Song Yiran was slightly stunned, subconsciously stopped, and turned her head to look at the source of the voice in some surprise.

He Chuyang stood at the back door of the class, holding the ball in one hand, his school uniform jacket draped over the other shoulder, and was staring at Song Yiran with his head tilted, his obsidian-like eyes flashing with a little light like magic.

He seemed to be a little resentful, waiting for Song Yiran to give him an explanation.

Shen Yu couldn't help but look sideways, looked at the boy not far away, turned his head and raised his eyebrows to the side and asked silently what was going on.

Song Yiran secretly screamed badly, he thought he didn't know each other, but how did he find his class.

So she cleared her throat, retrieved her voice, pulled out a smile, and said to Shen Yu beside her, "You go in first, I may have something to deal with." ”

Shen Yu's eyes turned between the two, his lips opened slightly, he wanted to say something but paused but didn't say anything, nodded and walked into the class with his slender legs.

Song Yiran walked quickly towards He Chuyang, stood still opposite him, and looked up at him.

"He Chuyang, how do you know my name and class?"

He Chuyang bent down slightly, hooked the corners of his lips and pulled out a good-looking arc, "You remembered my name." ”

Song Yiran was a little confused, thinking about how this person could answer the question, and silently put three question marks on the public screen in his heart for some reason.

Looking at Song Yiran's somewhat distracted face, He Chuyang stretched out a hand and shook it in front of her eyes, and said a little funny.

"Can you get distracted while talking? Yesterday you introduced yourself in a speech under the national flag. ”

"Oh, that's right." Song Yiran suddenly realized, "Yesterday, you left without waiting for me to respond, I have something to do at noon." ”

He Chuyang raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?" ”

"Tutor my cousin." Song Yiran looked inside the classroom, Lin Guoer was really not looking at the exercise book, she was holding the bear biscuit and eating it forgetfully.

Song Yiran silently helped his forehead in his heart.

"So, you're studying well."

He Chuyang followed her line of sight, but happened to meet the line of sight by the window.

The two beams of gaze intertwined in the air, and for some reason, He Chuyang saw a little hostility in this cold gaze.

He smiled knowingly, "It's kind of interesting." ”

"Huh? What the. ”

Song Yiran was dragged back into sight by his voice.

He Chuyang winked at Song Yiran, and then patted her head gently, "It's nothing, you can get busy with your tutoring first, and I'll talk about it next time." ”

After that, he turned around and left in a chic manner, and made a fingertip spin in the air handsomely.

Song Yiran looked at his back, a little embarrassed, the school bully is like this? Why is it such a stinky fart, walking and walking, and spinning the ball.

She shook her head, unable to figure out how such a childish-looking boy could be a school bully.

Song Yiran walked into the classroom, and Lin Guoer instantly opened the exercise book, and while eating biscuits, she pretended to frown, as if she was troubled by a difficult problem.

If he hadn't seen the truth of the matter outside the door, Song Yiran would have really believed it and was impressed by Lin Guoer's superb acting skills.

Song Yiran walked straight back to her seat, ready to take out her notes from the table and tell Lin Guo'er, but she vaguely felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Shen Yu only glanced at her movements beside her, then turned her head back, and looked out the window with an expressionless face, which made Song Yiran in a trance, as if she had returned to the first day when she was at the same table with him.

It's okay just now, and I'm still chatting in the corridor, so where did I provoke him? Song Yiran couldn't figure it out, and bit her lip and opened her mouth stupidly.

"What are you thinking?" The voice is as thin as a mosquito.

Shen Yu's cold gaze swept towards her, and he looked at her fixedly for a while, as if he had something to say.

Song Yiran squatted in place, looked up at him, and waited quietly.

The two looked at each other like this.

After a long time, Shen Yu let out an inaudible sigh, "It's nothing." ”

He still chose to keep silent.

Song Yiran waited for a long time and didn't respond, she really didn't know what Shen Yu was thinking, she nodded confusedly, picked up the notes and left her seat.

