139 uninvited guests

Looking at the mess in the classroom, Wei Gospel didn't want to make up for it, so he stepped on the stool by himself, stood on the table and began to wipe the glass inside.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a girl with dark skin and red cheeks, only to see her climb up to the window lattice, smile at Wei Gospel, and wipe the ashes on the windowsill with a rag, her movements are more chic than that of a boy, without a little girl's pretentiousness, Wei Gospel admires her in his heart, and feels that they have similar personalities and can become friends.

Neither of them will take the initiative to greet each other, nodding slightly, it can be regarded as acquaintance, Wei Gospel stood on the windowsill by himself, leaving Li Fang's advice behind him, and scratched one arm on the glass.

Looking around, the girls below pretended to be reserved, wiped the table, swept the floor, gathered together in twos and threes, cleaning was fake, gathering together to chat was real, and secretly glanced at the boys in the class in a novel way, the girls of this age paid special attention to the boys, their eyes patrolled around, and muttered: "It's really disappointing, none of the boys in our class can take a shot."

Another girl said: "Hey, so, God is fair, he opened a window for you and closed a door, and the boys who study well are not good-looking."

"I can't say that, there are still a few boys in our class who are very good-looking."

Wei Gospel felt that this voice was a little familiar, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be Yan Xiuyun.

"Really? Really? Who are you talking about? ”

Wei Gospel is both helpless and curious, the way the girls are having fun makes her feel incomprehensible, the classroom is in full swing, the girls are chasing and fighting, you push me, I will push you, if the boys move seriously, I am afraid they will have to dance with knives and guns.

One person said in a low voice: "Are you talking about Wu Yuzhuo, he is very good-looking, and his personality is good, he also sent a few girls in our dormitory back after self-study at night yesterday, and he is very enthusiastic about everyone."

"Wu Yuzhuo is very good, and the girls in our dormitory have a very good impression of him."

Wei Gospel said in his heart: Wu Yuzhuo really had two times, and as soon as school started, he won the hearts of all the girls in the class.

Suddenly, the girl who was cleaning the glass on the opposite side stopped for a moment, her hand trembled slightly, Wei Gospel raised her eyelids, saw that her eyes were slightly red, and then continued to wipe the glass quietly.

The other person coughed and said leisurely: "He got along with the girls in the class as soon as he started school, and the boys in our class gave him a nickname, do you want to know?"

The girls below pressed their foreheads against each other and asked excitedly, "Of course, of course."

The girl who spoke just now covered her mouth with one hand, smiled intriguingly, and said: "The boys in our class call him 'Love Saint', and I heard that when he was in junior high school, he was especially popular with girls."

Yan Xiuyun was upset for Wu Yuzhuo just now, and when she heard them say this, she was even more unhappy, and retorted: "I think the boys in our class are jealous, jealous of Wu Yuzhuo's good relationship with girls, and the boys in our class are like crooked melons and cracked dates, which is really disappointing."

Among the three girls gathered below, Wei Gospel only knew her tablemate Yan Xiuyun, and as soon as she was free, her eyes kept looking in the classroom, and finally stopped on Wu Yuzhuo, her cheeks crimson from the sunlight shining through the window.

The tallest girl among the three is the most assertive, Wei Gospel recognized her as the girl who put on the mask, shook his head and said: "Hey, Wu Yuzhuo has nothing to say, he is good to every girl, but it is a bit too much, if you are friends, it's okay, just do anything else, last night, several girls in our dormitory chatted and chatted until midnight before going to sleep, and they all had a good impression of Wu Yuzhuo, the only drawback is that they are too attentive, see one and love another."

Yan Xiuyun said: "You can't say that about him, he is just too kind-hearted, presumably even if he doesn't do anything, there are many girls who like it."

"You like him, right?"

Yan Xiuyun said in a low voice: "What do you say, no."

As he spoke, several people chased and fought around the classroom, shuttling between the messy desks and chairs, Wei Gospel frowned slightly, afraid that they would hit the table under his feet and cause him to fall down, and firmly grasped the window frame with one hand.

The girls walked away, Wei Gospel rubbed her eyebrows, and continued to wipe her glass, she has never participated in this kind of topic, the girl opposite was a little fluctuating, her chest was lying together, she seemed to be very angry, the red blood on her face was about to overflow, it seemed that her mood was a little low, Wei Gospel wanted to care about it, and asked her if she was sick, and suddenly heard a commotion.

"In the first class of high school, who is the class leader of your class?" Before you see the person, you hear the voice first, and just by listening to the voice, you know that the person who comes is not good.

Wei Gospel trembled, unprepared, almost fell off the stool, put down the rag in his hand, jumped off the windowsill with his hands and feet, looked up, only to see three young men in black short sleeves marching through the corridor and entering the classroom, the boy headed by his eyes was wide open, his eyebrows were cold, although he was tall, but his face was full of immaturity, obviously not a few years older than them, he strode onto the podium, waved his hand: "Who is your squad leader, come out!"

Suddenly, the classroom fell silent, and everyone stopped what they were doing and pestled there like a sculpture, looking at each other, not knowing who was coming.

One of the people in the panicked crowd stepped forward and said reluctantly: "I'm the squad leader, what's the matter?"

The girl next to her whispered: "After self-study this morning, Zhang Chong ran to the office to recommend himself to the head teacher Mao Sui, saying that he wanted to be the class leader, and he also assured the head teacher that every move of our classmates will be reported to him in the future, and the head teacher let him be the class leader.

The girl's tone was a little disdainful, and Wei Gospel said in his heart: Is it so casual to choose a class president in high school?

Zhang Chong walked out of the crowd, about the same height as Wei Gospel, this one is a little short for a boy, his facial features are mediocre, he wears a pair of glasses, plus the description of the girl just now, Wei Gospel's impression of him is not good, Zhang Chong said unhurriedly: "What's the matter with me?"

The leader jumped down from the podium, his attitude was extremely arrogant, pointed at Zhang Chong, and said: "You are the class leader, how do you become the class leader, and your first-grade students, will you clean up, do you want to flood the golden mountain, look at the good things you have done, you have sprinkled all the water on the balcony, what are you doing with so much water, do you raise fish?" The water from the fifth floor of you has flowed to the first floor, and the classrooms in our class are almost flooded, and the freshmen in the first year this year are really bad, and one session is not as good as the one. ”

It turned out to be a student in the repeating class on the first floor, who was more mature and stable than the boys in the class, Wei Gospel looked at the long corridor outside the window covered with stagnant water, a few boys carried buckets, and poured the water in the bucket into the corridor, which was considered cleaning, if the school allowed, you can raise goldfish, the stagnant water in the corridor flowed down the small hole in the drainage below to the downstairs, the classroom of their class was facing the repeater class on the first floor, I am afraid that the flowing water will flood the door of the classroom, no wonder people are angry and come to the door, and the teacher asks for guilt.

As soon as he said this, he offended a group of people, and the classmates in the class were immediately unhappy, how could there be a reason to let others bully in their own territory, and one person shouted: "What is it better to have a term than a term, it is wrong for us to sprinkle water at the door of the senior, but you can't ignore and forgive people."