Wang Lei and Wang Yanli chatted for a long time, Zhao Qingyu finished his homework, and looked up to see Wang Lei coming in.

Looks like he really just doesn't want to talk to himself?

Zhao Qingyu sighed, but there were no other superfluous feelings in his heart, and he even felt a little relaxed.

She gathered her mind and took out the math workbook to continue learning to solve problems, there was not much time left, and before class, she only solved one problem.

As the course progressed, all kinds of sets, functions, vectors, sequences, and so on, each of which took a lot of her time and energy.

In addition to the morning and evening, she can memorize Chinese, listen to English, and read some other history and geography, and in other times, as long as she has free time, she will do math problems.

This time, it took her nearly twenty minutes to come up with a trigonometric problem, which was actually a short time for her.

The first class in the afternoon was supposed to be physical education, and the students did not wait for the physical education teacher, but for the class teacher.

Cao Sheng asked the class leader to go out and call in some boys who were looking forward to physical education class, and for a while the classroom was full of mourning.

"What is calling? Calling out if you don't have a physical education class? Cao Sheng saw that the students in his class looked like frosted eggplants, and he laughed angrily, "If I tell you now, in the future, in physical education class, except for the physical education students who want to take the sports school, no one else will need to go, don't you have to cry?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other for a while, and then they wailed even louder.

Cao Sheng waved his hand impatiently: "Don't call, let's change positions, change to the classroom of the second class of the previous high school, on the third floor, hurry up." ”

There was already a noise outside the classroom, and other classes had also begun to change classrooms.

Changing classrooms sounds like a hassle.

Everyone has to carry things up and down with books on the table, and Chaoshen has specially explained that the first year of high school walks from the stairs on the east side of the teaching building, and the second year of high school walks from the west.

Zhao Qingyu and his class were close to the east, and they had to move the table through a long aisle to get to the west staircase.

Outside the window, there was already a class of students carrying their desks and passing by, and their class was in the easternmost part, which was even worse than the second class.

Cao Sheng's voice fell, some people were still wailing, and some people had already packed up their things without saying a word.

Although it was the second year of high school, the books on everyone's desk were already more than ten centimeters high, and everyone tried their best to stuff all the books outside into the desks in order to facilitate moving.

Students like Zhao Qingyu and Zhang Xue who have a lot of materials almost can't fit in the desk, especially Zhao Qingyu, after she puts all the books into the desk, the lid of the desk can't be closed.

Before leaving, the head teacher also made a special explanation, asking the boys to move quickly and turn around to help the girls move.

Zhao Qingyu got up and lifted her desk, it was really heavy, she struggled and barely moved the table five centimeters away from it.

There was a naughty boy at the back of the classroom, who was wide and fat, and he didn't usually like to study, and when he saw the head teacher go out, he shouted loudly: "Why do boys want to help girls, we can't move ourselves, and someone has to help!" ”

Someone responded to him: "I'm Tang Dazhuang!" You can't move when you're so strong? ”

Tang Dazhuang deliberately pinched his throat and said cowardly: "People are not big and strong, people are pitiful, and they need the help of a female general to move the table~~"

"Pss

The classroom suddenly burst into laughter, and Zhao Qingyu's face darkened.

She now clearly knows that the breath in her body will only burst out when she is in danger, and at this time, she is basically uncontrollable and has no mind of her own.

At noon, she was in a hurry, and she invisibly grabbed a mysterious aura, so she easily climbed over Zhang Xue.

But it's only for a moment.

Zhao Qingyu recalled the first few times she beat the thief, in fact, her mind was also sober, but a very terrifying force erupted in her body, and she directly beat the thief to the ground with a stick and fled.

So, she estimated that the unknown aura in her body would only appear when it was critical or at a critical moment.

So now......

She looked down at the desk she couldn't close, shook her aching arm, and muttered, "Is this a critical moment for me......?"

I tried to move it again, and sure enough, it wasn't.

Tang Dazhuang's words reminded many students in the second class of the second year of high school, and they slowly moved the table out while looking at Zhao Qingyu, wanting to see how the "female fierce general" was powerful.

Zhao Qingyu also noticed everyone's curious eyes, and was very helpless in her heart, she is now an ordinary little girl, where can she easily move these dozens of pounds of desks.

"Zhao Qingyu, hurry up, give everyone a strong man's strength to pull mountains and rivers!" There was a heckling.

"Don't look at it, I can't move it!"

Zhao Qingyu was very calm, followed behind the classmates in front of him, and dragged the table out little by little.

