He Xiu was yelled for no reason and said a long time later, "Why are you doing so angry?"

"I bother others to read my composition." Yes said, flipping through the papers in the desk hall, "You go to the cafeteria with Song Yi and the others, I don't want to eat it."

"Oh." He Xiu lowered his eyelashes, "Then I won't eat it anymore."

Yes looked at him, "What are you angry about? Go and have dinner with them."

"I'm not familiar with them." He Xiu said.

Yes was speechless, "Then you go and eat by yourself. Haven't you been eating by yourself before?"

He Xiu didn't say anything, quickly turned a slam dunk from the first page to the last page, and then flipped it backwards before saying, "It used to be, but now I'm used to someone to have dinner with me."

Yes took a deep breath and stared at him. He Xiu also glared back. The two of them glared at each other for a few seconds, and Yes was amused.

"Okay." He sighed, "My deskmate is an autistic child, so he only recognizes me and not others."

Yes pushed the table and said, "Go and autistic children, go with you for dinner."

He Xiu curled the corner of his mouth and stood up and walked out with him. The outside was looking at the results, and only the two of them walked straight by the crowded people. After walking for a while, Ye Si couldn't help but put his arm on He Xiu's shoulder again. He Xiu glanced at the hand of someone who was still playing the piano in the air and said, "Let me see the composition."

"What are you looking at? No, are you wrong?" Yes frowned, "I am jealous of my good writing of the composition?"

He Xiu nodded, "Yes."

“…”

Yes looked straight, "You can't even think about it."

Although Yes didn't feel nervous before the class test results were announced, he still breathed a lot of relief after the final result came out. The most obvious thing was that he was hungry when he smelled the smell and wanted to eat anything he saw.

"I'll go, there are pork ribs and saliva tonight." Yes stood in front of two long queues and fell into trouble. "It's so difficult for me. I really can't choose this question."

He Xiu thought for a while, "You drain the chicken, I cook the ribs, I can give you all my ribs."

Yes raised his eyebrows, "Just...?"

"As long as you show me the composition." He Xiu smiled with confidence.

"There is no door." Yes coldly and stepped into the long line of pork ribs. "I'll eat this. You can't have both chicken and pork ribs. You can't get the chicken and pork ribs. You can't get the pork ribs in the chicken."

As a result, half of the chicken was still in Yes's bowl while eating. Yes lowered his head and snored and snorted, leaving behind the deal that had just broken down.

"Song Yi said that he would be barbecue and drink in the dormitory to see him off at night." Yes glanced at his phone and said.

"Seeking off?" He Xiu didn't understand, "Where is he going?"

"He's going to Class 18." Yes sighed, "Hey, I'll have no friends in Class 4 from now on, and I'll be alone."

He Xiu paused his chopsticks and looked up at him, "Where is me?"

"You don't count." Yes said while carrying the ribs buried in the potatoes, "You are different, you... just be with the same desk."

"My deskmate sounds a bit thin." He Xiu lowered his head to eat, sighed for a while, and didn't say anything else.

When Yes walked back after dinner, he felt that He Xiu was a little depressed and said very little, which was similar to when he was just sitting at the same table. He asked him to talk to Balabara for a long time before He Xiu u said uh, sometimes he didn't even uh.

He probably knew what was going on. One was that he didn't read the composition and was unhappy, and the other was that he was defined as a "deskmate", which was even more unhappy.

Alas, who says that the God of Learning is not in the world? This is a little princess who is autistic, cold and fucking pretentious.

Yes suddenly stopped and said, "Date-in-law."

"Hmm?" He Xiu also stopped waiting for him.

"I said you are my deskmate because we officially met each other since we were in the same tablemate. You know." Yes looked at him with his pocket in his hand, "You are different from those guys Song Yi and Wu Xing. I am used to chatting with them. When they are in a bad mood, they always raise their feet and kick them, but they are not like you, so naturally I didn't pull you into the pile of friends."

He Xiu thought for a long time, "You mean, only if you kicked me can you be your friend?"

