Tachycardia

The third year of high school had a heavy academic load, even if it was just the beginning of school, everyone quickly entered a fighting state.

The aftermath of the hottest summer has not yet passed, and the cicadas outside the window are still chirping tirelessly. The green shade of the trees blocks the sun projected into the classroom, and also blocks part of the deadly heat.

Wen Jinran at the front desk was squinting and copying the assignment.

Jin Wendong at the back table was just in the space where he looked up, and glanced at him from time to time.

I don't know if it was because of the heat, but Wen Jinran's petite ears were congested and turned pink.

Jin Wendong was much taller than him, and he could even see the vortex above his head when he straightened his upper body.His thin shoulders leaned forward slightly, and when he lowered his head, there was a protruding bone on the back of his neck, and the fine down was occasionally soaked with sweat, Jin Wendong looked at it, and often had the urge to touch it.

A week passed and they hadn't spoken a word.

In the next class of physical education, Sun Kai took out a bottle of milk and knocked on his desk during the break: "Hey, student who is a god of learning, please borrow my homework to copy."

Jin Wendong was absent-minded, and he still kept his eyes on the front table while talking: "Can I wait until you do your homework in my fucking lifetime?"

Sun Kai quickly confessed his milk, and his tone was so low that people wanted to beat him up: "It's not that there is no reward, Wahaha mango yogurt, a bottle of five yuan, it hurts me to death."

The right ear with the hearing aid on the front table was facing the two of them, and he should be able to hear their words clearly. Jin Wendong saw that his writing hand stopped.

Mango yoghurt was at his hand, Jin Wendong didn't usually drink this kind of thing, but this time his slender fingers pointed at the package, and he accepted it by default.

"Okay, I'll give you the homework, can you write it yourself, and trouble me every day."

"Hey, you don't have a back pain when you stand and talk, so I have to know it too."

"..."

Jin Wendong felt that this classmate was usually very noisy, but his skills improved a lot today.

At this time, a very quiet girl in the class came in from outside the classroom. She was the English class representative in the class. When she stood on the podium, the class burst into wailing.

The class representative smiled: "The English teacher and the physical education teacher switched classes, and the next class will be English. Let's take out the textbooks and preview first. After a while, the English teacher will randomly check the words and phrases and recite them."

With the pen in his mouth, Jin Wendong sneered and said, "This change probably made the physical education teacher disappear again."

"Damn it, recite it," Sun Kai was a little dazed, he hadn't finished copying his homework, "the dog's life is at stake."

Jin Wendong: "Good luck."

A few minutes of class time passed quickly, the class bell rang, Jin Wendong straightened up, and heard the "buzzing" in the classroom full of memorizing words, the voices of thirty or forty people were more terrifying than a swarm of flies.

He felt a little annoyed, and looked around the whole class, besides making up homework, they were memorizing vocabulary, including Xueba who also took out textbooks to review.

Only he and the front desk were calm as usual.

Usually, when he saw Wen Jinran either writing or reading, he expected that this person should be good at studying.

Not long after Lao Wang stepped into the class, he saw the grand occasion in the class and sighed a few words: "Hey, you are so serious, did Guang and Zhou have a meeting last night?"

As soon as he knocked on the table, "Come on, I can't be so sorry for your efforts, let's start spot checks now."

"what--"

"Ah what, let's start with this row first." Lao Wang pointed to the middle, which happened to be the row where Jin Wendong was. He sat in the fourth place, and Wen Jinran was in the third place. "Come on, the first warrior."

The warrior is a top student, Tai Ruo stood up naturally, and sat down contentedly, Lao Wang's face was full of approving smiles.

The second warrior cramped his feet temporarily, and he actually recited it well.

After a while, Wen Jinran arrived.

He Shi Shiran stood up, still with his head down, Lao Wang pointed at his textbook with the teaching rod: "Come on, close it."

Wen Jinran twisted her snow-white slender wrist, and finally raised her head slightly.

