"Help, math representative of your class. Thank you. ”

It wasn't two minutes after the class bell rang, and before Ling Chuyang could go to the corridor to get some air, he heard someone talking by the back door.

I turned around and saw a boy.

His hair was short, barely visible to his scalp, and he was poking his head into the classroom with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.

After seeing him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then, a smile appeared on his face, "Shout, you math representatives, thank you." ”

Ling Chuyang turned his head and didn't make a sound, this person, he knew.

To be exact, I have seen Lin Mochen, the representative of mathematics in the second (6th) class of high school!

In the mathematics office, I once met that the man and He Shiling were sitting side by side, grading the mathematics test papers, talking and laughing, marking the test papers.

"Classmate, help shout, thank you." Lin Mochen's voice sounded by the back door again.

"What's the matter?" Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, and then at the person at the door.

"Call out to the representative of your class math. Thank you. Lin Mochen repeated good-naturedly.

"I ask you, what's the matter? I can't hear you. ”

Ling Chuyang turned his head, his tone was a little impatient, which provoked Tang Jiyuan's exaggerated expression with wide eyes.

"Looking for your math representative." Lin Mochen was a little speechless.

Didn't you say it very clearly, this boy was a little strange, just forget it if he didn't help, glanced at Ling Chuyang, and walked away.

"What's your situation? Who messed with you? ”

Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang, after a Chinese class, his temper grew a lot.

Ling Chuyang didn't make a sound, glanced at Tang Ji, and tilted his head to his left arm.

At the same time, at the front door of the classroom, a voice sounded: "Mathematics representative, someone is looking for it." ”

Tang Ji raised his head and looked around the classroom, but He Shiling did not move.

Yo! Could it be that the representatives of the mathematics department in class 5 have changed again?

Then, I saw that the fire-tempered girl, Ling Chuyang's family members eight hundred years ago, Ling Mengchu, walked up to the podium with light steps, and then walked out of the classroom, and then, I couldn't see it.

Yo? Tang Ji walked out of the classroom and saw Ling Mengchu and the boy greeting each other very familiarly.

"Ershao, I haven't seen you for a long time, what are you doing?"

Two less? That's a good name! Tang Ji repeated, and couldn't help laughing.

"He Shiling, she's not there?" The "second young" wanted to look into the classroom.

"Yes, but, something." was stopped by Ling Mengchu with a smile, "What is this?" What are the exam papers for the winter vacation exam? ”

"Well, we had math in the last class, and I brought it with me." The boy handed a stack of test papers to Ling Mengchu, "I don't seem to have seen the test papers of your section representative." ”

"Got it, thank you, Ershao." A big smile appeared on Ling Mengchu's face, and then, without waiting for the "second youth" to respond, he turned around and went back to the classroom.

"No thanks."

The boy smiled and scratched his head with his hand, responding a little shyly.

Seeing Ling Meng first enter the classroom, he took two steps forward, poked his head into the classroom, and then, with a low smile, walked towards this side.

I still scratched, and I scratched again, and my hair was gone. Tang Ji smiled in his heart, seeing that the "second youth" was coming this way, and hurriedly retreated to the back door of the classroom, but he didn't want to, who he bumped into, and looked back.

Ling Chuyang?

"Aren't you sleeping? Why are you standing here? ”

"It's noisy."

Ling Chuyang pushed Tang Ji away, habitually walked to the window of the corridor, looked at the scenery outside the window, and threw Tang Ji a very handsome background.

In the classroom, it was very lively.

He Shiling sat in her seat and did not move, tilting her head sideways and looking out of the classroom window.

The test paper in Ling Mengchu's hand had been divided by several people.

At this moment, the "drama" that had just been performed before was being staged - several people were waving test papers and shuttling back and forth in the class, the difference was that there was no one on the podium directing, and the classroom was sounding a variety of different responses, "here", "here", "it's me......"

Looking at this scene, Tang Ji suddenly remembered that the ballads of childhood came - lalala, lalala, I am a little expert in selling newspapers......

I didn't feel out loud laughing, walked out of the classroom and stood beside Ling Chuyang, leaning against the windowsill, laughing at these little experts who sold newspapers.

"Hey, that boy just now, do you know?" Tang Ji touched Ling Chuyang beside him.

"I don't know." Ling Chuyang's voice was neither salty nor light as usual.

"Don't know? Then why are you angry? Tang Ji looked at Ling Chuyang beside him, he was looking out the window. On the playground outside the window, there was no one in the playground, "What are you looking at?" What about you? ”

"You've talked a lot today."

Ling Chuyang turned around, glanced at Tang Ji, and then turned his head to continue looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Do I have a lot to say?" Tang Ji couldn't help but reflect, "You're a little abnormal today!" ”

"Ling Chuyang—" A sudden shout came from the classroom.

"Call you." Tang Ji touched the people around him.

The man didn't react as if he hadn't heard.

"Ling Chuyang——, Ling Chuyang, where is it?"

A girl with a high ponytail and two bangs floating down her forehead - Fang Di?

The girl who was going to let them work hard asked the girl who gave them "first" at this moment, standing in the boys' section in the back four rows of the classroom, still holding a few unfinished test papers in her hand.

"——。 here" Tang Ji glanced at Ling Chuyang, who was unresponsive, and waved his hand at the classroom, "The position on the right side of the back door." Thank you. ”

Fang Di glanced at the door, walked over, and put the test paper on the table by the back door.

"Tang Ji, where is Tang Ji?" The girl's voice rang out again in the classroom.

"In-" Before Tang Ji could answer, he heard that someone had already answered for him.

"The location on the left side of the back door."

Whose voice? In the next moment, who did he see?

Isn't she looking out the left window?

When did he come to the back row of the classroom, Tang Ji was dumbfounded for a while.

looked at He Shiling, walked straight to Fang Di, took away his test paper, glanced at it, the corners of his mouth moved, seemed to smile, and put the test paper on the table. The next moment, he picked up Ling Chuyang's test paper on the table again, glanced left and right, turned to the back of the test paper again, looked at it, and put it down.

Then, he saw her, and looked in the direction where they were.

I saw it very clearly, and there was an obvious smile on He Shiling's face.

It's different, the previous plausible chuckle.

Under the gaze of such a smile, Tang Ji suddenly felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

I'm still more accustomed to seeing her expressionless face, and it's not right, that kind of look makes people inexplicably flustered.

It should be a plausible smile, which makes people feel a little kind and a little distant, but not like now, like this - the brain is suddenly a little, short-circuited.

When Tang Ji came back to his senses, he found that He Shiling had turned around and returned to his seat.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down, and found that I had lost my temper just now.

looked around in the corridor, but fortunately, there were only two people, him and Ling Chuyang, and their hearts fell, and they returned to their usual calm and sunny smiles.

This is his Tang Ji, the right way to open it.

Hey, what is Ling Chuyang doing?

I glanced at the person next to me and found that the person was still looking out the window at the scenery.

Fortunately, Ling Chuyang didn't see it just now, otherwise, this would have become his laughing stock this semester.

"What a daze, back to the classroom."

Ling Chuyang turned around, glanced at Tang Ji, smiled unconsciously, and then walked back to the classroom alone.

Is Xiao Yangyang smiling?

Tang Ji blinked, and found that the man had returned to his seat before him, and hurriedly followed.