"Well......" Xu Yil replied in the same sentence as before.

This kind of answer made Xie Yisi a little discouraged, thinking: It seems that he still doesn't want to pay attention to me, or stop talking about the topic, it's really embarrassing.

The break after the morning reading was not long, and soon the bell for the first period was ushered in.

Xie Yisi, who had been sitting in the chair, looked at the children who were rushing in, and was a little depressed for some reason.

At this time, a child came over, he looked at Xu Yile, and stretched out his hand: "The pencil is broken, I want a new one." ”

Xie Yisi, who thought that the little boy would be rejected, looked at the next scene in amazement.

"Pay attention next time, be careful with it." Xu Yile said, taking out a pencil from the pencil case on the desk at some point, and handed it to the boy.

The boy took the pen and said a little arrogantly: "Thank you." ”

Xie Yisi looked at the boy's back and felt familiar, as if it was from their group, called Xu Jingyi.

He likes little kids? Xie Yisi muttered suspiciously in his heart.

In this lesson, Xie Yi thought about the spirit, and he had been drawing some cartoon clothes in his own notebook.

"You like to draw?" The voice of Xu Yil came to his ears.

Xie Yisi didn't stop writing, and returned without raising his head: "Don't count, it's hot for three minutes." ”

Xu Yile didn't answer, and after looking at it for a while, he suggested: "If you have a talent for design, it should be good if you persist." ”

After drawing the last stroke of the clothes, Xie Yisi looked up at Xu Yile: "Design? No one has ever said that. ”

"Now someone has said it." Xu Yil returned.

Xie Yisi seemed to see a slight smile on his face - hey, he wasn't cold.

"Xu Yile, what hobbies do you have that you are interested in or know?"

After hearing this, Xu Yile looked at the teacher who was lecturing at the front, and the counselors on the other side;

Then he took out a notebook from the drawer and wrote some words on it.

"The sound of our speech will affect the teacher's lecture, let's still write" "I'm interested in a lot of meetings, what kind of do you want to ask?"

A bit too much? Xie Yisi couldn't help biting the head of the pen, and after thinking about it, he wrote: "Is there anything in art?"

After writing it, he handed the notebook back to Xu Yile.

"Drum kit, singing." Xu Yil quickly wrote down two words.

Wow! After Xie Yisi saw these two words, he sighed lightly to show his surprise, but then thought of another layer:

Why do I always like to look for abuse, I used to ask people which school, and now I ask what they will do;

Look, I don't know these two at all, and my singing is out of tune, let alone a drum kit......

Xie Yisi, who realized his insignificance again, was no longer ready to talk; I think it's better to draw steadily.

However, this reaction was seen by Xu Yile, but it had a different meaning.

After all, it's not a class by yourself, and the time is not as long as it is on weekdays; Soon, the bell rang for the end of class, followed by the bell between the big classes.

Xie Yisi, who was about to get up and organize the children to go downstairs, was stopped by her aunt who didn't know when she appeared behind her: "Little bit." ”

"Huh?" Xie Yisi stopped moving forward and turned around.

"Now you go to the bottom of the stairs on the first floor and distribute the white chalk, chalk and erasers there to the classes." The aunt continued:

"Call Xu Yil along, and I'll help you bring the children here."

Xie Yisi nodded and walked to Xu Yile not far away: "Aunt asked us to go to the first floor to get chalk and erasers and distribute them to each class." ”

"Well, let's go." Hyelel replied.