Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 566 - The Most Romantic Thing
"Why did Teacher Li call Zhao Jing?"

The deskmate grabbed Tong Tong's sleeve, shook it twice, and turned to look at Zhao Jing who was in the last row.

How did she know?Tongtong glanced at the tightly pulled sleeves, and lightly patted the arm of the deskmate.

"Huh?" The deskmate turned around with a blank face, "Why?"

"I don't know." Tongtong smiled slightly, and pointed to his sleeve that was being pulled.

"Then why are you patting me?" The tablemate curled her mouth and looked in the direction of Tongtong's fingers, "What's wrong?"

"Pull one more time, and you will unbutton my sleeve."

"Hey," the deskmate smiled shyly and loosened his sleeves, "I'm a little excited."

"Excited?"

Tongtong laughed, looked twice at Principal Li on the podium, then quietly looked at the last row, glanced at the lively group of students on the left, and leaned against the cool wall.

What a thrill!

Be calm!
"That's right." The tablemate grabbed Tongtong's hand again, and looked at Tongtong steadily.

"Don't move your feet, can you?" Tong Tong withdrew from being held by the hand.

The deskmate is a bit strange this semester, always likes to pull her hand or sleeve, maybe.

Tongtong glanced up and down at the same table, feeling insecure?

This height and body shape don't look like that!

Tongtong raised her eyebrows slightly, and met the gaze of her deskmate.

"What are you looking at?" The two laughed in unison.

"You talk first." The two looked at each other and smiled.

The tablemate grabbed Tongtong's sleeve again, "Look at how well we have a tacit understanding."

"Yes." Tongtong smiled, "There is a perfect understanding."

This is from the first grade to the fourth grade. If there is no such tacit understanding, it is really useless!

Tongtong looked at the tugged sleeves, then looked at the bright smiling face at the same table: "What did you just want to say?"

"I want to say," the deskmate blinked, turned to look at Zhao Jing in the last row, and then turned around, "Did Principal Li call the wrong person?"

Ok?Tong Tong was taken aback, did he call the wrong person?

"Zhao Jing is not a sports committee member, nor is it a cultural and entertainment committee member," said the tablemate seriously, "Could it be that I want to call you?"

"Call me?" Tongtong couldn't help being startled again.

The words at the same table are astonishing.

Just as she agreed with the first half of the sentence, she suddenly added the second half of the sentence.

She is not a sports committee member, nor is she a cultural and entertainment committee member.The point is, she can't play table tennis either!
"That's right." The tablemate shook Tong Tong's hand, "You are the class monitor, so naturally you have to take the lead in such a big event."

ah?Hearing this, Tongtong couldn't help but startled again, huh?Hearing this, Tongtong couldn't help being startled again.

It's good that she is the monitor, but she can't play table tennis!

There was a sudden noise in the classroom.

Tongtong glanced at the lively classroom, glanced at Zhao Jing who was in the last row at the rear left, and silently turned her head away.

There may be some truth in what the deskmate said, but this is only the truth of the deskmate.

Didn't Principal Li finally call Zhao Jing?

Could it be that Teacher Li knew that Zhao Jing could play table tennis?
The thought came up in an instant, and Tong Tong couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhao Jing, who was at the rear left.

That's good, at least, some people will.

Amidst the lively discussion, she suddenly heard Principal Li rang again very clearly.

"Sit down quietly, everyone, be quiet."

sit down?Before Tongtong could recall it, the voice of her deskmate came in.

"What do you mean? Why did you let Zhao Jing sit down?" The tablemate said while shaking Tongtong's sleeves, "Didn't you say that you assigned tasks? Why did you let her sit down without saying anything?"

Tong Tong looked at the shaken sleeve, raised his right hand that was resting on his chin, touched his forehead, and patted his tablemate's hand twice: "Don't shake it anymore, shake it again, the button really needs to be Lost."

How did she know.

Just talk when you talk, why do you always like to pull her sleeves!

"Hey." The deskmate let go of his hand, and pulled his hair that had just flowed past his ears, "It fell out, so I'll go home and let my mother sew it up for you."

"Cut." Tongtong snorted, "When I get to your house, I'll be home early."

"Hey," the tablemate laughed, and moved closer to Tongtong, "Look, what is the class teacher looking out of the window for?"

Ok?Tongtong blinked, glanced at her deskmate, and then at the podium.

Hehe, I only saw a third profile of the young and handsome head teacher.

Are you deserting?
In front of Principal Li?
It's too disrespectful to Principal Li!

Forget it, anyway, they didn't usually save face for the head teacher.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, ahem, blue is better than blue because of blue.

Tongtong stared at the teacher in charge, raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned against the cool wall on the right, and said casually: "I don't know."

Or, is it giving Principal Li sufficient stage space?
Himself as a transparent invisible man?Such a big behemoth.

If that's the case, why not stand at the back of the classroom!
Tongtong blinked, looked around the classroom, turned her gaze away, and looked at the same table, but inadvertently saw Principal Li's gaze that seemed to be looking here.

Are you looking at her?

When Tong Tong adjusted his eyes to look at Principal Li, he found that Principal Li was looking at the left rear of the classroom.

rear left?
Hehe, that was the position of Zhao Jing who just stood up, she was wrong just now.

Tongtong couldn't help but also looked to the left rear.

"Why did you sit down?" "Mr. Li, who is the next roll call?" "Yes, Mr. Li, hurry up."

In an instant, the classroom boiled again.

The corner of Tongtong's mouth twitched, she turned her head, and leaned against the cool wall.

Looking at the lively crowd in the room, she couldn't help but blinked, and poked at the tablemate who was pulling her sleeve: "Do you know how to play table tennis?"

"Ah?" The deskmate stared at him, turned around, and shook his head, "Will I know, don't you know?"

"I don't know." Tongtong curled his lips, looked over the head of his deskmate, and looked into the classroom twice, "Maybe, you have a unique skill."

"Me?" The deskmate laughed loudly, shook his shoulder exaggeratedly, and squeezed Tongtong's hand by the way, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Tongtong whispered, "What about you?"

"It hurts, it means you are still awake," the deskmate let go of his hand, "How can I play table tennis? It's not like you don't know that I hate physical education class the most."

Tong Tong pouted, she knew this.

However, the lively crowd in this classroom made her unconsciously feel that she had an illusion.

According to her understanding, no one in the class seems to be able to play table tennis. What's going on with the sudden excitement?
Tongtong couldn't help raising his hand to prop up his chin, looked left and right, his eyes fell on the bright smiling face at the same table, and asked casually:
"Do you know how many people in the class can play table tennis?"

Hearing the words at the same table, a look of surprise crossed his face.

(End of this chapter)