Don’t Be Aggressive with Me

It's another new semester in an instant.

Entering into the second semester of high school, each subject gradually ends the course, begins the first round of review, and also prepares for the examination.

The affiliated school has raised the requirements for students in all aspects, claiming to allow them to adapt to the senior year life in advance, arrange various quizzes for early self-study, and change the evening self-study from one to three, and they will not be able to go home until nine o'clock.

The examination is scheduled for the end of March, with a total of ten subjects, and three consecutive days of examinations. In order to successfully pass the exam, the school adheres to the attitude of "grinding the gun before it is too late", forcing the science class several liberal arts courses every week, and the rest time is much less.

Everyone complained endlessly.

According to the regulations of the affiliated school, students entering the high school will not start to study arts and sciences until the end of the first year of high school, while the Liaocheng Experimental High School will start the division of subjects two months after the beginning of the first year of high school.

Therefore, Cheng Siqiao has much less knowledge than other students in the affiliated school.

In addition, she has always been interested in boring political and historical places? No? There is no interest in her. In class, she either fishes or writes homework for other subjects.

It's cool to fish for a while, prepare for the crematorium.

Looking at the pile of literature review materials on the desk, Cheng Siqiao wanted to cry without tears.

The political teacher assigned to the second class is a harsh middle-aged woman. Not only does she leave a lot of homework, but she also has no humanity when managing the class. Whoever finds it? Pay attention to the lecture and will habitually break a piece of chalk. After throwing it away, the classmates privately called her "female devil".

The first quarter of Wednesday morning was the political class. Cheng Siqiao endorsed the book late the night before. The next morning self-study was arranged for a physics quiz. After the morning self-study, the whole person was so sleepy that they could fly.

Xie Chen distressed on the side? Squeezed her finger and whispered, "Didn't you let you go to bed earlier? Why don't you listen to me?"

Cheng Siqiao yawned, took out a can of coffee from the table, and handed it to Xie Chen to help him pull it away: "Did you feel sleepy when I finished talking with you, thinking about memorizing it for a while. Didn't you notice the time, and realized it was late after memorizing it."

Xie Chen put the coffee she handed over into the desk: "You always drink coffee, which is not good for your health."

"Nothing?" Cheng Siqiao said nonchalantly, "I was able to drink two or three cans a day in my freshman year, don't you think I'm fine now?"

"I wasn't by your side when I was in the first year of high school." Xie Chen's tone is beyond doubt, "Now you are my girl? A friend, of course I have to take care of you."

"But I'm too sleepy." Cheng Siqiao said, lying on the table, "It will be a female demon's class again. Her class is too boring, like hypnotizing, I will definitely fall asleep."

"Look at me when you are sleepy." Xie Chen flicked on her forehead. "Don't you say that watching a handsome guy can refresh your mind?"

Cheng Siqiao was speechless? Looking at him: "Why are you so narcissistic."

The class bell rang, the female demon holding the textbook and wearing a serious black suit, she walked into the classroom sternly and began to lecture.

Cheng Siqiao could barely stay awake when she first started. After 15 minutes of hypnosis teaching by the female demon, she couldn't hold it anymore, and her head gradually sank.

The pen in Cheng Siqiao's hand fell to the floor with a "click". The female demon heard the sound and looked at it and found that Cheng Siqiao was sleeping. She grabbed a piece of chalk head and threw it in that direction. ?go.

Unexpectedly, Xie Chen was caught in the air.

"Xie Chen?! Girl? The demon head pushed up his glasses, and frowned at Xie Chen, "What are you doing? Did you see you sleeping at the same table? "

"I saw it." Xie Chen said blankly.

"If you don't wake her up, what do you mean by cutting off my chalk head?"

The other classmates in the class did not dare to speak out. Cheng Siqiao was awakened by the words of two people. From the desk, the female demon was initially dissatisfied with her. When she saw her waking up, she directly cast her temper on her. On him, "Cheng Siqiao, are you standing up?"

Cheng Siqiao probably understood what was going on, didn't you? What? He withdrew the chair back a bit and got up from the seat.

"Do you think I would like to teach you science students?" The female demon began to educate them. "You don't put the liberal arts in your eyes at all. You don't think the liberal arts are of any use? You will leave later. What has helped you the most when you go to society? It's not politics yet!"

She turned the conversation back to Cheng Siqiao: "Some people shouldn’t think that they have good science achievements or good grades. They can do whatever they want in my politics class. The basic foundation is poor, and I still sleep in class. Who will give those knowledge that I don’t know? You speak?"

Xie Chen couldn't listen anymore, stood up and interrupted her: "I'll tell her."

"Since you are so good, then I think you have listened to this political class at all." The devil slammed the textbook on the table and swelled up the veins on her forehead. "You two, go out of this class." listen."

History is always surprisingly similar.

After a few months, Cheng Siqiao and Xie Chen were invited out of the classroom again because of the problem of sleeping in class.

Seeing that Xie Chen was always involved by himself, Cheng Siqiao was a little embarrassed, poked his arm, and discussed with him: "Should I still go in? Go and tell her clearly?"

"say what?"

"Say you are innocent, or you will be exhausted by me every time."

"Yeah, why should I be implicated every time." There are only two of them in the corridor. Xie Chen unscrupulously? Lean in the direction of Cheng Siqiao? Go and ask him in a low voice, "How can you compensate me? What about it?"

"This is the school, can you converge a little bit?" Cheng Siqiao disgusted? He glanced at Xie Chen, "I'm obviously discussing serious matters with you, can you be more serious."

Xie Chen gave a "tsk" and pulled her arm to the other direction.

