Chapter 82: You Won't Regret It

Jiang Huaining left the physics teaching and research group on the front foot, and the topic about him unfolded among several teachers in the next second.

"Good students are different, if there are problems in learning, they don't need the teacher to point them out, they all know how to worry, and they are willing to take the initiative to find a solution to the teacher's help."

The teachers who were grading their homework stopped what they were doing and joined the discussion.

"Alas, if all the students in my class are like this, I won't worry."

"What is Jiang Huaining's ranking this time?"

"I've already seen it at Xiao Du, and he is ranked twenty-first in his grade, and he is close to a perfect score in physics."

"Hey, physics is a bit difficult this time."

The words of several teachers made Du Yigang's heart flutter, he took a sip of the tea on the table, leaned back, leaned back on the chair, and said with Yourongyan: "The results are really good, but the language is dragging its feet, and his arm has not recovered well when he took the exam." In language, there are many words to be written, and it is understandable that the play is abnormal. โ€

The leader of the physics teaching and research group is a male teacher who is over fifty years old, and Du Yigang smiled so much that his eyes narrowed, and he slowly said a fact.

"Just. Jiang Huaining's results, you won't stay long in class eight, and the Osaiban will come to ask for someone, believe it or not? โ€

As soon as these words came out, the smile on Du Yigang's face disappeared.

However, he couldn't refute it.

What they say is the truth.

According to the convention, I will not be assigned again until the second and third years of high school. Individual students with outstanding grades do not have to abide by this dead rule, and the head of the grade will make an exception for letting people enter the Olympiad class.

Jiang Huaining scored in the top 30 of his grade this time in poor physical condition, and his next performance may be even more surprising.

There is no doubt that Jiang Huaining is a good seedling, and he is Qu Cai in the eighth class.

This thought turned around in his mind, and Du Yigang sighed lightly, mixed blessings.

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"Jingle bellโ€”"

The bell rang for the evening self-study, and seeing Jiang Huaining coming in from outside, he sat in his seat indifferently, picked up a brush and brushed to write the question, as if nothing had happened, Lu Zhu wanted to speak and stopped.

She wanted to ask, did you really go to the teacher and talk to him? Did the teacher agree? What do you say? The teacher doesn't suspect anything, does he?

These questions were all in her mind, and they turned faster and faster, making her scratch her heart and lungs, and she had no intention of doing the questions.

She even made up her brain, could Jiang Huaining not go to the teacher at all, he just went out to the toilet......

It's so annoying, she shouldn't let go of her consent and regret it.

Jiang Huaining threw over a paper ball as if he heard her heart. Lu Zhu was startled, and hurriedly opened it, only to see a scribbled question written on it-

[You won't regret it, will you? ใ€‘

Lu Zhu's fingers were closed, and the crumpled note turned into a paper ball again, which she stuffed into a drawer.

She didn't reply to him.

Jiang Huaining saw her actions and frowned, what does this mean? You don't really regret it, do you?

It's useless to regret it, he has already said it, and the teacher has already agreed.

Before leaving, he cheekily mentioned Shen Huan's request to the head teacher. Du Yigang was in a good mood, and agreed to him without saying a word.

Jiang Huaining lowered his eyes and hooked two multiple-choice math questions, thought about it, and threw a ball of paper over.

As soon as Lu Zhu calmed down, the paper ball hit the tip of her pen with a snap, and she had to stop and unfold it. This time it was a more messy handwriting, in which several words were joined hand in hand and were about to fly, showing that the person writing had put pen to paper very quickly.

[JHN: The old class agreed.] ใ€‘

Lu Zhu pursed her lips, if she didn't reply, would he keep throwing notes over?

She picked up her pen and replied with three words below: [Got it.] ใ€‘

Pinched it into a ball and threw it back to him, Lu Zhu lowered his head and continued to write the question, his palms were hot, he was sweating, and he was about to lose his grip on the pen. I just had some ideas to solve the problem, and my mind was blank at the moment.

Jiang Huaining is annoying.

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After the second evening self-study class, Du Yigang personally took the new seating chart to the classroom and printed two copies, one in the middle of the lectern and the other on the blackboard for everyone to see.

"Use the ten minutes between classes to quickly change my seat and don't delay the next self-study."

After giving the order, Du Yigang left with his hands behind his back and let them make trouble.

Zhang Ying hugged Lu Zhu, buried her face in her arms, and said reluctantly: "I'm going to separate from the perch, I don't want ...... I'd like to be at the same table with you. โ€

Lu Zhu also hugged her and patted her like a child: "It's okay, come and play with me anytime after class." โ€

Zhang Ying feigned anger: "The perch has no heart, and he is not reluctant to give up on me!" โ€

Lu Zhu couldn't laugh or cry.

A figure flashed in the afterglow, and Lu Zhu looked at it, it was Shen Huan, like a monkey, jumping on the podium with a brisk step, tiptoeing forward.

Shen Huan's eyes moved quickly, he found his name, and then saw that Jiang Huaining was at the same table, and looked up to the sky and laughed.

He rushed to Jiang Huaining's seat, hugged him and shook him: "Good brother, I usually don't treat you well in vain." โ€

"Get out."

Jiang Huaining made a numb face and ruthlessly pushed him away.

Shen Huan took care of himself: "Lao Jiang, I know that you have a knife mouth and a tofu heart, you are the best for me, your love is like a mountain, it doesn't move, but it is endless." โ€

Jiang Huaining was disgusted, and his two eyebrows frowned towards the center of his eyebrows.

