Xia Yang smiled and turned the pen in his hand twice more, then pointed at the little fat man, "Then you can play by yourself for a while. I have something to do, so don't disturb me."
The little fat man was suffocated for a moment: "Brother Yang, I..."
"stop!"
Xia Yang raised his hand to stop what the little fat man wanted to say, "Let's talk after I finish my work. You can play by yourself for a while, or read a book in advance."
The little fat man held his mouth shut and didn't want to speak anymore.
"Oh, by the way," Xia Yang glanced at the little fat man again, "When the books are distributed later, if you go to pick them up yourself, you can pick them up for me. Don't call me. If you don't pick them up, you can pick them up for me.
, I’m really going to be busy.”
After saying that, he sat up straight, stopped the pen spinning in his hand, and reached out to wipe the empty notebook in front of him.
"All right."
The little fat man looked at Xia Yang, blinked his eyes, and held back a sentence for a long time, "I understand, then you go ahead and get busy."
He originally thought that after he said this, Xia Yang would look at him. However, after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Xia Yang turn his head to look at him, so he turned his head angrily and lay on the table to watch.
He stared at the empty tabletop in front of him.
After being dazed for a while, I felt really bored, so I took a pencil and poked the back of the classmate in front of me. As soon as I picked up the pencil, I remembered what Xia Yang had just said, so I put the pencil down again.
What is Xia Yang busy with?
The little fat man turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, only to see Xia Yang with a serious look on his face, writing furiously in his notebook.
Good guy, Xia Yang is indeed different!
School had just started, and Xia Yang was already busy.
What is this written about?
The little fat man couldn't help but leaned towards Xia Yang, and the densely packed characters came into view.
I'll go, it won't be a love letter, right?!
The little fat man had a flash of inspiration, an idea came to his mind, and he looked towards Xia Yang steadily.
After not seeing each other for a winter vacation, did this kid Xia Yang get enlightened?
He remembered that before the winter vacation, he tried every means to remind Xia Yang that the mathematics representative was with him, looking at him again, and glanced at him twice.
Xia Yang seemed not to hear it and didn't care at all!
What's the situation now?
Got someone you like? Have you started writing love letters?
The little fat man blinked his eyes and looked at the book full of words in front of Xia Yang. Before he could clearly see what was written on it, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm.
"hiss!"
The little fat man turned his head and looked over, holding back the words he almost blurted out, "Who the hell is looking for S like that and actually pinches him?"
Xia Yang just told him specifically not to disturb him, he would be busy for a while.
He had already promised, so naturally he couldn't speak in a low voice now, so as not to disturb Xia Yang's interest in writing a love letter.
He is not someone who breaks his word!
The little fat man glanced at the boy who turned in front of him, squeezed his lips and remained silent.
"Well, what's your expression..."
Before the boy in the front row finished speaking, he was stopped by the fat man.
"Shh!" The little fat man made a gesture to silence the boy in the front row, and waved to him again and again.
"you……"
The boy in the front row was startled for a moment, then laughed again, raised his hand and hit the little fat man, "Why are you shushing..."
The little fat man pursed his lips, glanced at Xia Yang, winked at the boy in the front row, and said in an almost colloquial voice: "Stop talking, Brother Yang is writing something."
"ah?"
The boy in the front row opened his eyes wide, glanced at the fat man, and then looked in the direction the fat man was looking. In an instant, his eyes widened.
After a moment, he looked at the little fat man with a very surprised expression, opened his mouth, and whispered: "What?"
"Keep your voice down, don't disturb him." The little fat man shook his head, looked at the boys in the front row, and waved his hand, "I don't know, go and do your own thing, don't disturb us."
The boy in the front row pursed his lips and turned his head. In an instant, he turned his head again and saw that the little fat man had lied down on the table and pretended to sleep, so he turned his head again.
His deskmate smiled, glanced at him, and waved.
The boy in the front row rolled his eyes at his deskmate, turned his head away, and inadvertently saw the squad leader and his group walking in from the front door with a stack of books in their arms.
In an instant, he collapsed on the table as if he had lost weight.
Forget it, the little fat guy is already pretending to sleep, so he should pretend to be asleep. Anyway, the results haven't been announced yet.
In everyone's eyes, he is still an underachiever just like the little fat man!
Underachievers should look like underachievers and just pretend to be asleep after class.
My deskmate couldn't help but smile, put his arms on the table, and turned his head to the wall.
Time passed quietly as the books were handed out and the three of them pretended to sleep.
By the time Xia Yang put down his pen, the books had been distributed.
The handed out books were neatly arranged by the little fat man on the desk in front of him.
Xia Yang put down his pen, closed the notebook, and when he was about to stand up, he found the fat man lying on the table staring at him in a pretend sleep.
"What are you looking at?"
Xia Yang smiled, picked up the book, shook it, and patted the little fat man on the arm, "If you have time to stare at me, why not read a book."
"ah?"
The little fat man was slightly startled, then nodded.
Xia Yang smiled slightly, stretched out his long legs, stepped over the bench, and walked towards the back door.
"Why!"
Before the little fat man finished speaking, Xia Yang had already walked out of the back door of the classroom.
Really, why did you go out? He hasn't finished speaking yet.
The little fat man looked towards the back door of the classroom angrily. The back door was empty, and there was no trace of Xia Yang anywhere.
This speed is inevitably a bit too fast.
Send it away as soon as you finish writing it!
He didn't even have time to read what was written.
The little fat man blinked his eyes, lying on the table and staring at the back door of the classroom in a daze.
Suddenly I remembered something. This love letter was not written on good-looking stationery. Instead, I just found an exercise book and started writing it?
Xia Yang is so careless?
So, can this love letter be sent out? Don’t girls care about it?
It’s so heartbreaking!
It seems that Xia Yang still lacks him!
Next time, when he sends a love letter, he must remind Xia Yang not to be so impatient and to make some nice decorations!
Thinking of this, the little fat man couldn't help but want to grab his hair. When he raised his hand, he found that his grasp was empty, and then he thought, he just shaved yesterday, oh no, he just got a haircut.
I just forgot to see if Xia Yang had a haircut.
They agreed last semester to have their hair cut once a month!
Forget it, let's wait until Xia Yang comes back.
The hand that the little fat man was about to grab his hair gently patted his thin face.
He has become thinner. I wonder if Xia Yang has noticed it and will remind him later.
Hehe, the little fat man couldn't help but laugh in his heart, Xia Yang was really his lucky star.
Then he should also remind Xia Yang and make Xia Yang's "love letter" the icing on the cake.
When he was about to turn his head, he suddenly felt a flash of someone in front of him, and he quickly raised his head to look.