My tablemate is idol

In the office on the west side of the third floor, three or five teachers chatted one after another.

"It's really getting dark now, it's only 06:30 and it's getting dark."

"Yeah, it's almost winter. It obviously feels like school has just started."

"We're going to have a weekly meeting soon... How are you writing the teaching plan for the last quarter?"

"Hey, I'm probably the one who worries the most now..." Fang Shiyu took a thermos of hot water, returned to her seat to pack up the lesson plans, and prepared to go to a meeting later.

Class 17, as the class with the lowest average score in her age, is a hot potato that she cannot lose.

"Teacher Fang?"

A boyish voice sounded from behind.Fang Shiyu turned her head and saw the boy who was a head taller than her leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Zhai Yixun? Is there something wrong?"

"Yes. I want to discuss something with you."

The two talked at the door for a few minutes, and the sky was completely condensed into thick ink.

"Are you sure, you can?" Fang Shiyu looked at him suspiciously.

"You helped me convince the grade director, and I will definitely be able to. Wait for your news. I will go back to study by myself in the evening."

The boy smiled and turned back to the classroom.

In the first quarter of self-study in the evening, Zhai Yixun was surprisingly quiet. He just immersed himself in writing and drawing. Lin Hang looked at him several times, but he didn't even respond to his eyes.

The get out of class bell rang.The classmates in the classroom went to the corridor to breathe in twos and threes. Lin Hang saw that he was still writing, so he didn't dare to disturb him, so he took a book from the table and flipped through it.

"Okay. Take a look!" Zhai Yixun handed three or four pages of A4 paper full of words to Lin Hang.

It is a study schedule.The weekly and daily learning goals are planned in detail above, and when to remediate the content of the first year of high school and when to review the content of the second year of high school is arranged by time.And as long as similar knowledge points are arranged together, they are well-arranged and orderly.

Seven courses and two semesters of content, a total of hundreds of different chapters have been dismantled and arranged properly. With such logic, it is worthy of being a top student.

"Usually, you are not serious, but you look decent when you are serious."

"That's not... for my boyfriend." Zhai Yixun smiled, and the hand under the table touched Lin Hang's thigh lightly.

"……here we go again."

"From tomorrow onwards, we will enter the combat state. Baby, come on."

Lin Hang was ashamed and frightened when he heard the word "baby", so he pressed Zhai Yixun's head on the desk and covered his mouth.

This man is like a stupid dog eager to swear sovereignty.

"Fuck... baby, you... you're so strong." Zhai Yixun snorted and said vaguely.

"Shut up! This is the classroom!"

"Remember tomorrow morning, come to the classroom at six o'clock."

In early winter, the days are short and the nights are long.At 05:30 in the morning, the sky was blue and black, the stars were not hidden, and the street lights in the city were dimmed. As soon as Lin Hang walked out of the gate of the community, the cold wind invaded his bare skin.

He shivered and tightened his coat. There was thick fog on the road, and he could hear the sweeping sound of the cleaners on the other side of the road, but he couldn't see anyone.

After walking a few steps, I heard a clear sound of trotting footsteps.

He turned around and saw the boy coming from the fog.

The thick fog was dyed warm orange by the faint street lights, the off-white scarf set off a white face with a smile, and the black uniform jacket lifted a corner because of the trot.

He gasped, condensed clouds of white mist, stood in front of Lin Hang, took the scarf off his neck, and wrapped it around Lin Hang's neck.

"It's so cold today, why don't you wear a scarf."

The warm scarf instantly drove away the chill, and Lin Hang was in a trance for a moment.He remembered that during the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, when he went to see a psychiatrist, the doctor told him, "If two people have the same heart, they will find each other even if they are in the fog."

He seems to be beginning to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Didn't I meet you in the classroom? Why did you come downstairs to my house?"

Zhai Yixun smiled, without saying a word, and handed him the soy milk in his hand.

"Didn't eat breakfast, drink this."

He took his hand and walked forward, and only spoke after a while.

"It's nothing, just thinking, if you study this morning, there will be no one on the road, so I can hold you for a while."

Lin Hang paused, swallowed a mouthful of soy milk, his eyes were shy and gentle, and his hand involuntarily held him tightly.

Class 17 seems to be a lot quieter.During the break between each class, the back door was closed tightly, and the two teenagers in the last row were flipping through the textbooks, writing, drawing and arguing from time to time, with serious expressions on their faces.