Curve driving

If there is anything more painful than a class presentation, it must be doing a class presentation in the eighth class.

Ji Sinian bit the bread, looked at the first group standing on the podium and made a presentation, and let out a long sigh.

"It's okay, everyone is pretty much the same." Zhong Tao patted him and comforted him with his poor vocabulary.

This topic is really difficult, probably the teacher did not want them to solve all the problems when assigning them. The content of the first group is similar to theirs, and the general direction is the same.

The speaker was a girl. After pressing the last page of PPT, the audience applauded politely.

The teacher sat in the first row and asked slowly: "Very good, let me ask a little question. Do you think there is any problem in your report that still needs to be improved?"

There was no sound in the classroom, Zeng Yu came over and said in shock, "Why is there still a defense?"

Girls have excellent adaptability, and in just a few seconds, they have smoothed their minds and answered fluently.

The teacher didn't mean to make things difficult, and the questions he asked were all vague parts mentioned in the presentation, and he didn't ask questions if he couldn't answer them.

But it's very difficult to fool him, Ji Sinian observed it, that is to say, he can't fool him without understanding or studying.

"Okay, very good. Shall we continue, group two?" The teacher adjusted the microphone.

Ji Sinian stood up from the chair, and the three unlucky team members immediately applauded who they were.

After the battle with your father at the beginning of the school year, all the classmates more or less knew him, and at this moment, thunderous applause erupted as soon as he took the lead.

"Damn..." When Ji Sinian passed the podium, he even felt the teacher's curious gaze.

He bit the bullet and clicked on the PPT, lifted Limai up, and coughed softly: "Hello everyone, I'm Ji Sinian from the second group."

In the middle of the conversation, he stared at the last row of people sitting by the door in the classroom, and the hairs on his back that stood up due to tension were dancing at this moment.

Xie Hang placed a computer in front of him, dragging his chin and looking at him.

There was also a coffee cup at hand, but Ji Sinian knew that it contained soy milk, Xie Hang never drank coffee, and he would feel palpitations after drinking it.

When did he come?

"This is..." He retracted his gaze, his mind turned into a mess, trying to extract effective information from the paste, "the floor plan of the community."

With Xie Hang as an audience, Ji Sinian was inexplicably relieved.

But how did he know that this class is a pre?

"As you can see from the picture, the area marked in red is the public space of the community." Ji Sinian looked at him from the corner of his eye, quickly went through the manuscript in his mind, and started talking to the PPT.

This class presentation went fairly smoothly, and he even found time to make some eye contact with the teacher.

"Okay, the report is very comprehensive. I have a small problem." The teacher looked at the records in the notebook.

These words make the back of my head tingle no matter when I hear them, Ji Sinian looked at him with trepidation.

"Is there any order in which your proposals are completed?" The teacher looked at him with a smile, "Set aside time to manage the four quadrants?"

Obviously every word can be understood, but the connection almost makes people dizzy.He quickly turned back to the proposal page and gave a general overview of each item.

Zhong Tao's golden words, if he speaks sonorously and forcefully, seem very confident and unquestionable.

"Well, yes, there are several proposals that are in conflict. When we go back to improve, we can adjust the time according to the four quadrants." The teacher nodded, "Yes, let's continue."

Ji Sinian glanced at the people in the last row, Xie Hang smiled at him.

There was another wave of applause at the end of the stage, and the group headed by Zhong Tao was the most enthusiastic.

When he sat down, the sweat in his palms just fell, and he turned on his phone and found that he had received a lot of messages.

It mainly comes from the three-camera multi-angle continuous shooting in the dormitory group, and the various expressions are not the same.

Ji Sinian: "You three don't want to be scouts?"

A few people sat next to them and laughed with their heads down.

The third group started their speech, and Ji Sinian clicked on Xie Hang's chat box: "Why are you here?"

Xie Hang: "Come and listen to the report of the neighborhood committee reserve."

I don't know which string these words hit, Ji Sinian couldn't help laughing for a long time.

As soon as the class bell rang, he carried his bag and sat next to Xie Hang, glanced at his computer screen, but couldn't understand which class's experiment report.

"I didn't tell you to do the report today." He plucked out the unfinished bread from his bag a few times, and took a bite.

Xie Hang pushed a cup of hot soy milk over: "You wrote it in the memo, I saw it in the cafeteria yesterday."

The back door kept coming in and out, some were going to the toilet to catch water, some were ventilating, and some were skipping the second half of class. Ji Sinian took the soy milk, nodded to the passers-by and never stopped.

Zhong Tao passed by, Zeng Yu passed by, the school committee passed by...

Only Bai Yuhui greeted them very seriously when he passed by.

Ji Sinian took a sip of soy milk, thinking about when to tell him, it doesn't have to be like being a spy.

He actually didn't care about being known by the people around him, he wished that everyone knew about it.

The second class continued with the remaining groups of classroom presentations. Ji Sinian sat in the last row paddling, watching Xie Hang typing on the keyboard, his fingers bouncing was very pleasing to the eye.

It's good to go to class together, and you can also do tricks secretly.

Xie Hang's ever-iced hands became extremely unfriendly in winter, and Ji Sinian had to hold them for half a class every time to get warm.