From Jin Wendong's perspective, he could only see his back and the fine hair on the nape of his neck, and his thin earlobes were a little powdery, like delicate cornel.

Old Wang probably felt that the first two were not bad. When it was his turn, he deliberately tested his study status this week: "You spell an adjective, multicultural, blended or multicultural."

Without hesitation, Wen Jinran recited the oral Chinese, and then spelled it out: "multicultural."

"Again, noun, semicircle."

"Semicircle."

"How about spelling two similar words?"

Wen Jinran choked for a moment, and thought for more than ten seconds, "...semi-circle?"

"Okay, count one."

He paused again, the eyes of the whole class were focused on him, making his palms sweat a little, he secretly grabbed the corner of his clothes and wiped it off.

He didn't make many friends this week, only one tablemate he was familiar with, but unfortunately, the tablemate was poor at English.

My head was a little messed up, Lao Wang comforted me: "Don't be nervous, we have learned this before."

Wen Jinran opened her mouth, unable to speak.

Just when he was about to touch the hem of his clothes, he felt that the hem of his school uniform was being pulled down, and then there was numbness from being touched on his waist, and the back desk who had never spoken to him quietly drew with his fingertips. made a semicircle.

Then I wrote "adj."

Wen Jinran felt that at that moment, he probably turned red from his cheeks to his neck, his whole body trembled, his lips were pursed, he lowered his head abruptly, stared at the desk, and uttered a word with some trembling sounds: "... semicircle."

Old Wang nodded to signal him to sit down, it was Jin Wendong's time.

This student didn't need him to pay attention. He asked not only words, but also several phrases.

Wen Jinran's face was buried in the book, and he touched the place he touched uncomfortably.

Jin Wendong had a panoramic view, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he held his pen in his mouth carelessly, and also opened the textbook.

After Lao Wang finished asking questions, they went to the back. Wen Jinran was silent for a while, then suddenly turned her head away, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jin Wendong stared at him without speaking, and said after a while, "You're welcome."

After school at noon, everyone left, but Wen Jinran was still obediently sitting in the classroom.

There was no one around, so he took out two pieces of bread from the hole in the table to eat. He had no water, and the bread was a bit dry for him, so he couldn't help turning his head to look at the mango yoghurt that was still on Jin Wendong's table.

The beige packaging looks quite delicious.

Just as he was in a daze, there was a knock on the door of the classroom - a woman in her 40s was standing at the door. She was wearing a white professional women's suit with wrapping hips, and her hair was neatly pulled into a flower bud. The delicate and beautiful facial features are inexplicably similar to Wen Jinran.

After seeing Wen Jinran, Song Yaxiang's eyes flashed with joy, and then saw what he was eating, and immediately said distressedly: "Of course, mom is here to pick you up."

Wen Jinran's originally slightly frowning brows were loosened, revealing a bright smile.

When he smiled, he looked more like a delicate flower, the two small dimples on his cheeks were filled with sweet dew, his eyebrows were curved, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

Walking to the stairs with Song Yaxiang, they happened to bump into Jin Wendong who was going upstairs.

The three of them paused briefly for a few seconds at the narrow turning. Jin Wendong raised his head, fixed his eyes on Song Yaxiang, and then on Wen Jinran, and his gaze went back and forth between the two.

Song Yaxiang was a little embarrassed, her expression was uncertain, and when she was debating whether to speak, Jin Wendong made way for them.

There is such a big place in the corridor, Wen Jinran inevitably walked over close to his chest, his smile was still there, he turned his head and said, "Thank you."

Jin Wendong looked at the dimples on his cheeks, and caught off guard that his mouth was sweet.

Before he could react, Wen Jinran had already walked away with his mother. He looked at the mango yogurt he had just bought in his hand, and frowned at his mother thinking about the various breads Wen Jinran had eaten this week.

Then he turned around, feeling his cheeks were a little hot, and turned on the front camera of his phone...

Only then did I realize that I actually blushed.