After everyone's seats were all adjusted, Cheng Mengfei asked everyone to bring all their books and things over, stood on the podium and watched, and picked out a few people to make adjustments.

Some of them are indeed not very suitable for height, and some are actually not that big of an impact, but this is not important. What is important is that after the student chooses the position and has a deskmate, as a class teacher, he must make adjustments, otherwise how can the authority of the class teacher be reflected?

Fortunately, Cheng Mengfei didn't like to mess around, so he only adjusted four or five people. Everyone had sorted out the things. She stood on it and looked at it, and smiled and said, "Did you have fun during the summer vacation?"

After getting along for the past year, most of the students in the class liked this young, beautiful and unpretentious head teacher. After hearing her questions, many people answered in a verbal way, most of them answered "happy", and some people shouted "unhappy!" and even loudly.

Cheng Mengfei asked with a smile: "Why are you unhappy?"

The maverick is Yang Xiao. He probably didn't expect that Teacher Cheng would ask himself, and all the classmates in the class also saw it and fell down. He said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't seen Teacher Cheng and his classmates for two months. I miss you so much, so I'm not happy."

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and Cheng Mengfei also laughed: "Now I got what I want, are you happy?"

Yang Xiao had never spoken to Teacher Cheng like this. He was always shameless and had a little blushing and said repeatedly: "Happy, happy."

Cheng Mengfei smiled again and said, "Our average score in the final exam is a little more than that in Class 1, ranking first in four key classes, and of course the first in the school. However, the gap is very small. Now that Shen Mo has transferred to another school, there is a top student missing in our class. I hope that the students can study harder and make up for the scores lost by Shen Mo's transfer. Do you have confidence?"

"have!"

Regardless of whether there is or not, I will shout it first.

"good!"

Cheng Mengfei nodded with satisfaction, "Everyone hasn't met on a holiday, so there must be a lot of things to say. I'll make an exception today and allow you to write notes openly to contact each other... What do you think you don't say anything, I don't know what you are doing?"

"Especially, your Fang Chang'an, as the squad leader, takes the lead in violating discipline and slowly deal with you."

The students let out a burst of laughter from low to high, from unbearable to open. Wang Ke also covered his mouth and laughed, turned to look at Fang Chang'an, and Fang Chang'an returned a vicious look. Unfortunately, the little girl came back and was no longer afraid of him.

"Remember, the first class is the first class, and the second class is the first to prepare my homework for me. Don't talk, don't affect the students in other classes reading. Fang Chang'an, please watch it for me, especially to control yourself and set an example."

Fang Chang'an saluted: "Okay, Teacher Cheng, I promise!"

Cheng Mengfei nodded and said, "Liu Bei will take over as the study committee member. You must cooperate with Fang Chang'an and Zhang Lu to serve our classmates and lead everyone to make progress together."

Liu Bei was a little surprised, but he nodded and said, "Okay Teacher Cheng!"

Zhang Lu was even more surprised. She didn't expect that Teacher Cheng would mention her with such poor grades. Although she knew that she could not help, Teacher Cheng's name at this time was undoubtedly to take care of her face as the deputy class monitor. She felt warm in her heart and a little ashamed. She thought that she was really sorry for Teacher Cheng because she had such poor grades.

"Then I won't disturb everyone's exchange of feelings, let's study for yourself."

Cheng Mengfei left the classroom, and a sound of paper flipping immediately sounded in the classroom, and even someone could make a brushstroke sound.

Fang Changan didn't care who it was, and said angrily: "Why did you write a word so much? Do you think you are Zhang Xu?"

"ah?"

Zhang Xu, who was always honest and dull in the corner, raised his head in a daze, "Squad, squad leader, what's wrong with me?"

"I didn't say you, I'm talking about the calligrapher Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty, the Saint of Cursive."

"oh."

Zhang Xu was embarrassed to lower his head, and another burst of laughter broke out in the classroom. Fang Changan also laughed and said, "Okay, okay, don't laugh anymore, be quiet, don't make it difficult for Teacher Cheng to do it."

The teacher publicly said that it was rare for students to read carefully the notes, and everyone was willing to understand Cheng Mengfei and soon became quiet.

Fang Chang'an was only at a time when he had time to look at Wang Ke. His long black hair was still tied into a ponytail and tied casually behind his head. His upper body was a white short-sleeved T-shirt with English letters printed on it. He had willow eyebrows and almond eyes, pure and bright, with a slender neck, milky white skin, and his side face still looked immature and tender, but he could see the outline of the bright and beautiful girl in the future.

Wang Ke noticed his gaze, turned his head to look over, his delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and handed over a questionable look.

Fang Changan smiled at her, took out the ipod given by Shen Mo from the table hole, and handed her a headset. Wang Ke recognized this different from Shen Mo's one, opened his eyes wide in surprise, and handed it over to her questioning eyes.

Fang Changan was a little speechless. He first gave her the headphones, and then took out the notebook that was not full last year to write to her: "Do you still want to communicate with me with your eyes?"

