The wind in late summer is blowing, and this season is no longer as hot as August, and the sweat is gone without any stickiness.

In the classroom, the sound of chalk strokes on the blackboard floating in the air.

"Lin Mo."

Sheng Lu stood on the podium, one hand pressed on the edge of the podium, the chalk fell on his fingertips, and the other hand pointed his index finger at the girl in the center of the podium,

"From the future, we will be one of our 4th Division 8th Division."

"Welcome to everyone!"

Pa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-

A rather sparse clapping sounded in the classroom.

Lin Mo raised his head and saw more than 40 tables in the huge classroom, lying down and writing questions, lowering his head and memorizing words, calculating madly on the draft paper.

There are very few, and I can obey the welcome applause from the head teacher.

The head teacher was not embarrassed either. He seemed to have been used to it. He turned around the classroom and finally stopped in the corner of the last row beside the window of the classroom. He patted Lin Mo on the shoulder and pointed to her the two empty positions there.

"You...well, you can sit in the last seat in this row first."

He raised his arm and pointed along the side of the two small rows of side by side by side by side by side by side without facing the wall.

There are two empty seats in the last row of the classroom by the window, but the one in the corner is obviously someone has occupied the base, and the empty table on the other side is full of books.

As soon as Lin Mo looked over, he heard the classroom, which had not had much noise, suddenly burst into sniffles.

It seemed that at the same moment when Sheng Lu pointed her in that position, many students who were practicing the questions stopped writing and looked up at her.

Lin Mo didn't know why everyone suddenly noticed her, and was a little panicked. He lowered his head and turned to the head teacher's direction and asked in a low voice.

"Is it... the last row next to the corridor..."

"Teacher Sheng!" A girl with ponytail sitting in the middle of the classroom suddenly raised her hand and said,

"Didn't that empty seat be acquiesced to prevent others from sitting there?"

Her tone was quite arrogant, and it was obviously not her place. Lin Mo turned his eyes and looked at the girl.

Suddenly I found that it looked familiar.

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the trigger message seemed to finally ignite in the classroom, and it suddenly exploded and was talking in a low voice. Lin Mo remembered that the girl seemed to be in the next class with her in junior high school.

Sheng Lu obviously noticed the girl's words and pondered for a moment. The silence of the head teacher made Lin Mo suddenly feel a little scared of that position, like an abyss, and stepping into it was about to be doomed.

"Well...Lin Mo, please go over and sit first."

“Anyway,”

"I'll be transferred after the first monthly exam."

Sheng Lu didn't say what was mysterious about this location. Lin Mo nodded, walked towards a corner of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

The classroom was in an uproar, and almost no one was doing the questions. They looked up and glanced at Lin Mo toward that position. The boys mostly looked at Lin Mo himself, while the girls were more hostile.

Yes, it's hostility.

Some people even whispered,

"Yeah... Why did Teacher Sheng make someone sit there..."

"...I clearly said that I didn't sit at the same table with others."

"The male god is unhappy, what should I do if I transfer to class..."

...

Lin Mo walked to the desk full of books and put down his schoolbag. The thick stacks of books in front of him were neatly arranged, even the same colors were similar and classified into the same category, as if someone deliberately organized them like this. The book with the cover of the top color was very thick. Lin Mo looked at the big white characters on it, and his pupils were slightly wrinkled-

Electrical and Magnetics

The top book of another stack—

Advanced Mathematics

Lin Mo: “…”

Is this...a Olympian here?

In the second year of high school, students have started to participate in the Olympic Games. The fourth and eighth part are the first experimental class of science in the second year of high school. It is not uncommon for students to appear in the Olympic Games.

Seeing that no one got up and took the books away, Lin Mo took up the cardboard box under the books and placed the books on a table near the corner of the balcony. He thought that if it was someone's book, he would probably take it away after class.

She returned to her seat and opened the hole in the table. There were no books in the hole. She placed a box of national flag pencil boxes. The pencil case had no lid, and rows of black neutral pens were neatly shaped inside.

