"Please help me call you the math representative of your class. Thank you."
The bell rang for less than two minutes. Before Ling Chuyang could go to the corridor to get some fresh air, he heard someone talking at the back door.
Turning around, I saw a boy with very short hair, his scalp almost visible, wearing a pair of silver thin-rimmed glasses, leaning his head into the classroom. After seeing him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He smiled and said, "Call me, representative of your mathematics department, thank you."
Ling Chuyang turned around and said nothing. He knew this person. To be precise, he had met Lin Mochen, the mathematics representative of Class 6, Grade 2. He had met him in the mathematics office. He and He Shiling sat side by side.
I was grading the math papers, talking and laughing while grading the papers.
"Classmate, help me shout, thank you." Lin Mochen's voice sounded from the back door again.
"What's going on?" Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang and then at the person at the door.
"Call the math representative of your class. Thank you." Lin Mochen repeated good-naturedly.
"Ask you, what's the matter? You can't hear me." Ling Chuyang turned his head and sounded a little impatient, causing Tang Jiyuan's exaggerated expression of wide-eyed expression.
"Looking for your math department representative." Lin Mochen was a little speechless. Didn't he make it very clear? This boy was a little strange, so he just didn't help. He glanced at Ling Chuyang and walked away.
"What's going on with you? Who provoked you?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang. After the Chinese class, his temper became much worse.
Ling Chuyang remained silent, glanced at Tang Ji, and tilted his head to his left arm.
At the same time, there was a sound at the front door of the classroom, "Representative of the Mathematics Department, someone is looking for you."
Tang Ji raised his head and looked around the classroom. He Shiling did not move.
Oh! Has the math subject representative from Class 5 changed again?
Then, I saw the hot-tempered girl, Ling Chuyang's family member 800 years ago, walking up to the podium with light steps, and then walked out of the classroom, and then disappeared from sight.
Yo? Tang Ji walked out of the classroom and saw Ling Chu greeting the boy very familiarly, "Second Young Master, long time no see, what are you doing?"
Second Young Master? That’s a good title! Tang Ji repeated and couldn’t help but laugh.
"He Shiling, isn't she here?" The "Second Young Master" wanted to look into the classroom.
"I'm, but, something happened." Ling Chu stopped him with a smile, "What is this? The test paper for the winter vacation exam?"
"Well, we had a math class last time, so I brought it here." The boy handed a stack of test papers to Ling Chu, "I don't seem to have seen the test papers from your department representative."
"I know, thank you, Second Young Master." A big smile appeared on Ling Chu's face, and then, without waiting for "Second Young Master" to respond, he turned around and returned to the classroom.
"You're welcome." The boy said with a smile on his face, scratched his head with his hand, and responded a little shyly. When he saw Ling Chu entering the classroom, he took two steps forward and explored the classroom.
Then, with a low smile, he walked towards this direction.
He scratched again and again, and all his hair was gone. Tang Ji smiled inwardly and saw the "Second Young Master" coming this way. He hurriedly retreated to the back door of the classroom, but he didn't think about who he bumped into. He turned around and saw, Ling Chuyang?
"Aren't you sleeping? Why are you standing here?"
"It's noisy." Ling Chuyang pushed Tang Ji away and walked to the corridor window as usual. He looked at the scenery outside the window and gave Tang Ji a handsome background.
The classroom was very lively. He Shiling sat in her seat without moving, still tilting her head and looking out the classroom window.
The test paper in Ling Chu's hand had been divided by several people. At this moment, the "drama" that had been performed before was being performed. Several people were waving test papers and shuttled back and forth in the class. The difference was that no one was directing on the podium.
There were various responses: "Here", "Here", "It's me..."
Looking at this scene, Tang Ji suddenly remembered that the songs of childhood are coming, la la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers...
I didn't feel like I was laughing out loud, so I walked out of the classroom and stood next to Ling Chuyang, leaning against the window sill, smiling at these little experts selling newspapers.
"Hey, do you know that boy just now?" Tang Ji touched Ling Chuyang next to him.
"I don't know." Ling Chuyang's voice was as neutral as ever.
"I don't know you? Then why are you angry?" Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang beside him, who was looking out the window. There was no one on the playground outside the window, "What are you looking at? What are you asking me?"
"You talked a lot today." Ling Chuyang turned around, glanced at Tang Ji, then turned back and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.
"Do I talk a lot?" Tang Ji couldn't help but reflect, "You are a little unusual today!"
"Ling Chuyang" a shout suddenly came from the classroom.
"I'm calling you." Tang Ji touched the person next to him. The person didn't seem to hear him and didn't respond.
"Ling Chuyang, Ling Chuyang, where are you?" Fang Di, a girl with a high ponytail and two strands of bangs falling from her forehead? The girl who was going to let them do the hard work, let the girl who gave them "first", at this moment
, asked, standing in the boys’ section four rows back of the classroom, still holding a few unfinished test papers in his hand.
"Here." Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, who didn't respond, and waved his hand toward the classroom, "The seat on the right side of the back door. Thank you."
Fang Di glanced at the door, walked over, and put the test papers on the table by the back door.
"Tang Ji, where is Tang Ji?" The girl's voice rang in the classroom again.
"Yes." Before Tang Ji had time to answer, he heard that someone had already answered for him.
"On the left side of the back door." Whose voice was it? Who did he see the next moment?
Wasn't she looking at the scenery outside the left window? When she came to the back row of the classroom, Tang Ji was dumbfounded for a moment.
Looking at He Shiling, she walked straight to Fang Di, took away his test paper, took a look at it, moved the corner of her mouth, seemed to be smiling, and put the test paper on the table. The next moment, she picked up Ling Chu from the table.
Yang's test paper, I glanced left and right, turned to the back of the paper, looked at it, and put it down.
Then, he saw her looking in the direction where they were. He could clearly see that there was an obvious smile on He Shiling's face. It was different from the faint smile before.
Under the gaze of such a smile, Tang Ji suddenly felt that his breathing was a little difficult. He was still used to seeing her expressionless, but that was wrong. That look in his eyes made people inexplicably panicked. It should be as if she was not there.
His smile made people feel a little friendly and a little distant, unlike now, when his brain suddenly felt a little short-circuited.
When Tang Ji came back to his senses, he found that He Shiling had turned around and returned to her seat.
He took a long breath and calmed down. He realized that he had lost his composure just now. He looked around in the corridor. Fortunately, there were only two of him and Ling Chuyang. His heart dropped and he regained his usual calmness and sunshine.
A smile, this is the correct way for Tang Ji to open his eyes.
Hey, what is Ling Chuyang doing? He glanced at the person next to him and found that that person was still facing the window and looking at the scenery.
Fortunately, Ling Chuyang didn't see it just now, otherwise, this would become his laughing stock this semester.
"Why are you in a daze? Let's go back to the classroom." Ling Chuyang turned around, glanced at Tang Ji, smiled unconsciously, and then walked back to the classroom alone.
Tang Ji was a little surprised to find that he saw Ling Chuyang's smiling side face again. Was he really short-sighted? He blinked and found that the man had returned to his seat before him and hurriedly followed him.