Wang Ke glared at him angrily and asked, "Did you buy it?"

Fang Changan replied frankly: "Shen Mo gave it to you. This thing is so expensive, so how can I afford it?"

Wang Ke glanced at him and wrote on the notebook: "Oh."

Fang Changan replied to her with a smile: "I feel guilty for not buying me a gift? It's okay, I didn't buy it for you, it's even."

Wang Ke glanced at him, wrinkled his nose, and no reply.

Fang Chang'an continued to write: "Shen Mo didn't give you a gift, right?"

Wang Ke: "No."

Fang Chang'an: "This thing was given to both of us, otherwise why did it happen to be two earphones?"

Wang Ke: "Because a person has two ears."

Fang Chang'an: "You don't know how to interpret this thing. This thing costs two or three thousand yuan per piece. Even if Shen Mo has more pocket money, how many can he afford it? He just gave it to us. Why don't you take it back tonight?"

Wang Ke looked at him again and wrinkled his nose: "On my birthday, Shen Mo came to see me and gave me a gift."

Fang Chang'an: "?????"

Fang Chang'an: "You two actually met secretly with me on their backs?"

Wang Ke gave him a blank look: "What does it mean to meet secretly on your back? We don't need your consent to meet."

Fang Chang'an: "Where did you meet?"

Wang Ke: "In the town, we went shopping together and ate."

Fang Chang'an: "Then why don't you call me?"

Wang Ke looked at him innocently: "We don't know that your family has moved to the town."

Fang Chang'an: "Then you can call me too!"

Wang Ke: "I've called it, no one answered it."

Fang Chang'an understood that he had gone to the town at that time, and there was no one at home at all.

Wang Ke continued to explain: "When we were eating, we thought of you, so we called you, and then no one answered, so there was nothing we could do."

Fang Chang'an: "You are quite conscience."

The little girl smiled: "We can't finish it."

Fang Chang'an: "You are so kind to me?"

Wang Ke looked at him in a little confused, suspected that his head had broken and ignored him. Fang Chang'an continued to ask: "What gift did she give you?"

Wang Ke: "I won't tell you."

Fang Chang'an: "I told you everything."

Wang Ke: "I didn't ask you to tell me either, you can listen to it yourself."

Fang Changan sighed, playing tricks on his face, avoiding his weaknesses, and using his strengths: "Don't you want to ask me what surprises I have prepared for you?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't resist curiosity. She wrote and asked him, "What surprise?"

Fang Chang'an carefully took out a pebble the size of a fingernail from his schoolbag. It was round and smooth, with patterns of pebbles. It was very ordinary, and it was pushed to her with precious and seriousness.

The little girl reached out to pick it up, looked at him over and over again, looked up at him, and then wrote and asked, "What is this?"

Fang Chang'an: "I picked up pebbles by the beach."

Wang Ke pouted angrily, glared at him, then lowered his head to write, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and quickly tensed it up again.

"This is the surprise you are talking about?"

"No, this is your birthday gift."

"What about that surprise?"

"You know I want to give you a surprise. Are you always looking forward to it during the summer vacation? There is something you are looking forward to, thinking that I will give you a surprise, guess what surprise I will give you, and then have a happy life? This is the surprise."

The little girl read this passage once, then looked up and looked at his serious expression. Her bright eyes blinked, and then looked down carefully twice. She confirmed that she was not wrong or understood. She looked up again and stared at him with her bright eyes open.

There seemed to be two clusters of flames in my eyes.

Fang Changan also opened his eyes wide and leaned his body slightly to the side. His body movements and expressions clearly conveyed his questions: "Isn't this a big, romantic, and innovative surprise?"

The little girl looked at him for a few seconds, pouted and read a book angrily, and ignored him.

Fang Chang'an wrote and asked her: "What's wrong?"

The little girl continued reading.

Fang Chang'an wrote again: "Don't you like my surprises and gifts?"

Continue reading.

Fang Chang'an had to write another paragraph: "Let's change the angle. This stone is still a birthday gift, but you must have never thought that I would give you a birthday gift, right? Then is it a surprise for me to give you a birthday gift?"

Wang Ke took it and looked at it twice, thought for a while, looked at him with his head tilted for two seconds, finally nodded, and then wrote two words to him: "Okay."

Fang Chang'an took it and continued to write: "I'm not satisfied yet, right? I'll ask you, do you know where in this world, the words can be kept for tens of millions of years?"

This question is a bit profound. The little girl thought about it carefully and carefully for a while before she confidently wrote and replied: "In my heart?"

Fang Chang'an almost vomited blood, "You are still writing about heaven. In the future, don't read any messy books or TV series, can you use your brain?"

Seeing that he was fierce again, Wang Ke pouted and wrote angrily: "Where is it written?"

Seeing that she was still cooperative, Fang Changan continued to write to her for popular science: "On the stone."

The little girl took the notebook and looked at it, immediately opened her eyes wide, looking surprised and surprised, then took out the little pebbles and turned them over and over, and looked carefully for a long time.
To be continued...