His own conditions are good, but he used to always hunchback with his chest and back, and his spirit can be said to be basically non-existent, but now it is different, his back is straight, his posture is straight, and he sees that everyone is neither humble nor arrogant, and he puts the clear young man's face in the sun.

There is no change in his face, what has changed is something in his bones, and these changed things have crossed a layer of light for his whole person, not to mention those girls, sometimes Si Yan can't control his gaze, he always feels that the young man flashed in the crowd, even if he can see him through the crowd.

This attention should go beyond the normal boundaries of a teacher's concern for a student, and he feels a little bit of a headache.

……

There is no concept of who is the most handsome and who is the school grass in Chixiao's world, and the only concept he insists on is to try not to cause trouble to Si Yan within the scope of what he feels can be tolerated, so his reaction to the sudden appearance of a bunch of love letters in the desk is to take them all out and throw them into the trash can behind him, without even looking back at it more.

It's a bit too much to spoil other people's girls' hearts like this, but I don't know why it's a little cool to watch inexplicably.

In order to alleviate the relationship between Chi Xiao and Han Bo, Si Yan transferred the two of them to the front and back seats, this position is more subtle, the distance is very close, but it is not like the same table must have communication, the two sat in front of each other and did not say a word, until today Han Bo suddenly looked back curiously.

Chixiao had just finished throwing the last one, and when he looked up, he just happened to catch up with him.

"Huh......?"

Chi Xiao tilted his head to the left, expressing his doubts in the most 'friendly and harmonious' way.

Xing Hao didn't understand the meaning of this action, but Han Bo suddenly blessed his heart, and the brief moment of the collision understood what Chi Xiao meant, and said a few words in a trembling voice: "Class 3." ”

After saying that, he immediately turned around, his shoulders still trembling slightly, and he was really frightened.

Chixiao's first reaction was not to make fun of him, but to feel that Si Yan said that he should live in harmony with Han Bo, and this requirement may be a little difficult to complete, he is too lazy to worry about him, but Han Bo is afraid of him now.

With him sitting in the back, this person didn't dare to hunch over in class, staring stiffly at the blackboard, but compared to the previous lowness, he may have more or less forced some knowledge points in his mind.

It's a good development, right?

The choir competition was a month later, which was quite a long time, but for the students who had to stick to the last position of the 'average score' at the same time, the practice time was squeezed out of their teeth.

Fortunately, none of the students in the class have any special hobbies, and no one has any opinions on being squeezed out to practice singing during recess, but this level is still a problem.

Compared with the third class that can form a complete band, Lin Fen is the only one in the first class who can sing a song well, and for other students, what tune is completely non-existent, and they should be grateful to Dade if they can barely find the right rhythm.

In such a situation, Si Yan, who has the best singing level in the class, must follow the whole process, and immediately carry the triangle board back to the first class after finishing the class in other classes, turn on the computer, and teach the students to sing in a race against time.

Such an intense and exciting life lasted for a week, and finally after a day of self-study class, Si Yan successfully broke his foot......

Evening self-study.

Chixiao helped him back to the dormitory, and although he tried very hard to endure it, he still couldn't help but burst out into earth-shattering ridicule-

"It's not that I said, you're overzealing."

The ancient god of war broke his foot or something, if he could return to the Nine Heavens in the end, he would be ashamed to dance Zhu Xiantai again, right?