Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

"Hi everyone, my name is Lin Luoqi..."

Wu Juntao waited for him to finish the introduction and said: "Then you find a place to sit first. The seat has not been assigned yet at the beginning of school. We will adjust the seat when the evening self-study is free. We will start class later."

"Teacher, can I sit there?" Lin Luoqi was not tall, with a baby face and curly hair, and he spoke softly.

Zhang Jing saw him pointing to his side, and looked away in disgust.

"Okay, Zhou Wei, you and Lin Luoqi go to the equipment room to move the tables and chairs. It's not easy for him to move alone. Do you know where the equipment room is?"

"Oh, I know." Zhou Wei was the student behind Zhang Jing, he stood up reluctantly, muttering, "Why should I move, he has no hands?"

"Isn't it because you are tall? What's wrong with helping a new classmate?" Someone whispered back to him.

"Yeah, what a big deal."

Zhou Wei rolled his eyes, he is tall, he should do the work, he is tall, but thin, and he doesn't have much strength, why always let him do these jobs?

"Thank you." Lin Luoqi followed Zhou Wei out of the classroom and smiled at him.

Zhou Wei doesn't like this type of boys very much, he seems to have not eaten when he said something, and he responded lukewarmly.

Wu Juntao saw Zhang Jing lying on the table just now and thought he was not feeling well, "Wait for them, you can look through this semester's textbooks first, you can also discuss and discuss, and give lectures later." After a while, there were buzzing voices in the classroom .

Zhang Jing heard someone knocking on the table, and when he looked up, he saw the head teacher standing by the table.

"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?" Wu Juntao asked him.

"A little bit." Zhang Jing sat up straight and rubbed his eyes.

"I see you are sleepy?"

Zhang Jing quickly put down his hands, with a serious face: "How can I? How could I be sleepy after listening to your class, you can't wrong me."

"Okay, sugar-coated cannonballs should be restrained." Wu Juntao said with a smile.

Zhang Jing glanced at the door of the classroom and said, "The teacher adjusts the seat for evening self-study. If the new classmate wants to be closer to me, please don't agree. Put him in the opposite corner of me, as far away as possible."

"What's the matter? Did classmate Renxin provoke you?" Wu Juntao also knew that he wasn't just looking for trouble for no reason.

"Isn't he cute? He's like a mascot. Put it with me. It's not to share my halo." Zhang Jing blinked and ran the train with his mouth full.

"That's enough," Wu Juntao was too lazy to talk to him, "Read books and preview homework."

"Got it." Zhang Jing smiled and took the math textbook.

Zhou Wei moved the table into the classroom with an ugly face, Lin Luoqi followed behind with a chair, and Wu Juntao happened to wander around the door with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Wei glanced at the people behind him, and then said to the class teacher: "Teacher, why don't I put it in the last row here, it's too troublesome to put us there."

Just as Lin Luoqi was about to say something, Wu Juntao said, "Okay, let's put it here. Lin Luoqi, sit there for the time being, and change your seat at night."

Lin Luoqi could only swallow the words back, nodded with a smile, and said softly, "Thank you teacher."

Zhou Wei helped him set the table and went back to his seat.

Seeing him striding forward, Zhang Jing looked ugly, and asked, "What's wrong with Mighty?"

Zhou Wei, nicknamed Mighty, was so angry that he sat down on the seat, stretched his head and complained to Zhang Jing, "The new classmate is quite self-conscious. I helped him move the table and chairs. He is very good. After entering, pick up the chair first." , just wait for me to move the table, do I owe him?"

"Calm down, calm down." Zhang Jing looked at the boy in the opposite corner. He was tidying up the table, and he seemed to notice something. He also turned his head, and the two looked at each other.

Lin Luoqi raised his eyebrows at him, as if provocative.

Zhang Jing smiled disdainfully, licking his face to ask for a beating, right?