Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 754 - The Most Romantic Thing
"Well, you're right."

Wei Ze laughed loudly, "I also heard someone talking like this just now. How about, let's go around and listen."

Zhao Xiang looked at Ren Yuan and pulled Wei Ze.

"What are you pulling me for?" Wei Ze slammed Zhao Xiang's hand away, "If you don't go, I'll go... Hey, you're crazy!"

"No," Zhao Xiang avoided with a smile, pouted at Ren Yuan who was not far away, "What are you talking about, the squad leader is looking at you."

"The monitor looks at me, the monitor sees..." Following Zhao Xiang's gaze, Wei Ze smiled and scratched his head, "Hey, the monitor is really here, I thought Zhao Xiang was joking."

"En." Ren Yuan responded, glanced at Wei Ze, looked at Zhao Xiang, and pulled Wang Ningning forward.

"Huh," Wang Ningning was stunned, and hurriedly followed, "They are going to listen to what Jiang Xiangyang and Wen Yiyi are talking about, why don't we go together, why don't we..."

"Today's words are a little bit." Ren Yuan said calmly, "If they listen, isn't it the same?"

"Ah? Oh!" Wang Ningning glanced back, and then turned his head again, "Yes, what you said makes sense. Wei Ze's big mouth will definitely come to the classroom to say it later, I almost forgot. You are still smart."

Ren Yuan smiled and remained silent.

In fact, she is not smart at all!
She just didn't want to see Brother Xiangyang and Wen Yiyi standing together, seeing it made her feel panicked!
This time, I'm afraid, hope is disillusioned again!

I couldn't help but sighed heavily in my heart.

Sure enough, when she returned to the classroom and sat down, picked up the book and flipped through it casually, Wei Ze came back.

Wen Yiyi scored 678 points in the test!
2646 points higher than No.32!
Except for the 98 points in history, the other five subjects are all full marks!
The moment she heard the news, Ren Yuan thought that she would cry from sadness, but in the end, she just stared out of the window in a daze.

It wasn't until Wang Ningning at the same table pulled her arm vigorously that she also came back to her senses.

When I looked up, I found that the Chinese teacher had already walked to the podium, and quickly stood up and shouted "stand up".

In a Chinese class, she didn't know what the teacher was talking about.

He didn't listen to a word, and his mind was constantly bombarded with the news from Wei Ze.

Later that day, she stared out of the window in a daze for a long time. Finally, she stood up, walked out of the classroom, found the head teacher, and asked about the No.1 grade in the school.

The head teacher told her excitedly that she was the fourth in the school this time, only 3 point less than No.1 and 2 points less than No.6.

She pulled out a smile, is No.1 in the whole school still Wen Yiyi from Class One (1)?
The teacher in charge was startled, then laughed again, yes, it's still her!
She listened, nodded, turned and walked out.

The head teacher's voice came from behind, you are already very good, come on, the teacher believes in you, and you will be better in the future.

She paused, lifted her foot and walked out.

after?Where is the future?

This midterm exam is the only chance!

And her grades are not as good as that person after all!

Frustration, an unprecedented sense of frustration, overwhelmed her in an instant, making her feel helpless and uncomfortable.

A person ran to the dormitory and stayed for a long time, wanting to cry, but found that no tears came out.

How could she be inferior to that Wen Yiyi?
Disappointed!

Looking at the electronic watch in his hand, it has been 15 minutes since class.

She hesitated for a while, sat up, walked towards the door, took the washbasin to the faucet at the door to catch the water, washed her face, then locked the door of the dormitory, and walked towards the classroom.

Turning onto the main road in the middle of the campus, she hesitated for a moment, then walked straight west. When passing by the classroom of Class 1 ([-]), she looked into the classroom through the open window in the back row at a distance of three or four meters. past.

Young female teacher is standing in front of the blackboard and writing on the blackboard.

The female teacher, she knew, was a Chinese teacher in Class 1 ([-]) of junior high school. It is said that she graduated from Jingyun Normal University last year. She was young, beautiful, liked to laugh, and spoke standard Jingyun Mandarin.

But their Chinese teacher is a rough man in his 30s and almost 40s, who speaks the authentic dialect of Huangji Town!

Ren Yuan snorted lightly, is it true that the best resources are given to Class 1 (1) of junior high school, so their grades have always been the best, so Wen Yiyi has always been the first in the school, even the first class of junior high school ([-]) The average score of the class seems to be the highest among the six classes.

She always thought that what the teacher in charge said was right, that there was no difference between their grades in the first grade of junior high school, and that they were evenly distributed based on everyone's grades.

Now it seems that she is too naive.

"Okay, the correct answer has been written on the blackboard, let's move on to the next question," the young and beautiful female teacher turned around with a youthful and beautiful face, "This question is a bit difficult, it is not a poem in our textbook, Chen Fang will answer it .”

Their language test paper in the midterm exam?
Ren Yuan paused again, Chen Fang?

I couldn't help but looked around the classroom again, and met a pair of eyes inadvertently.

Wen Yiyi? !

Wen Yiyi sitting by the window!

Just now, she leaned against the window with her arms propped up, but at this moment, she turned her head and looked at her!

The moment their eyes met, she seemed to see Wen Yiyi suddenly smiled at her.

Delusion?
Ren Yuan was startled, blinked his eyes lightly, and looked at Wen Yiyi again. Under the fluffy bangs, smiling eyes were looking at her, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly.

She seemed to see the little dimple on Wen Yiyi's mouth.

Ren Yuan was slightly taken aback, looking at the past so not too close, suddenly found that Wen Yiyi is actually a girl with outstanding looks!
But, at this moment, Wen Yiyi, shouldn't she be listening to the class very seriously?

Why did he suddenly turn to look at her?

Does Wen Yiyi remember her?
Or, are you provoking her?She fell behind her again?

Ren Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the person by the window calmly, only to find that the person had turned his head away.

It turned out that I thought too much.

Ren Yuan lowered his head, looked at the road under his feet, shook his head, smiled wryly, yes, he thought too much.

How could a girl like Wen Yiyi remember her.

Except for the mid-term exam last semester, they met once and said a few words, and brother Xiangyang was also present at that time.At other times, they had never met each other, just like seeing Wen Yiyi, she would immediately avoid her eyes, or walk around.

Never had the chance to meet again, to speak again.

"Well, this poem is Du Fu's poem, excerpted from his..."

A loud boy's voice came from the classroom.

Ren Yuan inadvertently turned his head and looked into the classroom of Class 1 ([-]) of junior high school, and saw a familiar figure, a sunny boy in dark green clothes.

Chen Fang?

Ren Yuan smiled lightly, and raised his hand to wipe the hair that had flowed past his ears.

Chen Fang!

The boy who read Luohua, the boy who called her a tomboy.

Inadvertently, I suddenly saw something flying out of the window of class one (1) in junior high school, flying towards me.

(End of this chapter)