Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 959 The Most Romantic Thing - Something to Do
"Yo, yes."

Xia Yang smiled and twirled the pen in his hand twice, and pointed at the little fat man, "Then you can play for a while, I have something to do, so don't bother me."

The little fat man choked for a moment: "That Brother Yang, I..."

"stop!"

Xia Yang raised his hand to stop what the little fat man wanted to say, "I'll talk after I'm done. You can play for a while, or read a book in advance."

The little fat man held his mouth shut and didn't want to talk anymore.

"Oh, by the way," Xia Yang glanced at the little fat man again, "When the book is distributed later, if you go to collect it yourself, you can get it for me, don't call me, if you don't get it, you can get it for me , I'm really busy."

After speaking, he sat up straight, stopped the spinning pen in his hand, and reached out to wipe the empty notebook in front of him.

"Ok."

The little fat man looked at Xia Yang, blinked his eyes, and choked out a sentence for a long time, "I see, then you should do your work first."

He thought that Xia Yang would take a look at him after he said this, but he waited for a long time, but he didn't see Xia Yang turn his head to look at him, so he turned his head resentfully and lay down on the table to look at him. Staring at the empty desktop in front of him, he stared blankly.

After posting for a while, I felt really bored, so I took a pencil to poke the back of the classmate in front of me, just picked up the pencil, remembered what Xia Yang said just now, and put the pencil down again.

What is Xia Yang busy with?
The little fat man turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, only to see Xia Yang's earnest face, drawing on the notebook furiously.

Good guy, Xia Yang is really different!
It's just the beginning of school, and Xia Yang is busy.

What is this writing?

The little fat man couldn't help leaning towards Xia Yang, and the densely packed characters came into view.

I'll go, can't it be a love letter? !

The little fat man had a flash of inspiration, and an idea popped up in an instant, and he looked at Xia Yang steadily.

I haven't seen you for a winter vacation, but Xia Yang has opened up?

He remembered that before the winter vacation, he tried every means to remind Xia Yang that the math representative was with him, was looking at him again, and looked at him twice.

Xia Yang didn't seem to hear it, he didn't care at all!

What's the situation now?
Have someone you like?Starting to write love letters?
The little fat man blinked his eyes, and looked at the book full of words in front of Xia Yang. Before he could see what was written on it, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm.

"hiss!"

The little fat man turned his head and looked over, holding back the words that almost blurted out, "Who the hell is looking for S like that, and actually pinched him?"

Xia Yang specifically told him just now, don't disturb him, he will be busy for a while.

He has already promised, so naturally he can't speak loudly now, so as not to disturb Xia Yang's interest in writing love letters.

He is not a man who breaks his promise!
The little fat man glanced at the boy who turned his face in front, squeezed his mouth, and remained silent.

"Well, you, what expression do you have..."

Before the boy in the front row finished speaking, he was stopped by the little fat man.

"Shh!" The little fat man made a silent gesture to the boy in the front row, and then waved at him again and again.

"you……"

The boy in the front row was startled, then laughed again, and raised his hand to hit the little fat man, "Why are you hush..."

The little fat man pursed his lips, glanced at Xia Yang, winked at the boys in the front row, and said in an almost colloquial voice: "Don't talk, Brother Yang is writing something."

"what?"

The boy in the front row opened his eyes wide, glanced at the little fat man, and then looked in the same direction the little fat man was looking at. In an instant, his eyes widened.

After a while, he looked at the little fat man with an extremely surprised expression, opened his mouth, and whispered, "What?"

"Keep your voice down, don't disturb him." The little fat man shook his head, looked at the boys in the front row again, and waved his hands, "I don't know, go and do your own thing, don't disturb us."

The boy in the front row pursed his lips and turned his head away. In an instant, he turned his head again. Seeing that the little fat man had already laid down on the table and pretended to be asleep, he turned his head away again.

The deskmate smiled, glanced at him, and waved.

The boy in the front row gave his deskmate a blank look, turned his head away, and inadvertently saw the monitor and his party walking in through the front door with a large stack of books in their arms.

In an instant, it collapsed onto the table like cartilage.

Forget it, the little fat guy has already faked sleep, so he can fake sleep too, anyway, the results haven't been announced yet.

In everyone's eyes, he is still an underachiever just like the little fat man!

Underachievers should look like underachievers, just pretend to sleep after class.

The deskmate couldn't help but smiled, put his arms on the table, and turned his head to the side against the wall.

Time passed quietly with the distribution of books and the fake sleep of the three of them.

By the time Xia Yang put down his pen, the books had already been handed out.

The books that were handed out were neatly organized by the little fat man on the desk in front of him.

Xia Yang put down his pen, closed the notebook, and when he was about to stand up, he found the little fat man lying on the table staring at him pretending to be asleep.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Yang smiled, picked up the book, shook it, and patted the little fat man's arm, "If you have time to stare at me, why don't you read a book."

"what?"

The little fat man was slightly taken aback, then nodded immediately.

Xia Yang smiled slightly, stretched his long legs, stepped over the bench, and walked out the back door.

"Hey!"

Before the little fat man finished speaking, Xia Yang had already walked out of the back door of the classroom.

Really, why did you go out?He hasn't finished yet.

The little fat man looked towards the back door of the classroom resentfully, the back door was empty, and there was no shadow of Xia Yang.

This speed is inevitably too fast.

Send it after writing it!

He didn't have time to look at what was written in the future.

The little fat man blinked his eyes, lay down on the table and stared at the back door of the classroom in a daze.

Suddenly remembered something, this love letter was not written on a nice letter paper, but just found an exercise book and started writing it?

Xia Yang is so careless?
Then this love letter, can you still send it out?Don't other girls care about it?

What a heartbreak!
It seems that Xia Yang still lacks him!

Next time, when sending a love letter, he must remind Xia Yang not to be so impatient, but to make some nice decorations!

Thinking of this, the little fat man couldn't help but want to grab his hair, raised his hand, and found that the grab was empty, so he wanted to come, he just shaved it yesterday, oh no, he just had a haircut.

Just now I forgot to see if Xia Yang had a haircut.

They discussed it last semester, and they will have their hair cut once a month!

Forget it, let's wait until Xia Yang comes back.

The little fat man's hand, which was about to grab his hair, patted his thin face lightly.

He has become thinner, I don't know if Xia Yang has noticed it, but I will remind him later.

Hehe, the little fat man couldn't help laughing, Xia Yang is really his lucky star.

Then he should also remind Xia Yang that it would be the icing on the cake for Xia Yang's "love letter".
When he was about to turn his head, he suddenly felt a figure flashing in front of him, and he quickly raised his head to look.

　It's been really bad lately.

　　I go to the hospital almost every day.

　　First, the inexplicable swollen face and allergies, and then the swollen eyes, finally disappeared. This morning, I woke up with a toothache again.

　　I am also speechless.

　　Seeing that the New Year has passed, this broken body still gives me embarrassment.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)