"Hey Xie Chen, where are you taking me?" Cheng Siqiao asked.

"Old Zhao's office."

Lao Zhao didn’t have class in the morning. He saw two people passing by? Didn’t he feel that he was surprised, but he was familiar with the road? He joked with Xie Chen: “I’m here to escape again? When I am a refuge. ?"

Xie Chen pointed to Cheng Siqiao and explained to him: "She slept too late yesterday, so let her have a rest here."

"All right." Lao Zhao turned around and sorted out the materials on the desk briefly. After moving a chair, he asked Cheng Siqiao, "What class?"

"politics class."

"No wonder." Lao Zhao understood Cheng Siqiao, "I didn't wake up when I was in politics in high school."

"You stayed up again yesterday, right?" Lao Zhao saw the dark circles under Cheng Siqiao's eyes, and said with earnestness, "How many times have you said it, don't always stay up late to endorse, the exam is not a big deal, as long as you prepare well, you can pass it? A good rest is the most important thing."

After talking, Lao Zhao has already cleaned up the desk: "I am the only one in the office this morning. No one else will come in. You can rest here and go back when you have enough energy."

"Thank you teacher." Cheng Siqiao said.

"What about you?" Old Zhao turned his gaze to Xie Chen, "Are you staying with me or going back to the classroom?"

"I don't want to go back." Xie Chen pulled a chair over, and sat directly next to Cheng Siqiao.

"It's up to you." Xie Chen's academic achievements in various subjects have always been very stable. Didn't you let Old Zhao worry about it?, Old Zhao also depends on his temperament, and will not interfere with him too much. "Then you study by yourself here."

After Lao Zhao left, Xie Chen took off his coat and put it on Cheng Siqiao, rubbed her head: "Go to sleep."

Cheng Siqiao was still a little worried: "Girl? If the devil finds out that we are not here, will it really be fine?"

"Nothing?" Xie Chen comforted, "Lao Zhao is used to me like this, he will handle this matter."

"But I don't know many questions." Cheng Siqiao subconsciously acted like a baby with him, "What should I do?"

"Student Cheng Siqiao." Xie Chen called her lazily, the tail of his eyes raised up, with a casual smile, "You forget, your boyfriend is a school bully, these homework will be stumped. I?"

Cheng Siqiao was amused by his words: "Xie Chen, can you not be so narcissistic?"

"Am I wrong?" Xie Chen asked.

"Yes? That's right? That's wrong." Cheng Siqiao said with a smile, "My boyfriend is the best, so can you teach me?"

"You go to bed first, and I will teach you when you wake up."

Xie Chen patted Cheng Siqiao's shoulder lightly, as if he was coaxing a child, and said softly: "No matter what happens, everything is with me."

It was already an hour after Cheng Siqiao woke up. She sat up from the table with sleepy eyes, stretched her waist, raised her eyes and saw Xie Chen who was making a roll of paper next to her. The early spring sunshine shone on his side of his face through the window, and the sound of his writing "rustling" came from the silent office.

Cheng Siqiao remembered what Xie Chen said just now—

"No matter what happens, I am in everything."

Suddenly, I felt relieved a lot.

The three-day examination is finally over. Cheng Siqiao threw aside a pile of liberal arts review materials and heaved a sigh of relief.

It just so happened that day without having to study at night, Cheng Siqiao took Xie Chen to hang out at the night market behind the school.

Nancheng has entered into the spring, the weather has become much warmer, a little green has appeared on the grassland, new shoots have emerged from the branches, and many people have come out to shop.

There was an extra-large HelloKitty at the entrance of the newly opened toy store. Cheng Siqiao ran over? He stood beside him and smiled and asked Xie Chen: "Is it cute?"

"cute."

"Then who is more cute?" Cheng Siqiao asked.

Xie Chen? Go to squeeze her face: "Of course you are a little cuter."

The two of them wandered for a while, feeling a little tired, went to the vending machine to buy two cans of Coke, and then found a park nearby, sitting on a bench to rest.

The pink-purple sunset glow extended to the horizon, and the evening breeze was very comfortable on his face. Cheng Siqiao leaned on Xie Chen, and said with emotion: "The time passes? How fast is it? In a few months, we will also have a third year in high school." NS."

Xie Chen faintly said "Uh".

"Xie Chen, what is your ideal?" Cheng Siqiao turned his head to Xie Chen, and suddenly asked.

"My ideal?" Xie Chen asked subconsciously, and then began to think about this question seriously, and then slowly said, "In the first sixteen years of my life, I really didn't know what my ideal was."

"But now I seem to know."

"So what?" Cheng Siqiao's curiosity was aroused, and he asked.

"My ideal is that in the days to come, you will always be by my side." Xie Chen looked into her eyes and said.

It was already dark when Cheng Siqiao and Xie Chen returned. After a night of relaxation, Cheng Siqiao finally pulled out of the exhaustion of the exam and regained his vitality again.

When she entered the door, she caught a glimpse of a woman sitting on the sofa with her behind her back. She was wearing a brown woolen coat. She didn’t know what she was talking to. She thought Zhou Yun’s friend had been there. She came to the door and asked casually. : "Mom, is there a guest at home?"

Zhou Yun looked up at her, her expression was a bit serious. Cheng Siqiao thought something was wrong at home, and she was just about to ask. The woman suddenly turned her head, and the eyes of the two people were caught off guard. They overlapped. Together?.

"Si Qiao?" The woman was a little surprised after seeing her, and also a little delighted, got up and walked in front of her, "It's been a few years, do you remember me?"

Cheng Siqiao's voice was a bit? Trembling: "Li...Mr. Li, why are you here?"