Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 60 Statistical Tables

The two of them packed up their things in the dormitory and returned to the classroom. Xiao Lang hurried to find a clean place to write the papers. Su Mianyang had no other place to go, so he simply followed them back to the classroom.

There are many acquaintances in the classroom, and Zhang Haichao is chatting with a few classmates.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Zhang Haichao greeted Su Mianyang first, and then looked at Xiao Lang excitedly, "Father Lang! You are finally here, quickly copy the winter vacation homework for me, there are too many math papers and it is too difficult I can't bear it without you."

"Write it yourself, don't try to copy my tablemate." Su Mianyang said, squeezing Zhang Haichao from the position between the three of them.

"Brother Yang, feel your conscience, aren't you at the same table as Father Lang? You can't be biased." Zhang Haichao said unconvinced.

When Zhang Haichao said that he was going to copy the papers, Xiao Lang had just sat down in his seat, and the desks hadn't been cleaned up yet. The winter vacation was over, so he had to clean up anyway.

Xiao Lang originally planned to give priority to finding homework, but as soon as Su Mianyang interrupted the two of them, he chatted like this. After the two of them finished chatting with each other, he was almost done.

After everything was arranged neatly according to his own habits, Xiao Lang felt much happier. He handed his math paper to Zhang Haichao, "I don't guarantee the correct rate."

Zhang Haichao took it with both hands, and said with a smile, "Father Lang, I'd rather believe that the title was printed wrong than you could write it wrong."

Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Su Mianyang took out a schoolbag containing meat buns from his desk pocket, and greeted the friends around Zhang Haichao: "My aunt made it, you all have to try it."

Zhang Haichao took the lead in pinching the first one, and the rest of the people followed him and pinched half of the bag one by one. There were only two meat bags left in the plastic bag.

After Zhang Haichao finished eating the meat buns in two or three bites, he was full of praise. Seeing that there was still one in the bag, he wanted to reach out and squeeze another one to eat. Unexpectedly, just as he stretched it out, Su Mianyang slapped him on the back of his hand.

"Greedy ghosts, there is not much for each person," Su Mianyang tied the plastic bag and carried it in his hand, "I haven't eaten at the same table yet."

Hearing that Zhang Haichao glanced at Xiao Lang embarrassedly, he said with little confidence: "There are still two in the bag, why can't you give me another one?"

"Then what if Xiao Lang wants to eat another one after eating? I have to be prepared, right?" Su Mianyang handed the remaining two meat buns to Xiao Lang, "Come on, at the same table, let's try it. If you like it, I'll bring it back to you next time I go home."

Zhang Haichao: "?"

So love disappears, right?

Xiao Lang didn't have a particular interest in meat buns, but in response to Su Mianyang's goodwill, Xiao Lang took it and took a bite without hesitation.

The meat stuffing is salty and fragrant, and the skin of the buns is soft and delicate. Even a person like him who doesn't like meat buns can't help but express sincere admiration.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes and said, "It's really delicious."

To be graciously admitted by Su Mianyang, Song Zhichun should really love him. To have such a pair of parents who really think about him is a luxury that Xiao Lang can't even imagine.

Envy, envy that even dare not be jealous.

He shifted his gaze slightly, and looked at Su Mianyang beside him with some unclear emotions.

Su Mianyang, who received Xiao Lang's gaze, didn't understand, so he just blinked his eyes in response as someone looked at him a few more times because the meat buns were delicious.

Xiao Lang looked away.

Old Liu sent a message to count the personal information of the whole class. Half a class had passed by the time the students in the front row handed over the statistics sheet. After receiving the sheet, Xiao Lang glanced at the contents of the sheet, and his eyes stayed on the column for his father. for a few seconds.

The fountain pen twirled around between his fingers, and Xiao Lang's pen tip skipped the first line and landed on the mother's column.

After filling in the personal information, Xiao Lang handed the statistical form to Su Mianyang beside him. Su Mianyang scanned the form from top to bottom, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he saw a certain line.

He absently wrote a few lines and passed the statistics to Zhang Haichao.

"When I saw the column of statistics on arts and sciences, I thought of a question. In fact, I have never been able to figure out why high school is divided into subjects. Isn't junior high school good?" Jiang Yu in the front row turned around, and he asked the question behind him. of several people.

"Indeed, I was almost killed by physics." Zhang Haichao handed the statistical form to the person behind him.

"I don't think it's really necessary to divide subjects so late. I knew I was a scumbag in science in junior high school, so I don't need to wait until high school," Jiang Yu said casually, throwing the conversation to Su Mianyang, "Right, Brother Yang ?”

Zhang Haichao nodded unconsciously.

Su Mianyang was noncommittal, turned around and left the question to Xiao Lang, "What do you think?"

As if he didn't expect Su Mianyang to ask him suddenly, Xiao Lang was taken aback before saying, "I prefer science, and it's easier to learn than liberal arts."

After listening to Xiao Lang's words, Su Mianyang also nodded, "Well, I think so too."

"..." Zhang Haichao.

"..." Jiang Yu.

"Then why choose liberal arts?" Zhang Haichao was a little surprised by Xiao Lang's answer. Most of them chose liberal arts either because they really couldn't learn science, or because they really loved liberal arts, and there were few other reasons.

Xiao Lang ranks first and second in liberal arts but prefers science. The reason is not because he wants to get a better ranking, so what is he trying to do?

Xiao Lang twirled the pen lightly between his fingers, "I chose the wrong subject."