"No." Yes lost his expression, "You are a little bit wrong with this focus. How many points will be in Chinese this time?"

"I don't know." He Xiu was stunned for a moment, "I didn't see the points."

Yes's lips trembled, but he still laughed, cursed, and continued to walk lazily towards the teaching building.

The original explanation was interrupted, and Yes didn't think about continuing because he couldn't explain it any further.

The logic is a bit weak and the arguments are not sufficient. After explanation, even he himself is confused.

Yes, why can't you be a friend? What's the difference?

It's fucking different everywhere, but why are it different?

Yes suspected that he was stupid in doing the test.

The shift was to be transferred at dinner time, so the two of them walked around for a while, and then went around to the preparatory bell before returning to the classroom. As soon as they turned the bell, Yes saw that Song Yi, who should have already rolled to Class 18, was leaning against the back door with his arms in his arms, holding a paper sheet in his hand.

"Song Yi." Yes shouted, "Why haven't you..."

"Yes!" Song Yi turned his head and saw him, slapped the paper on the table, "Then you dare to come back?"

"Ah?" Yes was stunned, "What's the matter?"

"I just saw the high-scoring composition of grades." Song Yi said as he grabbed the paper again. Just as he was about to recite it, Yes had already started to jump up and ran up in two steps. He pulled the paper over in one hand. The thin roll paper was pulled in half at that time. Yes quickly pulled the half ball in his hand and kicked it into the trash can next to him.

The air around seemed to solidify for a moment, and all the students in the room turned their heads and looked here.

Song Yi touched his nose, "There is an excellent writer. There is still a stack of unpublished ones in the Academic Affairs Office. Tear up some yarn."

As he said, he touched He Xiu's table casually and started to touch the one sent to He Xiu.

Yes, “…”

Before Song Yi started reciting again, Yes went up and covered his neck with his arm, and waved his fingers to lock his throat, so that he could not make any noise. He Xiu stood beside him and watched them compete, silently sat back on his seat, picked up the copied essay sent to Yes and started reading.

The title of the composition is "Breathing on the Head".

When He Xiu saw the question, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he stared for a while before continuing to look down.

The structure of Yes's composition is indeed very clear. The beginning refutes the phenomenon of poisoning his roommates, and then half discusses the basic morality of being a human being, and half discusses cherishing classmates and giving up friendship. He Xiu's eyes hurriedly browsed the textbook-like arguments before and fell in the last paragraph.

"The roommates are poisoned, dormitory bullying... Putting aside the bad nature of people, probably many people who make mistakes have lost their minds in a moment of anger and forgot their companionship in their ordinary life. When it comes to roommates, all I can think of is the two of them wearing the wrong socks during the day, the hot buns they rushed to the cafeteria together in the morning, and the knowledge points that they could not finish after school... and, every night, on top of my head, the shallow and stable breathing sound. As long as the breathing sound is still there, my student time seems to never end. I hope my life can walk a little slower in this breathing sound."

He Xiu was stunned for a while at the last two sentences. Yu Guanglis was still hugging Song Yi wildly and said viciously: "If you dare to read it for me, I will call you the Antarctic Immortal."

Song Yi breathed hard, and his face was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he said, "Your deskmate has already finished reading your composition! You! Are you! Blind!"

"..." Yes let go of his hand blankly, turned his head to look at the seat, and He Xiuzheng put another piece of composition paper back on his desk.

"I've finished reading." He Xiu nodded to him and said calmly: "It's well written, and the ending is combined with true feelings, and the rise is also good."

“…”

Yes couldn't find his tongue. He stood at the door in a daze and stared at He Xiu. The self-study bell suddenly rang, and Song Yi ran wildly in the direction of Class 18, watching the fun, everyone went back to everyone, and he was the only one standing there.

Lao Ma suddenly strode past behind him and said as he passed by: "Ye Shen, go back quickly, your new class teacher is coming!"

Yes glanced at him and was speechless at the childish middle-aged man. He cleared his throat and whispered: "Can this guy who peeked at someone's composition let your deskmate come in?"