The other box is also an outrageous neutral pen, but the color is red.

Lin Mo held the two boxes and put them on the corner table with two dozen yellow post-it notes from the table, close to the books she moved over. After moving these things, she sat down in front of her desk.

It was obvious that someone was looking at her.

Lin Mo raised his head and saw the girls who were heading forward several rows along the corridor, all looking in her direction.

"Okay." Sheng Lu knocked on the podium, signaling everyone not to look around anymore.

"Be ready, the first class is about to be held."

The person who was watching her in front turned around instantly, Lin Mo put his schoolbag into the hole in the table, rolled his eyes at the class schedule, and took out the Chinese textbook.

The moment the book was placed on the table, she casually looked at the table next to her—

There is nothing above, clean,

There is only one pencil case with the same flag placed near the wall.

Inside is a row of black neutral pens.

There is one, half used.

The existence of a little bit of objects shows that the table is not an empty space. The clean-wiped tabletop and the regular signature pen seem to imply the owner of the desk's very rigorous and meticulous personality. Lin Mo turned around and heard the class ringtone ringing in his ears. The Chinese teacher entered the classroom with a water cup holding the textbook.

"Attend class--"

"stand up!

"Hello teacher--"

"Hello, classmates."

"Please sit down!"

...

The bell rang, the classroom became quiet, and the wind outside blew the rustling leaves.

Class has begun,

The owner of the desk has not appeared for a long time.

Chinese class is very boring.

I have long heard that science classes can make Chinese teachers angry to death, especially those who do not listen to lectures in class, and they are all trying math, physics and chemistry questions. What is even more crazy is that these unpredictable "crazy puppets" can get far behind other classes in the final exam, which makes the Chinese group dare to be angry at Class 8 of the fourth and eight of the fourth and dare not speak out.

In the first semester of the second year of high school, they learned ancient poems, and the whole book was required to be recited. The holiday homework clearly marked that the entire book should be recited using the holiday time to facilitate the teaching progress of this semester.

The Chinese teacher held the textbook and raised his hand to check the memorization of a row of classmates.

The air condensed in the classroom in an instant, and no one wanted to be drawn, but the Chinese teacher had long been desperate about the four departments. It would be better to check according to their mood,

So he pointed to the row outside the window.

The classmate who was not drawn did not hesitate to pat his chest and said, "Fortunately it's not our row." He stopped trying the physics and chemistry questions in his hands, and looked at the row that was named, gloating.

Even in the top science class, I can't escape the law of "one pen and one miracle on the last night of summer homework". All written homework is created, let alone memorizing the text step by step during the holidays. This row is basically full of boys, one after another,

If you are better, you will stand up at the moment, lower your head and look at the first paragraph quickly, and you can remember how much you can. If you don’t care, you should stand up slowly from the seat, press your fingers against the textbook that you haven’t even opened, and say,

"Not cared."

The Chinese teacher was almost so angry that he pinched people.

Lin Mo's seats happened to be in this row.

The boys could not recite it, and most of them would laugh out loud. Everyone was thick-skinned and didn't care. When it was Lin Mo's turn, the Chinese teacher's patience had already been exhausted, which was really too bullying. Seeing the girl in the last position lowering her head, the Chinese teacher slowly stood up from her seat, and the textbook in front of the table was still spread out.

The anger suddenly came up. She had no impression of this girl at all. Thinking that she probably never spoke last semester and had average grades, which made people unable to remember.

The book in his hand fell heavily on the podium and began to get angry at Lin Mo.

"I can't learn it yet!!!"

The sound of cheering in the class suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the Chinese teacher, and saw her pointing at Lin Mo on the podium, angrily scolding,

"Close the textbook!"

Lin Mo closed the book.

The Chinese teacher asked, "I haven't memorized it before, right?"

The boys who were also standing in front all turned to look at Lin Mo, thinking that this girl was also very pitiful, and she was yelled in the first class on the first day.

The rest of the class were waiting to watch the show.
To be continued...