Zhao Yingran came to the classroom, glanced at the students around who were not familiar with it, and couldn't even call their names, pouted and sat down, thinking that going to school was really boring, repeating classes and leaving school, and then watching spring go to autumn, it was really boring.

Zhao Yingran sat on the stool, ignoring the noisy classroom, looking at the scenery outside the window and the jujube tree, thinking about growing up quickly, how good it would be to grow up, you can earn your own money, buy whatever you want, and be brave to say it when you meet someone you like, which is like there are all kinds of things bothering you now, not mentioning the knowledge of books and learning, but interpersonal communication is an annoying word.

Many times people tend to be limited to the world in front of them, thinking that what they see is real, but they are not.

Many years later, in the autumn rain, Zhao Yingran realized that growing up was really a painful thing, and nothing could buy him back to be young.

Zhao Yingran didn't think for long, and her thoughts were scattered by a tight class bell. When I came back to my senses, I found that everyone had all entered the classroom, and this "everyone" was mainly Wen Shaohua and Yuan Tian;

Of course, there should be Lin Xiaoni, but she was late again.

The head teacher stared at Lin Xiaoni, who was panting with her schoolbag, and her expression was very unkind, and the latter hurriedly bowed and said, "I'll go to the penalty station for ten minutes first." As he spoke, he stood outside the classroom door, and the head teacher rolled his eyes for a while, thinking that it was really rotten wood that could not be carved!

Zhao Yingran has seen Lin Xiaoni's style of acting, but some people have not seen it.

For example, Wenyu.

At this time, she looked at Lin Xiaoni with admiration, shaking her arms and carrying the back of her schoolbag, with a look of envy, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the early years, Wen Yu was in the same school as Zhao Yingran and Lin Xiaoni, but the latter two didn't know her, she was just an unknown student. Generally speaking, unknown students are either good students or do not have any special features, resulting in a very ethereal impression of such people by classmates. Wenyu doesn't belong to these two, she belongs to the average academic performance, she is not a good student, and there is nothing special about it, and she is very well-behaved - this is one of the reasons why some people in the school are not famous, most of them are still girls.

Although they are not in the same class, at that time, Zhao Yingran and Lin Xiaoni's names had already spread far away - one is usually gentle like water, but anyone dares to beat him when he starts crazy; a boyfriend who is timid, but acts exaggeratedly, and always has his own boyfriend; in short, he has good academic performance, and he is not a so-called good student, which is the reason why good students envy bad students, why are you so playful and eclectic about everything, but why do you have good academic performance?

The head teacher ignored the students' different expressions and began to plan for the new semester: "First of all, it is to change the seats. ”

"Although I advocate that boys and boys sit and girls and girls sit, but look at what you are like now?" said the head teacher bitterly, first knowing the reason, moving with emotion, and then stimulating the students' interest in learning, and finally concluded: "Three years, only three years, this is the last stage for you to grasp your destiny, I hope everyone will persevere in their efforts and never forget their original intentions!"

Then she distributed the students' seats.

Lin Xiaoni lay outside the door and inquired about the situation in the classroom, squeezing her eyebrows at Zhao Yingran, provoking Zhao Yingran to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. The head teacher Liu raised his eyes, stretched out his finger to Lin Xiaoni and said, "Get in for me, sit next to Yuan Tian!" said and pointed to Wen Shaohua and said, "You sit next to Zhao Yingran!"

The three people who were ordered were stunned for a moment, and at the same time thought that it wouldn't be, right?

Feng Que was originally sitting with a female classmate, but when he heard this, he laughed happily, and the head teacher pointed at him and said, "You sit in the first row for me." Then he couldn't laugh.

The people who were ordered stood up silently, packed up their books, said goodbye to their original tablemates, and then ran to the target, and the boys had smiles on their faces like blooming trumpet flowers. Just kidding, can you be unhappy with a female classmate at the same table?

But there are also some people who are unhappy, such as the female classmate who the boy changed to at the same table is not so good-looking, or Wen Shaohua wants to sit with Zhao Yingran.

Of course, it's just that his face doesn't look very reluctant, and others don't know what he thinks in his heart.

