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Qizheng vigorously threw the saw blade onto the table next door, and a pile of sawdust flew instantly.

The debris is scattered and the scene is poignant.

After the teacher walked to the other row, Wei Ling brushed away the small things in front of his eyes, and suddenly realized: "So there is such an operation!"

Mess with your own work and take the opportunity to be in the same group as others.

Really great!

Fan Chi immediately turned his head and warned: "If you dare to follow suit, I will kill you with this saw blade right now."

In the classroom, the production process has gradually transitioned to the next stage.

The students glued the wood pieces together to form the small boxes drawn on the blackboard.

Qizheng pushed all the cut boards to the next door and said, "I saw the boards, you stick them."

Lu Chen: "Are you afraid that I will mess with you?"

Qi Zheng stared at him, his elegant face was still indifferent, but anger was clearly visible, right now his and Lu Chen's uniforms were covered with sawdust, and they looked more miserable than anyone else in the class.

Lu Chen looked at him for a few seconds, then picked up the special colloid by the table and started to make it.

After 5 minutes, the bottom of the box had slowly formed, and the sides were also piled up, but Qizheng wanted to laugh more and more the more he looked at it.

Laughed fiercely.

He restrained the corners of his mouth from twitching, and said, "You don't think this thing looks like garbage?"

Lu Chen said without shame: "I feel pretty good overall."

The box in his hand gradually built a three-dimensional shape, but it was not a cuboid, but an irregular pentagonal prism.

Qizheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he directly disassembled the things he had assembled.

However, Lu Chen picked up the glue and glued it on again. The two of them went back and forth like this.

During the movement, the sawdust on the table flew back and forth, as if in war, more heroic than the flying scene just now.

While Wei Ling was making the work, sawdust floated from time to time, and he turned his head, unable to bear the surprise.

This is a special effects scene at all!It's just that the snowflakes have turned into crumbs, and the place is like a construction site.

Seeing that the person beside him had already glued the pentagon into an octagon, Qizheng simply pulled the whole box back vigorously, threw it on the table, and said in a huff, "Are you happy just doing this?"

Lu Chen smiled lazily and nodded, then said, "I'm very happy."

Qizheng finally couldn't help but picked up the remaining boards on the table, broke off three pieces in one go, and threw them on him.

Fan Chi: "..."

Is the air already burning with anger?

The temperature is still as high as [-]?

After the crafts teacher visited the whole classroom, he happened to pass by their aisle again, and saw the messy scene on the ground, and the crooked and twisted boxes with shapeless finished products, and the corners of his mouth were twisted.

Just as he was trying to suppress his anger and was about to guide again, the whole box suddenly collapsed, and all the boards fell from the table and fell on his feet in batches.

In grief, the art teacher waved his arm angrily, and shouted at the door of the classroom: "Go to the playground for me! Ten laps!"

Lu Chen immediately put down the wooden board just thrown from the next door, and walked towards the back door lazily.

When she reached the door, she stopped and let Qi Zheng walk out first.

Looking at the direction of this matter, Wei Ling glued the last piece of the wall of his box, and sighed, "It's so good to be young, we'll run away together every now and then."

Fan Chi rolled his eyes, thinking that the alpha at the same table was simply stupid.

Also bold and black.

...

In the corridor adjacent to the playground.

Lu Chen was walking lazily, the back of the person in front was straight, because the white uniform fabric was not thick, the lines of the shoulder blades could always be set off during the movements, thin but not too thin, Qi Zheng's height was one of the best in omega Tall, not even shorter than most alphas.

And he found that Qizheng didn't have the bad habit of hunchback, and his walking figure was always very straight, as if he had heard Wei Ling once said that even the back of the other party gave people a sense of distance.

The two left the classroom building all the way, and as the red track got closer, Lu Chen asked, "Do you really want to run ten laps?

Qi Zheng didn't turn her head back, she just said: "Otherwise? Who did it?"

Lu Chen: "The teacher doesn't know how to read, maybe he is busy admiring the wooden boxes made by each group."

Qizheng ignored him, walked to the playground and started running, probably in a half-run and half-walk mode, while Lu Chen stepped on the track leisurely.

Obviously walking and running, but every time Qi Zheng turns his head back, the person behind him can always keep a fixed distance from him, about three feet, no matter whether he speeds up or slows down.

In the silent atmosphere, the ten laps were gradually completed. Lu Chen had excellent eyesight. When he ran to the last lap, although he was a few feet away, he could still see that the back of Qi Zheng's uniform was already wet with sweat, so he said, "Go back to the dormitory to get the clothes." Change it."

