Chapter 27

Wang Huiyun was originally a tonsil problem, but his condition worsened after infection and turned into pneumonia.

One of the diseases requires rest, and the other is the danger of infection, so all the students under her team have suspended classes, and the return date depends on her physical condition.

But this is not a good thing for Cheng Yin.

Chen Ran, this stinky man, was like a demon. He asked her to hand in her homework every day when she arrived at school, and forced her to correct the wrong questions after class.

Cheng Yin didn't know what he had done wrong.

Is she not pretty enough?

Is she not cute enough?

Why can others have sweet love, but she can only hold the test paper lingering every day.

There is no love without exam papers.

After doing the test paper, there may only be family affection.

It's not like that in romance novels.

"Alas." Cheng Yin sighed, "Life is so difficult."

Xie Changxing walked side by side with her, "Who said no."

It happened to be exercise time between classes, and she and Xie Changxing went to the comprehensive building to pick up the new issue of Chalk Drawing on the blackboard.

Because Cheng Yin can write well and Xie Changxing can draw, so the blackboard newspapers in the class for the past three years are basically contracted by the two of them.

"What are you bothering about?"

Xie Changxing asked.

"You don't understand." Cheng Yin dragged his feet, but Xie Changxing didn't walk too fast.

The place to get the chalk was in the office at the far end of the third floor. The two of them were familiar with each other and took a shortcut.

But when they passed a classroom on the third floor, the two heard laughter from a distance.

It is not uncommon to hear laughter in the school, but it is rare that it happened in this complex, which is rarely visited by people.

Intuition tells Cheng Yin that something bad is happening here.

Cheng Yin and Xie Changxing exchanged glances and walked over looking for the voice.

It's an unused classroom.

Some old desks that are not in use are stacked along the four walls, leaving a space in the middle.

Five or six boys were sitting on four sides, laughing and throwing a thick notebook.

You throw it to me, I throw it to you, there is no routine, a boy with black-rimmed glasses in the middle is chasing the notebook like a puppet.

But those boys deliberately wanted to piss him off, how could he get it.

They laughed more and more vigorously, and laughed louder and louder. One of the boys took the notebook and waved to the boy with black-rimmed glasses in the middle.

"Come and get it."

The boy with black-rimmed glasses really walked over to get it, and the boy immediately threw it behind him.

Cheng Yin looked very angry outside.

"Are they sick?"

Xie Changxing looked around on his feet, and said, "The man in the middle is Zhao Weilin, the one who took the exam for five years."

It was him.

Cheng Yin had heard of it many times, and this was the first time he had seen him in person.

"The other ones are from Class 7, and Zhao Weilin is repeating in their class this year."

After Xie Changxing finished speaking, Cheng Yin pushed open the door of this classroom.

"Hey!" Unable to stop it, Xie Changxing had no choice but to follow.

Several people inside saw Cheng Yin, and they all fixed their eyes.

One of them jumped off the table, looking the most condescending, but leaned against the table half-slanted, "Yo, isn't this our school belle."

Immediately after Xie Changxing walked in, the man said again, "The president of the student council is here too."

Xie Changxing was the student council president in his second year of high school, so almost everyone of his age knew him.

When he spoke, Zhao Weilin quickly picked up the notebook on the ground and prepared to leave.

A boy by the door suddenly stretched his legs to stop him.

"What are you going to go? Did I tell you to go?"

The boy's voice was too arrogant, making Cheng Yin uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?"

A few boys said with a smile: "Let's play with him."

Zhao Weilin stood in the corner with his notebook in his arms, his head bowed, his eyes blank.

This kind of thing is well known to everyone, even if it is said, it seems to be useless.

Do you say "Are you bullying your classmates? I'm going to tell the teacher!"?

"Let's go," Xie Changxing said. "The class is about to begin. This Wednesday, the principal will inspect the class."

boring.

Of course those boys knew that Xie Changxing and Cheng Yin were helping Zhao Weilin, but they all gave Cheng Yin face.

"Let's go."

Taking the lead with a roar, several people walked out lazily.

Zhao Weilin was still standing in the corner with his notebook in his arms.

Cheng Yin walked to the place where the boy was sitting just now.

On the ground is Zhao Weilin's schoolbag, which seems to have been stepped on, with a footprint on it.

Cheng Yin picked up the schoolbag, patted off the ashes, and handed it to Zhao Weilin.

"They take your notebook, you just ignore them, why should you be teased by them?"

