The deskmate grabbed Tongtong's sleeve, shook it twice, and turned to look at Zhao Jing in the last row.
How did she know? Tongtong glanced at the tightly pulled sleeves and gently patted his deskmate's arm.
"Huh?" The deskmate turned around with a confused look on his face, "Why?"
"I don't know." Tongtong smiled slightly and pointed to his pulled sleeve.
"Then why are you filming me?" The deskmate curled his lips and looked in the direction of Tongtong's finger, "What's wrong?"
"Pull it down any further and you will pull the buttons off my sleeves."
"Hey," my deskmate smiled sheepishly and loosened his sleeves, "I'm a little excited."
"Excited?"
Tongtong laughed, glanced at Principal Li on the podium, then looked quietly at the last row, glanced at the lively group of students on the left, and leaned against the warm wall.
What’s so exciting!
Be calm!
"Yes." The deskmate took Tongtong's hand again and looked at Tongtong steadily.
"Can you please just stop moving your feet?" Tongtong withdrew his hand.
My deskmate is a bit strange this semester. He always likes to hold her hand or sleeve, maybe.
Tongtong glanced up and down at his deskmate, feeling insecure?
This height and body shape are nothing like it!
Tongtong raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his deskmate.
"What are you looking at?" The two of them laughed in unison.
"You say it first." The two people looked at each other and smiled.
The deskmate grabbed Tongtong's sleeve again and said, "Look how well we understand each other."
"Yes." Tongtong smiled, "There is a good understanding."
I have been sitting here from the first grade to the fourth grade. If I don’t have this tacit understanding anymore, it will be in vain!
Tongtong looked at the pulled sleeves and looked at the bright smiling face of his deskmate: "What did you just want to say?"
"I want to say," the deskmate blinked, turned to glance at Zhao Jing in the last row, and then looked back, "Did Principal Li call the wrong person?"
Huh? Tongtong was startled. Did he call the wrong person?
"Zhao Jing is not the sports committee member, nor is she the entertainment committee member," the deskmate said in a serious tone, "could he be calling you?"
"Call me?" Tongtong couldn't help but was startled again.
What my deskmate said was shocking.
Just as she expressed her agreement with the first half of the sentence, she suddenly said the second half.
She is neither a sports committee member nor an entertainment committee member. The key is, she doesn’t know how to play table tennis!
"That's right." The deskmate shook Tongtong's hand, "You are the squad leader. Naturally, you have to take the lead in such a big event."
Ah? When Tongtong heard the words, he couldn't help being startled again. Ah? When Tongtong heard the words, he couldn't help being startled again.
It's good that she is the monitor, but she can't play table tennis!
The classroom was suddenly noisy.
Tongtong glanced towards the busy classroom, glanced at Zhao Jing in the last row at the rear left, and turned his head away silently.
There may be some truth in what my deskmate said, but this is just the truth of my deskmate.
Didn’t Principal Li finally call Zhao Jing?
Could it be that Teacher Li knows that Zhao Jing can play table tennis?
The thought came up instantly, and Tongtong couldn't help but turn his head and look at Zhao Jing at the back and left again.
That's good, at least there are still people who know how to do it.
Amid the lively discussion, she suddenly heard Principal Li speak clearly again.
"Sit down quietly, classmates, please be quiet."
Sit down? Before Tongtong could think about it, the voice of his deskmate came in.
"What do you mean? Why did you ask Zhao Jing to sit down?" The deskmate said while shaking Tongtong's sleeves, "Didn't you say you were assigning tasks? Why did you ask her to sit down without saying anything?"
Tongtong looked at the shaken sleeves, raised his right hand that was holding his chin, touched his forehead, and patted his deskmate's hand twice: "Can you please stop shaking it? If you shake it again, the buttons will be really tight."
Lost it."
How could she know?
Just talk, why do you always like to pull her sleeves?
"Hey." My deskmate let go and pulled the hair that had just reached her ears. "If it falls off, go home and let my mother sew it up for you."
"Tch." Tongtong snorted, "By the time I get to your house, I'll be home already."
"Hey," the classmate laughed and moved closer to Tongtong, "Look, the head teacher is looking out the window or something?"
Huh? Tongtong blinked, glanced at his deskmate, and then toward the podium.
Haha, I only saw a third of the profile of the young and handsome head teacher.
Deserting?
In front of Principal Li?
This is so disrespectful to Principal Li!
No matter, anyway, they usually don't save much face for the class teacher.
The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Ahem, the talent is better than the skill.
Tongtong glanced at the class teacher, raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned against the warm wall on the right, and said casually: "I don't know."
Or are you giving Principal Li ample stage space?
He himself is a transparent and invisible person? How about such a huge behemoth?
If that were the case, it would be better to stand at the back of the classroom!
Tongtong blinked, looked around the classroom, looked back, and looked towards his deskmate, but inadvertently saw Principal Li's gaze that seemed to be looking here.
Are you looking at her?
When Tongtong adjusted his gaze to look towards Principal Li, he found that Principal Li was looking toward the left rear of the classroom.
Rear left?
Haha, that was the position of Zhao Jing who had just stood up. She had just seen it wrong.
Tongtong couldn't help but look to the left and rear.
"Why are you sitting down?" "Teacher Li, who is going to be called next?" "Yes, Teacher Li, please hurry up."
The classroom instantly became excited again.
Tongtong's mouth twitched, he turned his head and leaned against the warm wall.
Looking at the lively crowd in the room, she couldn't help but blink her eyes and poked her deskmate who was pulling her sleeve: "Can you play table tennis?"
"Ah?" My deskmate stared, turned around, and shook his head, "Don't you know if I know it?"
"I don't know." Tongtong curled his lips, looked over his deskmate's head, and looked into the classroom twice more, "Maybe you have some special skills."
"Me?" The deskmate laughed, shook his shoulders in an exaggerated way, and squeezed Tongtong's hand, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts!" Tongtong whispered, "What are you doing?"
"It hurts, which means you are still awake." The classmate let go of his hand, "How can I play table tennis? It's not like you don't know that I hate physical education class."
Tongtong curled her lips, she knew this.
However, the lively crowd in this classroom made her feel that she had an illusion.
As far as she knew, no one in the class seemed to know how to play table tennis. What was going on with the sudden excitement?
Tongtong couldn't help but raise his hands to support his chin, looked around, his eyes fell on the bright smiling face of his deskmate, and he asked casually:
"Do you know how many people in the class can play table tennis?"
When my deskmate heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face.