"Haoyang!" Just as he was thinking about it, the sweet, honey-seeping voice sounded behind him, and Simeng trembled.

Haiyan's reaction was even more exaggerated, and she rushed to the girl in just a second, and changed her amiable appearance just now, and shouted fiercely: "Oh, Zheng Da Beauty, come to hook up with our squad leader again?" ”

The girl hugged the door frame in fright, as if she was afraid that Haiyan would uproot her.

"It was Teacher Li who asked me to call Haoyang to go over." Zheng Jiajia said pitifully.

Simeng had to admit that Zheng Jiajia looked even better up close, with fair skin, long black hair and a shawl, curled around her waist, her eyes were bright and bright, and her mouth was delicate and pink because she was afraid of pursing, and it seemed to be smeared with light red lipstick.

At this time, Zhan Haoyang had already walked out, stood beside the beauty, and waved his hand to Haiyan, who wanted to open his mouth to fight back.

"Let's go." He said to her, his voice was gentle, and when he passed by Simeng, his eyes swept her hand casually, and the back of the hand that had let go of the pressure showed a trace of blood.

Zhang Bochao jumped out of the classroom, put one hand on Zhan Haoyang's shoulder, and waved his hand at Simeng with the other, saying, "You're welcome." ”

Simeng didn't have the heart to pay attention to him, and watched Zhan Haoyang and Zheng Jiajia turn into the office in a daze, and suddenly she understood one thing:

Sometimes a person is cold to everyone, you can say that it is his character, and you can accept it, but when you see that he can treat another person gently, you will find that it is just a lie to say that it is a character, but because you are not the one he treats gently.

Such thoughts made Simeng have mixed feelings, and I don't know whether to be disappointed or sad.

But she couldn't understand why she had such a mentality.

Back in her seat, Simeng found a small box of Band-Aids on the table, and she looked at the boy who had scratched her, who was looking at her apologetically.

Simeng picked up the band-aid and nodded gratefully to him, and the boy seemed to be relieved and went back to class.

Simeng used a band-aid to close the wound, and lay on the table depressedly, until the bell rang for the end of class, he realized that he didn't know when he fell asleep, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was Zhan Haoyang, who was already sitting in his position, and he was bowing his head and taking notes on the book.

Liuhai hung loosely down to his eyes, his eyelashes shook densely in the light, his fingers were slender, and even the posture of holding the pen and the action of writing were so beautiful.

When his gaze fell again, Simeng saw the hand stretched out to his book, and there was a white cartoon band-aid on the back of the hand!

Simeng came to his senses and hurriedly retracted his hand back onto his desk.

Perhaps the reaction was too intense, Zhan Haoyang cast a faint look.

And this cold glance aroused Simeng's unhappiness just now, thinking that Zhan Haoyang and Zheng Jiajia were in the office, what would he say to her, his voice was so good, but she was very extravagant when she listened to one more sentence, thinking about it, she felt unfair, and she was depressed.

So much so that when the homeroom teacher asked who could recite the English text paragraphs assigned yesterday, Simeng raised Zhan Haoyang's arm that he had placed on the table casually.

Zhan Haoyang looked at her in surprise, she also forgot to react and looked at him in surprise, and the teacher's tongue knotted in surprise: "That...... Squad and squad leader, come on! ”

As soon as the teacher's voice fell, the eyes of the whole class gathered.

"Want to die?" Zhan Haoyang squeezed out from between his teeth.

Simeng immediately let go of him, held his head with one hand and said shamefully: "You are so smart, just sacrifice it!" ”

Zhan Haoyang stood up unhurriedly, his voice was not slow, he memorized the entire paragraph of English fluently, Simeng stared at the textbook tightly, and he could blurt out some words that she didn't know at all, without the slightest hesitation and pause.

The unbalanced little emotions just now were gradually replaced by worship, and when Zhan Haoyang sat down silently, the whole class burst into warm applause, and Simeng also applauded fiercely, looking at him with admiration.

"You're amazing!" Praise from the heart.

"Hmph, it's better than some idiot!" Zhan Haoyang snorted coldly.

"Why don't you teach me?"

What I got was another cold snort, and a disdainful look, the eyes fell on Simeng's hand and paused for a moment, Simeng looked at it suspiciously, only to find that because the clapping just now was too hard, the Band-Aid was oozing blood, so he replaced it with a new Band-Aid.

While changing his mouth, he muttered: "Speaking English is so good, speaking Chinese must be even better." ”

The more Zhan Haoyang is discovered, the more interested Simeng is in him, and perhaps it can be said that Zhan Haoyang is more attractive to her.

From time to time, Simeng would suddenly stop his hand to write his homework, and put the pen between his upper lip and nose to look at his handsome side face for a while.

Or when he rarely writes his homework seriously, he unconsciously approaches and stares at him to write every word.

Or do nothing, just lie on the table and watch him play with his phone.

Zhan Haoyang would always give her a cold look when she couldn't stand the girl being so blatant, forcing her to withdraw her gaze and learn like a human.

Once Simeng was memorizing English words, memorizing the word "eyeable", the Chinese explanation given in the book was "visible, pleasing to the eye", she read it carefully several times, and unconsciously looked at Zhan Haoyang who was looking down at the book next to her, until Zhan Haoyang looked at her again with an idiot look, she realized that her mouth had been repeatedly chanting "eyeable, pleasing to the eye, eyeable, pleasing to the eye".

Gradually, when Simeng felt that his fiery eyes could melt one-ten-thousandth of the ice of the ice sculpture, he began to get carried away.

"At the same table, what kind of games do you have on your phone, can't you get tired of playing them?" Simeng stretched out his head to look at Zhan Haoyang's mobile phone, there were many people fighting in it, and Simeng couldn't understand it.

Zhan Haoyang raised his eyes and looked at it, and used his mobile phone to put her head back.

"Don't get within a meter of me."

"As a tablemate, don't let you get within a meter of you? What are you kidding? The teacher also asked me to sit next to you and accept your help, how do you look like a class leader? Simeng finally complained about being left out in the cold.

Zhan Haoyang raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't see anything you need my help with." ”

Simeng was speechless for a while, who let himself have been so optimistic.

"I can help you with something." Zhan Haoyang suddenly showed compassion and took the initiative to speak.

"What's the matter?" Asked with a happy face.

"Look at your history."

In the next class, Simeng finally understood why Zhan Haoyang said that, because every time before the lecture, the history teacher would routinely ask questions about the content of the previous class, and Simeng was named, and the so-called name was "the classmate sitting next to the class leader".