Her Little Dimples

Weekends are always the fastest, most people have fun for two whole days.

At half past six, Xu You climbed to the floor where the classroom was holding the book.

As soon as she entered the classroom, she was a little suspicious of her dizziness.

There were not many people in the morning self-study on Monday, and most of the seats in the back of the classroom were empty.

Only a few people read in the morning.

She took the bread to the seat and sat down, looking around casually, only one thought in her mind—

Early self-study, everyone is very casual and chic.

She took out the English book from the desk, turned to the vocabulary page, and began to write silently.

While writing, still thinking.

The teacher in this class does not seem to be very strict.

I remember that the school she used to read was also a key high school in the city. Being late is a taboo. Everyone must be required to be in class at 6:10 in the morning, and a class will be fined one minute late. The students in the class are studying every minute and every second, never gossiping in get out of class, and never chasing after class. It is in stark contrast to her current class.

Study early for the past half an hour. Approaching the time of the first class, the class gradually increased.

There was a loud voice in the classroom.

Those who have to rush for homework, those who have to pick up their homework, and those who have to copy homework, are a bit of a mess.

Across the aisle, a boy borrowed a math paper written by Xu You over the weekend to check the answer.

Xu You didn't say anything, so she looked through the drawer and handed it to the boy.

She was still bowing her head to sort out her English notes, and she caught sight of someone stopping by her side.

Xu You stopped the pen tip and looked up.

A tall boy stood beside her.

He is wearing a clean white school uniform, simple black sports trousers, and holding a form in his hand.

"Hello classmates, I'm the monitor of Class Nine."

"Ah, hello, what's the matter?" She put down the pen in her hand.

Fu Xueli, who was playing with her mobile phone next to her, had an action.

"That's it." The monitor put the form on her desk and explained in a few words: "This is the duty form of our class. You are scheduled to clean it on Wednesday."

Xu You picked it up and looked at it and nodded: "I see, is it cleaning the classroom?"

"Well, go with Fu Xueli."

After the squad leader explained, he glanced to the side with seemingly imperceptible sight, then turned and walked back to his position.

Fu Xueli looked at the back of the person walking away, retracted her gaze, and pretended to play with the phone again indifferently.

After playing for a while, she couldn't help but talked to Xu You: "Hey, let me tell you, our class monitor has the same surname as you."

Xu You said ‘Ah’, and looked at her sideways, "Also surnamed Xu?"

"That's right." Fu Xueli leaned close to her, "It's Xu Xingchun, is it Te Niang? He looks so Niang."

Xu Xingchun.

I seem to have heard this name...

Xu You frowned and thought, honestly: "I think his name is the same as yours, he sounds very nice."

After speaking, she recalled in her mind what the boy was like just now.

The contour of the face is a bit thin, the eyebrows are delicate, and the tails of the eyes are long and narrow.

"Doesn't look like a mother." Xu You was very honest.

Fu Xueli snorted, her expression unnatural, "What is the same as me? My name sounds better than him."

Xu You felt a little strange, wanted to ask, but felt wrong, so he continued to lower his head to do his homework.

Wrote for a while.

Someone nearby put the test paper on her desk.

"Classmate, there is one question that I did not calculate with you. I don't understand the way you write it."

It was the boy who borrowed the paper from Xu You for the answer.

He bent down slightly, pushed his glasses, and handed the draft paper to Xu You: "Could you please tell me something?"

"Ah, which question?" Xu You pulled off the cap of the black pen and took the draft paper.

"The penultimate question."

She turned the paper over and found the question. Xu You glanced around, wrote on the paper, and explained the idea of ​​solving the problem to the boy: "I used trigonometric functions to find the analytic geometry of this problem..."

Song Yifan entered the classroom at this time.

He threw the school uniform jacket into the drawer and asked Fu Xueli, "Why are the glasses boy at the same table with you?"

"Ask questions."