Zhao Weilin has a high degree of myopia, and the lenses of his glasses are as thick as a mobile phone.

He is actually quite tall, but he has a strong hunchback, so he doesn't look energetic.

"This notebook is very important."

"Ah?" Although Cheng Yin was shocked, he didn't ask much, "Then hurry up, you will have class in a while."

Zhao Weilin said "thank you" and turned away.

Passing by Xie Changxing's side, he stopped and said "thank you".

Cheng Yin had only heard a few words about Zhao Weilin, most of which were not good.

Some people say that he has low emotional intelligence and doesn't communicate much with people.

Although everyone is not very willing to play with him.

Some people say that his IQ is low, and every word the teacher says will be recorded in class, but he has not been admitted to the undergraduate course for five years.

Moreover, the eyes under his glasses are often dull, thin and well-dressed, which naturally corresponds to the evaluation of "low IQ".

Speaking of this situation, Xie Changxing curled his lips, "If I had him, he would not go to university, and it would be good to learn a technique or something."

"Well, who knows what he thinks."

This little episode was delayed for a while, the two walked fast, went to pick up the chalk and hurried back to the classroom.

In the following days, Cheng Yin often met Zhao Weilin at school.

Cheng Yin thought that the two knew each other, so he would say hello when he saw him.

At first, Zhao Weilin was dazed and didn't respond, but then he gradually smiled with her.

One day Cheng Yin went to lunch with Xie Ying.

They went a little late, and when they turned around after dinner, they couldn't see any vacancies.

The two were looking for a seat with their plates, and suddenly someone called "Cheng Yin".

Cheng Yin and Xie Ying both turned their heads and found that the person calling her was Zhao Weilin.

Zhao Weilin sat alone in the corner.

Although he called Cheng Yin, he didn't dare to look up when he really waited for her to turn around.

regret to death.

With so many people watching here, Cheng Yin will definitely not come.

Who would sit and eat with him...

And that person is still the school flower who just filmed the school celebration video.

Another is the pride of the teacher and the principal - the first in the whole grade.

The noise of the cafeteria was amplified infinitely in Zhao Weilin's ears, and his brain was also hot, and the whole person seemed to be weightless.

He wanted to run away sullenly with his plate.

"When will the school expand the cafeteria? I only know that the enrollment will be expanded. If this goes on, will I have to wait in line to eat?"

- Xie Ying said.

Zhao Weilin raised his head suddenly, Cheng Yin and Xie Ying were already sitting in front of him.

"I heard that the school may start to eat lunch in batches after get off work." Cheng Yin twisted open a bottle of juice, looked up and said to Zhao Weilin, "Thank you."

Not only did he sit down, but he also said thank you.

Zhao Weilin didn't even react, and he didn't know where to look.

"Hey, I'm going to start reviewing the content of the first semester of high school next month. I can't find any math books in my senior year. Do you have any?"

"Hey, why are you in a daze?" Cheng Yin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

"Ah? Are you talking to me?" Zhao Weilin reacted, but continued to confirm, "Are you asking me?"

This time it wasn't just Cheng Yin, even Xie Ying gave him a strange look.

"Is there anyone else at our table?"

Zhao Weilin felt that he was embarrassed again, his neck reddened, and he said, "There are some."

The third time he repeated his studies, he changed schools. It was a special repetition class, and the school issued a new set of textbooks.

"Then can I use it?" Cheng Yin asked.

"Yes, yes." Zhao Weilin nodded again and again, "I'll bring it to you next week."

In the second week, Zhao Weilin took the textbook for the first semester of high school and walked to the door of the classroom of Class 5 nervously.

At this time, Cheng Yin was changing the blackboard newspaper.

Xie Ying just found out that there were several typos in the blackboard report she wrote last week, so she moved Chen Ran's desk and stepped on it to correct it.

Zhao Weilin stood timidly at the door of the classroom, wanting to call Cheng Yin, but afraid of attracting too many people's attention, so he walked in quietly and put the book at Cheng Yin's feet.

"I brought you the book."

Cheng Yin held the chalk in one hand and the blackboard eraser in the other, lowered his head and smiled, "Thank you, I'll give it back to you when I run out."

Although Zhao Weilin has tried his best to keep a low profile, a few people in the back row noticed him and whispered together.

Zhao Weilin immediately turned around and left.

Cheng Yin continued to change the blackboard newspaper.