Qizheng replied directly: "No clothes."

He hurried to school this morning, knocked over the water glass at the table, wet a whole bag of freshly washed clothes again, so the broken smart phone in the dormitory kept nagging endlessly.

Lu Chen: "Shall I borrow it from you?"

"No need."

Lu Chen burst into a smile: "You usually talk like this?"

Qizheng: "Look at people."

He had slowed down and was going to walk for the last half lap.

The two of them were just like that, chatting at a distance of three feet.

Lu Chen: "Will you still make wooden boxes when you go back?"

Qizheng looked back, and said with a blank face: "The result of what you did, you finish it yourself."

Lu Chen: "The teacher said we count the points together, what if I look like rubbish?"

Qizheng: "The one just now is rubbish."

Anyway, the results of the craft class this time are almost confirmed, and all the wooden boards they were assigned have been broken, so there is no way to redo them, so they can only pick up the remaining ones and fill them up.

When walking to the last short section of the runway, Lu Chen said: "Then I will play casually."

Qizheng didn't answer, and after glancing at him, he walked towards the classroom, the clothes on the back were already wet with sweat.

For nearly a week after that, those broken boards and glue were kept on Lu Chen's desk, and he started to do it when the class was boring.

Looking at the increasingly deformed wooden box, Qizheng no longer felt any anger, but felt that the person next door probably never passed the craft class, and his aesthetics was probably below the pass line.

Wei Ling looked at the particularly three-dimensional wooden box behind, and couldn't help admiring: "Lu Chen's work is very stream-of-consciousness, and it must contain many important abstract meanings!"

How many polygons are they?He has lost count.

Qi Zheng said coldly, "He's just messing around."

The person next door squeezed the glue onto the remaining uneven boards again, and glued it to the unrecognizable thing on the table.

Fan Chi couldn't help but said, "I bet I can get fifty points."

The perfect score is one hundred.

Wei Ling shook his head: "Maybe the craftsman is a fan of abstract art, maybe he can get a score of [-]."

Qizheng said while writing the title: "You think highly of him too much, twenty cents is more than enough."

Lu Chen glued the boards together with a smile, squeezed half a can of glue on the seams, and said, "Twenty points is not bad, after three times of hard work, it's just enough to pass."

As soon as Qizheng pressed his fingers hard, the heart of the pen suddenly broke: "It's really thanks to you!"

Lu Chen tilted his head and smiled: "You're welcome, this achievement is also your share."

Qizheng suddenly dropped the pen, pulled the glue pot in his hand, squeezed it vigorously, and added all the remaining viscous liquid to the strange wooden work in front of him, then picked up the waste paper he had just done calculations and casually Glue on for decoration.

Wei Ling said cheerfully: "Wow! It looks more abstract now!"

Worse than non-recyclable garbage.

The curve of Lu Chen's lips widened, and he said, "If you don't even score [-] points this time, it's your fault."

Qizheng sneered twice: "Your score is low enough for this thing, I just help you decorate it."

Lu Chen: "Then why don't you take out all the calculation papers from the class, I'm sticky."

The other party immediately reached into the drawer and threw a stack of waste papers to him.

Five minutes later, Wei Ling looked at the work with wide-eyed eyes, while Fan Chi sighed, he wouldn't even give ten points to the thing in front of him.

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weekend time slot.

Qi Zheng didn't go home, so he stayed in the dormitory, planning to finish reading the few novels he brought.

It's just that he thinks about what happened yesterday in his mind from time to time...

The wooden box was finally moved by Lu Chen to the craft teacher's office, and the score he got was really miserable!

It has only been three weeks since he was divided into classes, but he feels very angry every day. In the 17 years he has lived, the most intense emotional ups and downs are in the past three weeks.

It just sucks.

After all, the deskmate is a skinny looking for trouble every day!

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and he came back to his senses from the shock, and then took out the interface to open it.

An unfamiliar message was displayed on the screen, only three words: [New Deskmate]

The corner of Qizheng's mouth twitched, and he could fully imagine the lazy smile on the man's face when he typed these words, so he pointed to open the column, and when he was about to delete, another sentence came from the dialog box: [I heard that Those who block and delete others are all because of jealousy]

The author has something to say: [Dongdong Announcement] Little angels, because I am pressing the word count, I am waiting for next week's list!So it will be updated every two days first yo Q//Q, and after applying for the list next week, it will resume to be updated every day :D