Xia Yang couldn't help being stunned and looked at the two boys in the front row.
He actually called him Brother Yang???
Is he familiar with those two people? It seems like they haven’t even exchanged three words with each other so far!
"Yes!"
The little fat man's smiling voice came over without hesitation, "This is my Brother Yang!"
Xia Yang looked over at the little fat man, and happened to see his chubby little hands with their fingers together and stretched out towards him. The nails were neatly trimmed!
Thinking of the various sleeping positions of the little fat man before, as well as the runny nose that came in every time he fell asleep, Xia Yang couldn't help but look at the little fat man's face again.
What catches the eye is that fat, white face that looks like it’s smiling whether it’s smiling or not!
The narrowed eyes were looking towards him. Xia Yang was startled for a moment, squeezed out a smile, and leaned against the wall.
Forget it, let the little fat man go!
"Oh!" The boy on the left in the front row glanced at the little fat man, then at Xia Yang, with a surprised expression on his face, and finally turned his attention to the boy at the same table.
See what he does?
The boy at the same table wanted to scratch his head out of habit. After thinking about it, his raised hand stopped on the pile of books in front of Xia Yang, and he couldn't help but be startled.
Hey, this book is newer than his!
He couldn't help but look at Xia Yang again.
The boy on the left in the front row looked at the boy at the same table, blinked, and looked at Xia Yang.
Look at him? Ha! What’s there to see?
Xia Yang's eyes turned back and forth twice on the two boys in the front row, and then fell on the hands of the boy in front.
Oh, it was actually put in his book??
"What?" Xia Yang blurted out, "Don't you have a textbook?"
"Haha," the boy in the front row chuckled, "Yes, Brother Yang."
Then, he retracted his hand.
Brother Yang? Xia Yang couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth, calling him brother again?
Does he look like his brother?
Brother? Inexplicably, Xia Tian's cheerful face appeared in his mind, ha!
He is completely different from Xia Tian!
"Okay, okay, you two can go ahead and play your own game. Brother Yang and I still have something to talk about."
The little fat man waved to the two boys in the front row.
The two boys in the front row looked at the little fat man, looked at each other, smiled, and turned their heads one after another.
So obedient? Xia Yang looked at the two people who turned around silently, and couldn't help but wonder. The little fat man is very familiar with these two people?
"Do you know each other?"
Xia Yang pointed to the two boys in the front row and looked at the little fat man.
Could it be an alumnus?
"We know each other," the little fat man blurted out. "We happened to walk by each other when we went home and we walked together a few times."
Xia Yang:......
Is this okay?
He and Xia Tian had walked together three or four times. Xia Tian seemed to have never listened to his words. He kept talking along the way, which made him tired. The next day, he got up earlier in the morning and went out, and went home after school in the evening.
I left late on purpose.
"Hehe," the little fat man smiled, "Actually, that's not the point."
Xia Yang glanced at the fat man and looked away.
He finally noticed that the little fat man was ready to continue chatting.
He seems to have a little understanding of the little fat man!
"The point is, the two of them and I were classmates in the past," the little fat man chuckled, "When I was still very prosperous, they were in the same class as me!"
Xia Yang suddenly felt a little messy!
Damn it, this little fat guy is really teasing him?
Forget it, he didn't bother to ask.
Whether it was the two boys in the front row, the math class representative in the middle, or the high-scoring students from the elite classes he met in the corridor before, they had nothing to do with him!
What he has to do is, from now on, he will never sleep again!
Hey, when I think about going to bed and what the teacher said in class, I can't help but feel worried again.
If you want to improve your academic performance, just not sleeping alone won’t solve the problem!
There are not many people he is familiar with around here, not to mention that everyone in this circle is about the same as him. They are all about the same as him, and they are all at the bottom!
Thinking of this, Xia Yang's hand that was leaning against the wall couldn't help but shake again.
Just looking at geography doesn't seem to help.
He had to think carefully. The midterm exam was coming up in one and a half months. He couldn't be in the bottom three or four during the midterm exam, right?
Xia Yang couldn't help but frown.
"But later, we were divided into classes. In fourth grade, we were no longer in the same class."
The little fat man's voice came again.
Xia Yang stared at a pile of brand new textbooks in front of him, looking at it again and again, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
"Later, those boys in the fourth grade started asking me to play ball."
Xia Yang didn't respond, still staring at the textbook in front of him in a daze.
The fact that he can't play football has nothing to do with him. Now he only thinks about how to improve his performance. Which one should he start with? How should he start?
The time at forty-five is limited, but the more homework I learn, the more I learn, and there is not a lot of it in a day!
"You know what?" The little fat man came over and hissed, "Those little bastards actually made a bunch of snacks and put them next to them."
What? Is there such a good thing? Xia Yang couldn't help but turn his head and look at the little fat man. Seeing the little fat man's chubby little face, he thought of the sugar coating the little fat man mentioned before.
He couldn't help but nodded.
It was indeed sugar-coated. You can tell by looking at the little fat guy’s figure that he must have eaten a lot at that time!
"I just watched them play and be cool every day. From the basketball court to the football field, they were playing and kicking, and I was holding hot sticks and drinking Coke to cheer them on. In the blink of an eye, the fourth grade was over."
Xia Yang glanced at the little fat man and said nothing.
"My weight has increased a lot, but my grades have dropped a lot. I was assigned to the first class in fifth grade. As a result, I successfully squeezed into the most ordinary class."
I'll go! Xia Yang couldn't help but his eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the little fat man, with a trace of doubt and a little sympathy in his eyes.
What does this have to do with other people’s snacks?
It's obvious that he has poor self-discipline. If it were him, he wouldn't eat snacks and watch them play. He would finish eating first and then go for a walk on the court to relieve his appetite.
How could he be like the little fat guy who just eats snacks and doesn't exercise so honestly!
"You know the ordinary class later," the little fat man sighed heavily, "you know, the teacher is definitely different from the good class. If you like it, you can write it. If you don't, you can write it, and if you don't like it, just don't write it.
"
Huh? Xia Yang's eyes trembled.
He really doesn’t understand! He has never met such a teacher before!
Just because he was not a junior student at that time!
Besides, the current head teacher, Teacher Chen, seems to be different from the little fat guy. He stares at the department representative every day to ask for homework.
Although he did not turn in homework for some time, it was only once or twice every once in a while.
Little Fatty, this has been a habit for a long time and it is difficult to change?
"Later, when the sixth grade was divided into classes, it was naturally a general class. In such a general class, our teachers also euphemistically called it comprehensive education, promoting moral, intellectual, physical, artistic, and physical education, and common development."
After the little fat man finished speaking, he looked at Xia Yang.
Xia Yang couldn't help but look up and down at Xiaopang, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.
This little fat guy with this figure can develop his body, art and work together?