After being robbed of a table, Chen Ran, who was sitting alone, raised his head and asked, "Who is it?"

Cheng Yin said while writing, "The seventh class."

"new friend?"

"Hmm~"

Cheng Yin's tail rises, which sounds a little smug.

Chen Ran was inexplicably unhappy.

"Why do you look so anxious?"

Cheng Yin, who was pressed to write the test paper for two weeks and ruthlessly strangled the seeds of love, rolled his eyes at the blackboard.

"Yeah, I'm as old as you are."

Chen Ran raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Yin deeply.

He reached out and grabbed Cheng Yin's ankle.

It was almost as thin as her wrist, and when she grasped it, it left a lot of space.

"You think I'm old?"

The chalk in Cheng Yin's hand suddenly fell off, and she felt like her ankle was electrocuted.

Waddled.

"You, you let me go!" She stomped her other foot, "Don't move me!"

Chen Ran squeezed hard and asked again, "You think I'm old?"

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

"No." Cheng Yin said, "I was wrong."

Chen Ran slightly hooked her lips and released her ankle.

Cheng Yin immediately thought about it.

She turned her back to the blackboard, and when she was about to jump, the table shook.

The school desks are also several years old and not too stable.

She hesitated.

Just when she was about to squat down and support the table to climb down, Chen Ran suddenly got up, held her waist and hugged her down.

Chen Ran's aura suddenly became very close.

It was so close that Cheng Yin felt that her breath was entangled with him.

Done.

Cheng Yin felt that even if she pressed her to write papers every day, she still wanted love.

The moment of hug ended when Cheng Yin's feet touched the ground.

Chen Ran let go, but Cheng Yin's hands were still on Chen Ran's chest.

She lowered her head and said softly, "that...my birthday next week, are you really not coming?"

Chen Ran looked at her with a bit of apology in his eyes.

"It's not that I didn't go on purpose. It was the birthday of a very important friend of mine. I had to be there."

His voice was right next to his ear, low but gentle.

But Cheng Yin was still a little unhappy.

She shrugged.

I feel like crying.

Eighteenth birthday, miss him very much.

He didn't come.

Chen Ran saw her loss clearly, and her heart softened a lot.

Unconsciously, he called out "Ayin".

The name that people closest to her would call.

"Good."

Cheng Yin quietly raised his hand and held his little finger, wanting to beg him again.

"Are you really not going?"

Just one second away, Chen Ran was about to change his mind.

At this moment, Xie Ying coughed suddenly.

Chen Ran looked up and saw Zhang Yuehai coming in through the front door.

Cheng Yin naturally saw it too.

She immediately released her hand and jumped back to her seat.

Changing expressions has become faster than taking selfies.

Ah.

Chen Ran's tenderness disappeared.

Just this courage still wants to fall in love.

He moved back to his table and sat down.

Cheng Yin was still blushing, looked at him several times, and said slowly, "I..."

"Don't make trouble." Chen Ran interrupted her, "You only did half of yesterday's test paper. Please complete it before school at noon today."

Cheng Yin: "..."

Smelly man.

Don't go.

One less person and I save some money.

Who cares!

She flipped out the Chinese textbook heavily, slammed it on the desk, and poked Xie Ying's back.

Xie Ying turned around, "Why?"

"Next Friday, Wanda Haidilao, remember to come."

Xie Ying nodded.

Cheng Yin added: "After eating, let's go to sing."

Xie Ying: "Yeah."

Cheng Yin looked at Nie Nan again: "You have to come too."

Nie Nan would not refuse, "Who else is there?"

Cheng Yin said, "I also plan to call Qin Xuanyang and Wang Zhaozhao."

These two girls have a good relationship with Cheng Yin in the class.

"Ah?" Nie Nan said, "It's all girls? How embarrassing am I? Aren't you called a boy?"

Cheng Yin hummed, "Of course I want to call it! I want to call Xie Changxing, and, and..."

Who else?

She has no male friends.

Xie Ying added: "Zhao Weilin, I heard that he doesn't have any friends in their class. It's pitiful."

"Okay." Cheng Yin suddenly thought of another one, "By the way, I want to be called Zhang Skykai!"

"Ah! Zhang Skye!" Xie Ying exaggeratedly cooperated with Cheng Yin, "It's that handsome and handsome senior brother from your fencing club!"

Cheng Yin nodded sharply.

"That's right, it's him!"

Humph.

Chen Ran glanced at them indifferently.

Little kid tricks.

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