The best tablemate of the year.

"The cicadas that summer was noisier than any other year. The branches grew wildly outside the classroom windows, but they could not stop the blazing sun."

　　The large classroom on the top floor of the Mingli Building of the attached middle school has always been noisy, and the high school Grade A student committee drifted into the classroom from the corridor. , Shouted: "Report-our class is about to enter!"

　　"The little eunuch in the respect room has come to lie again." Someone teased,

　　"You're a fucking little eunuch, I'm serious."

　　"It's not mid-term. It's not the end of the term. Who is in?"

　　"Transfer students." As soon as these words were said, everyone awake in the classroom was energetic: "Men's and women's?

　　True ?" "It's true! I just saw it. Hey, man, handsome." The academic committee smacked and added: "I don't know which teacher is not a man, and pulled the grass from other people's home."

　　There was a boisterous scream in the classroom, a few The girl took advantage of the chaos and aimed at the corner of the last row. There was a boy lying on the table to make up for sleep, with one hand covering the back of his head, his long fingers slightly bent, and his wrist bones protruding.

　　It was so noisy around, he grabbed his short hair and turned his head in a different direction.

　　The girls withdrew their gazes, and their voices suddenly became quieter: "Where did you transfer them from?" The

　　school committee reported a school name.

　　"What is it? There is this school around?"

　　"I haven't heard of it, but it must be an important point, otherwise it is impossible to transfer to our class."

　　"Wait, I will check." The talking boy did. Like a thief, he took out the phone from the belly of the table: "No teacher, come here? Help me stare."

　　He searched quickly, and after searching, he was dumbfounded: "Fuck?"

　　"What's the matter?"

　　The boy held the phone. After showing it around, the rest of the people are also stupid.

　　It took a long time for someone to finally come back to his senses: "He came from another province? He was transferred to Jiangsu after his first year in high school? Take the college entrance examination? That handsome guy was caught in the door?"

　　Sheng Wang, whose mind was pinched by the door, was waiting to hear from the Academic Affairs Office.

　　The cicada hissed in the thick shadow, he left the window and plugged in his earphones before he could hear his father's new voice. Three in a row, each one up to 1 minute long, is Sheng Mingyang's consistent style.

　　"Your little Uncle Chen just called me and said that you went upstairs by yourself. Why don't you wait for him? New place and new classmates, it's better for someone to bring it—"

　　"How is the school atmosphere, compared with the previous one. Is it big? Although they are all provincial key points, they are not a province after

　　all— " "Have you seen

　　Old Xu— " The air conditioner in the Political and Religious Office is a bit old and can only be cooled locally. Sheng Wang stood at the air outlet, the slight sweat at the end of his hair was blown cold. He pointed his finger on the screen, chopped off after listening to a summary of each voice, and rolled his eyes when listening to one voice. When he turned to the third one, he was a little confused.

　　Of course, Uncle Chen knew that it was the driver who sent him to report. Cars were not allowed in the teaching area, and the parking apron was far away. It was too much effort for Shengwang to take one more step, so he simply let him go back first.

　　Then...

　　"Who is Old Xu?" Sheng Wang said, pressing the send button.

　　"Did you pinch my voice again?" Sheng Mingyang replied in seconds.

　　Sheng Wang fanned himself by the neckline, pretending to be disconnected.

　　Sheng Mingyang chased by a phone call, with a helpless tone: "Old Xu is the director of the Political Education Office. He is not too tall. He is quite upright and may be a bit serious. It stands to reason that he should pick you up. Have you seen

　　him ?" Sheng Wang followed him. The description recalled: "No. The teacher who picked me upstairs was very kind, smiling all the time, just like a big-mouthed monkey."

　　She was still short, glanced at Sheng Wang's shoulder, and spoke with her face up. He put Shengwang here and went downstairs, saying that he was looking for someone to get new teaching materials.

　　Sheng Mingyang stuck his shell: "Oh, almost, that's him."

　　Sheng Wang: "..."

　　He thought for a while and said, "Dad, do you think I look good?"

　　Sheng Mingyang wanted to hit him.

　　As a businessman, he is so good at seeing people talking and talking nonsense, but he can't stand up with his son.

　　There was a voice outside the door, and Sheng Wang hooked his head and took a look: "Monkey, no, Director Xu is here, I'll hang up first."

　　Sheng Mingyang speeded up his speech: "Okay, behave well, try to keep it for the teacher the first day A good impression, don't take your nickname."

　　"Oh." Sheng Wang replied draggingly.

　　"Let Xiao Chen pick you up in the evening. I can almost get home at that time and take you—"

　　He hesitated for a moment, then pretending to be relaxed and said naturally: "Let's ask your Aunt Jiang to have a meal together. What I discussed with you, okay?"

　　Sheng Wang pursed his lips.

　　Aunt Jiang is named Jiang Ou and has a son. He had never seen the real Jiang Ou, he had only seen two photos, and he looked quite perfunctory.

　　He listened to this name on and off for almost a year, from once every two or three months to almost every day. He was really getting used to it. I have to say that Sheng Mingyang is a master at controlling the rhythm and can't fault it. Even Sheng Wang lost his temper and couldn't find a suitable entry point.

　　Last month, Sheng Mingyang said that he would be twice as busy in the second half of the year and that he would not stay at home for a few days. He also said that something happened in Jiang Ou's place and the house could not be lived in. So he wanted Jiang Ou to move over, not only had a place to stay, but also could help take care of Shengwang.

