The next morning, when Simeng held his face with his hands and was full of grievances, he saw Han Mingcheng swaggering into their class, and walked up to her with a smile on his face and shouted: "Big, eyes, eyes." ”

"Han Mingcheng?" Simeng was startled by his appearance and his subdued screams. "Why did you get to our class?"

"Hey, health check." Han Mingcheng took out the health inspection book in his hand and pointed to the red armband with the word "inspection" written on it, "The second-grade inspection representative handed it over to me if he didn't want to do it." ”

"Well, it's going to be hard, how does it feel?" Simeng asked.

"It's very cool, less points will be deducted if you look at people who are pleasing to the eye, and if you don't like people, you will deduct him to death, of course, I will definitely deduct less for the big-eyed class." Han Mingcheng lay on Simeng's table and scored nine points in his notebook.

"Hey, Han Mingcheng, don't scribble, be fair." A girl who also wore a check armband said, but before she could finish speaking, she was pulled by Haiyan to the next class.

"The courtiers have the emperor's order, so they won't stay here longer, goodbye, we'll see you tomorrow at the same time!" After Han Mingcheng finished speaking, Simeng threw an eyebrow, and Simeng cooperated to catch it with his hand: "I will wait for you here!" ”

Simeng felt that Han Mingcheng was a boy full of sunshine, energetic and energetic all day long, a bit like Haiyan, this kind of person can always bring people a happy mood and positive energy, which is exactly what she needs.

When Zhan Haoyang appeared, Simeng's mood was just half better.

"It's strange, why are you here so early today?" Simeng was surprised that Zhan Haoyang's debut did not appear as noise-like preparation bell as background music, which is really rare.

Zhan Haoyang glanced at her, threw the schoolbag on the seat, sat down, leaned back on the chair and tilted his head back slightly, as if he was closing his eyes and concentrating.

What! It's this dead look again, wasn't he the one who appeared at the door of her community last night?

Simeng was so depressed that he opened his English book to memorize words, but he forgot to memorize the previous one, and he always couldn't remember it, and his good memory in Chinese seemed to be unworkable in English.

"Hey, shall we make a deal?" Zhan Haoyang used the book to push the back of Ding Simeng's head.

He rarely took the initiative to speak, Simeng was very pleased, and immediately turned his head and asked, "What agreement?" ”

"If you can change your native pronunciation, I'll teach you English."

"Really?" Simeng immediately sat up straight, his eyes shining, but then he thought, "But the local accent is difficult to change, and I have been talking about it for more than ten years." ”

"It shouldn't be difficult to just change 'what' and 'what' to 'what' and 'how', right?" Zhan Haoyang actually made a regression quickly, as if it had been designed.

"What, how. Well, it should be fine, I'll pay attention, you have to talk and count. ”

"Of course."

"But why did you ask me to change my accent?"

"What."

"I said you were ......"

"What, why." Zhan Haoyang has dutifully begun to remind Simeng.

"Yes, yes, why, why do you want me to change my native accent?"

"Because it's ugly!"

Well, you win!

Simeng immediately tore off a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote on it: Commitment letter, I promise to be at the same table with Simeng, if she changes "what" and "what", she will help her tutor English until her score reaches 120 points.

"Come, sign!" Simeng pushed the paper in front of Zhan Haoyang.

"My words count." Zhan Haoyang frowned, dissatisfied with this girl's ignorance.

"Since it counts, it doesn't matter if you sign it, sign it, I'm just afraid that your nobles will forget things." Simeng was so attentive that he handed over the pen.

Zhan Haoyang looked at the words on the paper and said, "I didn't say that I would make up until you took the test 120 points, your current score is less than 60 points rounded off, and you think I am an immortal?" ”

"Then keep making up for it before the college entrance examination!"

"I remember that it will be after you change your native accent." Zhan Haoyang didn't forget to remind him in the end, and then he reluctantly wrote his name on it as if he was forced to draw a picture.

"It's better for you to write your own name." Simeng admired Zhan Haoyang's words. "Why did you know how to do it in that notebook before...... NO, NO, how do girls write your name? ”

Simeng said that this matter was something she had just come to, and one day she inadvertently touched a black soft manuscript on Zhan Haoyang's desk, and the soft manuscript happened to have Zhan Haoyang's name written on the open title page, and it was still very delicate handwriting, and it looked like it was written by a girl.

Simeng picked up the notebook, at that time she had just learned his name, and knew his paranoia about the name, so she asked a little gossip: "Who is this girl?" Can you write your name? ”

Zhan Haoyang took it and simply tore off the paper and threw it into the trash, so frightened that Simeng never dared to mention it again.

"It should have been written by Jiajia, only she took my book." Zhan Haoyang replied.

"It seems that your relationship is really not ordinary, you can actually call each other's names so affectionately." Simeng pretended to fold the promise inadvertently, but the jealousy was too obvious, as smart as Zhan Haoyang, it was impossible not to hear it.

"We've known each other since we were ten."

"Cut,It seems that who doesn't have a childhood sweetheart.,Why don't we make another agreement?" Simeng suddenly smiled mysteriously.

