Luo Zhengli was persuaded by her friends to come back to class, but her eyes were still red. She lay on the table and refused to look up. She felt aggrieved. After class, the rest of the dormitory surrounded her and patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Okay, it's not a big deal, just a joke."

"Chi Tang is the same. People are kidding, she medds nosy."

The more comforted Luo Zhengli was, the more she cried, as if the biggest victim in this matter was her.

Chi Tang felt that the crying was already annoying enough, and Wang Jiaoyang was behind him poking her shoulder to talk to her.

"Oh, were you jealous just now?"

"Do you don't like me receiving love letters, or do you don't like others like me?"

"If you were my girlfriend..."

Chi Tang couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and went to the office to find the head teacher.

If there is anything that students of this age do, they always don’t like to look for teachers. If anyone finds a teacher to solve problems for themselves, they are leaving the student camp and becoming a lackey. But Chi Tang doesn’t care about these things. She was too lazy to pay attention to them before, but now she is irritable but suddenly accumulates to the point that she can’t bear.

She never likes to betray herself, and she doesn't like to force herself. She is so annoyed that she must do something.

"Teacher, I want to change my seats. I can't see the blackboard clearly when I sit in the back." Chi Tang found the most reasonable reason.

Although the head teacher Lao Fang was a little surprised, he did not show any embarrassment. Instead, he smiled: "I have told you to sit in the front rows a long time ago. You see, there are students who don't like studying behind them. Your grades are easily affected and declined. You are not as good as last time this month. You should be more serious in the future and strive to get a few places ahead, okay?"

Like all class teachers, Lao Fang likes to make chicken soup to encourage people. Although these words are heard in the ears of students, they really don’t feel any inspiring. In the hearts of teenagers, their own little emotions, annoying rainy days, bad words from their deskmates... Everything is more caring than learning.

Lao Fang picked up the class roster and seat chart and looked at it, and asked, "Luo Qingqing is also from your dormitory, right?"

Luo Qingqing and Luo Zhengli are both top and bottom bunks and have always had the best time to play. She is also You Yu’s deskmate.

"Luo Qingqing told me before that she didn't want to be at the same deskmate with You Yu." Lao Fang sighed for no reason and looked up and asked her: "Then can you be at the same deskmate with You Yu?"

Lao Fang also seemed to know that You Yu and other girls could not play together.

Chi Tang nodded: "Okay."

For her, it would be unacceptable to get rid of the idiot Wang Jiaoyang behind her and go to the front to sit.

The next class happened to be Lao Fang's Chinese class, so I went to the class together to arrange the seats directly. Chi Tang went to the third row in front and became You Yu's deskmate. Her original position was changed to a boy, and Luo Zhengli's deskmate went backwards, and her deskmate was changed to Luo Qingqing.

The one who is most dissatisfied with this arrangement is Wang Jiaoyang. When Chi Tang moved the table, he stepped on the chair behind him and shook his legs, asking her: "What do you mean? Why are you moving in front?"

Chi Tang was not polite: "Because you are very annoyed."

Perhaps it really hurt his "manly self-esteem". Wang Jiaoyang lost face and turned his head to talk to someone with a dark face, and did not continue to pester her.

Chi Tang didn't want to worry about the messy things about the people, so he directly carried the table and filled in the empty space next to You Yu.

There are eight columns in total, and these two columns are by the window. Before, Luo Qingqing sat here, and there was a big gap between You Yu's table, which means to draw a clear line and keep a distance, which is similar to the 38th line of primary school students. Chi Tang felt that this behavior was childish and ridiculous, so she didn't care. The table leaned against You Yu's table, and it was tightly matched.

There was no one behind her who was harassing endlessly. She was much quieter, and Chi Tang slowly breathed out. Her new deskmate was not like the one who liked to chat with the front row before, and she was studying very quietly and busy.

Chi Tang had known that he was the first to study hard, but when she became her deskmate, she realized that this person was indeed a veritable academic master. When she moved here, she looked up at her, and then she kept burying her head and taking notes and writing questions. She couldn't understand the various formulas and problem-solving processes written on the homework book on the side.

Sitting here, the classroom seemed to be much quieter, and Chi Tang felt that his mood was finally getting better.

It was drizzling outside the window again, hitting the old ginkgo leaf outside. Even if it rained, the temperature did not drop, and it was still stuffy and humid. The fan in the classroom was shaking half-deadly. There was no wind coming to their place. She opened her school uniform coat, rolled her cuffs to her forearm, and placed it on the cold table.

Lao Fang was giving a lecture on stage. He put the two poems in this lesson, so they turned back to learn.

He talked about "Rain Alley", talking about girls like lilacs wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley.

When Lao Fang was young, he was probably a literary young man. He loved this kind of poetry and felt particularly emotional when he recited it. Chi Tang felt a little sleepy. When he talked about what the poem symbolized, metaphorized, and represented the author's thoughts and moods, she wanted to sleep even more.

The sleepiness in the middle of the night all emerged inappropriately at this time.

The bell rang, and the sleepy classmates in the classroom were instantly alive. The tables and chairs around them were dragged, some got up to go to the bathroom, some went to drink water, some went to talk to someone, and footsteps and voices rang out in the corridor outside.

Chi Tang leaned on his arm and felt a little tired.

During this period, she would dream every night, and after waking up, she would forget all the messy dreams, but the uncomfortable fatigue in the dream seemed to continue to reality, which still affected her.

Closed her eyes, she heard a rustling sound coming from beside her.

Rush, rust, very regular, You Yu is writing.

The pen was put down and the pages were turned, very light.
Chapter completed!