On Monday, the results of the mock exams were out. Brother Qiang, the head teacher, came to the class with the total ranking during the evening self-study and asked the students to readjust their seats according to their seats.

This is the rule that has always been in the first middle school, sitting in the same seat as your own ranking, can remind you to forge ahead from time to time.

"Ninth, Zhang Ang, with a total score of 617."

"Tenth place, Liang Xinyu, with a total score of 616 points."

A strange feeling rose in Liang Xinyu's heart. She couldn't say the specifics.

It's all to blame on Zhang Ang, if he hadn't asked her that question yesterday. She doesn't think about it either.

He asked her what was the reason for not liking photography?

Although they are classmates, they don't know each other, right? Or is he always like this with girls. Ask whatever you want to know?

Sure enough, she is not a person all the way.

Xinyu saw that the classmates began to tidy up and move things to change seats, and she also moved.

Seats are in odd-numbered rows and even-numbered rows. No. 10 is Zhang Ang's current position, and he directly moved to the No. 9 seat opposite. After a while, Liang Xinyu came over with textbooks.

"I've wiped the tables and chairs."

Xinyu nodded. I thanked him. After about half an hour, the classroom fell silent again.

Brother Qiang came in again and explained the class management.

"Students have to get along well with each other, and you will probably sit in this position for two months. In addition, we will study on Tuesday night to elect a new class committee. This week, let's think about which student is suitable for what position, and everyone should participate. As for the class representatives of each subject, they are directly assigned by the teachers of each subject. ”

Shortly after the head teacher finished speaking, the recess bell rang.

The students gathered in groups of three to talk. After a while, Zhang Ang's side was crowded with people, and even outside the window.

I don't know who proposed to let Zhang Ang be the squad leader, everyone thinks it's feasible when they think about it. Boys obey him, girls like him, and it will definitely be easy to manage. So the topic quickly shifted from the high school basketball league to the election of him as class president.

Zhang Ang raised his hand and surrendered: "Please let go." No intention, I've had enough. Don't get me in trouble. ”

"The squad leader doesn't have to do anything, just give orders, this is your specialty."

"Praise me or scold me?"

"Praise you, praise you, the squad leader is croaking."

The girls couldn't help but discuss when they saw that the boys were talking hotly.

"The squad leader is the face of a class, if the squad leader of our second class is Zhang Ang, the other classes must not die of acid."

"That's right. I'm going to vote for him! ”

"I want it too, I want it too, I want it to ......"

After evening self-study, Zhang Ang and Liang Xinyu left on time as usual, and the classmates were used to it.

Zhang Ang met Qin Ke from the first class on the way, both of them were members of the school basketball team, walking and chatting along the way, and after separating at the school gate, it had been twenty minutes since they looked at their watches. When I passed the school platform, I saw that Liang Xinyu was still waiting for the bus. He wanted to leave, but he stopped in front of her.

Liang Xinyu looked at him inexplicably.

He made a gesture of taking off his headphones. She took the headphones off.

"Hasn't the bus arrived yet?"

"Oh, I didn't squeeze in the first two shifts."

"It's too late, I'll see you off when you get in the car." Motioned for her to quickly sit on the back seat of her bicycle. Seeing that she didn't move, he smiled again: "You didn't tell me the reason yesterday." Maybe you can talk to me slowly on the way. ”

Zhang Ang's popularity in No. 1 Middle School is very high, and many people recognize him. And the news about him is the part that students talk about the most in their boring and heavy study life.

Receive the attention of your surroundings. Liang Xinyu took two steps back, putting some distance between him and him.

"No need to bother you, thank you."

When she saw the familiar No. 118 bus coming, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In the face of Zhang Ang, he always feels a little cramped and uneasy

"The car is coming, I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Sensing her deliberate indifference, Zhang Ang did not insist, and after saying goodbye to her, he stepped on the bicycle and left.

A few girls from No. 1 Middle School gathered around excitedly, bowed their heads and whispered, and looked at her from time to time.

Xinyu, who was standing by the window with the armrest, put on headphones again.

She didn't think that he wanted to pursue her because Zhang Angduo said a few words to herself. Instead, he thinks that he, like ordinary people, has some curiosity about the people around him within the normal range. She thinks so because she has Lan Lan's best friend as a template. Lan Lan is a girl who has a strong curiosity about many people and things. Therefore, Zhang Ang was a little curious about her tablemate, which was completely understandable to Xinyu.

"Look at ......"

The girls who were huddled together found that Zhang Ang had been following the bus, and the soul of gossip instantly ignited.

"You can't be chasing her, right?!"

"It's romantic...... People want this kind of love too. ”

"Cover me, I'll take a few pictures!"

The three of them cooperate tacitly, and the night shooting effect of the mobile phone is first-class, although Zhang Ang's photo is not so clear, but the handsome face that can not be erased by the blurry pixels, slender legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist, all the photos are lined with the background.

It's really handsome.

Looking at the close-up photo of Liang Xinyu, her low eyebrows and clear jawline show that her whole temperament is cold, giving people a sense of distance. But her long black hair and slender neck reveal the beauty and elegance of a Jiangnan woman. And people can't help but take a few more looks.

At least in appearance, it's quite compatible.

The two who were secretly photographed and didn't know about it, this inadvertently became the object of attention of several girls.

When she went to the cafeteria to eat at noon the next day, Xinyu always felt that someone was peeking at her.

She didn't feel wrong, it was the three girls who were on the bus yesterday. They discussed all the way yesterday, in order to make the information they broke more authentic and credible. They decided to gather more evidence.

Sure enough, it lived up to expectations, and when I went to the second class in the morning to investigate, I found that the hero and heroine were sitting so close. With the imagination cultivated by years of experience in watching dramas, the three of them have put countless scripts on him Zhang Ang and Liang Xinyu in their minds.

Girl's A script - "Meteor Garden One of the Strange Stories": One is a domineering and cool rich and handsome, and the other is a poor girl with tenacious vitality like a weed (watching her get off the car in the urban village, the poor woman is a real hammer!). They coincidentally became classmates at the same table and staged a campus sadomasochism of love and killing!

Girl B Script - "The Sky in the Sky of Love in the Sky One": The innocent and shy girl is quickly conquered by the strong and exposed boy with an irresistible offensive, and the two experience sweet love, then misunderstandings, tribulations, torturing each other with secrets, and even life and death!

Girl C script - "Blue Life and Death Love: In order to let her daughter live a rich life, the daughter He Fujia daughter who was born on the same day was replaced, and the heroine was able to grow up in a rich family, but an unexpected truth was exposed, and the heroine of the dove occupied the magpie's nest returned to a poor family. A few years later, he met his brother again. Two people love each other but can't be together. How bitter is the love that is repeatedly entangled in sweetness and pain!

All in all, they won't end well. Hum!