Zhang Haichao said he was hit violently.

He originally thought that after getting used to the setting of Xiao Lang's first grade, he would not be injured, but he didn't expect that the elegant and casual critical attack from Xueba would not end because of this, and gave him another chance after a long period of calm. A knowing blow.

I came here because I chose the wrong arts and sciences. I thought science was easier, but I still got the first place in the liberal arts class. Why can the difference between people be greater than the difference between people and dogs.

When Zhang Haichao was about to say something more, Zhou Wenhao walked over with a statistics sheet in his hand.

Zhang Haichao immediately shut his mouth tightly.

The last time Zhou Wenhao came over with such arrogance, he threw the English book on their desks with his backhand, and asked them why they insisted on talking nonsense instead of studying during class, which made everyone very embarrassed.

As the disciplinary committee member of the class, Zhou Wenhao is the type who studies very hard and looks down on people like them who don't study hard. Although Zhang Haichao often feels despised by the other party, he really has nothing to say.

After all, in the school environment of No. [-] Middle School, grades are king, and good students are taken care of. No one dares to easily offend this person who is regarded as the best seedling.

Ignoring Zhang Haichao's tricks, Zhou Wenhao went straight to Xiao Lang's desk and threw the statistics table on his desk.

Xiao Lang probably guessed the reason in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He looked up at Zhou Wenhao, waiting for his next words.

"Complete the statistical table." Zhou Wenhao said.

Xiao Lang didn't even open the statistics sheet, "It's already written."

"What about father?" Zhou Wenhao immediately asked.

His voice was not loud, but it was clear enough to be heard by the people around him in a quiet classroom, and even a few good students turned their heads to see what happened.

"I can't write." The probing eyes from around fell on his face, and Xiao Lang looked away uncomfortably.

"What do you mean you can't write?" Zhou Wenhao's tone was filled with accusations.

He doesn't like Xiao Lang's behavior, he doesn't cherish a good city, and he doesn't know what he has done to make him unable to stay in the city. It will be a matter of time before the grades are pulled down.

Filling out the information in the statistical form was a task assigned by Liu Juan to Zhou Wenhao. Xiao Lang's attitude made it clear that he was on the side of Su Mianyang's team to deliberately save him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenhao stared straight at Xiao Lang, "I don't understand, it's not that I don't have parents, why don't I write?"

At this time, there was a sudden sound from the side, and Su Mianyang put the stacked books together. This sudden sound startled Zhou Wenhao, and he frowned dissatisfiedly and stared at Su Mianyang.

"Slightly to the side, blocking me from breathing fresh air." Su Mianyang pushed the statistics table in Zhou Wenhao's direction, and he looked up at Zhou Wenhao, "I didn't write anything, what I can't write means I don't want to write, I can't Write, is this difficult to understand?"

Zhou Wenhao was so choked that he couldn't speak, his face gradually turned red.He didn't dare to confront Su Mianyang, so he turned to look at Xiao Lang, "I kindly remind you, if you still want to get into college, don't hang out with these bastards whose scores are much lower than yours. .”

"Zhou Xueba," Su Mianyang answered next to him, "When you say this, don't forget who was dragged by my deskmate by more than [-] points. If you really say that, you are also among your so-called bastards." List."

Being called a bastard by the scumbag he looked down upon, Zhou Wenhao was so angry, but he couldn't refute what he said, he snorted coldly, dragged the statistics table on the table and went back to in his seat.

Su Mianyang subconsciously looked at Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang didn't say anything, and looked at the gray sky outside the window with his chin resting on one hand.

The winter environment in City Z is not good. Yesterday, there was a tendency to clear up, but then the sky turned gloomy again. I don't know when spring will finally usher in.

Dark clouds covered the entire sky, making the classroom gloomy, finally unbearable, Jiang Yu greeted and turned on the lights, but even though the haze was dispelled, the thick and oppressive atmosphere in the air did not dissipate for a long time, making people breathe not come up.

"Zhou Wenhao can't talk with his head. He has a good heart, and he didn't say that on purpose. Don't worry." Su Mianyang put his hand on Xiao Lang's shoulder.

Only when Xiao Lang came back to his senses did he say "um", and he took advantage of the situation to look at Su Mianyang's hand on his shoulder.

Su Mianyang thought that Xiao Lang would mind this, so he quickly let go and coughed embarrassingly.

"That... I made my own decision just now. You two probably wouldn't have such an ugly fight. I'm sorry." Su Mianyang was a little uneasy.

He crossed the line again, after Xiao Lang reminded him twice.

Seeing Xiao Lang still not concentrating, Su Mianyang felt more and more uneasy. He sighed and said, "You don't have to worry about everyone thinking too much. Both my dad and Aunt Song have been to the parents' meeting. The students can only I will think that you have followed me to learn rebellion, and this thing is not important, just fill in a guardian information. You..."

"Thank you."

"What?" Su Mianyang was stunned for a while, the consolation words he had originally thought were stuck in his throat, and he was stunned, unable to say a word.

"Thank you, Brother Yang." Xiao Lang smiled shallowly when he was speaking. This smile was like a spring breeze, which cracked the ice and trickled into Su Mianyang's heart, causing branches to sprout on his originally barren land, smiling The time will be colorful.

'He didn't think I was nosy and thanked me. '

Does it mean that in Xiao Lang's mind, he is no longer the ordinary classmate relationship he used to be?

or more.

He has become the one who crossed Xiao Lang's cordon.

Su Mianyang was short of breath.

He is really going crazy.