"Isn't it! You can jump that high today! Tang Dazhuang didn't believe it at all.

"Jumping high and having a lot of strength are two different things, don't get confused." Zhao Qingyu raised his eyebrows.

When the other students in the classroom thought about it, it really made sense!

Everyone slowly moved out one by one while laughing, Zhao Qingyu couldn't help laughing, and with this group of young boys and girls, her mood seemed to be rejuvenated.

Soon, however, everyone stopped laughing.

The first class moved faster than them, the front and back doors of the classroom were full of people, and if they wanted to get out, they had to slowly cut in line, and most of them were stopped in the classroom and could not enter or exit.

It was also hot and humid that day, the students were huddled together, and they had to work hard to carry things, and the two ceiling fans in the middle of the classroom couldn't blow much heat at all.

Everyone has beads of sweat on their heads, especially those who are afraid of heat and love to sweat.

When everyone was waiting in line, they could only fan themselves with books, and of course some people bought antique folding fans, and the hot air surrounded everyone for a while.

"Hurry up and get out of the front, it's so hot in the classroom!" Someone in the back shouted irritably.

"You think we don't want to go out, and the corridor outside is full of people, how do you go?"

"Squeeze out, why can't others get out, you can't go out......"

"Then you come here and squeeze it, just talk about not doing a mouthful of words!"

"Cut~~ You want me to go over and help you move the table, there is no door!"

The quarrel was filled with laughter, which eased the atmosphere of anxiety.

Finally, when most of the first class had left, the situation in the second class eased a lot, and the students took turns slowly moving their desks outside.

Some of the freshmen who were faster had moved their desks to the door and entered the classroom through the back door.

In order to "get out of the sea of suffering" as soon as possible, everyone worked hard to move out.

There is a big difference in strength between men and women, many boys move desks much faster than girls, and extroverted girls also remember the words of the class teacher, and they can't move and call the boys in their class for help.

Even though the boys say they won't help, they still lend a helping hand when they are asked for help.

Individuals will offer to help, of course, but that is based on certain special circumstances.

Zhang Yan and Zhao Qingyu slowly moved the table forward one after the other, and the flat corridor at the beginning was okay, but when they reached the stairwell behind, the nightmare began.

The two of them moved the table to the second floor tiredly, losing most of their strength, and their arms and legs didn't look like their own.

"Let's rest, rest for a while......" Zhang Yan leaned on her desk, panting.

Zhao Qingyu also stopped, turned his head and glanced at the back, and now he was still struggling to move the table, basically only the girls were left.

"Huh...... I said, why did you offend Wang Lei today, or you could have asked him to help us move things. ”

“……”

The two rested for less than two minutes, Zhang Yan suddenly saw Tang Dazhuang in the class walking downstairs, her eyes lit up, and she shouted at the other party: "Da Zhuang!" Have you finished moving the table? ”

Tang Dazhuang was very vigilant: "Yes, but I have a stomachache now and I have to go to the toilet." ”

The smile on Zhang Yan's face disappeared immediately, and Tang Dazhuang saw that there was Zhao Qingyu next to her, and immediately felt a little embarrassed, and walked over slowly: "Forget it, I'll help you." ”

"Hehe, that's pretty much it." Zhang Yanxi smiled.

"But I'll help the female general, you better carry it yourself."

"You...... I didn't tell you to help me. ”

Being treated differently with such an obvious difference, Zhang Yan's cheeks were also slightly red.

"Originally, the two of you, I'm just one person, I'm sure I can only help one." Tang Dazhuang said, walked up to Zhao Qingyu, and smiled, "Female general, I helped you move the table today, can I borrow your homework to watch in the future?" ”

Before Zhao Qingyu could say anything, Zhang Yan rolled her eyes: "Phew! Also watching, copying homework is copying homework, saying so nicely. ”

"What is it called copying homework, the matter of literati, can it be called copying? That's called borrowing, you know! Tang Dazhuang said, rolled up his sleeves and helped Zhao Qingyu lift the table.

Now, he couldn't laugh anymore.

After taking two steps, Tang Dazhuang said bitterly: "Female general, what are you putting on this table, why is it so heavy!" ”

You know, his desk is much lighter than the one he has now.

Zhang Yan gloated beside him: "Hmph, do you think our Zhao Qingyu's homework is a good reference?" ”

"I'm rubbing, it's really hard to learn from ......"

Tang Dazhuang's face was about to distort.

Zhao Qingyu laughed and followed in a few steps: "Okay, don't help me, it's Zhang Yan who shouted at you, you go and help her." ”

"Can I help her learn from your homework too?" Tang Dazhuang hesitated.

