Her Mountain, Her Sea

Luo Zhengli was persuaded by her friends to come back to class, her eyes were still red, and she lay down on the table and refused to look up. She was so aggrieved. The rest of the dormitory gathered around her and patted her. Shoulder comfort. +++Mobile reading visit m.NovelMTL.com

"Well, it's not a big deal, just kidding."

"The same is true for Chi Tang, people are joking, she just takes care of everything."

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

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

"Hey, were you jealous just now?"

"Do you dislike me receiving love letters, or do you dislike others like me?"

"If you were my girlfriend..."

Chi Tangren could not bear to stand up and went to the office to find the head teacher.

Students at this age always don’t like to look for teachers for anything. Whoever finds a teacher to solve problems for themselves is to leave the student camp and become a teacher’s running dog, but Chi Tang doesn’t care about this, she was too lazy before. Regardless, the irritability now piled up to the point where she was unbearable.

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

"Teacher, I want to change 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 didn’t show up as embarrassed. Instead, he laughed: “I said long ago that you should sit in the front rows. You can see that there are students who don’t like to study behind you, and your grades are easy. After being affected, your monthly exam is not as good as the last one. You still have to be more serious in the future and strive to advance several places, okay?"

Lao Fang, like all class teachers, likes to boil chicken soup to encourage people. Although these words are heard in the ears of students, there is really no motivating feeling. In the hearts of teenagers, their little emotions are annoying. On rainy days, bad words at the same table... everything is more caring than studying.

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

Luo Qingqing and Luo Zhengli are on the upper and lower bunks and have always played the best, and she is also the same table for Youyu.

"Luo Qingqing also told me before that I don't want to be at the same table with You Yu." Lao Fang sighed unsure of how, and raised his head to ask her, "Then you can do with You Yu at the same table?"

Lao Fang seemed to know that You Yu and the other girls could not go together.

Chi Tang nodded, "Okay."

For her, it is not unacceptable for her to sit in front of the foolish Wang Jiaoyang behind her.

The next class happened to be Lao Fang's Chinese class, so I went to the class and arranged a seat adjustment directly. Chi Tang arrived in the third row in front and became Youyu's tablemate. Her original position was changed to a boy. After Luo Zhengli's tablemate, her tablemate was changed to Luo Qingqing.

The most dissatisfied with this arrangement is Wang Jiaoyang. When Chi Tang moved the table, he stepped on the chair behind and shook his legs and asked her: "What do you mean, move to the front (gan gan)?"

Chi Tang is not polite: "Because you are annoying."

Probably it really hurt his "man's self-esteem." Wang Jiaoyang lost face, turned his head and talked to people with a dark face, and did not continue to pester her.

Chi Tang didn't want to care about the mess of the people, so he directly lifted the table and filled the empty space next to You Yu.

There are eight rows in total, and the two of them are by the window. Before Luo Qingqing was sitting here, there was a big gap between Youyu's table, which meant to draw a line and keep the distance, just like the 38th line of a primary school student. Chi Tang thought this behavior was naive and ridiculous. She didn't care, and the table leaned against You Yu's table, closely fitting.

There was no one who had been harassing endlessly behind him, and it was much quieter, Chi Tang slowly exhaled. Her new deskmate is not like the one before, who likes to chat with the front row, very quiet and busy studying.

Chi Tang had known before that she was studying seriously at the first age, but when she was at the same table, she realized that this person was indeed a veritable academic bully. She raised her head and glanced at her when she moved over, and then kept burying her head in taking notes and brushing questions. The homework book on the side was filled with various formulas and problem-solving processes, which she couldn't understand.

Sitting here, it seems that the classroom is much quieter, and Chi Tang feels that his mood is finally getting better.

It rained again outside the window, hitting the old ginkgo leaf outside. Even if it rained, the temperature did not drop, and it was still hot and humid. The fan in the classroom was swaying half-deadly. There was no wind to patronize at their position. She opened her school uniform jacket with her cuffs up to her forearm and placed it on the cold table.

Lao Fang was teaching on stage, he put the two previous poems in this lesson, so they turned around and went back to learn.

He talked about "Rain Alley", about a lilac-like girl, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley.

When he was young, Lao Fang was a literary and artistic young man. He was especially fond of this kind of poem, and he was very emotional when he read it. Chi Tang was a little sleepy when he heard it. When he talked about what the poem symbolized and what it represented, it represented the author's. Regardless of her thoughts and moods, she even wanted to sleep (Shui).

The meaning of (sleeping Shui) in the middle of the night, all came out untimely at this time.

The bell rang after class, and the drowsy (sleeping Shui) classmates in the classroom were alive in an instant. The tables and chairs around were dragged around, some people got up to go to the bathroom, some went to drink water, some went to talk to someone, and there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside Voice.

Chi Tang leaned on his arm, feeling a little tired.

During this period of time, she would dream every night, a night of chaotic dreams, and after waking up, she would forget all those messy dreams (gan gan), but the uncomfortable fatigue in the dream seemed to continue to reality, still Affect her.

With her eyes closed, she heard a rustling noise from nearby.

The rustle, the rustle, are very regular, and Yuyu is writing.

The pen was put down and the pages of the book turned, very light.