Love perfect score

Chapter 2

Yan Xiaomu's comprehension is too poor, Xu Qingqiao has never been a patient person, and even after teaching him a few times, he directly said that he couldn't either.

It's just that he didn't expect that after saying "no", Yan Xiaomu went to get the math teacher over after class, pointed to the test book, and said in a childish voice: "Teacher, this problem is too difficult, even Xu Qingqiao can't do it."

He was full of anger, as if he could complain to the person who wrote the textbook in the next second.

When Xu Qingqiao had a cold face and no expression, Zhang Ming in the front row was so frightened that he ran to the toilet. Yan Xiaomu squeezed to Xu Qingqiao's side unaffected, and suddenly found something, and took the tip of a pen to click on his book. After a few times, he hesitated and said: "You obviously did it, why did you lie to me?"

None of the teachers in the grade had ever seen anyone who could climb up to Xu Qingqiao's head. Seeing that Xu Qingqiao, who used to do his own way, now also has interpersonal problems, the math teacher didn't intend to take care of this matter, and walked away smiling with his hands behind his back.

Xu Qingqiao took Yan Xiaomu's math book and finished the problem for him a few times, without saying a word the whole time, and only raised his eyelids to look at him when he finished the book.

Yan Xiaomu's eye circles turned red too quickly, Xu Qingqiao looked back and saw that the man's eyes were covered with mist.

On the first day of school, it was not Xu Qingqiao's style to tear faces at the same table. He didn't intend to cause too much trouble. Yan Xiaomu's tears were completely unexpected, but luckily the tears didn't fall in the end.

When Zhang Ming came back from the toilet, he saw Yan Xiaomu was already quietly writing his test book on his seat.

Having been Yan Xiaomu's deskmate for a year, Zhang Ming knew that although this person reacted slowly and had to explain a question to him several times before he could get around it, he studied hard, and his biggest wish was to be admitted to university and earn a lot of money in the future. The store's mother lives in a big house.

Zhang Ming's current deskmate is a genius who sleeps during and after class, so it doesn't matter where he sits, so Zhang Ming changed seats with him after class, moving from in front of Xu Qingqiao to in front of Yan Xiaomu.

At this moment, Xu Qingqiao, who was expressionless for thousands of years, sat on the seat with a sullen face, and Yan Xiaomu's eyes turned red again. Zhang Ming immediately worshiped all the gods and Buddhas in his heart, and bless him and Yan Xiaomu On the way home one day, she was sacked by Xu Qingqiao's bodyguards.

In fact, except for the first day of high school, no one has ever seen Xu Qingqiao's bodyguard in black, but the legend of Xu Qingqiao's gangsters still wanders in every gossip corner of the thirteenth high school.

In the last Chinese class in the morning, Xu Qingqiao received another note from Yan Xiaomu slowly.

The note said: "Zhang Ming and I are good students, don't ask someone to beat us."

After graduating from primary school, Xu Qingqiao had never seen such tone of voice again. When reading the note, she saw Yan Xiaomu staring at him eagerly from the corner of her eye, as if she had done something wrong and needed to be forgiven.

He was obviously the one who was wronged, but he was still worried that he might have gotten into trouble.

The corners of Xu Qingqiao's mouth curled slightly unnoticeably. I don't know what it was because of his psychology. In short, he approached Yan Xiaomu, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "You all know who my dad is, right? Be more careful after school."

He used the same tone as Yan Xiaomu.

He also listened a little to the gossip in the grade, and knew what was going on in the head of the person in front of him.

Ever since his mother Shen Rong passed away, Xu Ruhai was no different from a dead person to Xu Qingqiao, and today he was joking with Yan Xiaomu, and the word "Dad" came out of his mouth again.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaomu burst into tears immediately.

Seeing the man wiping away tears with the back of his hand indiscriminately, Xu Qingqiao could almost imagine what a tragic picture this man had made up in his head, and he softened his heart immediately, and said in a low voice: "Why are you so wronged, don't bully you okay?"

The man didn't know if he was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to raise his head while lying on the table, only his body was still twitching.

