Love perfect score

When Xu Qingqiao was about to roughly finish a line draft in the last row of the class by the window, the seats in the class were basically settled.

The new homeroom teacher, Lao Huang, is an ambitious middle-aged man. The new official took office three times. On the first day of the second year of high school, he advocated that the class seats be determined by ranking. No.1 is the first to choose a position, and No.2 is the second. Choose the position, the last one has no choice.

The year was 2008. The Beijing Olympic Games was held in a hurry and attracted worldwide attention. When it comes to students, most of them are quality-oriented education and exam-oriented education. Before the final placement test last semester, Xu Qingqiao put down the drawing board and spent a few days endorsing it. Without any suspense, he became No.1 in the liberal arts class, with a total score ratio of No. 2. [-] is nearly thirty points higher.

When choosing seats, watching Xu Qingqiao walk from the front of the class to the last row of corners, Lao Huang's smile gradually stiffened, and finally he still stubbornly said, "Look at our classmate Xu Qingqiao, who burned himself and illuminated the world." For everyone, take the initiative to give up the good position to the classmates! Everyone applauds for him!"

Influenced by Xu Qingqiao, class No. 2 looked away from the center of the class with tears in his eyes, and walked to the next row with three steps.

Yan Xiaomu held the straps of his schoolbag hanging on his sides with both hands, and stood at the tail of the line, looking around with his small head, nervously whispering to Zhang Ming who was standing in front of him.

"I don't have a place to choose." Yan Xiaomu said in a breathy voice, and could only put his head close to the person's ear.

Zhang Ming glanced at the remaining seats in the class and the number of people in the team, and said in a low voice, "I'm number 2 on the bottom, and I'm about the same."

Yan Xiaomu pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "I had a fever during the exam."

Zhang Ming glanced at Yan Xiaomu, who was a little shorter behind him, and hummed twice: "I have been at the same table with you for a year in the first year of high school. I don't know what your grades are? It's a good thing that you can get into the liberal arts class." Your head is burning sober to bless you."

The Thirteenth Middle School has never produced talents in liberal arts, so this year only one liberal arts class was set up, and the ranking happened to be stuck with Yan Xiaomu.

Just like what Zhang Ming said, he stepped on a big pile of gold-encrusted shit.

Not long after, Zhang Ming turned back to talk to Yan Xiaomu again, like reminding and threatening, Yan Xiaomu's face turned pale with just one sentence.

"You may be sitting in the last row with Xu Qingqiao."

Yan Xiaomu is younger than his classmates in the same grade. His actual age is two years younger than the number on his ID card. Most second-year high school students are 15 or [-], and Yan Xiaomu is only [-] years old.

Boys are late in development, and two years younger will be more than half the difference. Zhang Ming is not tall anymore, Yan Xiaomu is a few centimeters shorter than him, and Xu Qingqiao can sit in the last row because he has a height of 1.8 meters. With his height, and Xiaomu's small body, the effect of sitting in the last row of lectures may not be as good as standing outside the classroom.

The disaster was not only in the last row, but also Xu Qingqiao.

Since high school, Xu Qingqiao has been a man of the thirteenth high school. To get into a key high school in the city, he had to travel thousands of miles to come to a middle school in a corner of Tongcheng. He never followed the teacher's way to study and could easily sit at the top of his grade. throne.

Of course, it is not only his achievements that have attracted much attention, but also his family.

It was a rainy day when the first year of high school started, and the narrow school gate was crowded because of several luxury cars parked across the road. A group of cold-faced bodyguards in black suits held umbrellas in the rain, and then the indifferent Xu Qingqiao came from there with a schoolbag. Out of the group of bodyguards.

"I heard that his father is a gangster, a businessman with a machete." Zhang Ming covered half of his mouth with his hands, his eyebrows almost raised, "I'm really not a brother, I won't help you, my parents are both in the system, If I get involved in gangsters and go back, they will break my legs, you understand?"

Zhang Ming belonged to the school's drama club, and he always had a desire to express himself. A few words made Yan Xiaomu shrink back several times.

Yan Xiaomu's mind turned slowly, hearing that the wind was like rain, and Gao Yiyi had been pinned down by Zhang Ming all year long, before he had time to think about the direct connection between "becoming Xu Qingqiao's deskmate" and "involving gangsters", he really thought everything was like As serious as Zhang Ming said, he covered his mouth, his round almond eyes opened wide.

"Well, brother, I'll help you one last time. See, Xu Qingqiao still has a seat in the front row. I'll sit there later. From now on, we'll be counted as the front and back tables, and we'll take care of each other."

Although Yan Xiaomu and Zhang Minggao were not in the same class as Xu Qingqiao, there was no need for Zhang Ming to make a special arrangement. Xu Qingqiao's story had already been spread in Thirteenth High School.

Not only was the "scenery" appearance at the time of admission, but as the representative of the first freshman in the grade, Xu Qingqiao, who was outstanding in appearance, became the dream lover of many girls. Until the whole year of the first year of high school, the girls realized that the ice-cold Xu Qingqiao, who is like a rock, is unimpressive, and there are many fewer girls from other classes who come to Xu Qingqiao's class.

I heard that the biggest nightclub in Tongcheng was opened by Xu Qingqiao's father. I heard that Xu Qingqiao has 1 yuan in pocket money a month. I heard that Xu Qingqiao never hangs out with his peers, and only makes friends with seniors and friends from other schools...

heard, heard...

To the closed and backward [-]th Middle School, Xu Qingqiao was news, like a new world to walk in. Everyone respected him because they wanted to get close to him out of curiosity, but also kept away from him out of fear of being unknown.

