Simeng returned to the classroom, and the boy at the same table was still playing with his mobile phone, knowing that he had heard bad gossip, she felt a little uneasy.

Pretending to flip through the book, he suddenly took out the coin and said to the same table excitedly: "Ha, I just went to pay back the money to the person who helped me on the bus, but he didn't want it, I had to invite him to drink mineral water, you said this person is really weird!" ”

The boy at the table ignored her attempt to explain, and instead took out a bag of bread and slapped it on her table, which Simeng recognized as the one she had stuffed into him yesterday.

"You're so poor, keep it for yourself!"

In the afternoon, Han Mingcheng came to find Simeng between classes.

"I introduced you to Yu Jiaojiao from our class, aren't you a community? She rides the tram every day and can take you to school. Han Mingcheng said enthusiastically.

"No, I'm fine on the bus." Simeng hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

"I said, why are you two so weird? I pulled her to you but she refused, and you refused to ask you to go to her, wouldn't it be a grudge? Han Mingcheng asked with his arms crossed.

"No, no, I just don't want to trouble others, I got your heart, thank you!"

Han Mingcheng sighed and said, "Okay, then I won't force you." Is it okay in this class? Did your classmates exclude you? ”

"It's alright!"

"If you don't have any friends, you can come to me for something." Han Mingcheng patted his chest.

"Hey, okay, that's right for your dollar......"

"How can anyone be in such a hurry to send money to others as you are?" Han Mingcheng laughed, and a shallow dimple appeared on his somewhat childish face, which gave people a very sweet feeling.

Speaking of sweetness, Simeng suddenly thought that he ran back to the classroom and took out the bread thrown by the same table and handed it to Han Mingcheng: "Take this as a repayment, I hope you don't dislike it!" ”

"Haha, it looks like I earned it, right? Okay, I'll take it, and this matter will be over. ”

"Good!"

"But we're friends, remember to find me if you have anything in the future, don't be too reluctant." Han Mingcheng suddenly patted Simeng's head with his hand.

The smile on Simeng's face froze, and when he came back to his senses, Han Mingcheng was gone.

In the new week, Simeng entered the school and saw many people standing in front of the bulletin board, it turned out to be an exam before she came, and the list of the top 100 was announced, which was none of her business, Simeng walked straight to the staircase, suddenly remembered something and quickly returned, and forcibly squeezed in front of the crowd.

Looking forward from a hundred, she never saw the name of that person, and she was thinking: Sure enough, how can a person who looks so good-looking and plays with his mobile phone all day be on the list!

However, I still had a little patience to see the first place - Zhan Haoyang!

Simeng was stunned for a while, surprised and stunned, but he felt that he was so handsome and looked very smart, and he deserved such a result.

She smiled and muttered, "Zhan Haoyang, it turns out that your full name is Zhan Haoyang." ”

Zhan Haoyang stepped on the preparatory bell and entered the classroom, and Simeng couldn't wait to smile at him: "Same table, I read at home on the weekend, and I saw a good sentence, I'll read it to you!" ”

Simeng cleared his throat and began to improvise at the air in front of him: "Ah! Looking forward to the lonely starry sky, in the vast universe, there is always a beam of sunshine of its own. How? Does it sound good? ”

Zhan Haoyang glanced at her with disdain, didn't make any answer, and continued to flip through his book.

"I think it's very good, it's really good, Zhan, Hao, Yang!" Simeng lay on the table, smiling like a star.

Two seconds later, Zhan Haoyang slapped the book in his hand on her face: "Shut up!" ”

In the Chinese class, Simeng copied the easy-to-mistake idiom, and wrote the name he silently recited in his heart - Zhan Haoyang.

"Oops!" She laughed softly, picked up the notebook and showed it to Zhan Haoyang, "It's all because I'm so happy to know your name, I wrote it unconsciously, you see, your name looks very pleasing to the eye." ”

"Rip it off!" Zhan Haoyang said politely!

"Why? If you don't let such a good name be called or written, you're too wasteful! Simeng was more energetic, and wrote "Zhan Haoyang, Zhan Haoyang" over and over again in the notebook while reading.

When a piece of paper was full, Zhan Haoyang reached out and grabbed the notebook, tore it off, and threw it on Simeng's table.

"You!" Simeng was angry, took a deep breath, and resigned himself to his fate: "For the sake of your good looks, I won't care about you." ”

"It's okay to look good, it's so good to learn, the key is that you don't learn at all, fate is unfair......"

"Shut up!"

"No. 1 in the school, can you tell me how you learned......

"Wei Han, change seats with her!" Zhan Haoyang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned his head to say to the boys in the back row.

Xu Weihan was a little confused, but he still stood up with the book.

Simeng immediately waved his hand to stop: "Joke joke, don't take it seriously!" Then he turned his head to Zhan Haoyang and said to him: "I was wrong, can't I shut up?" ”

Simeng's life is slowly getting on the right track, and the content of his daily life is: taking the delicate tram to the No. 21 stop sign in the morning, going to the classroom to fish out his desks and chairs from the garbage heap, wiping them clean and then sitting in his place; It's okay to tease her tablemate, and only come down when her tablemate can't stand to ask her to change seats; Sitting in a restaurant at noon and eating in a criticized mouth, taking the bus home in the afternoon, trying to play a transparent role at home.

Simeng did well in the first few days, after all, he was a transfer student who had just transferred, and he sat in a regular manner and listened to lectures and took notes in every class.

But after a long time, the playful nature began to be exposed, and in the political and historical places that I had learned and memorized and the English classes that I couldn't understand at all, I became more and more bored, and I often read a novel borrowed from the library in my textbook.

One day when she saw the funny place, she laughed and elbowed the same table: "Haha, it's so funny, the female owner wants to fart because she eats too much croton, and she wants to take the male protagonist away, so let him buy a drink, and as soon as the male protagonist leaves, she happily let out a long fart, just felt comfortable but found that the male protagonist was standing at the door with an embarrassed face, and the male protagonist said: 'I forgot to ask what you want to drink.' 'Hahahaha, that's hilarious......"

Simeng was trembling with laughter, slapped the table, turned his head and saw Zhan Haoyang's cold face, his laughter was suddenly stuck in his throat, and he choked and coughed: "Forget, forget that you are Zhan Haoyang......"

Zhan Haoyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out and threw the novel into the trash can in the back.

There were no extracurricular books, so Simeng pondered for two days and began to secretly fold paper frogs, fold them and blow them on the desk.

The first time, he was unlucky to blow the frog through the transparent 38 line between the two of them.

"You said I couldn't cross the line, and I didn't say that paper frogs can't, so it's a big deal to give it to you." Simeng had no choice but to argue.

Zhan Haoyang looked coldly at the frog that ran to his table, and then at Yu Simeng, who pretended to be innocent. Ruthlessly slapped the paper frog to the ground with a book.

"Hey! You ...... "Simeng was angry, picked up the frog and continued to blow angrily, and "accidentally" blew it on his table, Zhan Haoyang slapped the paper frog off again, and Yu Simeng picked it up and blew it again.

Zhan Haoyang couldn't bear to grab the paper frog again and threw it at the trash can behind him, and said, "Give me enough to stop!" ”

Half an hour later, Simeng couldn't resist the boredom, and secretly folded another one, and as soon as he put it on the table, he heard his fellow table shouting: "Wei Han ......"

"Good, good! I'll throw it away! "Simeng had no choice but to surrender!