He Xiu curled his lips and turned to the side, "One hand is not considered a peek."

Yes lost his strength to glar at him, and he felt as if someone had taken off his pants. He squeezed into the seat and sat down, stuffing the composition into the desk.

Lao Ma walked onto the podium, "Hello everyone, I'll introduce myself first-"

Actually, there is no need to introduce it. Who doesn’t know the ace class teacher in the English and Chinese class? But the good babies in Class 4 still sat upright and listened to him. Lao Ma turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, turned around and said, "My surname is Ma. You can call me Teacher Ma, or you can continue the love name my children have given me in the last class. Lao Ma. As you like. The overall teaching teacher in our Class 4 remains unchanged, only the math teacher has been replaced by me. At the same time, your Lao Qin is only responsible for your Chinese class normally in this year of high school. The throne of the class teacher will be my from now on."

The people below smiled, and Yes took the opportunity to hug who was in the class.

Almost half of the people left, and he didn't know many of them, so he looked familiar with the people who came in next door, including Xu Shanyue, who Song Yi thought was good-looking before.

Lao Ma said: "The class division test has been settled. Sitting in this class, first of all, I want to say to you, thank you for your hard work."

The people below were filled with emotion, and Lao Ma said, "I didn't say that you worked hard to take the exam. The exam was over. You worked hard and reaped the results you wanted. Even if the previous efforts were not as hard as you could, it would be considered as happy."

The classroom suddenly became quieter, and Yes looked up at the man on the podium.

Lao Ma's voice was very gentle, a tone that was both low and ups and downs. His speaking speed was very slow. I wonder if the math teacher was like this. I was afraid that people would not understand it if they were too fast to speak, so I kept saying it slowly.

"I said thank you for your hard work. I want everyone here to be mentally prepared for all the possible encounters in the next three hundred days."

"Soon after, some of you will suffer from embarrassing situations one after another. For example, if you are in Class 4, but you have passed the top 50 exams, you feel like you are in this class every second and you are not worthy of the seat under your butt."

"It's a bit pitiful. Parents will come to see the teacher and will lift you up next to you and let you tell the teacher about your own learning problems."

Lao Ma smiled, "If you are even more pitiful, you will follow the clues and steal your little boyfriend and girlfriend, your mobile game console, your private money... all shook it out, and you have nothing overnight."

A low and friendly laughter sounded in the class. Lao Ma's eyes were bright and he looked at the people below, "Tonight I want to give you a briefing with you in advance. In the third year of high school, in addition to endless exams and questions, everyone should learn to reassure themselves, get along with themselves, and get along with their parents. The teacher hopes that in the next three hundred days, if you have any unhappiness, unwillingness or unhappiness, you will come to the teacher to chat with me. Or sit in the office and complain to me about your parents, I'm ready for me. The last senior sister kowtowed me more than 100 kilograms of melon seeds to see if you can break this record."

The tense atmosphere in the classroom eased, and someone began to laugh and chat. Yes hit He Xiu's elbow, "Old Ma is really awesome."

He Xiu curled the corners of his lips, "Yes."

In the last life, Lao Ma was the only person He Xiu was familiar with in Yingzhong, and even a friend.

I don’t remember the cause, maybe I was called to do the test by Lao Ma. The relationship between teachers and students has become sublimated invisibly. Maybe people who like mathematics have a little sympathy in their bones, and they have a tacit understanding between teachers and students. Lao Ma even talked to him before the college entrance examination and advised him to stick to his ideals in applying for the exam, but unfortunately, he finally compromised.

He Xiu came to his senses and Yes poked him again, "You often go to his office. Does he really have a hundred kilograms of melon seeds?"

He Xiu smiled, "Yes, I think it's more than that. They've all been scribing in the box under the desk."

Yes tsk and took a deep breath, suddenly feeling very open.

Lao Ma smiled and said, "I seem to hear someone praise me below. Don't praise me. I say this every year that I am quite proficient in business, just a formality."
To be continued...