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Chapter 22 The Son of Heaven
After counting down for [-] days, I changed seats. The Marshal sat in front of me, and the emperor sat behind me.

The man's surname was Zhou and he claimed to be the Son of Heaven.

I saw this name when I was helping to pass on the homework: "You are not humble? You call yourself the Son of Zhou?"

"You also take care of the emperor's affairs?" He consciously brought himself into the role.

I didn't know if I was stuck in my head or something, but when I remembered that my surname was Zhu, I said, "If you are the emperor, I'm still a prince."

"Yes, you are my vassal." He sneered.

The emperor has read a lot of books, and he knows a lot about history. He has a face of "very good at mathematics", and he has his own unique views and insights on many things.

Although they are the same age, sometimes there will be a generation gap when they get along. The dramas and movies he likes to watch, including novels, are all works of the 80s and [-]s, and they have a lot of common topics with Sister Qin.

Number Six once commented on the Son of Heaven like this: "He will definitely be a popular son-in-law, I feel that he can really chat with people of my mother's generation."

The Son of Heaven and the Marshal are young, but their personalities are completely different.

Sometimes I can't write the second sub-question of several big questions at the back of the math paper, but the paper will be collected during recess, and I will ask the commander and the emperor for emergency.

The general usually handed it over directly from under the table, and copied it for me first, and asked questions after class that I didn’t understand.

The emperor was different. The emperor insisted on saying a few words about me first, and then gave me the paper.

The words I heard the most from him were: "Can you use your brain?" "Can you do some homework by yourself?"

Sometimes when I feel sleepy in class, my head nods like a rattle, and the boss will knock on my desk. The sound is just loud enough to wake me up without attracting the teacher’s attention. Then after class, he still crazily complained about me: "Still sleeping, still sleeping, you are really bad."

For a while, roommates either went back to the dormitory to wash their hair and take a shower, or they were sick and asked for leave, and suddenly there was no one to eat dinner with.

"Hey, where do you have dinner?" I asked the emperor and the commander-in-chief.

"Where to eat? Of course in the cafeteria." The emperor looked at me with an expression of looking at a fool.

"Why? Where else can I eat it? Could it be in the toilet?" The commander added.

Generally, boys have a good meal to take a shower at night, and they move very quickly. Unlike girls, washing hair and taking a bath is a bit more troublesome. You can't have both meals and hair washing. When washing your hair, you can only eat instant noodles in the dormitory.

"I mean, eat in the dormitory or in the cafeteria." I sighed, I don't know if there is a problem with my brain circuit or their brain circuit, "My roommate and the others are not going to the cafeteria today, can I Eat with you?"

"It's up to you." The emperor was very casual about many things.

"Hey, why are you so unpopular? You don't even have anyone to eat." The handsome "laughed" at me.

But when it's time to eat after class, the emperor will say: "Let's go, let's eat." He really takes what you said seriously.

Boys have big steps, and I sometimes trot when I follow them. They usually run to eat, but if I follow, I just walk to the cafeteria, otherwise I really can’t keep up with their speed.

When the holidays were about to start, there wasn’t much money in the card, so I borrowed money from them for meals, and they would give the card directly, and then said that the money was not urgent, just remember to pay it back.

For class cleaning, I am responsible for wiping the blackboard.

But I often can't remember it. Sometimes the teacher came to class and asked, "Is no one cleaning the blackboard today?"

I just realized and got up quickly.The emperor sometimes reacts faster than me, and directly wipes it for me.

After all, there are three blackboards, and it is really embarrassing for one person to wipe them.

Afterwards, I ran over to say thank you, but the Son of Heaven didn't care about it: "Don't be polite to me, it's a small matter, just remember to treat me to barbecue."

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　In high school, the distance of the seat really affects the relationship between classmates!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)