On the way back to their seats, they touched other people's desks one by one, as if they were browsing through artworks.

The third row by the window is Tong Bo's seat.

There was a pile of books on the table, which was expected to be a very high camp for the class, a little messy and stormy.

The table top has been repaired to the point where it is unbelievable, pitted, and a little scarred.

"Why don't you straighten out your pigsty?" Words of hatred and disobedience, with a slight disgust.

Zheng Ying at the same table, with short ear-length hair and white skin, is a little unhealthy, but she is the girl who has the most crushes except for Wang Ru.

Tong Bo, who is already a general, once questioned deeply whether this tablemate had leukemia or something.

At that time, his perception of leukemia was white blood, and his skin was like Zheng Yingru's, which was the symptom...... Moreover, I have to get a needle every week to stay alive.

"Won't you help me straighten it out?" The tone of the arms and fingers is like a habit created a long time ago.

"You're crazy, when the breakup is rotten, I'll straighten it out for you." The lady rolled her eyes, didn't bother to speak, took out the textbook, and didn't even look at him.

Tong Bo smiled slightly, lazily slumped in his seat, and looked sideways, what a wonderful side face, you at the same table.

The classmates continued to return to the lecture hall, and they all felt that they were real, but some of them could not remember their names.

"What's the matter, on Monday, sigh one by one, where did you go on the weekend?"

Mr. Language, short and fat, wide-rimmed glasses, speaks in a stern tone, but is usually very kind, and is a special Xixi.

At the same time, she is also the head teacher of Class 57, leading this year's top class.

No one in the class replied, and the classmates were not stupid.

What should I do, bury my head, in my small universe, it seems that the world is stopped.

"Qian Gang, is it cool to smoke?" It's like being reluctant to talk to no one.

was preparing to sleep with his classmates, so he had to stand up and was refuted by the whole school, which shows that his mood is also very poor.

I can't answer this, as soon as Mr. Yu speaks, he must be talked about to death.

"The whole school is famous, congratulations sir, ......"

The voice is still declining.

Jingle Bell ...... The class bell sounds.

Mr. Language's tone was suffocated, and he didn't say anything more.

"Class!"

"Stand up!" The squad leader shouted.

"Old ...... Division...... Good......! "Exhaustion, on and off.

"Let the eggplants beat them all? Shout again. "Contains anger.

"Sir, so ......!" After all, it was a little tidy, and there was a crisp shout that led the class to the air, making the tone of the friends suddenly rise.

"Fellow students, please be seated."

Mr. Yu looked at Tong Bo for the first time, with a plain look, not thinking too much, just thinking about him when he ate too much and became mentally ill.

"Open page 21 of the Chinese textbook......"

When she herself opened the book first, and then looked underneath, almost all of them hung their heads, only the back of their heads, and no one looked up.

Except for the first few rows under the podium, the only seven or eight classmates opened the book with her guidance.

Another classmate of Tong Bo by the window suddenly discovered his heart and knew that he would graduate in three months, and wanted to put down the butcher's knife and come back to the right way.

But it's only been three minutes, Tong Bo can't stand up, and he is very familiar with the equipment, so you can watch it again, it's really hard to see it.

I didn't close my eyes all night last night, and I was excited at midnight, so I went to sleep as usual.

As for further education, let's talk about it again.

Find the page that is not wiped with snot, not dirty, and black between the fingernails, and press the side with fewer pages along the hard rubber edge, so that the book will naturally open to both sides and spread it on the table.

The skull is buried in the book, the neck is level with the edge of the desk, and the arms are placed in the pocket of the desk.

"Purr...... Snoring...... "The greasy breath is very clear in the quiet lecture hall.

Mr. Yu looked unhappy when he heard the voice.

It's not your fault to sleep, but it's negligent to sneeling.

"Hiss......" In his sleep, Tong Bo gasped, and the soft flesh on his waist seemed to have been twisted eighteen times by pliers, pinched carefully, and it was sour.

Blurred eyes.

The page was soaked with saliva, like paste, and when I touched it, my face was all over and sticky.

Zheng Ying's disgusted eyes let Tong Bo know that she was ruthless.

But there was another look that made him dare not go crazy.

Mr. Yu glanced at him with a sense of warning, and then continued to teach.

I couldn't sleep, so I turned the book a few more pages, found a clean paper, leaned my head, put my left face on the paper, leaned back on my buttocks, and lifted the stool up, as comfortable as I could.

Zheng Ying's immature face, no powder, clean and white, without a single flaw, such a delicate face, but it is too white and clear, and it is not healthy.

"You're sick, aren't you?" The lady was annoyed by the staring, and took the time to hang her head to make notes, her brows were furrowed, and her eyebrows were twisted together, which was quite a "cold finger to a thousand people".

"It's not as usual." Muttered.

Life is like a dream, and once again, there is still no facility to become an advanced junior high school student, relying on a righteous character!