In the final month of the semester, the review will start to return to the textbook. Since the teachers put off the key points until the last class, he can only read the book extensively, and only memorize it when he encounters something that seems important.

The only thing worth looking forward to in December is Christmas. The school adheres to the principle of no foreign festivals, and there is not much official publicity, but it is a rare festival in the final month, and New Year's Day is next to it in a few days. The holiday atmosphere among the students is not bad. full-bodied.

Zhong Tao even planned to buy a Christmas tree and put it in the dormitory, but he had to give up because there was no place to put his suitcase.

The diversity of top students was fully reflected at the end of the semester, just the four people in the dormitory had completely different review methods.

Zeng Yu was stationed in the dormitory for ten thousand years, but his efficiency was so high that Ji Sinian even suspected that he had installed iron bars on the bed, so he couldn't go up before the time.

Zhong Tao rushed to the front line to grab a seat in the library, and Bai Yuhui went to the study room with his girlfriend every day.

Ji Sinian is a master, he has summed up these three modes. When Xie Hang is around, he will go with him, and when he is not around, he will go to the library by himself.

As the end of the month Xie Hang was away, there were more and more times.

Xie Hang would tell him when to leave and when to return, and when he passed the cake shop on the way back, he would ask him if he wanted a small cake, but it was limited to these.

Ji Sinian didn't ask him where he went, maybe he was looking for Shen Rong, maybe he was dealing with Xie Cheng's affairs, maybe he was going to the hospital by himself.

Whatever it is, he is too tired to memorize, review and read literature every day, and he doesn't have the energy to ask "where have you been" over and over again.

Being with Xie Hang is a very divisive experience. When you can see, touch and hear, no matter how many sighs and exhaustions you have, it will disappear. Every bit of happiness and relaxation when you are together is real, but once you are separated, all the negative feelings will disappear. Emotions come back.

Thinking about it carefully, the pressure of study is actually not that great, but Ji Sinian already felt powerless.

He knew that their relationship had reached the root of the hair that was in jeopardy.

Any tighter and it will break, and you won't be able to go back even if you want to go back.

The final exam schedule was released in mid-December, and the earliest one of the subjects that Ji Sinian was going to take was on the day he came back on New Year's Day.

If he wanted to free up the New Year's Eve, he could only memorize it in advance.

The focus of the teacher's drawing is very broad, and this is acceptable for one book, but five or six books are like this, which makes people have a splitting headache.

When Ji Sinian received a message from Xie Hang asking him to come out for dinner on Christmas Eve, Ji Sinian realized that the two of them hadn't sent a message for two days.

And he didn't feel anything at all.

Facing the phone, he felt chills in his heart.

Something went wrong, Ji Sinian.

Even in the stairwell of the library, there were people sitting on a pony to endorse books. He ran to the small outdoor platform on the second floor with his mobile phone and dialed Xie Hang's number.

It took a long time for the call to be connected, and before Xie Hang could speak, he immediately said, "Where are you?"

Xie Hang didn't understand what he meant, but he still replied: "The playground."

"Which playground? I'll find you."

Xie Hang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "South playground, I'm in... PE class."

Ji Sinian suddenly lost his voice.

He hasn't looked at Xie Hang's class schedule for a long time, or it seems that he hasn't thought about their common leisure time for a long time.

"You go to class. I'll run a few laps. There's still a little left to run on campus this semester." His voice was a little low.

When I hung up the phone, I realized that he had been standing in the wind, and the hand holding the phone was red from the cold.

He pulled up the down jacket with his arms open, stared at the steps in a daze for a while, and even looked at Xie Hang's class schedule, before going back to the library to organize his schoolbag.

He is used to putting his gloves in his bag, so as not to drive a shared bicycle temporarily on the road, but today he didn't find them for a long time, only to remember that he took out his gloves after returning from the cafeteria yesterday.

There is still about half an hour before get out of class ends, and it is more than enough time to walk from the library to the south playground.

But he still wanted to go by bike, he really wanted to see Xie Hang.

Ji Sinian rubbed his stubby ears, and put the down jacket on his head.

I just rode two steps, before the cold wind came in, the phone that was thrown in the basket vibrated again.

He cursed, pinched the brake with his frozen hands and pulled over, and answered the call tremblingly without even looking at the caller ID: "Hello?"

"Are you in the library? Just wait for me." Xie Hang said.

"Huh?" Ji Sinian wrapped his collar, "Aren't you going to class?"

Xie Hang sighed: "I'm playing volleyball in this class. I won't play anymore. If I ask, I'll ask my roommate to tell the teacher that I have diarrhea."

Ji Sinian was a little confused.

"I'm out now," he said.

"I'll be right there." The wind rang on the other side of the phone, howling and covering Xie Hang's voice.

Ji Sinian stood at the intersection and waited for a few minutes to see Xie Hang appearing from the end of the road on an electric scooter.

He couldn't figure out why Xie Hang put his gloves in the basket and didn't wear them, so he just rushed over against the wind.

Maybe it was too hasty.

Ji Sinian looked at Xie Hang's red nose, his heart was sour and his eyes were hot.

Two big fools.