What a remark in the morning made Zhuang Wenche entangled all morning, and when he returned to the dormitory, he was still practicing how to keep his voice down.

"Okay, it's normal, others just talk about it, and it's not okay to take you seriously." Lu Qinglin, who followed him all the way, really couldn't stand it.

If He Yang hadn't gone to school, he might have been able to help him alleviate half of his pain.

"Am I talking loudly like this?" Zhuang Wenche suddenly leaned over and said coldly in Lu Qinglin's ear, which frightened Lu Qinglin and jumped out a meter away.

"Your uncle, you want to scare me to death, can you be normal!"

Seeing Lu Qinglin looking at him with disgust, he was going to let this poor child go, snatched his meal card and rushed into the cafeteria.

Although it has been a month since the car accident, Zhuang Wenche is still not very used to the fact that he can't play nonsense like this so far.

In just a few steps, Lu Qinglin overtook him and grabbed the meal card.

This time, the first year of high school recruited 200 more people than in previous years, and the small canteen was instantly packed.

"Hey, there is no day student in this high school year, why are there so many people!"

Lu Qinglin looked at Zhuang Wenche, who was late, and then looked at the canteen where it was all people, and the whole person was not good.

"With so many people, can we still eat?"

Zhuang Wenche said, looked around, and sure enough, the expressions of the sophomores and seniors wearing school uniforms were all the same.

"Let's go, let's row, we have to move books in the afternoon, in the second class of Wen, we are scarce resources." Lu Qinglin lined up his shoulders, and then pulled him over to line up.

After queuing for nearly twenty minutes, he could finally see some flames of hope, Zhuang Wenche looked at those at the back of the line on tiptoe with a happy face.

Turning around, his eyes suddenly fell on He Xiang, who was three meters away.

He seems to be carrying a schoolbag, that schoolbag is a bit big for her, a well-behaved school uniform, thrown in the crowd, especially in a school where everyone wears the same school uniform, it will not leave any impact on people at all, but at this moment her appearance inexplicably looks a little "eye-catching".

He tiptoed again, trying to see what he seemed to be doing, even if he knew that he had come to the cafeteria for the purpose of eating.

All that caught his eye was He seemed to ask for a bowl of porridge for two yuan, turned away, chose an inconspicuous position to sit down, and began to send the porridge to his mouth spoonful by spoonful.

"It's time to eat, what are you looking at!"

Lu Qinglin poked him, and he realized that it was already him, but it was only a few seconds for him to eat, and when he turned back, he seemed to have turned around and left with the empty bowl he had drunk.

The chopsticks had already added air several times, and he didn't even taste what the food in the cafeteria tasted like today.

"How are you suddenly? Scolding myself for being autistic? ”

"Fuck off!" Zhuang Wenche gave Lu Qinglin a standard white eye, "Will you go to the commissary later?" ”

"Don't you eat all the food in the commissary, why don't you eat snacks and run there?"

"Did I say I wouldn't snack?"

"Or else?"

"You heard me wrong."

Lu Qinglin gasped, "What the hell is wrong with you today?" ”

The school kiosk was also crowded, and after another century of torment, I bought some potato chips, biscuits, milk and many other small snacks.

"What's wrong with you today, don't you skip snacks?"

Zhuang Wenche looked at him, in fact, he couldn't say it himself, so he thought about buying it first.

As soon as he went in the afternoon, Zhuang Wenche took out his snacks and distributed them to the people around him.

"You don't eat ......"

He Yang took the snack, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhuang Wenche, "Don't eat snacks, you want to lose weight, right, I don't lose weight, right." ”

"What's that? What are you talking about? ”

"It's not enough, I'll give you two more packs of spicy strips to keep your mouth tight."

After speaking, he put some snacks on the table.

He seemed to glance at the snacks on the table, and then at Zhuang Wenche.

"Eat, I've divided a lot of people."

He seemed to pick up the snacks on the table and opened them and finished eating.

"She looks hungry." Zhuang Wenche thought to himself and handed over another bag of biscuits.

In the afternoon, when the books were moved, the only eight boys and some girls went to the basement to move the books, order the books and move the books, which took more than an hour to complete.

He seems to be one of the few girls who have been drawn to not have to go down to carry books, they are responsible for cleaning and other tasks.

When Zhuang Wenche came back, he saw that He seemed to be sleeping on his stomach on the table, and the sun was a little big, so he went over to help close the curtains.

But this doesn't seem to have any effect, after moving the book back, the class returned to the "loud" appearance, so noisy environment, how it didn't seem to wake up in a minute.

"The books were moved back?"

"Well, the teacher will come in a while to organize the distribution of books."

The whole classroom was in disarray, and he saw how he got up and sat down, with a brand new notebook on the desk, a pen in his right hand, and both hands on the desk.

With his eyes fixed on his notebook, he sat quietly, without speaking, without any interference from the outside world, as if he was out of step with the whole world.

It wasn't until the time of the book was sent that He seemed to get up and bypass Zhuang Wenche and walk to the front.

Zhuang Wenche sat in his seat, took the books handed over and over again, divided them between him and He Xiang, a total of forty-one books, he counted them back and forth three or four times, and divided the textbook and the books that could never be used into two stacks.

It didn't take half an hour to send out the book, but Zhuang Wenche felt like a century had passed there.

"What's the afternoon class?"

He looked up at what was walking by.

"I'll take a look." She said.

"Politics, Geography."

Zhuang Wenche fell back when he heard the sound, his fingers tapping back and forth on the table regularly, like a lullaby.

He seemed to return the same way, bypassed him and sat back in his place, looked at the books that had been divided, and said, "Thank you." ”

"Hahahaha, no thanks, no thanks. I'm really curious why you study literature? Last semester, I specifically inquired about those people who studied literature, but not you. ”

"I have my own reasons."

Zhuang Wenche shrugged his shoulders, today is the second time to ask, to be honest, if the other party is unwilling to say, he is naturally embarrassed to ask again.

The fan squeaked overhead, maybe it rained a little more during the summer vacation, and the weather in September was still very hot.

Zhuang Wenche played with the globe on the table, thinking back to what the teacher had said in the past two days, and occasionally couldn't remember some of it, so he took out the book and looked at it.

He seemed to be still looking down and brushing her math problems, probably because of the text, she was a little uncomfortable with this class.

"You're about to brush up on math problems for the afternoon, why don't you change them?" Zhuang Wenche put the globe on the empty table behind him, and took out the political book from his desk pocket and put it on the table.

He seemed to be working on the sketchbook with a sudden pause, but still did not say anything, and after a short pause, continued her calculations.

"Don't turn your back on politics or whatever? No, I can tell you about it. After saying that, he still didn't react for a while, he felt half of his body stiffen for a while, and he couldn't figure out why he was suddenly so positive.

"No need."

After waiting for a long time to receive the cold three words, he was a little embarrassed, but he still asked again uncontrollably:

"Really?"