Is it so similar?

Yan An climbed on the edge of the wall, his eyes colliding with a boy covering his head on the lawn.

Fortunately, this person is not like Zhu Yu's evil god who doesn't seem to get along well. This one had a small flat head, and a head looked like a skinned egg. It is not accurate to say that it is an egg, in the bright sunlight, this person's skin is so white that it seems to be overexposed, and his eyes are pierced so that he can't open them, as if two slits have been split on a rice ball.

Yan An made a boo gesture and jumped down in the other party's surprised eyes.

"I'm sorry, is there a ......" Yan An's words were stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it.

Don't! She didn't make people cry, did she? Look at this red eye.

The other party returned her documents to her and didn't say anything.

Yan An chased after him and apologized.

"I didn't cry because of you. ”

The other party rubbed his face, the flesh of his cheeks overflowed from his fingers, and tears rolled out. This looks quite thin, how can there be so much meat on his face, like a glutinous rice ball inserted into a matchstick, and the glutinous rice ball is still exposed.

"That ......" Yan An was embarrassed, he wanted to walk but it was difficult to walk, and he couldn't find a tissue in his pocket.

She kind of understood what kind of mood she felt when she cried at the front and back tables.

"Why do you say someone is so hateful!"

"Hmm......" Yan An's steps paused.

"I just don't want to help her cheat......"

For a moment, Yan An thought he was talking about herself.

"My family still hasn't bought a washing machine, and my clothes are all hand-washed by my grandmother...... I don't know how long to wash......"

Tang Yuan cried again. Yan An also noticed that there were many ink strokes on the back of his school uniform. Obviously, it was supposed that the person at his back table wanted him to help cheat, and he refused, so he cut his clothes like this.

It's a bit miserable indeed.

Yan An was embarrassed, feeling that it was a problem for him to leave at this moment. The sobbing sound next to him still didn't stop, Yan An thought that he had lived two lives, and he had never seen a boy cry like this.

"Don't you have to go back to class?" tentatively, Yan An reminded.

"I've already handed in my class exam. ”

Look at how capricious you are.

"Which class are you?" asked Yan An. Which class of students can still submit the paper in advance for the in-class test?

"One class. ”

Oh, and it's no wonder that one shift. Wait, a class?

"Is it a freshman class in high school?"

It is estimated that Yan An's expression was too strange, Tang Yuan stopped crying and turned to look at her, and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Peng Tiantian, you probably don't know each other. ”

The school bulletin board still pastes the ranking list of the final exams of last semester, Yan An has to go to see it several times every day when he passes by, and the name Peng Tiantian is properly written in the second position of the grade.

Yan An has always felt that the top students in the high school are all immortals who float in the sky and do not eat the fireworks of the world, and now she is really surprised by such a down-to-earth atmosphere. She thought that it was rare for a top student to have similar troubles as her.

"It's time to get out of class. Yan An took the lead in walking towards the teaching building, and Tang Yuan followed her slowly, repeating the problem of ink stains on the school uniform in a low voice.

Yan An stopped, and the person behind her crashed into her before she could do so, and she was in a dull pain.

The other party asked aggrievedly, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

Yan An turned around, tugged at his clothes, and asked, "Peng Tiantian, are you interested in working part-time?"

When he returned to the classroom, Yan An happened to bump into Zhu Yu, who was surrounded by a bunch of people, at the door of the classroom. Zhu Yu glued that half-awake look to her face from the moment he saw her, and looked back at her after walking for a while, as if he wanted to twist his head to a position of one hundred and eighty degrees.

Yan An was terrified, silently calculating whether he had offended him.

During class, Zhu Yu came back, holding a full version of AD calcium milk in his hand, inserting a whole row of straws, which looked quite spectacular. The man's eyelids drooped, covering half of the small black eyes, and asked her with a solemn murderous aura, "What kind of eyes are you?"

"You drink so much ......"

"You know what!" the man said to her as he drank his milk, and his breath entered the bottle, making a gurgling sound. "I don't have time to exercise and I often stay up late to affect my growth, so I can only rely on food. ”

"Is it useful?" Yan An asked sincerely.

"What do you think?"

"I didn't see it growing taller, but I gained a lot of weight. ”

Yan An didn't know which tendon he was wrong with, and he could tell the truth from the bottom of his heart. The consequence of being too honest is that the cold-faced god next to her didn't talk to her all day. Yan An knew that he was wrong, and he also found an excuse to borrow a pen and an eraser from him to ease the atmosphere, but he kept holding his hands and looking at the blackboard with a straight face, not dozing off or stealing snacks, and surprised the teachers who came to class enough.

When school was about to end, the god handed over a note, the words on it seemed to be written by someone with Parkinson's, Yan An stared at it for a long time and didn't recognize it all, and finally circled the words he didn't know and handed him back. She naively thought that the other party would explain it to her. As a result, the note marked pinyin was handed over again.

Yan An: ......

Now she understood, and the evil god asked her to send him a text message for the homework answers at night.

"It's ......inconvenient for me to use my mobile phone at home," Yan An said honestly. The fact that she has a mobile phone must not be known to the people in the family.

The evil god still wrote a string of numbers, Yan An glanced at it a few times, and tore up the note and put it in his pocket. When she looked up, she was staring at her, and her eyes were only slit. Yan An instantly blessed his soul, and swore that he spoke:

"I remember, really. ”

As soon as the school bell rang, he left in a daze. Yan An looked at the mess on the table and the schoolbag with the zipper wide open, and thought suspiciously, if you don't bring your homework, what answer do you want?

The glass in front of her was knocked, Yan An looked up, and saw Tang Yuan standing outside their class and waving to her.

"Are you serious about what you said before?"

Tang Yuan walked side by side with her on the tree-lined path of the campus, asking questions very tangledly.

"Of course, you can consult the current tutoring agency, and it will be charged according to the current price of single tutoring. How about an hour after school every day and another weekend?"

Tang Yuan clenched his hand full of collagen and said, "You don't need so much, you just give it appropriately." ”

"Okay, do you want to settle daily or weekly?"

"It's okay, but ......" Tang Yuan wrinkled his face into a bun and asked: "I want to give you make-up classes every day after school, will the teachers and classmates in the school think that I am in early love?"

Yan An: ......

"I've got all the excuses in mind. Yan An said: "Anyway, as long as the teachers and parents are okay, I don't really care about how the students pass it on." ”

"But you're a girl, wouldn't that be bad for your reputation?"

Yan An pursed his lips calmly and said, "My reputation has long been ruined. ”