His head was buried in the crook of his arm.

Gu Yu's slender fingers paused.

She swiped upwards to exit the game interface and put her phone on the desktop.

It was already noon, and the classroom had almost gone to eat, and the gray curtains were lifted in the breeze.

Gu Yu's black hair, mixed with sporadic white, was also blown away, and her cold white skin was like fine porcelain, like a glowing girl, who stood up lightly and closed the window.

Song Yue's muffled voice sounded: "Hot." ”

Gu Yu turned around, and the person who was still burying his head just now straightened his bangs, and looked at her with a rather aggrieved expression:

"Lu Yu."

It's like being coquettish.

Gu Yu was not very good at comforting people, and walked to the edge of his seat, his voice was as clear and pleasant as spring water:

"Eat?"

Song Yue was silent for two or three seconds, straightened up and patted his face, nodded vigorously, and seemed to be in a brighter mood: "Hmm! ”

On the way to the cafeteria, Song Yue was in a better mood, but she still couldn't help but complain:

"I suspect I really don't have the talent to read."

She's worked hard, but she's still a few hundred out of her grade......

Fortunately, Song Yue's self-regulation ability is very strong, and when they found a place to sit down in the cafeteria, Song Yue's mood was already much better, and she chatted with Gu Yu while picking up braised pork:

“....... Next Friday, the finals of the English Speech Contest will begin, and I'm so nervous. ”

She said this, shaking cooperatively.

Gu Yu paused for a moment, the corners of his eyes were raised, and the tails of his narrow eyes were slightly hooked, with a raging evil aura.

The final of the English Speech Contest.

Lu Ziyu took her speech and prepared to participate in the competition.

After a while, the little girl was still very sad, and Gu Yu spoke:

"Don't be nervous."

Gu Yu's words are always brief:

"You did well last time."

Song Yue's chopsticks flicked the vegetables in the lunch box, and his voice was lowered:

"You don't have to comfort me."

She held her chin and sighed:

"I know I'm just going to make up the numbers."

But her emotions also went quickly:

"Eh, Lu Yu, I wanted to ask you before."

She was curious: "I seem to have seen a very beautiful, beautiful English essay on your desk before, which seems to be a speech script..... Where did you get that? ”

Gu Yu: "Want it?" ”

I want her to write another one.

Song Yue sighed: "Actually, it's just that the word looks good, I really want to know what kind of body it is." ”

Gu Yu: "......."

It wasn't a body, it was just the words she wrote.

Song Yue seemed to begin to recall the manuscript, and her eyes lit up:

"Let me tell you, Lu Yu, I've never seen such beautiful English characters!"

Gu Yu ate vegetables: "Hmm." ”

Song Yue: "You say, can you find this font on the computer?" Or on the copybook? ”

Song Yue: "Hmm, I really want to practice that word, it's really good-looking." ”

Gu Yu: "........ I'll go back and take a look. ”

Let's see if we can transfer her words to the computer.

"Actually, I just said it casually," Song Yue stuck out his tongue, "even if I practice, I will definitely not be able to write such beautiful words." ”

Gu Yu raised his eyes lazily, the streamer in his eyes flashed, and the tail of his narrow eyes seemed to raise a little:

"You can."

This sentence is an understatement, but it is inexplicably domineering.

Song Yue paused his chopsticks, his lips opened slightly, and finally lowered his head and blushed.

"Lu Yu," her tone was a little complaining, a little muttering, "you don't always challenge me. ”

Gu Yu: "........? ”

What am I challenging you?

She raised her eyes to look at the little girl, her eyebrows were raised, and her lovely apricot eyes were so clear that there was no trace of impurities, but they looked cool.

Song Yue's face turned even redder, silently reached out to bring the lunch box closer, and then lowered his head to speak.

A trace of helplessness crossed Gu Yu's eyes.

It's hard to guess what the little girl is thinking now.

