Tao Yao came last with Chen Hong, her screen was originally leaning against the window, and her seat was also facing the window on the outside, so she came in through the corner door, and would not bump into the man sitting there, Tao Yao silently took books and pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and sat in the screen, only Chen Hong in front of him could see all of them.

But I don't know if it's a coincidence, Tao Yao's seat is facing Chu Ping's seat across the screen, only through this thin screen, as if you can see it by turning your head.

Tao Yao recognized him at a glance, and from the gap between the two screens, he could see his fair side face.

Tao Yao's heart tightened, I don't know if he will also see himself, how can he explain it?

In this class, after Chen Hong talked about it, everyone's interest in the one on the other side of the screen was obviously greater than the mathematical algorithm in Chen Hong's mouth. Everyone probed their brains to see who was on the other side of the screen.

Chu Ping was obviously close to the water building, but he didn't squint in a class, only stared at the book in Chen Honghe's hand, and didn't turn his head to look at the screen next to him.

Tao Yao sat on the side of the screen, looking at Chu Ping, who didn't listen to anything outside the window and only read the books of sages, and felt more and more that this person was serious and interesting.

Tao Yao was bored, flipped through the two pages of "Sun Tzu's Sutra" in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and felt that it was better to go back to weaving than to learn this.

Chu Ping and the students were working hard to write a book, remembering the algorithm that Chen Hong had just talked about.

Chen Hong took the book, walked up to Tao Yao, and asked her in a low voice, "How is it?" I'm going to be more simple today, and you might be able to follow along. ”

Tao Yao smiled awkwardly: "It's okay." ”

Chen Hong nodded with satisfaction and said to everyone: "Today's hall test, I will solve the twenty-eighth 'things do not know the number' of the next volume, and you can leave the hall after writing." ”

The hall was silent, only the sound of turning books, Tao Yao also twisted her eyebrows and turned to the twenty-eighth volume of the second volume of "Sun Tzu's Sutra", looking at the top that said, "There are things today, I don't know how many of them." Three or three count, two left; Five or five count, three left; Seven or seven counts, and there are two left. Q: Geometry of things? ”

The pen in Tao Yao's hand froze, and when he looked to the side, Chu Ping, who was sitting beside him through the screen, was writing hard, and he wrote the answer after a while.

Tao Yao leaned sideways, wanting to peek through the gap in the screen, but he never thought that Chu Ping, who was concentrating in this class, seemed to notice the peeping mind of the person next to him at this time, and actually raised his sleeves to cover up the answer sheet.

Tao Yao was so angry that she gritted her teeth, tilted her head to look at him, but saw that Chu Ping was annoyed, so she simply got up and handed in the answer sheet first.

Tao Yao: ...... I shouldn't have come today.

Chen Hong took it and looked at it, nodded and smiled at him with satisfaction.

Chu Ping made a gesture and turned around, intending to go back and pack his things and leave.

But he didn't think about turning around, looking up, facing the resentful eyes of Tao Yao on the upper screen, Chu Ping's whole person froze.

He never thought that he would meet Tao Yao here again.

Her small figure sat behind the wide desk, her eyebrows were delicate and small, and the two flying fairy buns were obliquely inserted with the steps of two colorful butterflies and flying flowers, playful and smart, and Chu Ping's heart was inexplicably filled with endless warmth.

Perhaps, she has not yet abandoned herself, and she is still willing to come to see herself.

But looking at her resentful look towards herself, Chu Ping suddenly remembered Fang Cai's own action of not letting her see her answer, Fang Cai's joy was fleeting, and her heart suddenly pinched: It's over, it's over, this time she is afraid that she should be angry with herself again.