Shen Huan blocked Lu Zhu's sight, she turned her head to look at Jiang Huaining and asked him, "Where am I sitting?" "There were so many people on the podium that I couldn't get in at this point.

"Don't worry, I'll help you move the table later." Jiang Huaining said.

"Oh."

Shen Huan lay on Lu Zhu's table: "It's really fateful, let's get together again......"

Jiang Huaining thought Shen Huan was an eyesore, raised his eyelids, and said lightly, "You don't have to clean up your things?" โ€

Shen Huan immediately straightened up: "Oh yes, yes, it's about to ring the bell." โ€

After speaking, he walked back, put the scattered books on the table in order, and when he saw Gu Cheng moving the table, he asked casually: "Brother Cheng, where are you sitting?" โ€

"Move one group to the left, then one row forward."

Gu Chengsan placed his desk in twos, folded back and picked up the stool with one hand, and threw it away, and he didn't bother to help the stool fall to the ground.

He went around to the front to help Lu Zhu move the desk, and before he could walk over, he saw Lu Zhu standing in the aisle with his schoolbag in his handbag, Jiang Huaining picked up her desk and turned around and put it in his original seat.

Jiang Huaining's seat did not change much, it was still the fifth row of the third group, but it was slightly shifted to the left, and he sat in the middle, with Shen Huan on the left and Lu Zhu on the right - their group was made up of three desks.

Gu Cheng's eyelids trembled, the tip of his tongue licked his dry lower lip, and strode to the podium to look at the seating table.

His own seat was told by someone else and he hadn't seen the new seating chart.

When he found Lu Zhu's name, he naturally saw the name of Jiang Huaining next to her, Gu Cheng sneered speechlessly, the two of them were really sitting together.

There was a "bang" behind him, accompanied by Lu Zhu's low shout, Gu Cheng turned his head in shock.

In the noisy sound of the chaos, Cheng Jingyuan apologized one after another: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ......"

Jiang Huaining had just put Lu Zhu's desk, Cheng Jingyuan came back to move the stool, was bumped, stepped on Jiang Huaining's foot when he stepped back, he avoided it to the side, and accidentally knocked over Lu Zhu's water cup with his hand and smashed it to the ground.

Cheng Jingyuan hurriedly put down the stool, picked up the cup that rolled to her feet, and unexpectedly found that water was leaking.

"It looks like it's broken." She turned the cup around and found two obvious cracks, a trace of chagrin flashed between her eyebrows, she raised her head and said to Lu Zhu, "I'll compensate you for one, right?" โ€

Lu Zhu waved his hand, and just as he wanted to say "no", he heard Jiang Huaining speak: "It's none of your business if I get rid of it." Then he reminded, "It's class." โ€

The teacher in charge of this class came, and Cheng Jingyuan didn't have a chance to speak again, so she picked up a stool and returned to her seat.

Lu Zhu had no objection to Jiang Huaining's handling of it, she didn't intend to let Cheng Jingyuan pay compensation, and she didn't mean to. Of course, it is not Jiang Huaining's fault.

"Be quiet! Which class do you listen to like yours? โ€

The chemistry teacher is the head teacher of the next class, and he is usually quite kind, but after sitting down for two minutes, the class has not quieted down, and he is really annoyed.

I don't know who answered: "Teacher, we are changing seats." โ€

"Mouth-tuned?"

Li Zhengfei swept his eyes angrily, and the class was suddenly silent.

In the end, it is the head teacher, no matter how good-tempered he usually is, there will be no less majesty.

In fact, the tables and chairs have been moved a long time ago, but everyone has changed to a new table and is in the restless stage, and it is inevitable that there will be more words. Seeing that the teacher was angry, the students were obedient and no longer gossiping.

Lu Zhu took a deep breath and struggled to adjust to his new seat. It's not that she didn't share the same table with a boy before, but when this boy became Jiang Huaining, she felt awkward everywhere.

In the final analysis, it is because his every move is too strong for her.

Lu Zhu buried his head low and began to sort out the books.

There are more and more books, and it is difficult to pick them up, so she uses the book stand, which is more convenient than before, but it is not good at one point, and it will stagger when she touches it.

Finally tidy up, Lu Zhu took out the unfinished math paper, and as soon as his left arm was raised and put on the table, he touched Jiang Huaining's elbow, and the bones were hard and hard, like sharp stones.

She felt like she had been stung by a bee and quickly retracted it.

His gaze moved to the left, and seeing that Jiang Huaining was nothing unusual, Lu Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Huaining's desktop is clean and tidy, no need to spend time tidying up, a stack of textbooks, a stack of information books, there are several folders pressed on the reference books, which contain the volumes of each subject, and the subject labels are pasted on the side, which is clear at a glance.

Unlike her, the scroll is always tucked into the book and rummaged around when she needs to use it......

Jiang Huaining tore off the corner of the scratch paper, pressed it with two fingers, and wrote a line of words on it.

Lu Zhu didn't read the words clearly, he just wanted to say: It's really terrible, how to do it, the same table is still inseparable from passing notes.

Jiang Huaining propped his cheeks with one hand, turned his head to look at her, and tapped the note with his slender fingers, signaling her to hurry up.

[JHN: I'll bring you a water cup tomorrow, don't refuse.] ใ€‘

[Ly: What? The words that follow are unrecognizable. ใ€‘

[jhn: No, allow, refuse, absolute.] ใ€‘

The neat four words, stroke by stroke, horizontal and vertical, are like the font of a primary school student who has just learned to write.

------Off topic------

Report to the teacher, someone has thrown a note here!! [Raise your hand.]