On Monday, the head teacher announced again that she was going to change seats, and Jiang Xiaoning dragged me to the corner of the wall, saying that she wanted to find a secluded corner and take the time to knit a scarf for his little brother. Yes, spring March weaving scarves.

I looked at the secluded position in Jiang Xiaoning's mouth, behind which was the garbage can, and in front were Liu Ziyang and Yuan Wenyuan. Yuan Wenyuan, Liu Ziyang's little follower, nicknamed Yuan and Yuan. Because his name is combined with his figure, it is easy to think of the adjective round and round.

Jiang Xiaoning and I were in the original position, He Keren and Gu Shasha were already sorting out the books. Wang Yinan's position in front of him was empty, because he still hadn't come to class, no one was there, and no one was embarrassed to take his place without his consent.

Liu Ziyang sent me a note, saying that he felt that the relationship between He Keren and Wang Yinan was not ordinary, and I didn't reply, because what he said was right, but I didn't want to admit it. Every time she jumped out and said that she wanted to ease the relationship between me and Wang Yinan, I felt that she was showing off her power with me. Yes, I remembered the bloody scene in the idol drama again. And put those bloody plots on a few of us. My fox friend and I are angry with my boyfriend and his childhood sweetheart, but there is nothing we can do about it.

Jiang Xiaoning began to indulge in knitting scarves, and the wool he chose was a somewhat sullen pink. I told her that at her speed, it would take June and July to finish weaving this scarf, and at that time the college entrance examination was over, it was hard to say whether they had a future, and even if they had a future, if Mi Rui was willing to wear a pink scarf to swagger through the market, I Li Xiangxiang's name would be read upside down.

Jiang Xiaoning, who was addicted to love and couldn't extricate himself, turned a deaf ear to my advice, and every day he held a knitting book to study what pattern to design for that scarf.

Maybe I don't like it enough, I think that between me and Wang Yinan, I have become calm enough, and even the least greetings are pitiful.

Soon, the school hired a new physical education teacher, surnamed Shi and Mingguang. It is said that he is the nephew of the principal, a top student of a sports school, and his sprinting performance is so proud that he can enter the provincial team, and his family feels that the athlete's career is too short to force him to become a physical education teacher. From the first day of his internship, he didn't let a single teacher take our PE class for any reason.

It was the first physical education class of the last semester of our high school career, and time ordered everyone to go to the playground to run, girls in front, boys in the back, run ten laps, and whoever fell behind was punished for doing 20 push-ups.

My "good friend" came as promised. Jiang Xiaoning found that my jeans were red, and in time she wrapped my white coat around my waist, dragging me to ask for leave with time, and at the same time counting me to forget such a big thing. And insisted on telling time that she would accompany me to the supermarket at the door to buy "bread".

I guess I haven't had a girlfriend yet. Otherwise, how could he not understand that the girl said that she was going to buy bread, not the bread she was eating.

Jiang Xiaoning soaked with him for a long time, but he still insisted that we finish our run and then go to buy bread. Jiang Xiaoning was speechless, I suddenly felt very funny, and as soon as my stomach was forced, it was accompanied by a warm current, and I couldn't laugh in an instant.

I said, "Teacher, my stomach hurts, and if you don't let him go, I'll be bleeding like a river."

After all, although he is a teacher, he is also a young man who has not graduated from college. My words of blood made him start to be overwhelmed. Jiang Xiaoning gave me a thumbs up, he must have thought I was a man.