This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

Zongyuan's logic is excellent, but Zongyuan, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, is afraid of the two things in life, one of which is the mathematics that counts and counts.

He has a clear idea of ​​the formula, and his idea of ​​solving the problem is clear and clear, and even two types of questions will come up. However, he even makes mistakes in children's problems like 100x5-49. Sometimes 0046 doubts whether he has arithmetic problems. , Resulting in him all right at the beginning and all wrong at the end.

Fu Xin copied the sample questions. He looked at Zong Yuan with his hands in his pockets, pursed his mouth, and asked, "Don't you remember?"

Zong Yuan, "Ah."

He withdrew his hand, took out a notebook at will, and wrote the topic perfunctorily, the handwriting was flying and dancing.

This class will only have this topic in Zong Yuan's book until the bell rings.

He Xiuxiu's best friend pulled He Xiuxiu over, "Classmate Zongyuan, my name is Wang Li, this is our monitor. The monitor has something to say to you."

He Xiuxiu's delicate face was blushing, "Classmate Zongyuan, I am the monitor. You can ask me if you don't understand in the future."

Zong Yuan leaned on the chair and smiled at them, making the little girl's cheeks flush with every gesture. "The squad leader is really helpful."

Fu Xin fixed his gaze on the book while writing a long mark on the pen in his hand.

He Xiuxiu smiled embarrassedly.

Zhang Zhiliang walked over behind him. He smiled friendly, with fair skin, not tall, not low, and thin. He really smelled like a young campus male protagonist. "Student Zongyuan, hello, my name is Zhang Zhiliang, from our class Academic Committee, you just said that you are studying well and you can ask me any questions you encounter."

Zong Yuan glanced at him, and the long slender pen circulated obediently between his knuckled fingers, "Thank you, Comrade Academic Committee, for your hard work."

Zhang Zhiliang's smile remained unchanged. He looked in Fu Xin's direction and saw Zong Yuan lying forward, his sight was strictly blocked. He could only see the face of Zong Yuan.

His eyes were cold, invisibly cold.

Fu Xin was blocked by Zong Yuan's sturdy back. He was blocked in Zong Yuan and the corner of the wall. All he saw was the black back of Zong Yuan's head.

Someone took the lead to strike up a conversation, the whole class was ready to move, the girls were still holding back, and the boys were already smiling around Zong Yuan.

Zong Yuan listened with a smile. He folded his hands on his chin, and the watch on his wrist showed a small corner. A boy he knew exclaimed, "Fuck me, I know this watch for 30,000 or 40,000 yuan."

The people around quieted, Yang Fan took a serious look and interrupted, "I saw it in the magazine the day before yesterday. It seems to be this watch. My dad still wants to buy one." Then he didn't buy it because of distress. Say.

Zong Yuan said casually, "A bargain, if your dad wants to buy it, I don't recommend starting this one, I will take it along with it."

Yang Fan smiled awkwardly, "We don't necessarily want to buy this in our family."

Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "Will I be awkward when I said that? I won't be sacked?"

The atmosphere melted in a second, and the people around laughed.

Fu Xin glanced at him, Zong Yuan seemed to feel something, he tilted his head slightly and blinked mischievously at him.

Fu Xin seemed to see something disgusting, and turned his head away.

""Zong Yuan asked 0046 with a black face, "It is said that people of this age can become friends if they are electrocuted."

0046, who the **** told you

Zhang Zhiliang's usual high-profile son of heaven was just squeezed in the outer circle. The corners of his mouth twitched down, and he immediately supported He Xiuxiu who was staggering here, "Is it all right"

He Xiuxiu flirted with her long hair that fell to her waist, still staring at the group of people, "Classmate Zongyuan is really welcome."

The people around Zong Yuan surrounded half a circle tacitly, revealing Fu Xin's place alone, not even willing to approach it.

After Zong Yuan sent the group of people, he took out two mints from his pocket, stuffed one into his mouth, and forced the other one for Xin. "It's delicious, so refreshing."

Fu Xin looked at Zong Yuan's face with guaranteed quality, and barely patted his chest. "Thank you" he hesitantly peeled off the sugar and put it into his mouth. His delicate facial features suddenly twisted up.

0046 produced, quality is guaranteed.

The spicy peppermint makes people's tears come out. This is tailor-made for Zong Yuan's heavy taste.

Watching Fu Xin's expression change, Zong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "It's really not delicious."

Fu Xin shook his head, enduring the spiciness that hit the bridge of his nose, "It's delicious, thank you."

Zong Yuan, "You're welcome." He seemed to know how to get close to Fu Xin. He took out a bag of mints from his bag and handed Fu Xin proudly, "I will give you all."

Fu Xin paused, his temples were cold and painful, he stiffened, "No need"

Zong Yuan glistened with a mouthful of white teeth, "It's okay, take it."

Fu Xin took the mint, and the weight of one or two catties made him feel the unbearable weight of life. Zong Yuan twisted his eyebrows, "Sure enough, from childhood to adulthood, what kind of nutrition can such a family give him even a bag of sugar? I can't even mention it"

0046 nodded, eating candy with him, looking at Fu Xin sympathetically.

