Love you, never separate

They just think it's very novel. They take it as a joke. They just make fun of it. They don't expect to be heard by He Qing.

But they don't know, maybe it's because they take it as a joke and make fun of it unintentionally, which may drive people into the abyss completely.

He Qing looked at the classroom suddenly all turned to their own line of sight, feel the head is congested, his eyes bursts of black, almost faint.

He slightly held the table beside him. A boy who had put his hand on the table saw the hand he put up. He immediately shrank his hand under the table and dodged back in horror, as if there was something terrible on the table.

He Qing was stabbed in his eyes by his actions. He awkwardly took his hand back from the table and bowed his head to apologize gently: "I'm sorry."

The classmate ignored him, took out a bag of wipes from the hole in the table, and carefully wiped the place he Qinggang had just helped.

He Qing felt that he had never been insulted so much since he was a child, and he was used to insulting him with actions and words. He didn't feel much after listening to a few more words, but this classmate's actions really hit him. He didn't even have any slag left.

"He Qing, are you ok? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the infirmary? " Mr. Yan felt that he Qing was not right. He went forward and asked he Qing. In view of He Qing's reaction, he didn't touch He Qing again.

He Qing shook his head pale, bowed to teacher Yan, and turned to his seat.

Liu Chao was sitting on the seat staring at He Qing. When he Qing got to the side of the seat, he suddenly pushed He Qing's bench in with his feet, then raised his hand and said, "teacher Yan, I want to change my seat!"

Teacher Yan stood on the platform, just to see this scene, frowned, he Qing and classmates seem to be not very good relationship, to see a good communication.

"What's the matter? It's only a week since the beginning of school. Do you want to change places? What grudge? What grudge? When this month's exam is over, I'll rank according to my grades. By then, he Qing will definitely sit in the front row. As for your grade at the bottom of the trailer, I don't have a chance to sit with others. " Teacher Yan put his textbook on the platform and helped his glasses.

"Hate can be big, he is gay, he took a fancy to me, you want to give him to me a position, he can't point out how to harm me!" Liu Chao pointed to He Qing and said.

He Qing's already pale face almost completely lost its color at that moment. His hand under his body kept shaking. How could it be like this? How could Liu Chao say that? He can't believe that this is Liu Chao who asked him to bring delicious food back the day before yesterday.

Teacher Yan has also heard a lot of rumors these days, but after all, as for the students, there are a lot of rumors spread by mistake. Before the truth is clear, there are a lot of people who spread them casually, and he doesn't care much about them.

But now this situation seems to be much more serious than he imagined. He didn't expect Liu Chao to be so straightforward. He looked at He Qing's straight but shaking back. Suddenly, he was angry and patted a table.

"How to speak? Is that how students talk? Is that how you insulted and criticized people when you came out of college? You write two thousand words for me today and send it to me when you study in the evening. Do you hear me

"Teacher --" Liu Chao heard that teacher Yan was angry and suddenly shrank his neck. He did not dare to say a word. He suddenly glared at He Qing and wanted to say something more.

"Well, stop it, he Qing, go back to your place, and we'll start the lecture." Teacher Yan interrupted Liu Chao and said.

As soon as Mr. Yan finished, there was a lot of complaints. Some bold students raised their hands and said, "teacher, we study by ourselves in this class!"

"Oh, I know. We missed a lesson last week. Now we make it up. What's the problem?" Teacher Yan asked with a smile.

"No --" the students said reluctantly, and then one by one took out the mathematics textbooks and threw them on the table.

"OK, let's continue today --" teacher Yan looked at the obedient students, opened the textbook and began to teach.

"Teacher." He Qing's voice sounded from below, and teacher Yan looked back.

He Qing was still standing in the same place. After teacher Yan saw it, he turned around. His face was so pale that people felt that he was going to faint. He Qing pulled out a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth and said to teacher Yan, "teacher, can I move back?"

Teacher Yan was stunned. He didn't know how to deal with such a difficult situation. He had been a head teacher for three or four years and had never encountered such a thing. For a moment, he didn't know how to say, "he Qing, you --"

"Teacher, it's too noisy here. I can't settle down to study. I'll go to the back. It's quiet." He Qing knew that teacher Yan was in a dilemma and gave him a step down.

Teacher Yan pondered for a while and nodded. He knew he Qing was thinking about him. He Qing was a good child. He suddenly felt a little distressed.

He Qing himself moved the table to the back. At the beginning of school, there were not many books, so the table was very light, so he could not drag it.

Looking at He Qing's thin but strong back, Mr. Yan can't bear it all of a sudden. Especially when he Qing walks through the corridor and his classmates Dodge, he is very sad. He wants to find time to have a chat with He Qing alone.

He Qing is also a child. He is only 16 years old. Why should he bear these rumors and put some unnecessary titles on him?

He Qing's place has gradually formed an isolation area. When students go there, they will make a detour automatically. It seems that if they get closer to him, they will be infected.

People often come to the back door of their class after class to see what this particularly unbearable character is like. Almost every day after class, people come to see him, and then they can hear others talking about him. At first, it's whispering. Later, it becomes a normal voice to talk with. People in a circle can hear him, and he Qing can also hear him.

He Qing turns a deaf ear to these things. He looks at the exercises seriously, and his waist is straight. Only he knows that he cares about other people's words, and every sentence they say is inserted in his heart. He is numb with pain.

His hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and he didn't read any of the exercises. He just kept his head down and thought about something. He was thinking about why God was so unfair to him. Maybe he committed some heinous crimes in his last life.

"What are you doing around the door? How full are you? "