"Fuck." Song Yifan was very surprised. He took out two homework books, turned his head and scribbled cleanly, "It's so hanging, you can ask the glasses boy to ask questions, you are at the same table as a master."

The spectacle boy is called Chen Chunlin, and he is also regarded as a high school leader in the class. Unfortunately, his Chinese has always been poor, so he is not ranked high in the grade, but he is usually arrogant and doesn't look down on students with poor grades.

Fu Xueli nodded absently, playing with her mobile phone: "Yes."

Song Yifan continued: "Then don't lead people to talk trivial things in class, and delay others' entrance to Tsinghua and Peking University."

"Who was admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University?"

Thanks for stepping into the classroom. Standing behind Song Yifan, he heard their conversation, asked casually, and threw the schoolbag inside.

Song Yifan got up to make room for him, "Why are you here so late, you don't have time to copy your homework."

While talking, the door of the classroom was pushed open, teacher Li, who teaches math, walked in, and the class bell rang.

The noise in the class diminished.

After Song Yifan finished copying the last word, he shook the test paper and squinted at his thanks: "What are you doing with your math papers. When Li becomes abnormal, you will collect them one by one, and you will have to stop again."

laugh.

The thank-you remarks glanced at him contemptuously, curled the corners of his lips, leaned on the back of the chair and called for Xueli.

Fu Xueli turned around, "What are you doing."

"Help me call you to be at the same table."

Thanks for resigning, his chin gestured in Xu You's direction.

Before Fu Xueli could speak, Xu You pulled out a completed math paper from a pile of paper on the table and handed it to her. After handing it over, he took the pen again and lowered his head to start the exercises. It doesn't matter what it looks like.

I didn't even look at them during the whole process.

But Fu Xueli understood, but was speechless. She took the test paper on the resignation desk: "Can't you copy it yourself, why do you always let others do your homework for you?"

Song Yifan was a listener with a subtle expression.

In his impression, thank you speeches are not like to provoke girls.

but....

"You..." Song Yifan put on his shoulders and asked in a low voice: "You are a big man, why do you always bully a little girl...?"

"What kind of bullying, new classmates like to help me with my homework." Thanks to the phone, he smiled casually, lazily.

The words fell silent.

Xu You turned around and met his eyes.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and she said seriously: "The new classmate doesn't like it very much."

The tone is a bit brainy, but with a bit of Jiangnan's waxy, it sounds non-aggressive.

Thanks to her, she leaned forward slightly, with her arm pressed against the desk, tilted her head, staring at her and smiling: "Why don't you like it?"

Her eyes are as clean as water, but her brows are slightly twisted, seemingly puzzled: "Why do you want to ask this kind of question."

Thanks to raise an eyebrow.

then.

A group of prodigal sons who don’t like learning heard a sentence from the southern transfer student’s soul chicken soup:

"You have to write your homework, and your knowledge is yours."

The air freezes.

"-puff."

There was a nervous atmosphere at first, but Song Yifan couldn't hold back a laugh.

The thank-you speech was startled, and the corners of his lips were slowly pulled up.

"Hahahahahahahahaha." Fu Xueli stretched her hand over, squeezing Xu You's face uncontrollably.

Oh, this kid is so cute.

"Ahem."

Song Yifan clenched his hand into a fist, put it to his lips, and barely stopped laughing. With a look of seriousness, he said, "Yes, that's right. Student Xu is educationally correct. He said so well, he deserves to be the future of our motherland, the successor to socialism.

After speaking, he clapped and clapped.

Xu You didn't know what they were laughing at. I was a little upset, said nothing, and turned around.

Her back is straight, thin and thin.

Soft black hair was loosely tied behind his head, and a few strands of broken hair hang down from the front of his forehead, covering the contours of his face.

From the perspective of the thank you speech, you can only see the white and tender neck.

Fuck.

He retracted his gaze and cursed a **** in a low voice.