She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 11
The two walked to the last row one after the other.

I don't know if it's her own illusion, but Lin Qingyou always felt that the students in her class looked at her with a sense of sadness and coldness, and a sense of tragedy when a strong man is gone and will never return, as if he was looking at a heroic soldier.

It seems that she is not taking the road to the seat, but the road to the grave.

Jing Xing stopped in front of the seat, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Sit inside or outside?"

Quite a gentleman.

Lin Qingyou walked behind him, and seeing him stop, she stopped too: "Ah... I'll sit outside."

Jing Xing nodded casually and sat inside.

Lin Qingyou paused, took off her schoolbag, and sat down beside him.

The two boys in front of the boss looked at each other, hugged their own table by coincidence, pushed it forward tremblingly, then grabbed the stool tremblingly, and moved forward tremblingly little by little.

Lin Qingyou suspected that the students in this class might suffer from some kind of collective Parkinson's syndrome.

Their movements were not large, but because Lin Qingyou had been paying attention to them, she watched helplessly as there was a space in front of her and her new tablemate for another person to sit.

"Ah! Great ideals are conceived at this time, ah! Noble sentiments are sprouted at this time, ah! The glory of life is laid at this time, ah! Good habits are formed at this time."

Old Xu patted the podium and spoke passionately. When the emotion got deep, he even began to wave his arms unconsciously, wanting to interact with the students below, but there was deathly silence below, without any echo.

But it doesn't matter, his enthusiasm will not dissipate because of this coldness.

"Students! Time is fleeting, there is a time for youth, you are the rising sun, you are the pillars of the society, and you are the hope of the future country! Come! Now read it out loud with me three times——I advise you not to cherish the golden lace Clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth!"

The whole class: "..."

He didn't use a loudspeaker, but his voice was exceptionally clear in class.

Because from a certain subtle point of time, a quiet and eerie atmosphere began to brew in the class inexplicably, as if he was not going to school, but going to the grave.

Lin Qingyou glanced at Jing Xing quietly from the corner of her eye. The school bully student was wearing a No. [-] Middle School uniform, and the zipper of his jacket was pulled up to his chest. Probably because of the heat, his cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a cold, white and thin body. forearm.

He propped his chin with his left hand, his eyelashes drooped low, and the black hair on his forehead fell down, covering his narrow, dark eyes. With the other free hand, he was spinning a carbon pen absently.

His hair has not been dyed or permed, and there are no big earrings and black earrings on his ears. Compared with the other rebellious and non-mainstream people in Class [-] with big backs and hot tinfoil, the school bully is just like a regular guy who wins awards every year and wears red flowers on his chest. Energy boy.

It doesn't look like someone who is so irritable that he can beat someone onto a stretcher. Lin Qingyou once again had doubts about the rumor about the ambulance.

"...Okay, I'll stop here for now. Next, let's invite the students to take turns on stage. Let's introduce ourselves first."

Lao Xu took a look at his speech, finally finished his acceptance speech with satisfaction, and left the stage to the students below.

"Everyone knows each other and spent the past two years loving each other."

Lin Qingyou clearly saw that when Lao Xu said the four words "love each other", the two classmates in front of her were shaking from head to toe.

Who the hell wants to be in love with the school bully? !

"Come on, this classmate, let's start with you." Old Xu pointed to the girl with ponytail in the first row by the window.

"Hi everyone, my name is Tong Tong, I'm from class [-]..."

"I'm Han Xiaomeng, a native of Xiangzhou, originally from Class Nine..."

Soon, it was Jing Xing's turn to introduce himself.

(End of this chapter)