After school in the afternoon, Lao Jiang came over and talked a lot with Zong Yuan, with only one central idea, "You can't go to self-study at night."

Uncle Zongyuan sat on the stool and talked to Old Jiang, "Go on."

Yang Fan watched from the front with the corner of the eye, it is different if people have capital, and they still stand up straight when talking to the head teacher.

Old Jiang glanced at Fu Xin, "Fu Xin, you change position."

Fu Xin put down the pen and glanced at Lao Jiang with dark eyes, his voice was not too loud, "Teacher, where do you want me to change?"

There was no unpleasant emotion in his eyes, as if he had expected it, but Old Jiang diverted his gaze somewhat embarrassedly. He looked around the class, and there was no place for him to sit.

Zong Yuan put Fu Xin's pen on his desk, "Teacher, how can you make Fu Xin change positions? You worry that I will drag him down and lead to bad students."

Old Jiang quickly laughed, "Look at what you said."

Fu Xin curled his fingers slightly and watched Jiang walk out of the classroom from the back door. Zong Yuan snorted slightly and looked at Fu Xin, "If you don't want to change, just say no. Anyway, do you want to sit with me?"

Fu Xin's gaze quickly crossed his face, opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Zong Yuan nodded to himself, and his slender fingers drew the broken hair in the corner of his forehead, "It's me nonsense, why don't you want to talk to me? Sit together"

He was joking, but Fu Xin nodded very slowly. Zong Yuan became interested and took out a piece of paper for him, "Fu Xin, draw me a picture. I have such a handsome face. Let the master draw it down and seal it up."

Fu Xin took the paper, his black eyes flashed, especially earnestly, "I will paint for you."

He didn't even refute the title of master.

Zong Yuanle, "Can you let me appreciate your previous paintings?"

Fu Xin's paintings have been carried with him all the time. Since the last time his diary was maliciously exposed by others, his small slapped notebooks have been taken wherever they go.

He hesitated and took out his own little notebook. It was black and white. The quality of the paper was excellent. Zong Yuan could feel the temperature in his hand, which was many times better than the notebooks Fu Xin used in class.

Fu Xin looked at Zong Yuan holding his notebook, frowning, "Be careful."

Zong Yuan was holding it like an ancestor, and he suddenly remembered something, "I am the first person to watch Master Fu's work"

Fu Xin paused, "The first one."

Zong Yuan was also the first person to talk to him and touch his things after that happened.

He had a good temper and gave him sweets.

What a nice person.

Zong Hao Renyuan turned to the first page. 0046 had taken out his notebook and planned to analyze Fu Xin from the painting. As a result, when he opened it, the two of them said, ""

stunned.

Zong Yuan looked at this painting, like a flower, with a pair of eyes. The lines are continuous and undulating. The magnificent look is full of connotation. Zong Yuan coughs up his throat, and gives up the c position to 0046, "You come here. Say."

0046 Tentatively, "A large flower with a tail"

Zong Yuan shook his head rigorously, "Then there are still eyes."

Fu Xin took out a pen to paint for Zong Yuan. Zong Yuan hesitated for a long time, but still asked him, "Fu Xin, how do you think you are painting?"

Fu Xin showed a rare smile when he heard this, and he nodded reservedly, "Not bad."

He is much more energetic than in the morning. Zong Yuan feels that he must be encouraged, and he nodded affirmatively, "It's more than good, it's very good."

0046 was still studying the first painting there, and Fu Xin thoughtfully sent the answer himself. He was a little embarrassed, "It was painted a long time ago, a turtle."

Oh, it's a tortoise.

Zong Yuan played a guessing game like 0046 and looked at it one by one. The two of them were the happiest in the whole class. Fu Xin glanced at Zong Yuan and drew the next line, then glanced again, and then drew a stroke, with a serious expression. Is doing an academic report.

0046 accidentally cast a glance, "Zong Yuan, do you know Ruhua"

Zongyuan dismissed, "You think anyone is qualified to let me know"

0046 gratified, "I don't know, I don't know."

The first get out of class of self-study in the evening was over. Fu Xin hadn't finished the drawing yet. He pressed it with the textbook. Zong Yuan couldn't see anything, and stood up disappointedly to go to the bathroom.

A few people followed, "Go to the bathroom, Zong Yuan."

There are toilets on every floor, and there are always fewer people in male toilets than female toilets.

Zong Yuan pulled down the zipper and began to release the water. The boys who didn't remember their names around him glanced at each other and started to say a lot, "So you must not sit with him and love men. I feel sick when I think about it. I don’t know what illness I will get if I get closer to him.

Zongyuan finished filling the water without changing his face, and interrupted the boy who was talking about him, "You are a man, don't you like men?"

The boy froze for a moment, "Of course I don't like men"

Zong Yuan shook his pants, closed the zipper, turned to look at the boy, and sneered, "Then why are you staring at my brother?"

The boy's yellow-black-yellow-black face flushed suddenly.