Zhan Haoyang leaned behind him vigilantly and asked, "What?" ”

"If I get into the fifty places in the whole school, we call each other by their names!" Simeng said and began to brush the note again, but Zhan Haoyang decisively refused.

"Calling a name is a matter of mood, and you can't be forced." Zhan Haoyang said it very reasonably.

"Whatever...... What's the mood? …… Under what circumstances will a name be called? In order to change these words, Simeng almost bit his tongue.

"Say it as you like, who knows."

"But you called my name yesterday, on the phone." Simeng pointed out proudly.

"I thought it wasn't you who answered the phone." Zhan Haoyang sighed silently, you must know that the vague voice on the phone yesterday said that she was Yu Simeng, he was also startled, and he had the urge to pick up the phone for a moment, but he just held back.

Simeng knew that no matter how much she said, it was just a waste of words, and it seemed that no one could change what Zhan Haoyang didn't want to do, but just because she said a few more words to him, her mood became very good, and she couldn't help but hum a song.

She didn't know that the person next to her also had a smile on his lips, and his heart was beating to her tune.

At noon, Haiyan Lasimon went out to the restaurant to improve the food, and always ate in the canteen, even if it was a delicacy of the mountains and seas, it was inevitable that it would be boring every day.

Haiyan chose the cross-bridge rice noodles she often eats, and strongly recommended that she would come to eat them once or twice a week, and before she entered the store, Haiyan had already begun to suck her nose fiercely, looking salivating.

Simeng laughed at her foodie, and went in together with a smile, unfortunately, she met Zhan Haoyang and others in the store, and the "unfortunate" was mainly because of Zheng Jiajia next to Zhan Haoyang.

Simeng has always been a retreating attitude towards her, and every time she encounters it, she always has to be laughed at with her lofty eyes, and this time it's the same, when she sees Simeng coming in, she has been looking at her with very unfriendly eyes, and she vows not to give up if she doesn't find any flaws.

Haiyan was very happy, seeing Zhan Haoyang was like seeing the surplus grain of the landlord's family, and his eyes lit up: "Wow, the squad leader is here, and there is a free lunch to eat!" Boss two fifteen dollar pots. Haiyan shouted at the boss inside, and moved two stools to squeeze down on Zhan Haoyang's table.

"Jia Haiyan eats so much, be careful to blow you up!" It was naturally Zhang Bochao who spoke, he and Haiyan seemed to be natural enemies, and every time they met, they had to talk quarrelsomely.

"It's not for you to have a treat, let you take care of it. Lai Simeng is sitting here, hey, I don't see anyone coming, move over there! Haiyan shouted at Zheng Jiajia, she actually had the courage to put down a stool between Zheng Jiajia and Zhan Haoyang for Simeng to sit on, and Simeng was so embarrassed that she wanted to run.

The table was originally a one-meter-long rectangular table, Zhan Haoyang sat on the long side facing the door, Zheng Jiajia probably sat on the short side close to Zhan Haoyang in order to get close to Zhan Haoyang, and the gap between them was less than ten centimeters at all.

"Haiyan is too crowded, shall we sit here?" Simeng sat down at the adjacent empty table with his back to them, and let her sit with Zheng Jiajia, it was better not to kick her out.

Since being publicly helped by Zhan Haoyang, every time Zheng Jiajia sees her, she either says that her shoes are stained, or that her clothes are not worn well, and her ponytail is not straightened.

"Simeng, you are so humble, you should let Zheng Da Mei see how good our squad leader is to you."

Hearing Haiyan's words, Simeng felt like an ice worm crawling on her back, and what made her even more like a mangin was Zheng Jiajia's laughter, Simeng could imagine that she covered her mouth, both wanting to look beautiful and really couldn't help the teasing of interesting things, the kind of laughter that was about to hold back internal injuries.

"Haiyan, even if you want to be angry with me, find a good one, and dare to show off with her? Hahaha! ”

"Don't be complacent, you'd better not underestimate the enemy, our squad leader almost had a relationship with Simeng!"

Simeng shuddered again when he heard this, and felt another cold light on his back.

"Hahaha, I've already heard Zhang Bochao say, a joke!" Zheng Jiajia smiled disdainfully, and then leaned his head against Zhan Haoyang again, almost on his shoulder, to promote his status, which made Haiyan angry for a while, so he could only sit down next to him sullenly.

The casserole of the four people who arrived first was quickly served, Haiyan couldn't help but be tempted, and took a small bowl to rub Xu Weihan and Zhang Bochao's rice noodles on their table, except for the sound of chopsticks colliding when she and Zhang Bochao met in a narrow way, it was finally quiet in all directions, and Simeng was bored fiddling with disposable chopsticks.

"This, put this. Simeng, the rice noodles are coming, come and eat! Haiyan said vaguely, it turned out that she asked the chef to put Simeng and her rice noodles on that table.

Simeng saw the casserole that was not occupied, just to the right of Zhan Haoyang, Zhan

Haoyang glanced at her and continued to eat slowly.

Eating side by side with him, this dream didn't think about it, but now just a picture like that in her mind, it made her feel uneasy, she bit her lower lip in embarrassment, and plucked up the courage to walk over.