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There was a gust of wind outside the window, and the glass on the window vibrated several times to make a sound.

Lin Feng Xu, sitting in the last row of the last group, leaned against the table with his right hand on his cheek and a pen in his left hand to write and draw on the draft book.

He's still left-handed.

"Let's start the class. Shen Yang, you sit down with Lin fengxu. Your textbook hasn't been sent out yet. You should use books with him first."

All of a sudden, Lin Feng Xu raised his head and looked at Shen Yang.

Shen Yang nodded: "OK."

Lin fengxu put down the pen in his hand and watched Shen Yang walk down the platform and walk towards him.

When Shen Yang saw Lin fengxu's silly expression, he felt funny. He didn't seem to know why Shen Yang knew him.

Jiang Chao sits near the back door. He looks at Shen Yang, who is walking towards Lin fengxu. He suddenly remembers what happened in the basketball court.

Isn't this the person who just followed Liu he? Also help Lin fengxu block Liu He's blame.

Dare he know Lin fengxu?

Class 9 of senior two has double seats, but the total number of students in the class is 51. In addition to the special single seats on both sides of the platform, there will be one left.

Lin fengxu is the rest, because he doesn't like to sit at the same table with others.

But Hong Hong Hong has obsessive-compulsive disorder and can't see the class table is not neat.

So even if a seat is empty, she will arrange a table beside Lin fengxu.

"Even if you sit on two stools alone and sit on one side of your buttocks, I won't talk about you. Just like this, you have two tables by yourself."

The above is Hong Hong Hong's original words.

Therefore, only Lin Feng Xu has extra stools and tables around him.

Shen Yang stops at Lin fengxu's table and looks at Lin fengxu who is sitting by the window. Out of politeness, he asks, "do I sit outside?"

Lin fengxu asked, "otherwise? Shall I ask you to sit down? "

"That's not necessary." Shen Yang smiles at Lin fengxu, takes the stool out from under the table, takes a look at it, confirms that there is no ash on it, and then sits down.

Lin fengxu thought Shen Yang had just remembered his name on the basketball court, but he didn't feel anything wrong.

Lin fengxu opened the Chinese book and put it between the two tables for the sake of helping him.

Hong Hong stood on the platform and looked at the two people in the corner, and found that they were unexpectedly quite harmonious. They thought that they were familiar with each other last night.

She cheerfully praised Shen Yang in her heart, pushed the blackboard away, plugged the USB flash disk into the jack of the all-in-one machine, opened the courseware and started teaching.

"Well, let's start the class now and turn to page 20."

Lin fengxu took up his pen in his right hand and glanced at Shen Yang's lecture record on the table as he opened the book.

The words are so beautiful.

But what does that have to do with him?

Lin fengxu laughed at himself and changed his pen from his right hand to his left hand.

The two people sat and listened to a Chinese class without any language intersection.

As soon as the bell rings, Hong Hong Hong closes her book and prepares for class.

Shen Yang also closed the lecture record, put the stool under the table, patted Lin fengxu on the shoulder, and whispered thanks to him.

Shen Yang did it on purpose.

He deliberately stood up and bent down to tuck the stool under the table. When he bent down, he put a hand on Lin fengxu's shoulder, and deliberately took advantage of this time to reach his ear and speak softly.

Shen Yang chuckled: "thank you, Lin

Lin fengxu was made to shrink his neck by this voice. When he raised his eyes again, Shen Yang had walked out of the classroom as if nothing had happened.

Looking at Shen Yang's big square appearance, Lin Feng suspects that he thinks too much.

But he still felt his right ear unnaturally.

It's itchy.

It's still a little hot.