surrender to her

Chapter 6
The fourth floor of Mingyuan Building, class 20.

Maybe it's because they only got together for a week in the new semester, they haven't gotten to know each other well yet, the class is not that noisy, and in the penultimate row in the middle, Gao Wenbo is eating a steamed stuffed bun and chatting with the girl at the back table.

"I went to Niubi. From the second grade of primary school to now, if you and your partner had sex earlier, you could go back to the ancient times and say hello to Pangu Nuwa."

Gao Ci: "..."

Xiang Zhao interjected while dancing old disco steps: "Sister, don't be afraid, his language art has always been shocking, just get used to it."

While chatting, he didn't forget to pull away the chair next to Gao Ci, and wiped it with his sleeve like a dog's leg, "Sister, this is the seat that Hiroko and I selected for you when the seats were adjusted. No one sat for a week. It's all gray."

Even if he entered the class through the back door, Meng Cheng's arrival caused quite a stir.

Leaving aside her face for the time being, let’s talk about her attire, a tight-fitting crop top with a small V-neck cut on the chest, high-waisted straight-leg trousers, and a silver metal leg chain. Her black hair is tied into a beautiful high ponytail , with fluffy hair in front of his forehead, and a dark and unruly outfit that flaunts freely, cool and uninhibited.

Coupled with her coquettish face that cannot be ignored, it seems that she came to school, as if she came to find trouble for the teacher in charge of appearance in the school's Political and Education Department.

A ready-made topic to promote communication among the new classes came, and discussions sprung up all of a sudden, about her appearance, family background, and rumors about her who were rumored to be deviant...

Meng Cheng was calm and composed, ignoring these miscellaneous gazes, but after sitting down, the scorching gaze closest to her couldn't be ignored, so she turned her head to look at her deskmate.

Gao Ci blushed inexplicably: "Damn, Made, you look like the air on Mount Everest."

Meng Cheng: "?"

"It's so beautiful that I can't breathe."

"..."

Meng Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled generously: "Okay, I'll take care of the oxygen cylinder for the next year, it's enough."

"My name is Gao Ci."

"Farewell?"

Gao Ci was informal, shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly: "You can call it that, it just has a Shaanxi flavor."

Meng Cheng laughed, "Meng Cheng."

Gao Wenbo hadn't finished eating the steamed stuffed bun in front of him, so he copied his homework while chewing, Xiang Zhao put down his schoolbag, turned his head to look at the single seat in the corner of the last row, and then looked at his watch, "Oh, my classmate He hasn't come yet .”

"Are you saying that you are a bitch? No one cares about you. How about I spend a lot of money to buy a piece of marble tomorrow and set up a gilded dog licking memorial archway for you?"

Xiang Zhao: "..."

He drooped his head, looking like an unfavored little daughter-in-law who was alone in the vacant room.

The class bell rang, the math teacher walked in, and the chatter in the class gradually quieted down.

The new textbooks and books were tidied up and placed neatly in the pocket of the desk. Meng Cheng was completely unfamiliar with his own things. After searching for a long time, he found Mathematics Compulsory One, which seemed to be missing something.

She thought for a while, and happened to cast her eyes diagonally forward, then leaned forward without hesitation, skillfully took away the brush that was dancing in Gao Wenbo's hand, "Confiscation."

Gao Wenbo: "..."

Robbery!

The teacher continued the content of the previous class with a new chapter on functions, while Meng Cheng opened the book and glanced at the first page of the table of contents.

Ah, the light of knowledge is so dazzling.

All of a sudden, it hurt her eyes and brain cells, and she needed to rest first.

Tucking the tail of her hair that was hanging down behind her back, she was just about to get down on the ground after closing the book, when a boy's indifferent and cold voice suddenly sounded from the back door two or three meters away.

"Report."

The voice quality of the young man is slightly deep, like the melting ice and snow on the high mountain, and the frosty rime adhering to the trees. It is clean and pure, but there is no temperature and no ups and downs.

The word "simple" passed by the ear lightly, turning into a cluster of small electric currents and penetrating into the ear canal, which made Meng Cheng's body stiffen suddenly.

She was stunned for a moment, without turning her head, but an outline of a face was instantly matched in her mind, which was cold and clear, and deeply imprinted in her heart.

What does it mean to walk through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it? It takes no effort to get it.

God help her get out of the singles.

The teacher who had just said a few sentences stopped when he heard the sound, raised his head and looked at the tall and thin boy at the back door, as if remembering something, frowned slightly, and said in a slightly displeased tone: "If I remember correctly, I was in my class last time. You were the one who was late for school, and you have been late twice since school started, what's going on? What's your name?"

Without exception, everyone in the class turned their heads and looked back. The boiling discussion gradually revived, and the momentum was no less than when Meng Cheng came in just now, but the various words could not make out anything specific.

Speaking of these two, one didn’t show up for a week, and they were very airy, and the other basically didn’t speak much except for being late and shouting reports, closed eccentricities, and people deliberately paid attention to and interpreted and judged the half-truths behind them The fake story can indeed be called the "big celebrity" who ranks first in the topic list of class [-] and even grade.

The difference is that they look at the latter with more complicated eyes, including gossip, inconspicuous contempt, undisguised disgust, sympathetic pity, and appreciation of excellent appearance—in this kind of Appreciate it, there is a layer of regretful connotation of "he is not worthy" and "wasting his face".

These gazes are invisible but more tangible, He Liangchi accepted them all, and habitually endured them silently, feeling numb.

He lowered his eyes, expressionless, and hung an old black schoolbag loosely on his thin shoulders. He was silent for a while, and only said: "Sorry teacher, I won't do it next time."

The teacher didn't want to delay the class, so he warned: "Don't be an example, hurry back to your seat."

Seeing the boy walk in and sit down on the slightly special single seat near the window in the innermost part of the last row, the teacher subconsciously frowned a little bit, then shook his head lightly.

Sometimes it is really that simple to plant the seeds of prejudice in the bottom of my heart, or to directly deny a person.

And every such nonchalant, colored look falls down like a straw, but it weighs a thousand catties when it hits a person.

"Okay! Quiet!"

"Let's continue with this example..."

As the class continued, the eyes that fell on him were withdrawn one by one, only the one with the strongest sense of presence in the corner of the eye stayed there. He Liangchi paused when he took out the textbook, and tilted his head slightly in a strange way.

Meeting Meng Cheng's naked and straightforward gaze, filled with joyful anticipation.

There was no table next to him, and there was about two aisle-width gaps between them.

He Liangchi's heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and he squeezed the corner of the page tightly.

No one had looked at him so innocently.

there has never been.

After staring at each other for less than two seconds, the boy turned his head. Meng Cheng didn't even have a chance to move his lips to say a word, but he seemed to be in the state of listening to the class, and his reaction was so flat that Meng Cheng felt that he didn't remember her at all.

There will inevitably be some small disappointments.

In the next class, Meng Cheng was either staring at people or lamenting the wonder of fate. She did nothing else. Although she didn't like to study, she still maintained a good consciousness of not disturbing others and not disturbing the classroom order.

Gao Cizang was playing with her mobile phone in the pocket of the table. During the period, she raised her head several times to "inspect" the situation, but found that the person next to her turned her head and stretched her neck to look at it. Finally, she couldn't help poking her and asked, "You keep staring at me?" What are you looking at him for?"

Meng Cheng enjoyed it, "See if he doesn't feel sleepy, handsome guys are not much more interesting than mathematics."

"..." Gao Ci was speechless.

Not only did she not feel drowsy, but she was also full of energy and her heart was pounding.

(End of this chapter)