By the time they arrived, the classroom was almost full, and Ding Li was tidying up his things, and pieces of garbage were flying all over the sky and scattered in the aisles.

The noise and noise filled the entire classroom, and the place of study was decorated into a vegetable market with constant shouting.

Jiang Lige didn't immediately return to his seat, but went to the back row to help Fang Tang sort out his books, homework books and some odd and miscellaneous items.

Can...... How are these crooked books, mirrors, lipstick, and half of a moldy steamed bun that hasn't been thrown away for months different from what she imagined? Jiang Lige pondered for a few seconds, made up his mind, and was about to turn around and slip away, but someone grabbed him by the collar,

"Jiang Jiang, you don't love me anymore?"

Sugar Fang asked her pitifully, wishing she could squeeze out a few tears.

"Sister, you can open a flea market here." Jiang Lige shook his head helplessly.

"Oh dear, don't be disgusted, hurry up and work, there will be no time when the old class comes."

Jiang Lige pursed her lips and resigned herself to cleaning up for her.

After a while, after an easy cleanup, she patted the dust off her hands, pulled a tissue and wiped it as she walked to her seat.

Seeing that his book draft paper was folded in an orderly manner, and the desktop was clean enough to reflect the human figure, Jiang Lige was incredulous, and looked sideways at Da Xiong, "Have you changed sex?" Do you know that you cleaned me too? ”

Big Bear licked the lollipop, looked at her slyly, and said mysteriously, "You'll know in a moment." ”

Jiang Lige was surprised by what this person was selling, and the head teacher stood in the corridor and made a sonorous voice, "Hurry up, hurry up!" It's all out! Ten seconds to you, get in line! Start choosing your seat! ”

She didn't have time to ask any more questions, so she put her hands in her pockets and followed the crowd out.

After a long while, everyone finally lined up in order in the push and push. At this moment, for a poor student, it is like waiting for a punishment, but for an excellent student, it is really a vast sky and a blue sky.

In November, it was already late autumn, and winter was about to begin, and the bleak cold wind swept the empty corridor unexpectedly, Jiang Lige felt a trace of coolness, and couldn't help but clench his arms.

Sugar Fang chattered in her ear from a person, and she echoed in a few words, but her eyes were paying attention to the movements of the classmates in front of her, so as not to be unable to keep up with the team for a while.

Inadvertently, her gaze accidentally fell to the first row, and in the distance, Song Wanqiao's tall and straight back was reflected in her pupils.

He was taller than everyone else in the class, and standing in the first position, he couldn't hide his light.

But in this laughing and slapping crowd, the back is extremely lonely, like a sculpture, without staggering and without any emotion. In such weather, he only wore a thin black windbreaker, Jiang Lige couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ask him about Sanchun Nuan and ask him about the cold moon.

After a few minutes, the head teacher clapped his hands to silence everyone, cleared his throat, glanced at Song Wanqiao with a smile, and said loudly, "The first one, Song Wanqiao!" ”

Receiving the signal, Song Wanqiao stepped out of the high-altitude legs and stepped into the threshold, and disappeared into the corridor under the envious gaze of dozens of people. Jiang Lige looked in from the window, he chose the position against the wall on the south side, the fifth row, not forward or backward, impartial, just the best angle for the sun to shine in.

Of course, the last sentence is Jiang Lige's imagination, how can a person like her, who lacks the knowledge of the entire Pacific Ocean, know where the sunlight is coming in.

She retracted her thoughts and followed the previous person two steps, choosing that it was theirs after all, not hers, and it was useless to think about it.

"Hey! Jiang Jiang, look at it, big bear him, he ...... He actually chose the diagonal opposite corner of Song Wanqiao! ”

Fang Tang patted her on the back and screamed, Jiang Lige heard this, and slammed his hands against the window, staring in with wide eyes.

Sure enough, as Sugar Fang said, Big Bear sat firmly in the sixth row near the aisle.

She clenched her fists and lightly hammered down the wall, why was she so stupid, Song Wanqiao endangered his position and challenged his unchanged state for more than ten years, how could he give up, she should know that Da Xiong has never been a person who is content with the status quo.

With such a prey appearing, how could he let him get out of his control and not follow Song Wanqiao, who would he follow?

No wonder, no wonder he helped her pack her things, and suddenly inexplicably focused on changing seats.

But even more unexpected things are still waiting for Jiang Lige.

The long line slowly squirmed, and there were fewer and fewer people in the corridor, and finally, the head teacher called her name like picking a cabbage, "Forty-sixth, Jiang Lige!" ”

She calmed down, stood at the door and glanced around, fortunately, a seat in the big bear was still vacant, even if he had a little conscience, he didn't forget to take her with him wherever he went, so he didn't blame him for moving his seat at will.

Hey? It's really strange, there is no one in the position next to Song Wanqiao, it doesn't make sense, he is handsome and has good grades, and the people who want to sit at the same table with him don't say that they are flocking to him, and they won't be bleak.

it, it's her business!

She walked quickly across the podium and frowned at the sight of the scene in front of her. What's going on? The stool next to the bear was missing, and he couldn't even see his legs.

Wait, these things on the table in front of him, hers?

Conan's stationery box, the big white glass, and the old godmother she usually uses to nibble on steamed buns are all standing there.

Da Xiong waited for Jiang Lige to approach, his hand went around the table and grabbed the corner of her clothes, raised his eyebrows, raised his chin forward, and said with a smile,

"The place is occupied for you, and the books are also placed for you, sit down!"

This intention couldn't be more obvious, let her sit next to Song Wanqiao.

"I ...... "sit on your uncle!!" She couldn't help but want to burst into a foul mouth, glanced around, and took into account that the others were there, shrank her head, and stopped her mouth in time.

And she said! Why is no one sitting next to Song Wanqiao? It turned out that this product was for her to occupy the position next to the house.

Seeing her standing still, Big Bear motioned to her, and his eyes motioned to her: Sit down!

Jiang Lige tried to break his hand and leave, and gave him a look: Get out! Don't sit!

The big bear refused to let go with a dead face, and smiled evilly: Sit!

Jiang Lige: No!

Big Bear bared his two rows of white teeth and said silently: You have no choice!

Jiang Lige was crazy, and persevered to break the hand of the big bear, and warned him with vicious eyes: let go of the claws!

In this way, you went back and forth for a while, Jiang Lige still couldn't break free from the corner of her clothes from the big bear, she was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she wanted to press the big bear to the ground and hammer it regardless of it, but reason told her that she couldn't.

"Hurry up the students in the front, don't grind, the students in the back are still waiting!" Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, the head teacher urged loudly.

Jiang Lige accepted his fate, bit his lip, and sat down beside Song Wanqiao with his eyes closed as if he had been hollowed out of most of his body.

But Song Wanqiao seems to be ignorant of everything that happens around him, he doesn't care who his table mates are, just like he doesn't care if there will be a bright sun tomorrow. Just looking out the window and watching the geese fly south.

I don't know why, Jiang Lige is a little afraid of Song Wanqiao, although they don't have any contact, but some feelings will always break into the heart at a certain time, in a certain place, for no reason.

Of course, Jiang Lige would not have expected that she would sit for the rest of her life.