The evening self-study is still a math class, and the math teacher is sketching on the blackboard, which seems to be talking about spatial geometry.

"Okay, let's see, this is our AB, it wants to be perpendicular to our CD, so how can we prove that they are in different planes......"

Noticing that there was someone at the door, he stopped with a teaching triangle, glanced at the clock on the wall, frowned and reprimanded,

"You two, are you going on a trip around the world? What time is it? ”

The two men at the door were harmoniously silent.

The math teacher saw that they were silent, and his anger disappeared a lot, thinking that he seemed to let them out, he eased his face again, and changed his words, "Come in, don't wave outside for so long next time!" ”

Song Wanqiao opened the way first, Jiang Lige also followed into the door frame, and was just about to sit down, when her arm was pulled to the side, and the sky swirled, and she fell into Song Wanqiao's arms.

And the stool that should have been sitting down was hooked far away by the big bear.

The class was suddenly silent, and even the gossip shut up, tilting their necks and looking at the sixth row.

This posture, well, how to sum it up? Seven points ambiguous, three points weird.

Jiang Lige's brain brushed blank and stopped running.

"What's going on? What's the fuss? ”

She hit a spirit, hurriedly got up from Song Wanqiao's thigh, moved the stool, and moved her lips,

"I accidentally fell."

"Sit down, stop the rest of the people and continue the class!"

After a farce, the classroom returned to a semblance of calm.

Jiang Lige's face was white and red, and he spit out two words with difficulty, "Thank you." ”

However, Song Wanqiao didn't seem to care, and took out the math book and flipped to the side that was on it.

At night.

Song Wanqiao lay on the bed tossing and turning, sleepless for a long time.

As soon as I closed my eyes, that scene was like an advertisement in a movie without VIP, and it popped up automatically.

At that time, she was in a half-squatting state, and if she didn't pull hard, she would still fall, so she exerted some strength.

Unexpectedly, he pulled her into his arms.

She was close to him, perhaps contaminated with the diffuse fragrance of coltsfoot flowers along the road, and her body smelled a chilly freshness, which was very good.

Jiang Lige was really angry, and ignored Da Xiong for three days, this time, the plot was so serious that the crime was unforgivable, and even snacks could not pardon him.

On Thursday morning, the windows were covered with layers of lingering water vapor, which was more blurry than the fog of the early morning.

She had written an entire page, the cold wind creeping through the cracks in the window and digging into her fingernails, and her frozen fingers had warmed up from holding the barrel of the pen, but she could not remember the awkward English word.

"Rangua Go".

Although the noisy reading sound in the classroom was enough to drown these three words in the dust, Jiang Lige still heard Song Wanqiao talking to her, because he never read.

"What?"

"I said, use Hanyu Pinyin to remember."

He kept his head buried in her and didn't look at her, as if he was immersed in the top of an iceberg where the wind was howling.

The dilapidated lamp emitted a faint light, hitting his body, and Jiang Lige felt that this cold and bone-chilling weather seemed to have a trace of warmth.

It was at this moment that she finally knew that the reason why Xueba was a Xueba was not because they really had the ability to never forget, nor because of God's preference for no reason, but when you got into a dead end, they could always make a hole.

Afterward...... Later, she got used to using phonetic transcription to memorize all English words, and she also knew that those seemingly unrelated characters often had rules to follow. But every time she writes "language", the words "Brother Langua" will always pop out of her subconscious, and they are implanted in her mind like a chip, and when she encounters it, it will automatically start the mode of endless loop.

She grinned, pinched the pen, and brought the scratch paper to him, inch by inch,

"What about this? And this? ”

Wherever the tip of the pen points to, there are crooked letters, not like her Chinese characters are graceful and tactful.

Song Wanqiao seems to be in a good mood today, although she has no expression as usual, but she finally answered her one by one.

During recess, the radio did not sound due to a line failure, and the classroom was boiling and tumbling like a kettle. Sugar cube was caught reading a novel in class last time, and went to the office to "drink tea" with honor.

Xie Chunhui, who was in the front row, raised the magazine in his hand and said to Zhao Minghao,

"Brother Zhao, come and see, come and see!"

"Lao Xie, what are you calling nonsense, let me tell you, the word 'brother' can't be shouted casually, especially when you shout it upside down!"

"Fuck off! Look at this female star, is she dressed coquettishly? ”

"What's this, when I marry a wife in the future, I will definitely make my wife dress more coquettish than her."

Jiang Lige supported his chin with one hand, listened to the unnutritious conversation for a while, and saw that Song Wanqiao was boarding the chemistry score, and grabbed it shamelessly, "I'll help you." ”

didn't wait for Song Wanqiao to refuse, she began to report the score, "Xia Xiaoyu 95, Cen Yan 93, Tang Huai 62......"

Seeing that he was staring at her and not moving, she urged, "Why are you stunned?" Fill it up! ”

Her voice is not very eloquent, but it is also Wu Nong's soft language and correct words.

After speaking, Jiang Lige continued to bury his head in turning the test paper, "Sugar cube 21, Da Xiong 99, Jiang Lige 33, Song Wanqiao 99." ”

"Hey, you're three times as good as me." She babbled shamelessly.

"Next."

"Oh."

When I read the last person, an uninvited guest came.

Cen Yan brushed his hair, stood in the aisle, and spoke shyly and expectantly,

"Song Wanqiao, can you come out for a while, I have something for you."

"No, you can't."

In front of the public, Song Wanqiao refused the girl's request without scruples.

Some people began to look here one after another, Cen Yan didn't grind hard, took out a letter from behind him and threw it on Song Wanqiao's table, raised his legs and ran away.

Jiang Lige guessed what it was at a glance, and his tone was slightly envious and naughty,

"Wow, love letters, there's a bunch on the table, right?"

Song Wanqiao glanced at her, "Do you like it?" ”

"I like what's the use, it's not for me."

Song Wanqiao took out more than a dozen scattered love letters and handed them to her, "Here you go." ”

"What?"

"Didn't you clean today?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"Oh."

"Oh what does that mean? What does my cleaning have to do with your love letters? ”

Song Wanqiao let go of her fingers, and those exquisitely packaged love letters were in free fall one by one, and they fell one by one.

Pink, sky blue, pure white, like snowflakes of different colors, fluttering one after another.

Jiang Lige hissed, this person, this person, actually treats other people's minds as garbage!

She deliberately made it bad and blinked, "I'll tell you, that Cen Yan, the grades are good, except for Xia Xiaoyu, she is the girl with the best grades in our class, and she is beautiful, you look at that long black and flowing hair, that beautiful face, which is mouth-watering, don't you really think about it?" ”

"Did you do it again?"

"Okay, I'll shut up." Otherwise, he would call her nosy.

But think about it, a pair of talented and beautiful women, beautiful couples, alas, it's a pity.

Song Wanqiao picked up the chemistry test paper and the score sheet, stepped over the ground and overlapped the eye-catching things, and did not forget to turn her head and tell her,

"Sweep it away!"