In the family listening to the rain, my brother has always been a scholar-level existence.

A lot of the time, listening to the rain was spent in a blur, until the third grade of elementary school, she seemed to like math.

"The result of the last big question is 1, who did it right?"

At this time, there are naturally several outstanding people who raise their hands. At this time, Tingyu also slowly raised his hand, but heard a burst of laughter.

"Copyed, huh?"

"Absolutely"

The teacher also looked incredulous.

But these did not affect listening to the rain at all, after all, what complex thoughts can there be in the 7-year-old head?

Therefore, the mathematics of listening to the rain played steadily and quickly, without the slightest impact.

In junior high school, listening to the rain seems to have come to an understanding, if you work hard, can you be as powerful as your brother?

Later, listening to the rain is like being enchanted, and the thirst for knowledge is extreme.

Because Tingyu's grades in primary school were not very good, when he was in junior high school, he was assigned to class five.

For Tingyu, she didn't know what it meant, and she didn't have any emotional fluctuations.

And her table mate was the same table as she was in elementary school before.

When Wang Yun was in the sixth grade, he was eleven years old, and for children who were about to enter puberty, little girls were always attractive and made people want to bully.

In his eyes, listening to the rain is always dirty, and most importantly, she is still his tablemate.

Therefore, I just don't want to give up my seat to her, and every time I see that the teacher is coming and she can't get in, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

But after many times, seeing her aggrieved appearance, she seemed to be very uncomfortable, and she was very irritable.

"Hurry up and get in"

Seeing her pitifully appearing in front of him, her classmates and teachers all watched, and Wang Yun almost shouted out when she said this.

There were times when she stood pitifully like that, bowing her head without saying a word, which was really annoying.

"Let you in!"

As he spoke, Wang Yun stood up, but listening to the rain, he was still pestle.

Suddenly, she jerked her head up and cried with a "wow". I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, the Chinese teacher came over, and she usually just saw that she was about to go to class, and she hadn't entered the seat yet, so why did she cry today?

"He, he, he ,..."

"Teacher, Wang Yun didn't let Tingyu go to the inside position to sit"

The child next to him saw that the rain couldn't speak, and kept hiccups, so he shouted.

Wang Yun was also very aggrieved, and he didn't know where the grievances came from, so he ignored the teacher, but shook his head.

"Let's go inside!"

It looks particularly cold.

"Wang Yun, be polite to your tablemates."

After saying this, I saw that Wang Yun didn't speak for a while, but fortunately, listening to the rain, Wang Yun had already sat on the stool in an orderly manner, and started the class time.