The last class in the morning ended, and the students came out of the teaching building, and Song Xiaoni, Li Wenfang, the head of the room, and Zhao Yingying walked out with the flow of people.

"Let's go there and cool down in the shade, blow the wind, and rest." Song Xiaoni hung her head and looked listless, pointing to the lawn on the side of the road with her finger.

Everyone didn't object, they didn't want to speak, so they walked straight over, sat down, and put their bags on the lawn.

The head of the room looked at Song Xiaoni and there was something wrong,

"Xiaoni, are you alright? You're positive and upbeat every day, and that's not like you. ”

"Director, I'm fine." Song Xiaoni was very grateful for the concerned gaze of the head of the upper room,

"It's just a bit of a headache." One hand casually tossed at the weeds next to it. It seemed that the lawn had not been mowed for a while, Song Xiaoni simply lay down, chewing on a weed in her mouth, squinting at the sky, not knowing what she was thinking, and she didn't even notice that Xiao Muhe was sitting down next to her.

There are also Chen Xiao and a few boys in the class, who sat down together, and everyone sat in a circle so casually, not in a hurry to eat, and chatted wantonly.

"Xiaoni, what are you thinking?" Xiao Muhe took off the weeds in Song Xiaoni's mouth and looked down at her, due to the close distance, Xiao Muhe could even see the fine fluff on Song Xiaoni's face.

Song Xiaoni followed the sound and looked over and saw that Xiao Muhe's face was full of light, very gentle,

"Thinking about my high math, my high school life."

"I'm okay in high school, if you need to, I can help you tutor, so that you don't have to lose the face of our fellow countrymen." Xiao Muhe said seriously.

Originally, looking at Xiao Muhe's gentle appearance and listening to his first half of the sentence, Song Xiaoni was very grateful in her heart, but as soon as she heard the second half of his words, Song Xiaoni couldn't be grateful.

"Hmph, Xiao Muhe, I won't lose the face of our fellow countrymen." Song Xiaoni closed her eyes and didn't bother to look at him.

Xiao Muhe looked down at Song Xiaoni and smiled, she was now more relaxed in front of her, more vivid, not as restrained as before.

"Hey, Xiaoni, I'm serious, if you fail the high math midterm exam, I'll help you tutor."

"Xiao Muhe, you crow's mouth, you still say, bah, bah, I will definitely pass the high math midterm exam." Song Xiaoni opened her eyes, sat up, and glared at Xiao Muhe, almost touching his nose.

Xiao Muhe touched his nose, but he was happy, this little girl is still a little superstitious, in her hometown, if she hears or says unlucky words, three unlucky words will be invalid.