On the first day of school reporting, they were still the same, introducing themselves, dividing seats, and assigning temporary class cadres. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He Anan was admitted with the third place in the class and was placed in the first row, and at the same table was a young boy with clear eyebrows, named Sun Cong'an.

Taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, Sun Cong'an smiled and turned his head to look at He An'an: "What a coincidence, we all have the word An in our names." ”

Sun Cong'an looks very fair, with big eyes and double eyelids, particularly long eyelashes, and a blink of an eye.

He Anan had a good impression of him, and nodded with a smile.

After school at noon, He Anan and Fan Xuezhi stood in the corridor together and waited for He Fangyao and their class to disband.

He Anan looked at Fan Xuezhi's injured hand, and felt a little headache for him: "Your right hand is injured, how can you take notes in class tomorrow?" Can I write with my left hand? ”

Fan Xuezhi shook his head.

He Anan asked casually, "Then what should you do?" ”

"You can help me write." Fan Xuezhi said it very naturally.

He An'an was stunned for a moment, then she had to write two copies。。。。。。

When He Fangyao came out of the class, he saw He Anan and Fan Xuezhi standing together and chatting enthusiastically.

He Fangyao has known Fan Xuezhi since he was a child, and the two families are diligent in moving around, and there are many opportunities to meet on weekdays, for Fan Xuezhi's little brother, although He Fangyao is not as afraid as He Zongchao, he can't get close.

Fan Xuezhi doesn't like to laugh, he often keeps a straight face when he has nothing to do, and when he says a word to him, he is in a good mood, and he replies, if he is in a bad mood, he ignores it as if he didn't hear it.

Looking at He An'an chatting with the two of him, He Fangyao felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that he was being compared to He An'an again.

He Fangyao hurriedly trotted over, and when he arrived, he called out obediently: "Brother Xiaozhi." ”

Fan Xuezhi was looking at He An'an's obviously deflated face, and he didn't dare to complain, he was secretly happy in his heart, and suddenly heard He Fangyao screaming in such a voice, and suddenly felt a little weak, he quickly turned his head, nodded without thinking, and said as if to hide it: "Why did you come out?" We've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

In fact, he didn't want to train people, but he was in a hurry, and his tone sounded a little rushed.

He Fangyao saw that his hot face was attached to his cold buttocks, and the smile on his face immediately froze on his face, and he didn't know what to say.

After Fan Xuezhi finished speaking, he glanced at He An'an quickly, and seeing that she didn't notice it, he hurriedly turned around and took the lead and walked out: "Let's go." ”

He Fangyao hurriedly followed, and when she walked to He An'an's side, she couldn't help but glare at her secretly, and said in her heart, He An'an has nothing great to do besides being good at looking and studying.

Thinking like this, she became more and more determined that she must study hard, and she couldn't let He Anan throw herself down.

He Fangyao is like a small motor plugged in, rushing into the room every day after school, studying hard, reviewing homework, and being very busy.

He Anan was not idle, Fan Xuezhi's notes were all moved to her desk on the first day of formal class, she had to take her own notes during class, and she had to rush Fan Xuezhi's notes without raising her head or eyes after class, and she had to hand over the notes to Fan Xuezhi before school at night, so that he could take them home for review.

She can't start doing her homework until she gets home from school, and although the first year of junior high school is a breeze for her, the problem is that she can't handle a large amount.

As soon as junior high school started, the teachers of each subject assigned homework like a competition, and the formula was not much, so I sent the paper down first, and let myself go back to find the types of questions I had learned in it and had nothing to do.

After staying up all September, He Anan didn't need to look through his notes for review, it was all in his head.

Although it has only been a long time since the start of school, the classes of the first grade of junior high school have obviously started the learning progress, He An'an's class, the teachers of each subject are like a competition, and they have never been on time after school.

He Fangyao's class got out of school early, and he didn't want to wait for He An'an dryly at school, there was no way, He Jianbin discussed with Fan Laoyi, and the family car was used to pick up He Fangyao, and Fan Xuezhi was responsible for walking with He An'an when he came home from school at night, and sent her home by the way.

He Anan rubbed Fan Xuezhi's car home every day, and there were a little complaints about helping him copy notes before, but now he never mentions it, every day after school, like a little follower, if there is a physical education class in the class, she has to be responsible for helping with the football.

He Anan held the dirty football in both hands and complained in disgust: "Isn't your hand injured?" ”

Fan Xuezhi glanced at her sideways: "The foot is not broken." ”

He Anan pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fan Xuezhi secretly looked at her reluctant little appearance, and his heart was very comfortable.

The pager was not allowed to be worn in the school, and He An'an's brand-new small communicator could only be put away in a drawer.

Zhang Jing didn't pager when he looked for He An'an again, and directly shook the phone over, and the two of them could chat for a long time with a landline for a few miles.

Slowly, He Anan found that Zhang Jing, a little girl, began to change significantly, and she no longer complained about the cold-blooded and ruthless head teacher on the phone, nor did she describe in detail the funny incidents of the classmates around her.

In Zhang Jing's description, He An'an knew that the boy's name was He Yihan, a thin and tall man, who lived alone every day, and in Zhang Jing's words, was as handsome as a walking poplar.

"An An, you don't know, He Yihan is very handsome, I heard their classmates say that he is the representative of the study class in the class, and he usually doesn't like to go out after class, so he immerses himself in the classroom and studies hard, especially excellent, especially excellent, especially 。。。。。。"

"Special recruits are rare!" He Anan wanted to laugh a little when he was praised by Zhang Jing's long slip, and couldn't help but quip.

"Nasty!" Zhang Jing was rarely coquettish, He Anan shrunk his neck, and felt that the hairs on his back stood up.

"Quietly, after all, you can't fall in love!" He Ante is not worried about her, Zhang Jing since graduating from primary school and not being admitted to the third middle school, Zhitian vowed to go to the city's best high school No. 1 middle school, two days ago when Zhang Heng went back to the old house to visit Mr. He, he also boasted, saying that Zhang Jing studied at home, and worked hard to make rolls without raising his head and not opening his eyes.

He Anan was afraid that Zhang Jing would be dazzled by this little flame of youth.

"Oops! What to say you! An An, I found that you are too impure and your thoughts are too complicated! Zhang Jing shouted on the phone: "What do you know!" I call it appreciation! Do you understand? He Yihan is so good, he is my goal, I will catch him first, and then catch up with you, only in this way can I successfully meet you in No. 1 Middle School after three years, and truly embrace the organization. ”

He Anan listened to it funny: "Okay, I will change my name to the organization from tomorrow, and after three years, you can find me quickly and hug me!" ”