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At the end of the four classes in the morning, everyone also had a new understanding of Fan Yihang.

A guy who scored an unprecedented high score in Chinese and a perfect score in mathematics is actually in their ordinary class!

In just one morning, the entire Seventh Middle School knew that Fan Yihang was not only a "face genius", but also a real "genius".

If usually only girls from other classes would come to Fan Yihang's class to probe their brains, then now even the boys have squeezed their heads to drill at the door of the class, and they can't drive away.

Of course, some of these people came for the results of Fan Yihang, and wanted to see real people; And some of them are just gossiping about him, who is the guy who sold out the envelopes in the school supermarket.

These people came in high spirits and returned in disgrace.

Shaking their heads one by one: "I don't have to mix it, I don't have to mix it......"

Luo Weiwei sat on the chair, her feet clamped on the table, looked at the congested classroom door and then at the guy next to her who was still writing the college entrance examination mock paper, and sighed twice: "Fan Yihang, you are really a water-based poplar, look at you, our class is congested!" ”

Fan Yihang continued to write the question as if he had not heard it, and was not at all moved by the crowd of people at the door who wanted to take a look at him.

Deadwood!

Luo Weiwei shook her head, feeling that only she could stand his sullen temper, she was really great, saving the classmates in the class from fire and water. Whoever shares the table with him will have to suffocate to death!

However, such days are almost over, and there is no class from the head teacher in the morning, so there is no talk about the seat transfer.

Thinking of this, Luo Weiwei didn't have the heart to bend Erlang's legs, put her legs away, and took advantage of the lunch break to lie on the table and sleep.

If there's anything upset, just get some sleep!

However, she usually falls asleep as soon as she touches the table, but she turns her head around, and she can't fall asleep in any position.

"Hey." She simply didn't sleep, her head rested on her right hand, and her left hand poked Fan Yihang's arm.

Fan Yihang ignored her, and the pen in his hand didn't stop.

She said directly: "Maybe you have to change positions after playing the basketball game, as a table mate for the past few weeks, what do you have to say to me?" ”

Fan Yihang finally stopped writing, but his eyes did not turn, paused, and he said in a casual tone: "Study hard." ”

Luo Weiwei was stunned for a moment and frowned: "What about this?" ”

She was responded to by silence.

Depend on!

This person may not want to share the table with her for a long time, but she still feels extremely ...... I couldn't bear it.

Luo Weiwei, Luo Weiwei, when will you not be sentimental?

The school radio rang out: "Athletes from all classes participating in the basketball game are invited to gather in front of the rostrum in the playground." ”

Luo Weiwei was annoyed by Fan Yihang's attitude, and with a cold snort, she called the four people in the women's team to leave.

When Song Ningyuan ran in from outside the classroom, Luo Weiwei had already left, and when he met Fan Yihang, who happened to stand up, he hurriedly walked over and said, "Let's go, Fan Yihang, let's gather on the radio." ”

"I see." He paused and said, "Go first, and I'll come at once." ”

"Okay, don't be too slow." Song Ningyuan left first with the other three people.

Fan Yihang walked out of the classroom door and walked towards Grandma Liu's office with his feet raised.

……

The broadcast collection is mainly to draw lots to determine the opponents and order of the game, the order of men and women is different, Luo Weiwei drew the team of the next class, Song Ningyuan and they were more miserable, and they were drawn to a class with two members of the school basketball team.

"Why did you get to class six! Depend on! Song Ningyuan was so angry that he kicked the rostrum.

"Don't worry, Brother Yuan, don't we have a voyage? The last time he played with Shen Ducheng, he almost won, Shen Ducheng's ball skills you know, the teacher in charge of the school team chased him and invited him to join the team, but he didn't advance. ”

Song Ningyuan heard this, feeling happy for a while, and irritable for a while.

He really gave Fan Yihang a good chance to be in the limelight!

"By the way, what about others? Didn't it mean that it would come soon, but what about people? Song Ningyuan asked with a frown.

"I don't see it...... Ah, here it is. ”

The crowded crowd automatically moved out of the way, and everyone whispered: "That's Fan Yihang of the second class?" ”

"Why did you come? The lottery is all drawn. Song Ningyuan complained, but also got down to business: "Our class was drawn to Class 6 in the first round, and their class has two school basketball teams, so this game is not easy to play." Moreover, I heard Sister Weiwei say that your foot is injured? ”

Fan Yihang had already put down the hem of his school uniform and covered the white bandage that circled his ankles, so he couldn't see it from the outside.

He said nonchalantly, "Minor injury." ”

"It's out of the way, right?" Song Ningyuan was a little worried: "Otherwise, it's better to change people?" Anyway, there is no personnel requirement for this. ”

Fan Yihang looked away and hesitated, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a boy talking to Luo Weiwei, the boy was very sunny, wearing the uniform of the school basketball team, and he looked like a sunny boy.

Fan Yihang glanced at it, and his eyes sank.

"Why is that guy talking to Sister Weiwei?" Song Ningyuan also saw it, and frowned unhappily: "One of the two school teams in Class 6 I told you is him. ”

"I'll get on." Fan Yihang said suddenly.

"Huh?" Song Ning was far from reacting, Fan Yihang had already left.

Song Ningyuan scratched his head, looking at Fan Yihang's slightly straightened back, and always felt that Fan Yihang's sentence "I'm on" had a bit of gunpowder.

Is he too sensitive?

Luo Weiwei had just rejected the suggestion of "I can let you have a boy in your class" from the boy who had handed her water in the gymnasium last time, and when she looked up, she saw Fan Yihang walking past her expressionlessly, as if she didn't see her at all.

Thinking of her mention of changing to the same table, Fan Yihang's face was indifferent, and now that she is even more sure that she is making herself amorous. Fan Yihang doesn't like her at all, but she has a crush on her, she's really miserable......

……

On the other side, Fan Yihang ran into Qin Qianqian on the way back, and Qin Qianqian shouted to him with a bright face.

"Fan Yihang, I need more advice from you in the future!"

Hearing this, Fan Yihang glanced up and down at her without any emotion, with a little puzzled ending, "Huh? "Yes.

Qin Qianqian retracted her raised eyebrows, resumed her gentle and peaceful smile, and said, "I just went to the office to take a look at the results, I am second in my class, and we will be at the same table in the future." ”

She didn't do well in the math test this time, but fortunately, Yu Hongwei, who had been in front of her, completely failed the test this time, so she barely retained the second place.

The old tradition of their class is to arrange seats according to their grades, and the first place is seated with the second place, so after changing places today, she will be at the same table as Fan Yihang!

Since Luo Weiwei is at the same table as Fan Yihang, the two of them have become acquainted, so can she!

However, Fan Yihang looked at her with a complicated look and said, "I'm afraid not." ”