"Don't worry, I've heard some rules on the road. You are younger than us, and the underworld also has the rules of being a underworld, that is, don't bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. As long as you don't provoke him, he won't touch you." Zhang Ming grabbed Yan Xiaomu's arms and shook them vigorously, and said as if he was dead, "Also, although he is the first in the grade, it doesn't mean he doesn't have violent tendencies. You must not take the initiative to provoke him, do you hear me?"

When it was time for Zhang Ming to choose a seat, Zhang Mingyi gave Yan Xiaomu the opportunity to be Xu Qingqiao's tablemate without hesitation, and sat down in the window seat left in front of Xu Qingqiao.

When Xu Qingqiao finished drawing the last stroke of the line draft on a piece of white paper with a pencil, he heard a soft and soft male voice beside him: "What are you drawing?"

The voice was very close, and then the man's arm bumped into it. Xu Qingqiao turned his face and saw a small head leaning over his drawing. The hair was raised stubbornly on the forehead, and the long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the fair skin.

Xu Qingqiao didn't answer, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a boy in the front row reacting faster than anyone else, leaning his body, twisting his expression, and growled in a low voice that anyone could hear: "Yan Xiaomu! Forgot what I told you?"

The boy named Yan Xiaomu raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and soon seemed to remember something, opened his eyes wide as if suddenly realized, and then replied earnestly: "I remember, you said that he is the first in grade, you want me to be careful! "

Only then did Xu Qingqiao see him clearly. He looked quite obedient, with a small face that could be wrapped in a palm, with a bit of baby fat on his face, but a sharp chin. His eyes were round and big, reminding Xu Qingqiao of his childhood A beautiful shorthair cat.

The difference is that the American shorthair cat has a high IQ. If it were transformed into a human form, it should know the communication sound that can be heard at the front and back tables, and it can also be heard at the same table.

Yan Xiaomu, who was plotting loudly with Zhang Ming, realized that Xu Qingqiao was looking at him, and finally remembered to sit down. He moved his buttocks to the seat with his schoolbag in his arms, and smiled shyly at Xu Qingqiao.

Xu Qingqiao glanced at the hairy head who was sitting next to him, and said nothing, and ignored his silly smile.

The number one in the class went to sit with the class by mistake. Lao Huang was a little embarrassed, and stood on the podium to make up for himself, saying that he could readjust his position every time in the big exam, and he wanted everyone to cheer up.

Xu Qingqiao pulled out a second piece of white paper from the hole in the table, and before he picked up the pen, Yan Xiaomu tilted his body, and was attracted by him again, and followed his gaze.

Xu Qingqiao glanced at him, leaned back in the chair, raised her chin, and signaled that she hadn't started writing yet, it was just a blank sheet of paper.

Yan Xiaomu remembered what Zhang Ming said, and secretly compared the clean, handsome, and slow-moving boy in front of him with the three words "underworld", and quickly shook his head to squeeze out those bad words. go.

How can there be such a good-looking and handsome "underworld".

Lao Huang was still on stage introducing himself and uniting with the class. Yan Xiaomu found that Xu Qingqiao only raised his head and declined once when he was recommended as the monitor of the liberal arts class. The rest of the time he was painting in his hands.

A pencil is used, and the fingers holding the pen are slender and well-articulated, as if sketching randomly, but let the clean and neat lines stand out on the paper without any trace of modification.

Xu Qingqiao was still drawing, Yan Xiaomu's hairy head was tilted again, half of his body got out of his seat, he focused on his pen and paper, and at the same time stretched out a finger to tap on his drawing paper twice , asked in a very cautious tone: "What do you draw this for?"

Just as Xu Qingqiao was about to dismiss him with "Draw casually", she saw this man looking up at him, with one arm around the stack of new books that had just been handed out on the side of the table, pursing his lips so obediently.

So Xu Qingqiao didn't worry about drawing any more, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

It's like teasing a cat that comes up to please people.

"Can drawing improve memory?" The man retracted his fingers, blinked and asked, "If I learn to draw, can I improve my grades?"

Xu Qingqiao feels that even if he is not painting but playing poker and mahjong, this person can still think that this is one of the ways to improve his grades.

Yan Xiaomu didn't get a reply, so he turned around awkwardly and sat upright.

After a while, Xu Qingqiao received a note from Yan Xiaomu. Yan Xiaomu's handwriting was as round and lovely as his own.

One stroke at a time wrote on the note: "My name is Yan Xiaomu, and the person sitting in front is my friend Zhang Ming."

Xu Qingqiao wrote her name on the note and handed it back, then took out the Walkman's earphones from the table hole and stuffed them into her ears.

Xu Qingqiao and her previous tablemates have always drawn the [-]th line clearly, the Chu River and the Han border, well water and river water, don't bother anyone.

Perhaps it was because Xu Qingqiao had a cold face, so no one dared to get too close to him.

Only Yan Xiaomu was an exception, probably because Xu Qingqiao was the only one who could be regarded as a top student. On the first day of school, Yan Xiaomu had asked him several times for math problems with a bitter face in one morning.

A pair of big eyes eager to solve the problem stared at the person without blinking, so Xu Qingqiao could only take off the earphones and draw a few strokes on his notebook with a drawing pencil. With the tip of his pen, he looked half-knowledgeable.

When he was thinking, his brows were all wrinkled together, and only one word of worry was written on his white and tender face.

Unlike other students who did not study well due to laziness and attitude problems, Yan Xiaomu's failure in study was purely due to stupidity.

This is the first time Xu Qingqiao has seen such a stupid and hard-working scholar.

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