"Sister, what did you two just talk about? So serious. Lin Guo'er asked while eating jelly.

"No, I don't know what's wrong with him, he seems to be in a bad mood, and he won't say anything if he asks."

Song Yiran pursed her mouth, flipped through her notes, and said with a straight face. "Don't eat yet, come, listen to me, there are still 20 minutes of lunch break to pass, let's hurry up."

Song Yiran is still quite handy with the type of lecture. He believes that in fact, as long as you grasp a few common question types in your hand, then a series of big problems only need similar solution ideas, with formulas, you can easily solve them.

After a lot of words, she said that she made it clear, but I don't know if Lin Guoer understood.

So Song Yiran decided to come up with a type of question to test Lin Guoer to test how much she understood.

Five minutes later, Song Yiran, who was holding the answer sheet, was full of black lines.

……

It can be seen from this piece of paper that Lin Guo'er listened to it in a mess, and she dragged the formula of the previous question directly into this question.

What made Song Yiran embarrassed was that two questions that were not related at all could be answered by her as an integer.

Song Yiran succumbed, Lin Guo'er definitely couldn't understand the general lecture type, so she could only break the questions one by one and tell her them.

Song Yiran's humble mentality lasted until the evening self-study.

Before the end of school, Ms. Zhuo arranged the allocation of evening self-study classrooms, and the school had two lecture halls, which were scattered on both sides of the first basement floor, not far but not close.

The even-numbered classes such as the second, fourth, and sixth classes are in the first lecture hall, while the odd-numbered classes such as the first, third, and fifth classes are in the second lecture hall.

There is only one teacher on duty in each classroom, so even though the class teacher is not available, there will still be someone to maintain order and record attendance.

Song Yiran and Lin Guoer didn't care about this, what they needed was an absolutely quiet place for mandatory self-study.

So I bought dinner in advance, took my books and arrived at the first lecture hall.

Song Yiran carefully chose the last row of seats, because she was worried that the exchange of topics between the two would disturb the quiet study of other students.

After taking her seat, Song Yiran looked around at the lecture hall, as if all the lecture halls were the same, even if it was the first time for her, she didn't feel unfamiliar.

Gradually, there were more people, and most of the students were in the front seats.

The situation that Song Yiran was worried about would not happen, because there were no classmates in the back row who planned to study at all, either chatting and playing with their mobile phones or dozing off and reading extracurricular books, without exception.

At half of the o'clock, the teacher on duty entered the classroom with slow steps, standing in front of the podium and talking about the rules and prohibitions of evening self-study.

He also took out a stack of slips of paper full of names, saying that he would set up seats tomorrow in the order in which he submitted the class application form, and then put his names on the back of the chair to fix the seats, and he would sit like this today.

Song Yiran thought about it and didn't panic at all.

Because her and Lin Guoer's names are written together before and after, there will be no change in re-arranging seats.

He was relieved to devote himself to the tutoring for Lin Guoer.

In the corner, a beam of eyes accurately searched for Song Yiran's direction, looking at her serious appearance, He Chuyang couldn't help but playfully hook the corners of his lips.

He Chuyang is a twelve-numbered class, an even-numbered class.

He came to study at night because of Song Yiran.

That morning, because I didn't want to participate in the evening study, I was called by the class to give a lecture, and I happened to meet the sixth class school committee to send the evening self-study list.

He Chuyang picked it up casually and looked at it, Song Yiran's name was written on the last page of the list, and the font was just like her person.

He Chuyang became interested in an instant, turned around and signed up with Ban Ren, and strode away with a whistle under Ban Ren's unknown expression.

Now, he looked in the direction of Song Yiran, stretched out his slender fingers, and clicked on the desktop one by one, as if thinking about something.

Finally he got up and walked down the stairs, and under the pretext of going to the bathroom, he walked out of the classroom.

When he returned to the classroom, he already had two pieces of candy in his pocket, walked straight to the last row, sat down behind Song Yiran, and leaned forward.

"What are you doing?"