The howling cold wind kept blowing in from outside the door. Cheng Lixue put down the water cup in his hand, then got up and closed the door behind and the windows beside him. Even if the sun rises at noon, it cannot stop the coldness of the winter in Jiangnan.

Especially in the winter of 2008, this year, not only in the north, but also in China, the whole of China was very cold.

Cheng Lixue opened the lid of the water cup and could see the heat coming out.

He blew and took a sip.

"It's so cold. It's only been more than ten months in the lunar calendar, so why is it so cold?" Zhou Kang put his hands in his pockets and was so cold that he was so cold.

Cheng Lixue glanced at him and said, "Is it so cold and I still have my arms open? If I don't freeze, who do you freeze?"

This guy only wore a sweater inside in winter, then put on a cotton vest outside, and just wore a cotton vest outside, but the zipper of the vest has not been pulled up yet.

Obviously, he is another person who only has the temperament and does not have the warmth.

The students in the school felt that they were handsome with their arms open and walked with a whisper, which felt like the protagonist was wearing a windbreaker when he finally appeared in the stage.

In the heart of a young person, he only looks handsome when wearing clothes and walks coolly in front of the girl he likes. Therefore, if he is cold, perhaps only when he is alone, he will consider pulling up the zipper or buttons on the clothes and buckle them up.

Although it looks very childish, this is a teenager!

All the stupid things I did when I was a teenager were not stupid.

"It looks so bloated if you don't open your arms! And with your arms open, you feel much more comfortable. As long as you feel in a good mood, you will even have a much clearer idea of ​​doing the questions." Zhou Kang said.

Is it bloated? Cheng Lixue looked down and saw that it was really bloated.

Seeing Lin Chuen walking towards him with a stack of homework books in his arms, Cheng Lixue pulled down the zipper on the down jacket.

"Have you finished the exercise book?" Lin Chuen asked.

"Yeah, it's done." Cheng Lixue handed her the math exercise book.

Lin Chuen received the exercise book of the process learning process and wanted to carry it to the office.

Cheng Lixue looked at the Chinese textbook that had been handed in front of his desk and said, "Let's send it together."

After being named the class leader by Wang Yue, Cheng Lixue also began to put away his homework.

Originally, when the teacher asked him to collect Chinese essays, he was quite happy because he thought he would take his homework so that he would stop writing his Chinese essays. But obviously, because the essays written in the first two monthly exams were quite good, Shen Yan was very impressed by him, and he was caught by Shen Yan before he handed in the first essay.

This guy collected his homework but made Shen Yan laugh and cry about his favoritism and fraud. However, she didn't want to replace him to collect it. However, when Cheng Lixue collected his composition, he had to put his composition first in the homework book to see if he was actually writing it.

Moreover, Shen Yan really likes to read Cheng Li’s writing style and lyrics and allusions. Not to mention students, it is rare among teachers.

However, Qingshan No. 1 Middle School is indeed not short of those talented students. Although Shen Yan was surprised that Cheng Lixue could write so well, he did not find it too shocking.

Because at Qingshan No. 1 Middle School, I don’t know how many people have graduated from prestigious universities and achieved success in their respective fields after graduating from college.

They were already unique in high school.

What's more, what she teaches is the best rocket class at Qingshan No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, the day after Cheng Lixue's full-score essay came out, the school's literary club invited him, but was rejected by Cheng Lixue. If it were in the past, Cheng Lixue would definitely hope to join the literary club to make some money, because the Lixue Club of No. 1 Middle School has cooperated with some composition competitions and some publishing houses in Qingshan City. If the poems and articles are well written, they can help publish them. It is obvious that Cheng Lixue does not need to rely on these to accumulate fame.

Moreover, when competing for jobs with some high school students, and essay scholarships in schools or cities, it is obviously not something that a literary writer who has published several books and has a certain reputation can do. Obviously, Cheng Lixue has a literary character.

A more quota will give those who work hard for a long time and need such an opportunity to prove themselves.

Literatures are inferior to each other, but they will only respect each other of the same level.

At the same level, no one thinks that their articles are poorly written, so they will criticize those people for their articles being worthless and praising their articles.

But for those true masters, they have some respect and worship.

Therefore, literati are inferior to each other, but literati are respectful to each other.

Open the door and walk out of the classroom, you can feel the whistling wind in the corridor.

Cheng Lixue handed over the composition book in his hand and said, "Give me the exercise book in your hand."

A thick math exercise book can match many compositions. She carried fifty books alone, which was obviously a bit difficult.

"Why?" Lin Chuen asked blankly: "The teacher asked me to collect a math exercise book!"

Cheng Lixue really wanted to use his hands to put on her head, face or nose.

Why are you so stupid?

"Which do you think is more important, the fifty Cheng Lixue or the fifty Lin Chuen?" Cheng Lixuewen said.

"Ah? Then, that must be fifty Cheng Li Xueji. I, I only have more than eighty pounds, and fifty Lin Chuen has only more than four thousand pounds." Lin Chuen whispered.

Cheng Lixue twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't expect that she would really go and forget it.

"What about fifty math exercise books and fifty Chinese composition textbooks?" Cheng Lixuewen said.

"That must be fifty Chinese compositions..." Lin Chuen lowered his head and stopped talking in a daze.

"So stupid, no one really wants it." Cheng Lixue handed her the Chinese composition textbook and took the fifty-severely heavy math exercise books from her hands.

Cheng Lixue walked in front, Lin Chuen pursed his lips and followed behind.

Class 1, Grade 1, is on the northmost side of the corridor, and the teacher’s office is on the southmost side, with six or seven classrooms in the middle, which is still a distance.

When I walked into the office, there was no teacher inside.

The teachers of No. 1 Middle School basically have houses in the city. Except for the shorter time in the morning and evening, class one goes home for lunch. Because it is noon plus lunch self-study, it takes nearly two and a half hours to class in the afternoon. It is exactly the time when the students have just finished their meal, and it is only twelve o'clock, so the teacher obviously cannot come.

The two of them put down their homework on the desks of teachers in their respective subjects and walked out of the classroom.

After leaving the classroom, due to the headwind, a cold wind rushes into my open arms and penetrates into my bones.

Cheng Lixue understood what it means to be honest and not to be warm at this time.

Just as he wanted to pull his down jacket up, he stood alone in front of him.

She let the cold wind blow her ponytail into countless lines, but she still stood there motionlessly and pulled up the zipper on Cheng Lixue's down jacket.

The winter sun shines down from the sky, and the originally unwarm sunlight becomes warm because of it.

Cheng Lixue suddenly stretched out his hand and smoothed out the long hair she had blown away.
Chapter completed!