four o'clock

It was already the end of the semester when Li Song transferred, and the school's behavior of forcing make-up lessons and charging extra tuition fees couldn't be more than New Year's Day. This Friday is New Year's Day, so they can have winter vacation.

The two boys at the front table were complaining.

The thin guy with glasses on the left is called Li Yang, and the tall guy on the right is called Lu Yuanxi.

Lu Yuanxi went to Li Song's desk and asked, "Li Song, do you make up lessons?"

Li Song frowned: "It's going to be a holiday, what lessons do you make up?"

Haven't they been making up lessons?

When he came, he also paid the supplementary tuition fee. According to his head teacher, the current normal classes are supplementary lessons.

Lu Yuanxi shook his head, as if you didn't understand at all, and said: "The teachers of all subjects need to make up lessons until before the Chinese New Year."

Li Song: "?"

Li Song probably understood what it meant, lowered his head and brushed the questions, and said, "No."

Li Yang leaned over mysteriously, and said firmly, "You annoyed Li Jun this morning, and the old class will definitely come to you later. It's not easy to solve this matter unless you make up lessons."

Li Song remembered that he asked Wen Yuji why he handed in blank papers in the exam at noon.

Wen Yuji was sleepy at the time, and said, "My grades are not good, and there is no cure, so no one bothers me."

The bell rang for class. This class is Chinese. Chinese has a free reading class every week. Students are asked to bring their own extracurricular readings to read in class. This class is the most relaxing, because the teacher basically doesn’t care if there are any sleeping.

So Wen Yuji slept peacefully until class.

Li Song was sorting out his chemistry knowledge points, and just got up when the table was knocked. He looked up and found that it was the head teacher.

Li Yang gave him a self-seeking look in front of him, Wen Yuji noticed something, a little bit about to wake up, Li Song stood up, took off his coat lightly, Wen Yuji pulled the corner of his clothes , did not wake up.

He breathed a sigh of relief and followed the head teacher out the door.

Lin Musen, the head teacher, is a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of glasses, as thin as skinny bones, not tall, only reaching Li Song's shoulders, he stood in the dark corridor of the classroom, took a cigarette, and exhaled He took a sip and said, "The chemistry teacher told me all about it."

Li Song said without emotion: "What did he say?"

The head teacher sighed, looked up at him, and said, "I know you had good grades before, but it's not good to have such a fight with the teacher when you first came here."

Li Song repeated it and asked, "What did he say?"

The homeroom teacher was stunned for a moment, and finally became somewhat wary of his attitude, and said, "He didn't say anything, the chemistry teacher is just like that, with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, you will know it after getting along for a long time."

Some students in the class were already poking their heads out to look around. The head teacher didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, so he said, “Go and apologize to the chemistry teacher with me, and just ignore him from now on. The problem now is that he doesn’t give our class Class begins."

A girl with thick black-rimmed glasses poked her head out of the back door and said with a playful smile, "If he doesn't come, he won't come. No one cares about him."

The class roared with laughter, and everyone agreed. The Chinese teacher was a kind female teacher. She came over and brought the girl back, and said with a smile, "You are everywhere."

Li Song snorted and said, "I won't go, he won't fall in love."

Xiao Yu'er's status in the class has a lot to do with him. It's hard for him to imagine how uncomfortable it would be for a child who is afraid of being noticed, sensitive and even low self-esteem, to be ridiculed by him in class.

As long as you get a "teacher", you should first restrain your words and deeds. Students are neither his vent object nor his wallet.

Li Song finally dropped a sentence: "Psychological fragility, let him go to a psychiatrist."

I went back to the classroom.

The head teacher swallowed the matter of making up lessons.

This is not easy to handle. The chemistry teacher didn’t know that Li Song came here with a donation from a biology laboratory. Forget it, it would be impossible to go back to class as if nothing happened. He wanted to persuade Li Song, but Li Song's attitude was even tougher than Li Jun's.

He finished his cigarette worryingly, crossed his office, and hid in the liberal arts office.

When Li Song came back, the whole class burst into thunderous applause.

Students at this age have a clear distinction between love and hate. Li Song did what they never dared to do, and said what they dared not say, which represented what everyone expected.

The Chinese teacher carefully looked outside the door, pulled the students close, and said in a low voice, "Hush your voice, don't let other classes hear you."

The girl who poked her head out from behind made a "cut" sound, and complained: "Mr. Wu, it's not like you don't know what he looks like, we're going to drive him crazy."

Li Yang echoed: "He is not happy, let us be unhappy together."

What he said was so serious that the Chinese teacher was amused by him.

Wen Yuji was woken up, looked up in a daze, Li Song saw that his lips were a bit dry, and handed him the water.

Wen Yuji drank, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Li Song said softly: "It's okay, are you still sleeping?"

Wen Yuji shook his head, pinched the back of his neck, and said, "It hurts a bit."

Li Song pinched his neck with his left hand, and kept making chemical notes with his right hand.

Wen Yuji was like a cat whose neck had been pinched. He was really satisfied with being rubbed. He squinted his eyes and propped his chin on the table.

Li Yang in the front suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Hey, I said..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyeballs almost popped out of their frames.

What did he see?

The transfer student squeezed the neck of the strange man who was number one in ten thousand years in the class. One of them never spoke, and the other was cold and quiet.

Li Yang stammered and said, "You...you..."

Wen Yuji was caught off guard, and immediately tried to avoid Li Song in a panic.

Li Song frowned, took his hand back, and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was a little impatient, Li Yang smiled cowardly, and forgot what he was going to say just now, he scratched his cheeks, and said dryly for a long time: "I mean, you will be killed by the old man." Li revenge, don't worry, we will help you when the time comes."

Li Song said lightly: "No need."

Li Yang: "..."

So cold.

Wen Yuji buried his face in his arms again. He refused to be in contact with people for fear of being noticed. This would make him feel strongly insecure. Li Song felt uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes and asked Li Yang who hadn't turned back yet. :"Any thing else?"

Li Yang said embarrassingly: "...No, no."

When he turned back, Li Song reached out and grabbed his hand from below.

He didn't say anything, and continued to write chemistry notes. He was making an outline, and planned to fill in the chemistry sent by Wen Yu from scratch.

At first, the boy didn't give him any response, but later, Wen Yuji gently held his hand back. After ten minutes, the class fell silent, and he peeked out his eyes, and then turned his head to look at Li. Ode.

Li Song thought that Wen Yuji could quickly accept him, and his problem might not be as serious as he thought, but now it seems that he is the miracle.

He felt distressed, but he also knew that this was a gradual process, so there was no rush.

Li Songce turned his head to look at the boy with only his eyes exposed, and smiled comfortingly at the boy who hid himself behind the long hair and the big frame. He was unable to speak during class, so he took Wen Yuji's hand and placed him in the on their own legs.

He exposed his wrist, and drew a crooked watch on the white and slender wrist with a black ballpoint pen.

The dial was not round, crooked, and the pen fell on the skin very lightly, for fear of poking him, so the watch chain was intermittent.

Wen Yuji felt a little itchy when he drew with his pen, and the discomfort just now was quickly forgotten. Her beautiful eyes followed Li Song's pen tip, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted by those hands.

Li Song has a pair of very beautiful hands with well-defined joints, clean and slender, his palms are always warm, and he likes to wrap his hands as much as possible when holding hands, as if he is pulling a child, and he is like Li Song's child, he puts everything A harmless protective layer over the little details of your own uneasiness.