Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 963 The Most Romantic Thing - Go by Yourself

Going up to the third floor, Xia Yang glanced at the door number of the classroom on the right, Second Grade (Class 4)? !
He remembered that Ouyang Fuqian seemed to be in class two (1) of junior high school. He walked a few steps to the left and saw that the house number was class two (5) of junior high school!

Oh, I went to the wrong floor!
Xia Yang lowered his head and smiled, shook the exercise book in his hand again, took a few steps back, turned around, and walked towards the fourth floor.

After crossing the stairs on the fourth floor, I took two steps towards the window in the corridor, looked left and right, just right, Class 1 ([-]) was on the left!

Instinctively walked to the back door of the classroom, and looked inside through the half-open back door.

I couldn't help but startled.

so quiet?

Everyone buried their heads at the table, either reading or writing.

There was no sound in the huge classroom, oh no, to be precise, no one was talking, not even whispering.

Is this the so-called elite class?

He once heard from the little fat man that the elite classes in the first and second year of junior high school are arranged according to their grades. It is said that in the second year of junior high school, the elite class will be condensed to four classes, and that in the third year of junior high school, it will be condensed to two classes.

two classes?
When he heard it, he couldn't help but startled for a moment, thinking about it, two classes?
Isn't that one of the top [-] people?
The little fat man was startled, then immediately shook his head and shrugged habitually: I don't know.Otherwise, I will go back and find someone to ask.

Xia Yang glanced at the little fat man, originally wanted to nod, but after thinking about it, let's forget it.

Anyway, Xia Tian is the top [-] people in the grade, so I went to ask him.

Why let the little fat man find someone to ask again, and waste time as a transfer station.

Later that day, on the way home, he also inadvertently mentioned to Xia Tian that in the two elite classes of the third year of junior high school, the personnel on the top [-] list will be equally distributed, or will the two classes directly have one in the top fifty and the other in the top [-]? The last is the last fifty, and there is a difference between good and bad?

Xia Tian glanced at him, stared fixedly for two seconds, then laughed, and asked with a smile: What do you think?
He smiled and looked towards Xia Tian: If I knew, would I still ask you?

Xia Tian gave him a blank look: the two classes are similar, but they are not evenly distributed, and the grades are naturally not the same.

At that time, he began to understand that in the third year of junior high school, the top [-] students were divided into two classes.

Summer is in the third (1) class of junior high school!

He hasn't been there.

Xia Yang looked into the classroom through the back door of Class No. 1 ([-]).

The elite class is really different from their class.

Their class?
When he came to his class, there were groups of threes and fours gathering together to talk nonsense and gossip.

No, because today is the first day of school and the books haven't been handed out yet.

Even in normal times, even in self-study classes, their class has never been so quiet. From the back door of the classroom, looking from his direction, there are groups of three or four gathering together to whisper, or gathering in twos and threes to whisper.

Sure enough, it is different from the elite class.

Xia Yang looked into the classroom again, feeling dazed for a moment.

This group of blue and white school uniforms, the uneven back of the head, he really couldn't tell which one was Ouyang Fuqian.

After thinking about it, he moved to the back door of the back classroom, and lightly patted the shoulder of the boy by the back door.

I patted it, but there was no response.

I took another shot, but still no response.

He increased the strength of his hand and patted it again, hey, that boy turned his head and looked at him.

Xia Yang squeezed out a smile that he thought was handsome, and before he could speak, he saw an expressionless face.

Oh, what's the situation?
The legendary nerd?
Xia Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

That expressionless face was looking at him intently!

Only then did Xia Yang realize that there was a thin black rope next to the man's lowered arm. Look carefully, it turned out to be an earphone? !
Even listening to the Walkman?

No wonder, after taking three shots, there was no response!

He almost thought that this person was unresponsive and was about to take the fourth shot.

That's it!

Like Little Fatty and the others, they all like listening to music?

listening to music?

Xia Yang couldn't help but squinted his eyes again, and looked at the expressionless face again, isn't he listening to a song?

Could it be that this person is also learning what Xia Tian taught him, using the Walkman to learn English?
Since when is summer so generous?Made his experiences public?

He only mentioned it to the little fat man and the others, but when he turned around, he wanted to ask Xia Tian about it.

In the next second, Xia Yang immediately came to his senses again. Could it be that he has good academic performance and knows how to do this?
Xia Yang was slightly taken aback, then suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and smiled: "Student, excuse me, can you call Ouyang Fuqian for me?"

On the boy's expressionless face, a pair of slender eyes instantly widened a little.

Thinking of the person in front of him wearing headphones, he might not have heard clearly!Xia Yang couldn't help but amplified his voice a little more: "Student, please call Ouyang Fuqian."

The boy with the slender eyes blinked slightly, glanced at Xia Yang, and turned around expressionlessly.

This?
Xia Yang by the back door couldn't help being stunned.

Does this person not want to see him?Or was he deliberately ignoring him because of his deafness?Or did he ignore him because the person he was looking for was Ouyang Fuqian?

NND, this nerd!

Must be jealous of his handsomeness!Did you deliberately not call Xiaoqian for him?
Oh, what a big deal.

The corner of Xia Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he retreated out the back door.

Mountains can't come over, people can go over!

He has already arrived at the back door of class 1 of the second grade of junior high school. Is there any reason to quit?
Just a joke!
He likes to sit by the back door, that's because he doesn't like excitement, Ouyang Fuqian is a girl, so naturally he sits in the front few rows.

Since you can't see who is Ouyang Fuqian by the back door, you can always see it by the front door, right?
not to mention!
Hey.

Xia Yang smiled, and raised his hand to touch his not-so-long hair. If he appeared at the front door of the classroom, Ouyang Fuqian wouldn't be surprised, right?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but slow down, and looked towards the large bright and spacious window, and the person who caught my eyes was the person who bowed his head and turned the pages of the book seriously.

I can't help but sigh again in my heart, these girls are too serious.

When the top [-] list came out, he was going to look at the top [-] list of the second grade. Besides Ouyang Fuqian, there were a few other girls with good grades.

After taking two steps forward, Xia Yang couldn't help but slow down again after crossing the spacious and bright window.

That Ouyang Fuqian, who is number one in the school, is not studying hard right now?Like those serious girls, or that nerdy guy in the last row you just saw?
No, no, probably not.

Xia Yang denied this idea in an instant.

The Ouyang Fuqian he saw, although his brows were a little cold and arrogant, was not at all like that stupid nerd in the back row.

Thinking of the previous conversations in the office building, where is there a bit of a bookish taste?
Obviously a very interesting person!

Well, that's right!

Thinking of this, Xia Yang shook his short short hair, raised his head and touched it, and strode towards the front door of Class Two (1).

As soon as he walked to the front door of the classroom, before he could lift his foot to take a step forward, he saw someone looking towards the door.

Xia Yang intuitively looked at the gaze that was looking over.

(End of this chapter)