Most of the classes are doing their own thing, there are not many people attending the class, and they are sitting in the last row, so Yan Xiaomu's abnormality is not obvious.

After a while, Xu Qingqiao saw this man fumbled for a while with his head down in the schoolbag in the table hole, and finally took out a handkerchief.

Holding a white handkerchief in both hands, he wiped his face, and the wet face was considered dry.

The corners of Xu Qingqiao's mouth twitched, she seldom meddled in other people's business, but she still asked, "Do you have a handkerchief with you?"

"Sister's." Yan Xiaomu replied in a low voice.

It was almost the end of get out of class, so Xu Qingqiao talked to him when he was bored, and asked him, "My dear sister?"

Yan Xiaomu nodded and said, "My sister's name is Yan Xiaoyue."

Xu Qingqiao didn't remember asking his sister's name, so she stared at him for a while, didn't say anything else, and turned her eyes back to the book, planning to take some time to memorize the Chinese text before get out of class was over.

In the first Chinese class of the new semester, it stayed on translating classical Chinese. When Xu Qingqiao finished memorizing the key passages, Yan Xiaomu next to him was still struggling to copy new words.

By the time Yan Xiaomu finished copying the new words, it was already 10 minutes since get out of class was over, the classrooms were all gone, and Zhang Ming got impatient and left first.

The overhead ceiling fan squeaked, squeaked, and no one turned it off. Yan Xiaomu enthusiastically wiped the blackboard for the incompetent student on duty, and then turned off all the classroom fans before leaving.

Mom's snack bar is only one street away from the school, get out of class ends at 12 o'clock, Yan Xiaomu walked to the snack bar at 30:[-].

It was a noodle shop, business was good at noon, Lin Xiangyu was busy entertaining guests, when she saw Yan Xiaomu came back, she told him to wash his hands and go to the back kitchen for dinner.

Yan Xiaomu went from the back kitchen to the second floor with a noodle bowl in his hands. The stairs were steep and narrow. A narrow aisle in the middle.

The light in the back kitchen was not good, and the lights had to be turned on during the day, so Yan Xiaomu walked carefully step by step, so as not to spill the soup.

There are two rooms on the second floor. One room is where my mother and sister live together. It opens to the balcony and is bigger. My father passed away early, and my sister moved out to live in the dormitory after work. My mother lives in one room by herself, and the other room He lives in the room by himself, there is not much space left for a desk and a bed, and the wardrobe has to be put in his mother's room.

Yan Xiaomu was eating noodles on his desk, and beside the table was an open copy of "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived". Yan Xiaoyue gave him a bunch of idle books before starting work. Yan Xiaomu was a slow reader and took a year to finish. two.

Zhang Ming always laughed at him, saying that everyone looked at Zhu Xian and Gui Chuideng, but who looked at Guo Jingming like him, Yan Xiaomu was very dissatisfied, saying that Chen Xue, Wang Meimei, and Liu Chunyan in the class were the same as him.

Before turning a few pages in the book, Lin Xiangyu came over to urge him to take the bowl, Yan Xiaomu drank the rest of the soup in a few sips, and went downstairs to wash the bowl by himself.

"I don't want you to wash it, I have a bucket of bowls waiting to be washed over there, what do I need for you?" Lin Xiangyu put the bowl away and wiped the table for him with a rag.

Yan Xiaomu lay on the table, squinting his eyes and smiling: "Mom, my deskmate is number one in grade."

The eyes were gone from smiling, as if he could catch some light along with it.

"My son is not bad either. Only [-] students are accepted in the liberal arts class, and my son also got in." Lin Xiangyu patted his head.

Encouraged, Yan Xiaomu raised his head and took out his English book to recite words.

After Lin Xiangyu finished her work, she came back and took a look, and saw that Yan Xiaomu's entire face had been pasted on the textbook at some point, and she fell asleep lying on the table.

The first period in the afternoon was politics class, Xu Qingqiao's seat was empty, and she came in through the back door only in the second period of English class, because her grades were good, so the teacher took a look and didn't say anything.

Before Xu Qingqiao walked to the seat, Yan Xiaomu came over and whispered, "You missed class."

"I know." Xu Qingqiao glanced at him, and took out the book from the hole in the table.

