Tomorrow is the midterm exams, and tonight we have to set up the exam room. Of course, the seating arrangement needs to be adjusted.

According to the arrangement, the left row of the third group will be joined by the fourth group.

Lin Haiyuan and they are now in the fourth group, which means that there will be one person in our group who will sit on Lin Haiyuan's right side in the next two evening self-study and morning self-study, and there will be no aisle!

Of course, I wish this person was me, but alas, no. I had been sitting at the podium, and I had to move my desk to the last row during the exam. I could only watch from behind, and Liao Jie and Lin Haiyuan became temporary table mates.

I really want to change places with Liao Jie, but it's too troublesome, and I have to take the midterm exam, so I don't want to make a mess for people everywhere.

But I kept thinking about it in my heart, and I didn't want to give up hope, so I half-jokingly said my wish after school in the evening—

"Lin Haiyuan, I envy Liao Jie so much, I want to sit with you. You say, why don't I switch places with her? ”

"Huh? No! ”

Unsurprisingly, he refused.

Sure enough, he still won't show that he has a lot to do with me like this. There were three of us when we walked with him every day after school, and not many people knew about it. But if I had gone to sit with him, it would have been different.

At this time, the president quipped: "Lin Haiyuan, you agree, wishful thinking." ”

Lin Haiyuan said——

"No kidding."

I think the president has a deep meaning when he says this, and he is not just joking with me and Lin Haiyuan. Listening to him, I always feel that he smells of jealousy—as if a wife says to her husband, "Just look at your beauty!" "Of course I'm not a beauty.

Thinking about it like this, I felt a little relieved that the president was jealous. The president knew that Lin Haiyuan was not interesting to me, and he would definitely not agree to me sitting with him, so he joked with confidence, anyway, no matter what he said, Lin Haiyuan would not agree.

That's probably the only two I can come up with. Like a person, there are so many thoughts, and you have to think about things that are big here. I wonder if the president will be like me, who will analyze the thoughts contained in the words and deeds of others at any time.

After the exam in the morning, the president came to our class early to find Lin Haiyuan.

Today he wore a pair of glasses, and the black and white frame was simple and atmospheric, adding a bit of scholarly atmosphere to the president.

In autumn in the south, the temperature difference is a bit large, and even in November, it is still a little hot at noon. He wears a white shirt, a black waistcoat, and black trousers. This dress is a bit similar to that of a waiter, but it seems that he is very energetic, simple and generous, and very thin. It's the first time I've seen him wear it like this, and I think he looks pretty handsome.

"President, why are you here so early? Aren't you reviewing for a moment? I asked him.

"What's there to review? Not just those things. ”

He looks confident, and he deserves to be a top student.

"So, President, shall we have a chat?"

"What are you talking about? What is there to talk about? ”

"I don't know, you can talk about anything."

"There's nothing to talk about."

I'd like to talk to the president, but he doesn't seem to have anything to talk to us about today.

"Are you revising your English? What kind of tutorial book are you reading? The president came over and asked me.

I told him the title of the book.

"How many books do you have?"

"I bought every textbook that went with it."

"Show me a copy." He said.

I handed him a copy.

At noon, when we left the classroom, the president said to me—

"Yi Yin Fei, the summary of the test points on the first few pages of your book is good, can you lend it to me this afternoon?"

"But I'm going to read this book today." I replied.

"You can just tear out the first few pages and give them to me." The president said.

I was taken aback-

"Tear it off? How does this work? ”

"Why not?" He asked, confused.

Oh my god, he's not kidding, he really wants me to tear up the book and lend it to him, and he doesn't think it's anything weird.

How could he make such a brazen request in such an ordinary, calm tone? What kind of person is this? When ordinary people borrow something, they hear the owner say that they want to use it themselves, don't they all say that they don't need to borrow it? Why did he not only continue to ask me, but even asked to tear up the book? What is even more strange is that he himself does not seem to see anything wrong with such a request. What the hell is going on?

I couldn't accept such words for a while—

"Of course you can't tear a book. If I say no, I can't. ”

"Lend it to me." He also tried to ask me.

"No way!"

He finally gave up.

Although I was adamant in my refusal at first, it didn't take long for me to relent.

After saying goodbye to them, I walked alone on the road and thought, "The president wants to borrow it so much, and it doesn't seem good that I don't give it to him, after all, we are friends who walk together every day." The test points on the first few pages of the book can also be found in the main text, and it is nothing to lend him. It doesn't seem impossible to tear up the book, as long as it is bound and then clipped back into the book. ”

I stood in the middle of the road, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to tear the book off and lend it to him. So, I turned around, turned back to the classroom, grabbed the two English tutoring books that were within the scope of this exam, and walked out again.

Back in the house my family rented next to the school, I tore out the first few pages of the two books and bound them.

In the afternoon, when I came to school, I went to Class 6 on purpose.

Finding the place where the president was sitting, I walked up to him—

"President, here you go!"

"What?"

"Look, I tore off the summary of the test points you wanted, and I tore it off for you."

"Thank you." He just said lightly, and his expression didn't change.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed with his reaction. How can it be said that people also deliberately tore up all their books in order to lend him things, why didn't he even have a happy reaction? I did this in the hope that he would be happy.

Did he really think it was a reasonable request for me to tear the book down and lend it to him?

It occurred to me that the president seems to be a person who likes to make requests to others.

I remember that when he saw the chocolate I gave Lin Haiyuan, he also asked me directly.

Forget it, anyway, I didn't lend him the information to make him thank me, so don't worry about it so much. I think.

I turned around and left Class Six.