Sleep for half a section, look for half a section, and therefore, the bell sounds.

"Class."

"Old ...... Division...... Again...... See. "A few responses from the morning star, messy.

Mr. Yu only glanced at the crooked protégé, sighed silently, and left.

This class is one of the few classes she has not delayed.

After class, except for the classmates who went to the toilet, the rest of the people lay down on the table for the first time, sleeping, and pregnant a few top students in the first few rows under the lectern.

In the first class of Monday, the general mood waned.

The lecture hall seemed quiet, much quieter than the class.

Remove the yawn, unintentionally have a heavy stool moving sound, "poof", "squeak" tugging.

Affirming that some classmates sat uncomfortably and were too lazy to get up, so they used their legs to prop up the stool, pressed the strength of their buttocks on the stool, and twisted the stool up, and walked with the feet of the stool.

Or if a classmate is kneeling on the table, and his buttocks have pushed the stool far away, and he is about to fall to the ground, he will use his hand under the crotch and drag it forward, so that everyone will stand up, and the sound of the stool feet clashing with the earth is extremely loud.

Tong Bo fought with his eyelids, and he had already been lying on his stomach for the first time.

The excitement of the whole night drained his spirit, and his body was so soft that he collapsed on the table like a noodle.

Within three minutes, the clean album was stained with water.

Zheng Ying turned his back to him, put all his left arms on the table, used them as pillows, and put his head on top of them, quietly resting.

Hearing the snoring of the familiar habits, he was not bothered, and was stared at indignantly during the usual class, and sat up and pestled on the stool for a while.

The faint afterglow was skimmed to the table where he was sleeping sweetly, and the sticky saliva made people look disgusting.

But the stormy camp seemed to collapse at any time, either sliding down the table with a hula or smashing on his head, making Zheng Ying frown slightly.

Without saying anything, he leaned over and brought the thick stack of books in front of Tong Bo to his desk.

Smooth out the folded albums, press the rolled up papers, one by one, align them on all sides, and carefully tidy them up, so that the stack of books looks new.

I took out a few smaller exercise books and placed them neatly on top of the textbook, so that they looked pleasing to the eye.

Quietly returned the book.

Time is good, and the class bell rings.

Outside the door entered the frugal Mr. Physic.

Her home is near the house, and when she speaks, she always drags out the tone of the last word, and occasionally waits for the last sentence to be finished, and the next sentence is the first, and it will suddenly break, as if swallowing.

Her classmates nicknamed her "Hypoxia".

In these days, it was very popular for protégés to live at the husband's house, eat and sleep and make up for classes, and only go home on weekends.

Mr. Physics's family has seven protégés, each of whom has to pay 700 yuan per month, and Li Lao and Zhao Hao are also in her house.

The bell ended, and at a glance, they were all behind their heads, and they didn't say anything about the lack of oxygen.

"Class."

"Stand up." The squad leader's voice was not high, and his breath was weak.

The classmates stood up intermittently, depressed, and their voices were uneven: "Old ...... Division...... Good".

There are also a few classmates, as if they have fallen into a deep grade of sleep, and they don't even bother to stand up, including the pregnant child.

The lack of oxygen did not pay attention, and waved his hand to the podium, indicating that his classmates were seated.

Then, he taught the lecture first, and did not ask anyone to respond, and only asked the protégés who were really listening to the class, as long as no one dismantled the stage.

Even if Yunyun's brief appeal is in her lecture hall, there is rarely a time when she can get her wish, except for this class on Monday.

……

As soon as I woke up, I didn't know what the sea was talking about, and my face was sticky, as if it was stained with 502 glue.

The whole page of the book was crumpled, as if it had been washed with water, and it was dried again, almost sticking to the skin of the face.

The day is three feet high, and the noisy air around makes Tong Bo know that it is the end of class.

He opened his eyes vaguely, and the newly looked camp on the table was neatly placed in the front, making the corners of his mouth rise slightly.

Zheng Ying nearby was not in her seat, she should have gone to the toilet.

I remember that after graduating from junior high school, she went to the second middle school, and the two never contacted each other since.

It wasn't until I was in college that my friends had mobile phones, and at the same time, WeChat was bulging, and I was able to experience QQ to increase WeChat close friends, so I got in touch with her again.

Looking through the partner circle, I knew that the lady had found a male partner, and shamelessly asked others what level of development it had reached.

The lady's reply made Er's heart feel cool and cold, and he felt resentful that he had slept with his wife.

"I've gone out and stayed."

In the eyes of Tong Bo, who has a love affair plot, this lady is not chaste if someone takes a blood, so she said a little unpleasant words under her emotional generosity.

Later, although the two had another exchange, they had a little more sense of life and understatement.

Reversing his thoughts, Tong Bo quietly looked at the empty seats nearby and muttered, "Thank God." ”

With her hands folded and her head looking up at the sky, the white ceiling was as chaste and immaculate as her table today, and if I had to bring a little stain on her life.