Yan Xiaomu found that Xu Qingqiao was different from the others. Thirteenth Middle School was a day school, and everyone would take their books with them after school, but Xu Qingqiao left most of the books at school.

Although I heard that the third year of high school will be self-study at night, and there are more books, and I can leave the books directly on the seat then, but it is only the second year of high school now, and everyone's seats are clean after school.

Yan Xiaomu didn't bother him anymore, straightened his back and opened his eyes wide to look at the blackboard seriously.

Xu Qingqiao couldn't bear it anymore, reached out to help Yan Xiaomu turn over a page in Yan Xiaomu's textbook, and said helplessly, "This page."

Xu Qingqiao was able to quickly lock the progress of the class as soon as he arrived in the classroom. Yan Xiaomu had already listened to half of the class, and even turned the wrong page of the book.

Xu Qingqiao is the first in grade, Yan Xiaomu is infinitely curious about him, after secretly observing him for a few days, he found that Xu Qingqiao spends most of the time in school drawing with earphones plugged in. diagram.

Sometimes I draw people, sometimes I draw birds and beasts, sometimes I draw intricately, and sometimes I just draw simple stick figures.

Yan Xiaomu asked him if he was an art student, Xu Qingqiao didn't seem too disgusted, and handed him a few magazines, Yan Xiaomu knew that Xu Qingqiao was drawing illustrations for various books and magazines.

Yan Xiaomu was just a curious baby, so Xu Qingqiao had no choice but to say a few more words, telling him that he was not an art student, that painting was purely a hobby, and that he could earn some pocket money by the way.

Yan Xiaomu thought, strange, didn't Xu Qingqiao have 1 yuan of pocket money every month?

If there is any difference between Yan Xiaomu and others, it is that the above psychological activities were all expressed by him in the form of talking to himself, and they were clearly transmitted to Xu Qingqiao's ears.

Yan Xiaomu thought again, I only have a few dozen yuan a month, how much is 1 yuan?

Xu Qingqiao naturally heard these words.

During the break between classes, Yan Xiaomu wrapped the newly bought book covers for the new textbooks, and at the same time calculated how many book covers he could buy for 1 yuan.

There was not much pocket money, Yan Xiaomu was only willing to pack a few book covers for the main subjects.

It's been a few days since school started, and the new students in the class are gradually able to strike up conversations with each other. Yan Xiaomu doesn't like to walk around after class, and often reads romance novels in his seat, and Xu Qingqiao next to him still looks like a stranger , Zhang Ming quickly changed the direction of the attack, and within two days he became one with the front table.

Yan Xiaomu doesn’t have many male friends, but he has a good relationship with the opposite sex. After being divided into classes, there will be some female classmates who used to go to the canteen after class to bring him some snacks, yogurt on the corner of the table, milk slices and fruit candy In the table hole.

When Xu Qingqiao was in the freshman year of high school, there were often some unidentified favors on Xu Qingqiao's desk. Gift notes and love letters were not missing. Later, the girls threw them into the trash can more often. Only then did the girls see his intentions clearly, and they stopped asking for trouble. .

Unlike Xu Qingqiao, the girls liked Yan Xiaomu out of liking for the youngest in the class. They were either discussing the plot of the latest Taiwanese drama with Yan Xiaomu, or asking him if he wanted to watch the latest episode of Minimalism.

Yan Xiaomu has a good temper and is always smiling and very cute, so even if he is sitting in the last row now, the girls sitting in the front row have come to him to play in less than a week since school started.

Xu Qingqiao often lays on the table to catch up on sleep after class, and sometimes his face is not very good when he is woken up by the chattering voices around him, so Yan Xiaomu whispered to the girl who came to look for him: "Shhh, Xu Qingqiao wants to sleep."

After coming and going, Yan Xiaomu still reads quietly in his seat after class.

Yan Xiaomu's own grades are not good, so he admires Xu Qingqiao who has good grades very much. He wants to be close to him and become friends, but he is afraid that he will be unhappy if he says the wrong thing or does the wrong thing. The man in black puts on a sack and it's over!

So for now, I just want to behave myself and be a good deskmate.