"Uh...... Yes. ”

When Tang Dazhuang heard this, he hurriedly put down Zhao Qingyu's table in his hand and walked in front of Zhang Yan.

However, Zhang Yan raised her chin: "Go away, I will move myself." ”

"Oh, don't be like this, we are classmates, we should help each other." Tang Dazhuang smiled flatteringly.

"Hehe, then you go and help Zhao Qingyu."

Zhao Qingyu knew that Zhang Yan said this because he was angry with Tang Dazhuang's differential treatment just now, so he smiled and helped Tang Dazhuang out of the siege: "Zhang Yan, let him help you, my table is very heavy, and one person can't lift it at all." ”

Zhang Yan snorted Tang Dazhuang at this time, put down his table, and let the latter carry it alone, then walked to Zhao Qingyu's side and said to her, "I'll carry it with you." ”

"Hmm!"

So, the three of them continued to "carry the weight forward".

In addition to them, there are many people below who need help, and the class leader takes a few boys from his class downstairs, and when he sees anyone who needs help, he will take the initiative to come over.

Among them is Xia Zimo.

He walked up to Zhao Qingyu and Zhang Yan and stopped: "Do you want to help?" ”

Zhao Qingyu: "No. ”

Zhang Yan: "Yes! ”

The two of them spoke at the same time, and after saying that, Zhang Yan suddenly thought of something, rolled her eyes, and hurriedly changed her words: "No need, the two of us can move." ”

At this time, Yu Yuanyuan, who was behind, opened her mouth delicately: "Xia Zimo~~Xia Zimo~~ Here, help is needed here~~"

She had her own wavy tone, and Zhang Yan was covered in sweat and hair and made a vomiting motion.

This small action was seen by Tang Dazhuang, and he asked very loudly: "Zhang Yan-do you have it-"

Zhang Yan almost didn't fall, and scolded at the top of her throat: "Get out, dead fat!! ”

"! I hate it when people call me fat! ”

"You're a dead fat man!"

“……”

Although Tang Dazhuang was angry, it was indeed too much to think that he was joking, so he had to huff and bury his head and move the table upward.

Zhao Qingyu and Zhang Yan didn't speak, and bypassed Xia Zimo and followed.

"Xia Zimo~~" Yu Yuanyuan shouted again.

"I have something to do, you can call someone else to help you."

After Xia Zimo finished speaking, he walked towards Yu Yuanyuan without squinting and went down the stairs.

Yu Yuanyuan's face turned white, and she pursed her mouth a little embarrassed, but fortunately, other boys walked over, so she breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed out a smile: "Thank you......"

There was still a word "thanks" that didn't come out, and the smile on her face froze on her face.

Because the boy who came over came to help Zhang Xue move the table.

……

Don't look at Tang Dazhuang's honest appearance, when he speaks, he is called a flamboyant tongue, which makes Zhang Yan's eyes almost turn to the sky, and he can still smile from ear to ear.

The two of them were arguing back and forth, and Zhao Qingyu suddenly had the feeling of turning into a light bulb.

After finally moving the desk into the classroom, Tang Dazhuang was so tired that his whole face was red, and he collapsed in his seat: "I'm dying, unless someone buys me a mung bean popsicle." ”

Zhang Yan sat behind him and gently stretched out her leg and kicked him on the stool: "Get up, I'll buy you two popsicles." ”

"Then you go buy it, I really can't walk." Tang Dazhuang raised his head lazily.

Zhang Yan was a little depressed, and got up directly and dropped five cents: "I won't buy it either, and I can't walk anymore." ”

Seeing the money, Tang Dazhuang's two round eyes lit up, and he grabbed five cents and got up: "Oh, the other three cents is not an errand fee!" ”

However, Zhang Yan had already sat down and put her face in her arms, ignoring him at all.

Tang Dazhuang thought about it and silently returned the money to her.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to eat popsicles? ”

"Eating popsicles is eating popsicles, that's your treat, it's friendship, what's the matter with you giving me money." Tang Dazhuang said with a stiff neck.

"Okay, you go buy five popsicles, two yours, I'll invite you." Zhang Yan raised her head and smiled triumphantly.

Tang Dazhuang immediately wailed, feeling that he had been tricked again.

But he just pretended to be pretending to howl, and after taking the money, he hummed a little song and walked out of the classroom.

Because the direction of the store was on the west side, Tang Dazhuang walked towards the front door of the classroom, which was closer, but when someone came in with a desk, he leaned towards the empty place on the side.

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