Moreover, he was slow to move.

The head teacher squinted his eyes and asked, "Wen Shaohua, why don't you move?"

Wen Shaohua didn't know what to say, but he felt that it was very shameless to stand up like this, so he chose to resist.

"Teacher, I don't want to be at the same table with her. Wen Shaohua finally made an excuse, but regretted it as soon as he said it.

At this time, Zhao Yingran also shot back: "Teacher, I don't want to sit with him either." ”

"Huh?" the teacher's tone was high, Wen Shaohua's face looked better, he thought to himself that this was good, at least not so obvious.

Generally speaking, students clearly express their hobbies or habits, or change seats and don't want to sit with anyone, as a class teacher, they will not do what they want, this is the theorem - you don't want to do something, I just let you do it, you know that these so-called habits may become your weaknesses in the future. Whether it is a class teacher or a parent, they will raise their children in this way. You don't like vegetables, so I'll let you eat them, because I'm doing it for your own good.

Wen Shaohua heard the "um" questioned by the head teacher, and he knew the following text, and he must have forced himself to go.

Sure enough, the head teacher said coldly: "Why don't you sit with her? If you have a grudge, then you must sit with her!"

As he spoke, he said to Zhao Yingran: "If he bullies you, tell me." ”

Zhao Yiran didn't know what to say when she heard this.

Wen Shaohua snorted coldly, stood up with his schoolbag, walked to Zhao Yingran's desk, didn't look at the latter, and sat down casually.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was just right, the breeze was swaying, the willow trees were raising their leaves and fluttering in the wind, and the two people were only 0.5 meters apart, but they were both violent, surging, and their hearts were constantly beating.

Although Feng Que sat in the first row, he looked back at the two of them and smiled very happily, but he didn't dare to speak again.

Yuan Tian and Lin Xiaoni sat together, the former looked at the two without speaking, and the latter looked at them and laughed happily.

After arranging the seating problem and the subsequent selection of majors, the class teacher left in a hurry and handed over the classroom to the teacher.

This class is Chinese, and the Chinese teacher is a male teacher with glasses.

He stood on the podium and talked about some of the key points of high school knowledge and the learning methods he summarized, and finally left everyone with a residual poem, and then said: "The most important thing in Chinese class is writing, and writing plays a very important role in your grades and in the future after entering the society, and you will know it later." Tomorrow morning there is a class of mine, I ask you to write the last two lines of this residual poem to me, of course, this poem is written by me, you play by yourself, the structure of the poem does not have to be restrained, you can also not rhyme, only ask for God, God is tangible, I hope you will give me a surprise tomorrow. Not long after finishing speaking, the class ended, and the students in a classroom were dumbfounded, thinking that they still need to write poems in high school Chinese?

Many people want to cry without tears, but they can't at all, how to write?

Zhao Yingran and Wen Shaohua sat together, and after class, they didn't bother to go out, and neither of them spoke, so they each lay on the table silently, as if they were seriously studying poetry.

Lin Xiaoni took the poem left by the Chinese teacher just now to Zhao Yingran's side, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yingran turned her back to Wen Shaohua and said to Lin Xiaoni, "What's the matter?"

Lin Xiaoni said: "My language is relatively poor, aren't you very good? I remember that when we used to go out to play, you would write two lyrical sentences from time to time, and this matter will be handed over to you." As he spoke, he touched his chin and put the poems written in the notebook on Zhao Yingran's desk, and slipped out of the classroom despite Zhao Yingran's objections.

Zhao Yingran took Lin Xiaoni's notebook and thought that the poem was good, but what kind of words were written?

Thinking of this, she glanced at Wen Shaohua out of the corner of her eye, and saw that the other party was talking to Feng Que, Feng Que suddenly saw Zhao Yingran looking over here, and naturally greeted her, Zhao Yingran quickly turned her head.

Wen Shaohua moved his neck, and then continued to talk to Feng Que.

"Why don't you write it yourself?"

"No!"

"How much?"

"One hundred!"

"Deal!"

In the end, Feng Que concluded: "You are good at language, and it is finally a little useful." ”