　　In fact, taking care of them is fake, and there are dedicated aunts for cleaning and cooking. The change is not necessarily true, but just to find a breakthrough, can we still go after living together?

　　This matter was said to be a discussion, but she didn't wait for Sheng Wang to nod. New supplies have begun to appear at home, and everything is preparing to welcome the woman, oh, and her son.

　　Whether to eat this meal tonight, there is only one result.

　　Hearing no answer from Sheng Wang, Sheng Mingyang called him on the other end of the phone.

　　Director Xu who looked like a big-mouthed monkey happened to walk in, and Sheng Wang paused and hung up the phone.

　　After all, it's a freshman report. Director Xu of the Political and Education Department can still maintain the basic kindness: "Call home? It's okay, don't hurry up and say you should."

　　Sheng Wang turned his head and smiled with youthfulness: "Thank you. Teacher, I was almost done."

　　Director Xu nodded to the teacher behind him, pointing at him. He just said downstairs that although this new transfer student has a face that can be a disaster for a little girl, he is a good student at first sight and will not be out of line.

　　"Come on, sit down." Director Xu pointed to a small stack of newly moved books and said, "This is the textbook theoretically used in this semester. You can turn it over."

　　What is theoretical?

　　Sheng Wang didn't understand the meaning of the words for a while. He turned over two pages with the top chemistry, and it was still in line with what he had learned before. The difference is not bad, and it shouldn't be a big problem to learn.

　　"I have read your previous materials, how many times have you transferred to study?" Director Xu said.

　　Sheng Wang nodded: "Well, I have turned a few times." Basically, he ran with Sheng Mingyang.

　　I went to elementary school in Jiangsu, and I transferred it twice during the first year of middle school to the first year of high school. This is the third time. Thanks to these experiences, he has no affection for any place, and he can't stay there for long.

　　"I have also read the transcripts. Very good students have basically not fallen out of the top three in the exam. The qualifications must be sufficient, but there may be a slight difference in the order and progress of the curriculum arrangement between the two schools." Director Xu used Fingers gestured at a distance of less than 1 cm, and said with relief: "You will encounter this kind of problem more or less when transferring to another school. You can make up for it with a little bit of light, don't be afraid."

　　Sheng Wang classmates have a smooth journey and are really not in school. It's impossible to be afraid of anyone who has been ashamed. But he couldn't be too humble, so he had to put down his cocked tail: "I was mentally prepared before coming, and I worked hard to keep up."

　　Director Xu was more kind: "Have you ever had a pre-subject in the first year of high school?"

　　Sheng Wang said. "No, the school has tried a one-semester shift system."

　　"Oh." Director Xu nodded, "In fact, we are also a shift system, which is a little special."

　　Sheng Wang was a little confused: "Special? How special?"

　"The class A you are about to join is an intensive second-year physical and chemical class. We go once half a semester. There are two mid-term and final exams. The last three students of each big exam are dropped out to class B and the three with the highest rankings are selected. Make up for it. It's this kind of shift system."

　　Sheng Wang: "..."

　　In short, they are the way to choose courses, and they are the way to get out of the way.

　　Director Xu scared the children enough, and finally decided to be a man.

　　He walked across the flower corridor to Mingli Building with great hope. When passing a wall of honor, Sheng Wang couldn't help but glance a few more times, because the expressionless "ID photo" on that wall was too much like a wanted order.

　　This school is absolutely beautiful, he said.

　　Director Xu stood on tiptoe and performed the peacock on the spot. He said proudly: "There are not too many high school competitions, but our performance is still very good. Most of the people on this wall are Will be your classmate, you can recognize it in advance."

　　Sheng Wang was blind and had no interest in pre-identification studies, so he remembered one of them.

　　Firstly, the repetition rate was too high, and he made the wall of honor into Lianliankan by his own efforts; secondly, his surname was Jiang and his name was Jiang Tian.

　　The focus is on the second.

　　Sheng Wang admits that if he becomes an emperor, he must be a faint emperor, and he loves to sit back and forth. Small belly chicken intestines should be small belly chicken intestines, anyway, he has not been pleasing to the eyes of Jiang surnamed recently.

　　Director Xu admired this wall for the thousandth time, but suddenly raised his donkey face. He leaned close to the picture of Jiang Tian, ​​stretched out his hand and wiped it twice, and said angrily: "Whoever draws love on the wall of honor is unruly!"

　　Sheng Wang is next to him, um, Tim: "There is more than one person painting." The school The photographer Lu Zi is too wild, but the people in the photos still have certain characteristics. In the words of Director Xu, it can be full of misfortunes for the little girl. But Sheng Wang thinks that this kind of cold-tuned boy will probably be Bking.

　　He prayed to stay away from this one in the days to come, lest one could not stand it and fight.

　　As a result, within five minutes of making this wish, he was pressed next to the live-action version of Bking by Director Xu. The reason is that it will be a bit difficult to follow the progress at the beginning, the best way is to find the same table if there is a problem.

　　Director Xu said: "Looking at the whole grade, I guess you can't find a more suitable tablemate than Jiang Tian." As soon as the voice fell, the class's forty pairs of eyes cast suffocating glances. Sheng Wang glanced at the big-mouthed monkey dryly, and and internally said f**k you.