In the next few days, the head teacher didn't mention the matter of changing seats, and when she occasionally chatted with Chen Lan, she just guessed: "Maybe Feng Bin is studying how to 'fine-tune'." Then I felt nervous again, for fear that if he transferred us away, all my efforts would be in vain in an instant.

Fortunately, on Wednesday, I returned to the classroom after dinner and found that Feng Bin was already in the classroom, and a table was projected on the whiteboard, which was the new seating chart, and I immediately found Gu Nanxing's name, and then, I saw my name in the place next to him.

Thankfully, the head teacher didn't fine-tune us, and thankfully, I was his tablemate.

Jiang Luokui sat in front of Gu Nanxing, and behind me, was Shen Sirui. In the dark, the small group that played together in the first year of high school, although we haven't talked much in the past few months, but this time, we finally got together again. In front of me is a girl named Ding Xinyi, with good grades, doesn't like to talk, is thin, and has a somewhat thin body.

At the beginning of January, the snow fell, which also means that the winter vacation is also on the way to come, even if this year's winter vacation is later than usual, and it will not be released until the end of January, students are still looking forward to it day by day.

Every time there is a class meeting, and when there is an opportunity to educate us, the head teacher begins to repeatedly remind us of the tension of learning, about the time-critical "small college entrance examination" that will come in March next year, about the final exam, at the end, he will express his unease about our winter vacation study. At the end of class, the class is often very noisy, he waits at the door of the classroom when the bell rings, and then stands in the classroom for the whole class, this deterrent effect is very strong, except for the students who go in and out of the toilet, everyone else lowers their heads to write homework.

It wasn't until a minute or two before class that the teacher for the next class had already appeared at the door of the classroom that Feng Bin nodded to the teacher and left the classroom. However, there are exceptions, such as Feng Bin not only teaching our class, but also teaching class 11, so when he has to go to the end of class before class 11, he will not show up, and we can happily enjoy a good class time.

At noon, after Lin Chuanjin and I had dinner, we walked around the campus for a while, the short bushes on the side of the road that I don't know what their names were piled up with thick white snow from above, I stuffed my hands in, soft, fluffy, and felt very good, and then took out my hands, there was a small hole on it, and my hands were unusually cold, but this cold did not last long, and after a while, my hands would feel a strange warmth, and even hot.

I also looked into the cause of this warmth, and the result was that it was the result of the cold stimulation of the snow that drove the blood circulation. When the hand comes into contact with the cold snow, the skin is irritated, and the signal is transmitted from the nerves to the brain headquarters, and the brain quickly dispatches troops, and the blood in the blood vessels immediately flows to the capillaries of the hand. The flow of blood brings heat, and the hands are not cold.

It looked like it was terrible, but the consequence of doing this often was that I got chilblains, so I had to cover it with a glass bottle of hot water to try to get better quickly.

At this time, I looked at Feng Bin, who was standing at the door of the classroom, and suddenly had no desire to pour hot water. I touched my glass bottle, the water was still slightly warm, so I set it aside and did my homework.

The weather is really cold, ha, it is a white fog, my hands and feet are cold, at this moment, I began to miss the summer, even if I was hot and sweaty, even dizzy, but I still miss the next summer at this time.

The next class is geography class, this teacher is my type of person, I like to lecture and talk, and I start chatting all over the world, about ten or twenty minutes, and then I will return to the book again. For example, today, when she talked about the tropical rainforest climate, she began to talk about her and her husband's trip to Townsville, Australia, about the veritable food paradise, and about the beautiful scenery there, and then she finished talking about Townsville and started talking about Australia again. I've never been to Australia, but it sounds interesting.

We had a good conversation, and without taking notes, I put my cold hands in my pockets in an attempt to get some warmth.

"Do you have any places you'd like to go?" Gu Nanxing suddenly asked me with a smile.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Where you want to go, you want to go to Santorini." ”

"Greek?"

"That's right." I took my hand out and sighed.

He noticed it and asked, "What?" Are you cold? ”

"Nonsense, winter." I was about to put my hand in my pocket, but he grabbed my hand, frowned, and said, "You don't call it cold anymore, the temperature is not enough." ”

"Well, I'm a ghost." He wrapped my hand in his big palm, and the slightest warmth immediately wrapped around me, and I felt a little itchy, I don't know if it was because of chilblains, or because of something else.

He frowned and said, "Wear less, right?" It's so cold, tsk. ”

"I wear a lot, okay." I'm not lying, in winter, no matter how much clothes I wear, my hands and feet are always cold, I don't know why.

"Dress me in five dresses and five pairs of pants."

“？？？”

He grabbed my right hand and put it in his pocket, and my left hand put it in his own pocket, and I felt that my face was a little hot, not because it was hot, anyway, and then my hand slowly warmed up.

When I pulled it out of his pocket, I felt a little reluctant, and I was really ashamed.

And he smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, "Cover my hands cold." ”

I didn't answer, my heart pounding.

Ding Xinyi suddenly turned around and said, "I have a small hot water bottle, do you want it?" She looked at Gu Nanxing with some eagerness, Gu Nanxing's tone softened, and said, "No need, thank you." When she turned around, there was a little obvious loneliness.

Gu Nanxing then put his hand on the back of my neck with lightning speed, and I shrank up and looked up to meet him with a smile in his eyes.

"I covered you for so long, and now, it's my turn." His voice was low, damn good, damned.

And the geography teacher finally came back from Australia, back to the books, and began to talk about the tropical desert climate.

She said tropical desert climates tend to be hot and arid.

Well, it must have been too hot for her to describe, otherwise why would I suddenly feel so hot?