Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Weekends always go by very fast. Even Su Mianyang, who never likes to stay at home, has a deep understanding. Swiping back and forth on the screen of the mobile phone several times in an afternoon is gone.

But the three years of high school seemed to be endless. Su Mianyang opened the window of the room and looked out. The gray and gloomy curtain spread out the entire sky, and there were only dark clouds in the distance.

Life was as bad as ever, very much like that afternoon two years ago.

He opened the window to get some air, but he could only see a piece of shadow, and the sun refused to give even a little bit of grace.

Su Mianyang slowly turned the key ring on his index finger, and the sheep pendant on the ring passed his eyes one after another.

Among the people who can enter No. [-] Middle School, who was given up at the beginning?

In order to allow students to devote more time to their studies, No. [-] Middle School only has a one-and-a-half-day monthly vacation, and they have to go back to school for self-study on weekend nights. Day students only have one night to sleep at home, and they have to pack their things the next day Rush back to school.

Before Su Mianyang left, he sent a message to Mr. Su on his mobile phone, and without telling the rest of the family, he took a ride back to school with ease.

When Su Mianyang returned to the classroom, he saw a lot of people surrounded by his seat from a distance, and after a closer look, they were all the kind of bullies in the class who had nothing to do with him as an asshole.

Su Mianyang was not in a hurry to go in. He looked up at the clock on the wall and frowned after confirming that there were only 10 minutes left before class.

At this time, Zhang Haichao came back from playing outside, and Su Mianyang stopped him, "What's the situation at our position?"

"You won't forget that the monthly exam will be next Thursday, right? The transfer students are not high-ranking students. The top students in the class will catch people and ask questions whenever they get a chance." I wiped sweat off my arm.

Facing Xiao Lang's position, he raised his chin, and said sarcastically: "No, several people have been discussing and rotating issues for more than an hour, and it's like a celebrity meeting. When can I have this treatment?"

"You want it." Su Mianyang took out a cup of milk tea from the plastic bag he was carrying and handed it to Zhang Haichao.

"Thank you, Brother Yang." Zhang Haichao took Su Mianyang's milk tea.

No. [-] Middle School is an established high school. In order to accommodate as many students as possible in the classroom, the desks are arranged in threes, fives, and threes.

Su Mianyang's seat is the third from the left by the window, Xiao Lang is outside, and Zhang Haichao's seat is separated in the middle, so when Xiao Lang on the periphery is surrounded by crowds, neither he nor Zhang Haichao can get in.

Su Mianyang was not willing to join in the fun at first. He was not familiar with the top students in the class, and he didn't want to take the initiative to have any stories, so he simply gave them space and planned to wait for the class bell before returning to his seat.

Suddenly, Su Mianyang looked at the center of the group of people, and from his angle, there was just a gap in his body to see Xiao Lang's figure.

He saw Xiao Lang in school uniform with a straight back, still wearing the hellokitty mask on his face, pressing a test paper with his left hand, and writing and drawing on it with his right hand without stopping.

From the outside, Xiao Lang's eyebrows and eyes are outstanding and well-behaved, and he is in the top three of the first high school in the city. He is the kind of child from other people's family that teachers and parents will especially like when they see it.

It's no wonder that Xueba, who usually thinks highly of himself, accepts Xiao Lang so easily. Their jealousy is limited to the extent that they can catch up. For the unsurpassable legend of the top three in the city's first high school, they only have awe.

So even if Xiao Lang's first impression was that he was unkind and indifferent, there were not a few people who came to ask questions with the idea of ​​trying the gold content of this academic bully.

As if noticing Su Mianyang's undisguised scorching gaze, Xiao Lang paused his pen, and suddenly raised his eyes to look in his direction. Su Mianyang didn't have time to dodge this time, and their gazes met without warning.

Xiao Lang wore a mask, which covered most of his face, but Su Mianyang could still read the tiredness from the slight movement of his eyes drooping and half closing his eyelashes.

Xiao Lang seemed to be in a low mood, and the most likely reason was that he didn't like being surrounded by so many people.

Looking at each other for only a short second, Su Mianyang didn't have time to react to whether he was going to look away first, Xiao Lang staggered his eyes in a lack of interest, he said something to the classmate next to him, and after getting a response, he played toilet paper again What is written on it.

Why is this expression so uncomfortable?

Su Mianyang lowered his head and walked towards his seat with the remaining milk tea in his hand. He coughed first, and the students at the outermost corner immediately reacted and looked back at him.

Su Mianyang raised his eyes and looked at his seat, and the man sensibly moved aside for him.

For him, a bastard who commits crimes every day and is brought out to write a review, except for a few people in the class who get along well with him, these top students always subconsciously keep a distance from him.

So when someone sharp-eyed saw Su Mianyang approaching, he whispered to remind the people around Xiao Lang, but within 3 minutes, the crowd that had gathered together had all run away.

This made Xiao Lang relax a lot. The evidence is that when Su Mianyang passed by, he obviously felt Xiao Lang's back relax slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Mianyang put another cup of milk tea on Xiao Lang's desk, sat down on the seat next to him without looking at it, slumped on the desk with his arm pillowed on it, and acted as if he wanted to cultivate immortals and mortals. Flowing clouds and flowing water in one go.

To be honest, he was worried that if his actions were not so coherent, people would find a chance to reject him. The relationship between them was not even considered as ordinary friends. Su Mianyang was not sure whether someone like Xiao Lang would accept this kindness.

Fortunately for him, Xiao Lang's side was very quiet, and the expected rejection did not come for a long time, Su Mianyang slowly relaxed his vigilance.

