The expressions of the students in the whole class seemed to be carved from a mold, and they looked at Jiang Su with wide eyes, without talking, breathing, or moving.

In this suffocating environment, Jiang Su put down his pen with a calm expression and indifferent expression, almost "yes" and turned around and left.

It was not until he walked into the middle of the classroom that the classmates lined up to their senses, and turned their heads and stared at Jiang Su like they saw a ghost.

The last person who turned his head was Liang Sichen.

Wang Wei, who had completed the task successfully, jumped out of the classroom happily to submit the form regardless of the silence of the classroom.

Until Jiang Su sat down, the atmosphere in the class slowly calmed down, and everyone's attention dissipated from Jiang Su, and they gathered together and began to whisper.

"I heard it right, the school tyrant actually wants to run 10,000 meters."

"You heard it right, but I still can't believe it."

“…”

There was also Lin Wei who couldn't believe it. She didn't even write the title. Jiang Su sat down the previous second, and the next second she turned around and lay on his desk: "Jiang Su, do you really want to run ten thousand meters?"

"Um."

"Then you're so overwhelmed."

“…”

He is very powerful when he comes to the squad leader, why can’t he think about it anymore when he comes to him?

Jiang Su stared at Lin Wei and said nothing.

Lin Wei leaned forward and said, "By the way, why did you suddenly run to sign up?"

Jiang Su drooped his eyelids: "Annoyed."

Lin Wei: "Ah? What annoying?"

Jiang Su looked up and glanced at the first row with a little cold look. Liang Sichen, who was still twisting his head, paused for a second on his face before falling on Lin Wei's face: "I was annoyed by Wang Wei."

Wang Wei, who handed in the form and entered the classroom through the back door: "..."

…

"Squad leader, squad leader..."

Liang Sichen's deskmate called Liang Sichen several times before Liang Sichen took his eyes back from the two people who fell on the last two tables and spoke together.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Sichen's deskmate asked.

"I didn't see anything." Liang Sichen lowered his head and looked at the math problem on the table.

Liang Sichen's deskmate was a little nervous. He didn't see Liang Sichen's abnormality. He said with a gossip: "The boss actually wants to run 10,000 meters. I think he is a bit strong."

Liang Sichen clenched his pen in his hand: "Maybe he signed up, maybe he would abstain from the competition day."

"It's possible. This project is basically for the performance of students with special sports. Most ordinary high school students just want to be the first to be a personal student. They either walk down or run a few laps in a symbolic sense. The key is the feeling of participation." Liang Sichen's deskmate did not see Liang Sichen's impatientness, and kept saying: "However, he just signed up and felt quite calm and full of pretending. Maybe he would be a surprise, and he would mention the ranking of the last sports meeting in our class to the front..."

Liang Sichen put down his pen and stood up.

"Class is about to begin, where are you going, the class leader?"

Liang Sichen ignored his deskmate's inquiry and walked out of the classroom.

It happened to be class, and the students rushed into the classroom. He went into the toilet alone against the crowd.

He just entered a compartment and leaned against the door panel. He thought of Jiang Zhangyun paying attention to Jiang Su frequently, Jiang Zhangyun said that Jiang Su was the best student she had ever taught, Wang Wei said that Jiang Su was a good person, and he looked cold and actually felt very hot. He thought of his deskmate saying that he was a little strong...

It was obvious that these words were all his before.

The squad leader is worthy of being the squad leader, and his composition is very well written.

In this exam, your class leader’s Chinese essays were full marks.

The class leader won the second prize in the National Youth Composition Competition.

He is obviously not so sociable and is quite excluded by everyone, but when did it start? It seems that there are not many people in the class who say behind his back.

Liang Sichen wiped his face irritably, took off his glasses, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one.

He took a few sips, and the cell phone in his pocket vibrated. It was his mother who called him. When answering the call, he gave a scattering excuse: "What's going on? Why is it second place in this monthly exam? Have you studied hard?"

Familiar words and familiar questions are staged almost every week.

Liang Sichen listened silently until his mother said enough that he took the cigarette from his mouth: "My total score this time is 20 more than last time, and I am only five points away from the first place in our class. The first place in our class is 20 more than last time."

"So, is the test paper simple this time?"

Liang Sichen moved his lips, wanting to lose his temper, and finally took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, mom, I will continue to work hard."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Sichen lit another cigarette.

…
Chapter completed!