What is the next Zongzheng doing?

"Zongzheng, can you explain this problem to me?" A girl with long hair and ponytail stood in front of Zongzhenghan's desk, holding a book of physics exercises in her hand.

Zong Zhenghan looked back at her, raised a gentle smile, "Okay, this question is like this..."

Holding the pen with clean and slender fingers, a pair of red phoenix eyes at the end of the eyes are hidden under the lens, and there is a small tear mole at the corner of the eye, and the deep and mellow voice speaks slowly, the girl can't help but blush slightly.

The deskmate who was sleeping on the table turned his back to him and muttered in a low voice, "Pretend to be struck by lightning."

Zongzheng's peripheral vision glanced over, his entire face was buried in his arms, only a small hair twist on the top of his head was exposed.

The name of the deskmate is Su Zhiyuan, who is not indifferent, has no ambition, and who is not quiet, has no way to go. He is very literary and artistic, but unfortunately he himself is a genuine little non-mainstream.

Not to mention the gaudy clothes he wears all day long, he even dyed his soft black hair a blinding yellow.

"Old Zhou is here."

The girl quickly returned to her seat, and everyone in the class who danced wildly also put on a posture of studying seriously.

Lao Zhou is their math teacher and their class teacher. He is a man in his 40s with a good temper, but he is very nagging, just like the monk Tang in Journey to the West.

Therefore, apart from the strict dean and physics teacher, the students in their class are most afraid of Lao Zhou.

"Su Zhiyuan, Lao Zhou told you to come out." Xu Rui, who was seated behind Su Zhiyuan, just came in from outside the classroom, winked gloatingly, and walked in with his deskmate.

His deskmate immediately took out a wet paper towel and began to wipe the table. He is a serious clean freak, and he has to wipe the things touched by others at least three or four times, but Xu Rui likes to tease him, so he has to wipe it at least dozens of times a day. Back to the table, schoolbag and even himself.

Half an hour later, Su Zhiyuan came back with a sluggish head, just like a small loofah flower that had been destroyed by a storm, with a [-]-point math paper in his hand (total score of [-]) .

"Hahahahaha, you scored another [-] points in the exam, what did Lao Zhou tell you?" Xu Rui snatched the paper from Su Zhiyuan's hand to take a look, and was overjoyed by himself.

The little cleanliness Xu Jiajun started wiping the table again.

"Don't mention it." Su Zhiyuan sat down with a look of lovelessness, and said to Zong Zhenghan, "Old Zhou asked you to go out."

With a pitiful appearance, he looked like a little milk dog abandoned by its owner. Zong Zhenghan thought to himself, what a fool, he actually thinks this little yellow-haired dog is a little cute.

"What did Lao Zhou say?"

"He said he wanted Zong Zhenghan to help me with my homework."

Su Zhiyuan was so wronged that he was about to cry.

The author has something to say: Haha, this article is a brain-hole article I wrote after reading I am Sakamoto. The name comes from it, but the content has nothing to do with it.

As I write, I think of my own senior year in high school, the little clean freak who wiped the table every day has a prototype, poof, my original back seat is really such a little clean freak.