On the way back to the classroom, Gu Yu asked Song Yue if she really wanted to practice that font, and Song Yue thought about it for a while:

"Then ...... Practice, right? ”

The little girl stroked her bangs, but in fact, what crossed her mind was just now, the moment Gu Yu raised her eyes.

You can.

She also wanted to try it and see if she could.

Gu Yu nodded: "I'll go back and find you." ”

Song Yue bent her eyes: "You are so good." ”

The little girl took her arm and went back to the classroom.

The evening self-study is the class of the head teacher, Mr. Liang Wenyue, so the students in class 7 are quite safe and do not make a fuss.

However, the people in the quiet classroom are either eating, playing with their mobile phones, or reading extracurricular books, and few of them really calm down, write homework and read books.

The other teachers passed by, and they couldn't help but sigh when they caught a glimpse of it.

The learning atmosphere in this class is really bad.

The head teacher, Mr. Liang Wenyue, also sighed in his heart, but still held the lesson plan and stepped into the classroom.

As soon as he entered, the low chatter in the classroom was completely gone, only the sound of the air conditioner cooling down.

Gu Yu was still leaning back in his chair, playing a racing game with fast hands.

Song Yue was doing her homework, biting the tip of her pen from time to time, looking very distressed.

Liang Wenyue is not very old, in his forties, and has been a class teacher for many years, but he has never taught a good class, and it is generally a parallel class, or like Class 7, which everyone knows as a "bad class".

He also has a gentle temper and generally does not scold easily.

But it was such a gentle person who controlled the seventh class that had risen from the first year of high school, so that they had not caused any major incidents so far.

At this moment, the math teacher was holding his hands behind his back, occasionally waking up the sleeping classmates, reminding the students who were reading the extracurricular books to take out the textbooks and look at them, and slowly, he walked to the last row.

Song Yue was calculating a physics problem, racking her brains to solve the equation, not noticing that Liang Wenyue had arrived at her desk.

Gu Yu's black earphone cable was greatly exposed, and the thin mobile phone was held in his hand.

It seems that the game is played seriously.

Liang Wenyue sighed secretly in his heart, ignoring Gu Yu, his eyes fell on the number study problem set pressed by Song Yue's arm.

There were a few red checkmarks drawn on it, but most of them were big crosses.

Mathematics teacher Liang Wenyue sighed in his heart.

I made the same mistake again, this Song Yue.

The bespectacled teacher stretched out her hand, held her glasses, and watched the distressed little girl continue to bury her head in calculations.

Gu Yu lazily quit the game, put down the phone with his white slender hand, and raised his eyes to look at Liang Wenyue.

Liang Wenyue noticed Gu Yu's gaze, raised his head, and looked indifferently at the girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

He was slightly stunned, subconsciously helped his glasses, and then coughed lowly.

Song Yue was still scribbling on the scratch paper irritably, and when she heard such a sound suddenly, she froze for a moment, immediately put down the pen, and whispered: "Teacher......"

Liang Wenyue originally wanted to wait for Song Yue to finish her calculations before calling her out, but when he saw that she found out, he also eased his mind:

"Song Yue, you and I will come for a while."

Song Yue's clear eyes flashed a few wisps of nervousness, and she stood up a little helplessly, and followed Liang Wenyue out of the classroom.

Secretly turning around, the shoulders of the few students who confirmed that Liang Wenyue was really gone collapsed instantly, and the idle people chatted in a low voice:

"Huh? What do you say Lao Liang is looking for Song Yue? ”

"I don't know ......."

"Maybe it's a small stove."

"You don't know? I heard in the cafeteria today that Lao Liang wanted to change Song Yue's shift. ”

"Why do you want to change it?"

"What's the matter, you're still reluctant?"

"It's not...... Song Yue is not good, isn't it? ”

"Tsk, you don't look at her grades, she is the first in our class, and in the grade, she is almost more than four hundred, and if she stays any longer, she will be wasted! That's fine! ”

“...... I wasn't brought by someone yet. ”