Until Jiang Yu, who was in the front row, was about to talk to Su Mianyang, but when he turned around, he saw Su Mianyang, who had just arrived at school, lying on the table, looking like he was dead asleep, and he looked at Xiao Lang with an incredulous expression, "Brother Yang... Did you just wake up?"

"He collapsed on the seat as soon as he came back. Just looking at the signs, he may have suffered from heat stroke." Xiao Lang held the brush to test the question, and he didn't look up from the way he was joking.

So Jiang Yu really seriously thought about the possibility of heatstroke in the cold winter months.

Heatstroke in this freezing weather?

Not to mention Jiang Yu, even Su Mianyang, who was lying on the table, was embarrassed by this kind of rhetoric.

Jiang Yu, who had been watching him, naturally noticed this, "Brother Yang moved."

Before Jiang Yu could say anything else, Xiao Lang continued, "It's probably a muscle spasm caused by heatstroke."

Seeing that he might be dragged to the infirmary by the housekeeper Jiang Yu after a while, Su Mianyang had no choice but to raise his head, straightened up and moved the stool forward.

"Squad leader, you have so many things to do every day, can you turn your noble head away from paying attention to me, a common man?"

Jiang Yu has a good personality as a housekeeper, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know how to read words and expressions. He noticed that although Su Mianyang was smiling, he was indeed serious, so he turned away without saying anything.

After sending Jiang Yu away, Su Mianyang half leaned on the table, propped his head and looked in Xiao Lang's direction. He quietly watched the man doing his homework, but he didn't take the lead in disturbing him.

The frankness in front of Lao Liu last time can still be said to be a lack of flexibility, but this time there is really no need to wash it.

I thought this college bully was an upright white lotus, but now I see that the lotus is real, it's not necessarily white or not, and it's hard to say whether it's upright or not.

Until Xiao Lang paused at the tip of his pen, interrupted the movement of his hands, and looked up at him, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, you are good-looking, can't you take a second look?" Su Mianyang fooled casually.

The time for evening self-study was so long, Su Mianyang was unwilling to move, so he spread out a book and lay down on his seat until school was over.

It wasn't until Zhang Haichao pushed that Su Mianyang recovered from his confusion. At this time, he raised his head again and Xiao Lang was no longer in his seat. Su Mianyang remembered that the first middle school was late, and day students had to go home quickly after school. rush.

After realizing this for a long time, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But when he looked at the desk next to him, he realized that there was a note left on the desk: Thank you, I will send you the gift in the evening.

"What's the matter? What are you looking at?" Seeing him frozen in place, Zhang Haichao came over to see what happened. Su Mianyang tore off the note and put it in his pocket, "It's nothing, let's go."

The note in his pocket burned his palms, and inexplicable expectations filled his heart. Su Mianyang walked a little carelessly all the way, and he didn't receive Xiao Lang's message until he went back to bed, washed and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for a while. The so-called return gift.

Su Mianyang fell silent when he saw the 1 G mathematical basic knowledge consolidation document sent by Penguin.

sy: Thank you, I was touched, the document solved the problem that has troubled me for many years.

Answer: If you lay the foundation well, you can get a score of almost 80.00%.

sy: It cured the insomnia that has troubled me for many years.

Answer: ...If you are really sleepy, smelling the more pungent smell will make you more energetic.

sy: ah.

Su Mianyang put down the phone.

Their dormitory is an eight-person room, but because four people in the dormitory only come back once after hundreds of years of study, and two people have moved to other dormitories, which are actually his and Zhang Haichao's two-person room.

Zhang Haichao likes to play games and sleep late, so Su Mianyang simply matches his schedule with his mobile phone until late at night.

Since Xiao Lang is so caring, he is always embarrassed to brush off other people's kindness, so he has to click on the file and take a look.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, when he looked at it, he found that the document was full of dancing symbols, which made him dizzy.

"Goofy, I'm hungry." Su Mianyang waved his hand under the bed.

"Ah? Brother, why are you so hungry?" Thinking of this brother's decisive style of skipping class, Zhang Haichao took off his earphones and looked up on the bed, "You don't want to go out for supper now, do you?"

"I want to turn anger into appetite." Su Mianyang touched his chin and sighed.

"It's over bro, you were just an angry idiot, but now you have become an edible and angry idiot." Zhang Haichao clicked his tongue twice.

"Fuck you." Su Mianyang cursed with a smile.

"I only have Jianweixiaoshi tablets here," Zhang Haichao raised his hand towards the bed, "Do you want to eat?"

"...No, I'm going to have some excitement today." Su Mianyang who was on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, and suddenly said this.

Zhang Haichao: "?"

Xiao Lang has noticed Su Mianyang since they met once or twice. In fact, he doesn't need to pay special attention to it. It's just that this deskmate commits some troubles every day, and then is dragged out by the teacher to scold him. I have to pass by him every time.

What I committed this time is probably quite serious. I have been called out since the morning self-study and have not returned for most of the class.

"Oh, I'm really convinced by Brother Yang." Zhang Haichao caught Liu Xiaodao and complained.

Zhang Haichao has always been a person who doesn't know how to restrain himself, even if Xiao Lang didn't listen deliberately, he could still hear clearly.

"Brother Yang was yelling hungry in the middle of the night last night, so he insisted on using an induction cooker to cook in the dormitory. You can cook as you say, so it's okay for us to sneak around, but this brother insisted on cooking snail noodles, which made the next dormitory report to the dormitory supervisor about the toilet. It exploded." Zhang Haichao pinched his nose and gestured vividly.

"..." Xiao Lang lowered his head.