Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

He is always cold when others talk to him, and I have never seen him talk to anyone on his own initiative.

Although he looks good and has a wealthy family, his personality is too lonely and weird...

Letting the new student sit next to him, isn't this deliberately provoking conflicts between the two of them?

Although there is no seat left, then go to the Academic Affairs Office to add a table and a chair! At worst, she can't be arranged to sit next to Tong Huaimu. I really don't understand what the teacher is thinking!

Everyone was whispering and talking.

Everyone understood that although the students in the school praised Tong Huaimu as "Mr. Tong", they only thought that he was handsome and came from a wealthy family, and that he was a person worth exploring in this dull high school life.

Most of the time, it was just hypocritical flattery. After all, his father was the founder of Ruiguang Group, the leading logistics company in China. If you follow him, you can get other benefits even if you can't get money.

His academic performance is not outstanding. If he were an ordinary person with no power or influence, no one would follow him and cheer for him just because of his good-looking face.

No one really likes such a withdrawn peer.

Just as everyone was whispering about how Tong Huaimu would reject the head teacher, the boy's cold and hoarse voice came:

"Whatever, I have no problem with that."

Everyone's eyes widened and they gasped.

what's the situation!

Didn't Tong Shao hate sitting at the same table with someone else? What's going on?

Only the girl who walked down from the podium did not notice the change in atmosphere.

She stopped in front of him, extended her hand politely, and showed two small canine teeth when she smiled: "Hello, classmate Tong, we will be deskmates from now on."

"Ah."

The boy nodded expressionlessly, but did not shake hands with him. Instead, he sat down and continued to look through the questions in his hand.

Jin Bushi was not affected by his indifference. He put his schoolbag in the desk drawer, took out his books and prepared to attend the class.

During class, everyone focuses on the content of the class, and no one pays much attention to the new student sitting by the window in the last row. But during breaks, when everyone gathers together, it becomes inconvenient.

Jin Buxi was specially recruited with the best grades in Jiangcheng. Many classmates were interested in her and came to her desk after class.

She had a good personality and soon got along well with everyone.

"Student Jin, you have always been the best in Jiangcheng, why are you in our class? Shouldn't you be in Class One or Class Two?"

This question is very sharp. On the surface, it is about academic performance, but in reality, it is also about family background. After all, everyone knows that to enter the first and second classes, one must not only be good at academic performance, but also have a good family background. Without money, one cannot enter.

But the girl did not show any displeasure. Instead, she smiled and said, "I came to Class 3 because the principal arranged for me to do so. The principal has high hopes for our class!"

Just two or three sentences made everyone feel warm and powerful, and they immediately smiled.

They all nodded: "Yes, yes, with you in our class, we will definitely be able to sprint to the top three in the science class at the end of the semester!"

Tong Huaimu looked at the test paper in front of him, turning a deaf ear to the laughter that came one after another, as if he was isolated from all human touch.

The girls around him are the center of attention, but he seems to have a cold and transparent shield that keeps himself away from others.

A group of people gathered around Jin Buxi's desk, chatting about everything from academic performance to hobbies, and they laughed out loud when they talked about funny things.

The boy beside her who was busy writing homework looked lonely and desolate.

No one approached him to talk to him. They also knew that he would not initiate a conversation with anyone.

Such a character.

After two days, Jin Buxi had become familiar with everyone in the class. Everyone liked this lively and passionate girl, except for one person who never took the initiative to speak to her from beginning to end.

Jin Buxi discovered that his deskmate was like a lion, who liked to be alone and spoke very little.

Even if she took the initiative to show her friendliness, the other party's most common responses were "um", "no need", and "OK".

The people in the class seemed to be used to this.

She wanted to know the reason, so she asked other female classmates about Tong Huaimu's situation when she went to the toilet. The result was beyond her expectation.

They all looked strange when they heard the name.

"Tong Huaimu, he is the new student union president, very famous, and recognized as the school hunk. He often shines at sports meets and piano performances. He was originally in Class 1, but later transferred to our class. It's a pity to have such a handsome face..."

The next words were not spoken.

She could tell that the other party didn't want to continue talking and felt a little confused.

Later, she asked the boy again.

The boys also said: "Mr. Tong is a very good basketball player and a well-known leader in our No. 1 Middle School! The sports schools nearby can't beat us...but he has a weird personality, he is aloof and not sociable, and it's especially hard to get along with him. Apart from the top student in Class 1, who has ever been close to him?"

she mused.

All the classmates in the class avoided Tong Huaimu and didn't like to interact with him. It turned out that it was because he was a loner and difficult to get along with...

No wonder when the head teacher arranged for me to sit at the same table with him, I heard someone gasp.

Big break.

Jin Bushi returned to his seat and finished writing the poem he had recited today, while other people's words flashed through his mind again.

She looked to the boy on her left.

Can not help but think:

Is his character really that bad?

So many people are avoiding him like the plague, shouldn't I be more careful?

But she dismissed the idea as soon as she turned around.

How can someone be born unsociable? It must be his experiences that have shaped his current personality. If possible, he would definitely want to play with everyone.

No one likes to be excluded.

Jin Buxi secretly decided in his heart that he would never be influenced by anyone and look at him with tinted glasses!

Tong Huaimu was checking the answers and changing the translation of the classical Chinese text. But the answers were stained with ink. He was looking at each word carefully in the sunlight and was very annoyed because he couldn't see clearly.

She thought to herself—

Although the two of them sat at the same table close to each other, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall between them.

In order to break down this wall, she mustered up the courage to approach him tentatively.

"The 'Wang Sun' in this classical Chinese text does not refer to the descendants of the royal family or nobles, but to 'parting guests, farewell friends'. It has the same meaning as the poem 'The grass will be green next year, will the Wang Sun return?'"

The boy looked at the finger that was stretched on his notebook and was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the other person and then corrected the mistake he had not noticed.

He whispered, "Thank you."

This thank you gave the girl great encouragement. She became more determined and offered to help him see whether he was right or wrong.

Tong Huaimu opened her mouth to refuse, but she said: "My classical Chinese is OK, I really hope I can help you. The head teacher arranged for us to sit at the same table, and he must also hope that we can help each other in our studies."