Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1251 Late Arrival
No matter what it means, it doesn't matter to her.

The maths subject representative has been replaced, so she just needs to complete her homework on time.

He Shiling narrowed her eyes and looked out Yuhua's window.

The rain had already blurred the window glass outside the balcony. Looking through the window glass of the classroom, I could see only a misty rain outside.

Misty and rainy?

He Shiling couldn't help but smile, thinking of the gossip in the last Chinese class, which was really appropriate.

This kind of weather is suitable for listening to music, watching the rain and writing poetry.

Write poetry?

He Shiling's eyes lit up and she looked out the window with clear eyes. This spring rain in February was worthy of writing another poem to suit the occasion.

As the bell rang, the young grade leader announced "get out of class dismissed" and walked straight out of the classroom.

The classroom suddenly became noisy.

"Why didn't Zheng Yifan come?" "Why didn't he come? He clearly came and left." "I was just asking why he came and left, and didn't attend the class?"

He Shiling smiled slightly when she heard this.

Zheng Yifan's popularity is surprisingly high. From the last class till now, everyone has been discussing him.

She had never heard of it before.

She had never paid attention to it before.

"That's right, Wenwen, listen, everyone is talking about it, it's not just me. Do you think he will come soon?" Wang Xinyi's slightly excited voice sounded nearby.

"It's none of your business whether I come or not." Ling Mengchu glanced at Wang Xinyi, put the algebra book on the pile of books in front of him, and then took out the English textbook. "What are you so excited about?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't ask you," Wang Xinyi retorted bluntly, "What's wrong with me being excited? I am happy, I like it, I am happy, it's none of your business."

"You..." Ling Meng was a little angry at first, "You are just like a flower maniac. You are also the one who values ​​love over friendship. Do you still think I am your friend?"

"Heh," Wang Xinyi snorted and glared at Ling Mengchu, "Friend? Do I, a nymphomaniac who values ​​women over women, deserve to have a friend like you? Do you consider me a friend?"

"Okay, okay, there's no need to hurt the harmony over something irrelevant," Guo Wenwen advised gently, pulling Wang Xinyi, "Shh, Lingling is still sleeping."

"Humph, for Lingling's sake, I won't bother with you," Wang Xinyi was pulled away by Guo Wenwen, and then turned back and said, "I am a big man and I don't care about the mistakes of a small man."

"What kind of adult are you? You dragged me on a journey for nothing, you..." Ling Mengchu was interrupted by someone who suddenly appeared before he could finish his words, "Why did you follow me?"

Yi Lingfei came over with a smile, his eyes fell on the pillow, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. Is Xiao Lingzi taking a nap?

Bah, it's only ten in the morning, are you taking a nap? Or are you too tired from the noisy evening study session last night?
Probably not?
Yi Lingfei looked around and saw that everyone seemed very energetic. Could it be that, as Xiaoyu said, they were counting the rain marks?

"What's going on?" Yi Lingfei pushed the book in front of Ling Mengchu, came closer, and pointed at He Shiling, "How can you be my deskmate? It's raining outside and you didn't even prepare a blanket for me."

"..." Ling Mengchu suddenly laughed angrily, "Bring your blanket over here to cover me."

Amid the noise of several people, He Shiling turned around and saw Ling Mengchu with a serious face and Yi Lingfei with a smile on her face.

Seeing her looking at him, Yi Lingfei smiled and said that he came to see Xiaoyu. Then, he cleared his throat and recited the poem word by word.

Is this Zheng Yifan’s poem?

Xiaofei, is this the messenger?

He Shiling raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard Yi Lingfei asking Xiaoyu to compose a poem. Poetry? This was not difficult for Xiaoyu.

He Shiling leaned on the pillow and tilted her head slightly, looking at Geng Xinyu behind her. She also wanted to listen.

"I came in response to the sound of rain, only to reply to you in the rain... Perhaps, that rainy season was too long, and once it spread, it was spring... My story and I were about to begin in the slightly cool February..."

February, spring rain, story?

He Shiling was stunned for a moment and turned her head to look out the window.

The spring rain in February, the story that came unexpectedly in February.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then became lively again. In the midst of the noise, she heard Su Lei saying "a love letter with a hundred-dollar bill" and Xiao Fei walking over and saying "Where is the love letter with a hundred-dollar bill? That was the money of the first-year high school girl downstairs. I gave it back to her."

Su Lei's disbelieving voice said, "Then, where is the love poem?" After a slap, Xiao Fei laughed, "Love poem? There is no love letter. It was the essay of the first-year high school girl. What are you thinking about every day?"

Hearing bursts of coughing in the classroom brought He Shiling back to her senses. She chuckled and shook her head, listening to the bursts of noise around her.

I always thought that rain falls without leaving any trace. It turns out that it does leave traces.

Amid the hustle and bustle, she heard Xiaofei saying hello to Su Lei and the others when he left, heard Xiaomeng, Xinxin and Xiaoxiao talking and laughing, and heard Xiaoyu reminding them that Teacher Zhu had arrived.

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I also heard some small sounds of surprise mixed in with the low discussions:
"Zheng Erhao is here." "It's really Zheng Yifan."

Zheng Yifan is here?!

Before I had time to look, I turned my head inadvertently and saw a figure standing next to Xiaoxiao's desk. I looked closely and saw that it was Zheng Yifan!
Come and listen to English?
He didn't come to the second class. Could it be that he was intimidated by the grade leader?

What a smart guy!
During the moment of thinking, a trace of confusion flashed across Wang Xiaoxiao's face. After a few seconds, she stood up consciously, took her pencil case and book and left.

Zheng Yifan sat down naturally.

Watching this scene, He Shiling looked at Zheng Yifan again and again with great interest. He was so calm!

She did not have the courage and guts to go to Class 16 or other classes openly, silently push aside a classmate of the opposite sex whom she had only met three times, and sit next to the classmate of the opposite sex without fear of other people's eyes.

Even if that person was Xiao Fei, she wouldn't have the courage!

Zheng Yifan, indeed, is extraordinary!
Could this be one of the reasons why Principal Cao agreed to the "make-up lessons"?

"I'm accompanying you to class. Are you touched?"

Hearing the man's question, He Shiling almost laughed out loud, and her eyes swept across Xiaoyu's face: "I'm touched, not bad, beautiful."

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the watch on his wrist. There was still one minute before class started.

This Zheng Yifan was more interesting than she had expected.

Xiaoxiao was in a miserable situation. After the English class, Xiaoyu wanted to find Xiaoxiao to question her.

She should also sit up, move around, and get ready for class.

He Shiling shook her wrist slightly and was about to sit up when she suddenly heard low discussions coming from behind.

"Teacher Zhu is too partial. Why did he give the blanket to Zheng Yifan?" "That's right. Zheng Yifan is not a student in our class." "That's right. The class monitor is also afraid of the cold. Why didn't you give it to the class monitor?"

He Shiling was stunned when she heard this.

Blanket?

Is she afraid of the cold?