Bizarre Love

Chapter 29 Shameless (1)

In November, the seventh middle school ushered in the half-term exam.

For the students of No. 7 Middle School, the exam is like a battlefield, and everyone is preparing for this relatively important exam. Zhao Nuancheng, who is usually lively and lively, also read the book honestly.

Before school was over, the class teacher Fan Huiyin said: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow there will be half-term exams. You are the students of the first class, and the other classes will be watching how well you do in the exam. I won't say too much, and the teachers of other subjects will also explain. Let me just talk about the precautions in English. English is almost all multiple-choice questions, so you must pay attention to filling in the machine-reading card so that you don’t make mistakes..."

She seriously explained a lot of precautions, and then said to the class monitor Guan Xiaoye: "When school is over, arrange for the students to clean up and post the admission number."

Because the classroom needs to be changed, the desks in the classroom have to be arranged additionally.

There are only 30 people in an examination room, and almost half of the desks have to be moved to the empty classroom upstairs.

Guan Xiaoye packed her schoolbags and came over with a straight face: "This time it's the turn of the eight students in the fifth group to tidy up their seats. Pay attention when you get out of school."

She gave Fu Wenfei the test admission ticket number sticker: "I'll share this with you, I'm going home to read."

"Someone in our group asked for leave."

"That can't be helped, let other people share more. Or you can see if others are willing to help."

Fu Wenfei was a handsome boy and the deputy monitor of Class One. His grades were much better than Guan Xiaoye's, he nodded, showing some dislike for Guan Xiaoye in his eyes.

Guan Xiaoye is thin and rigid, like the old-fashioned Republic of China who came out of a book. He doesn't look very good, and he always likes to give orders after becoming a monitor.

Fu Wenfei is a boy, and he feels dissatisfied in his heart.

When the students in the class were almost gone, he asked the people in the fifth group to clean up. A classmate in their group took sick leave. Cleaning the classroom and moving the desks was hard work, so the other students naturally refused to help.

There were seven people left, and Meng Ting was among them.

There were also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Meng Ting's tablemate Hong Hui.

Several people had to move the table upstairs first.

Zhao Nuancheng made a bitter face: "Oh my God, listen, there are thirty tables in total, seven of us will move, at least four of us will be moved. From the second floor to the fifth floor, I'm going crazy just thinking about it. "

The desks in the No. 7 Middle School were made of heavy wood, and some of the desks had peeled off paint that year, making them very ugly.

Meng Ting was also a little worried, she smiled at Zhao Nuancheng comfortingly: "It's okay, take your time."

A group of people finished cleaning first, when the dust was flying all over the sky. Zhao Nuancheng and Meng Ting found a watering can to sprinkle water.

Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times, fanned the wind with her hands, and suddenly pulled La Mengting with bright eyes.

Meng Ting turned around, Liu Xiaoyi excitedly said: "Meng Ting, look outside, is it Fu Wenfei and Shen Yuqing?"

Fu Wenfei was completely different from the rigid Guan Xiaoye, his delicate face was blushing, and he took out his notebook when he came back. Handed it over to Shen Yuqing.

Shen Yuqing smiled like a flower, she didn't know what she said, Fu Wenfei blushed deeply.

Liu Xiaoyi clicked her tongue and said, "Shen Yuqing is really charming. She also took down the nerds in our class. Isn't Fu Wenfei quite noble. But isn't Shen Yuqing's ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? He was there a few days ago. Putting Jiang Ren on the back, and now he's messing with Fu Wenfei."

Meng Ting shook his head amusedly, the task of moving the desks in class had already begun.

Each girl has to move four tables.

When Liu Xiaoyi thought of this, she lost all thoughts of gossip. Resigned to his fate, he picked up a table and staggered upstairs.

The wooden table was heavy, and Meng Ting was out of breath after moving one back and forth.

Hong Hui, the man with glasses at the same table, also had a bad complexion. He was too heavy and had to go up to the fifth floor. He, a boy, also felt that it was extremely difficult, and couldn't help complaining about the team member who asked for leave.

Zhao Nuancheng was sullen, and there was no such thing as taking care of girls when moving the table. There is too much work, everyone can only move together.

At that time, in mid-November, it had been 40 minutes since No. 7 Middle School was over, and only a few birdsong could be heard in the campus, which was crisp and melodious. The ginkgo has turned yellow, and a few fallen leaves fluttered down.

Meng Ting moved the table up for the second time, and when he put down the table to catch his breath, he met an unexpected person.

Jiang Ren lazily leaned on the corridor on the third floor to smoke.

The wind blew his silver hair, and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air.

Meng Ting didn't know why he was here, so he pretended not to see him. He struggled to lift the table and wanted to continue going up.

She is slender and has a pitiful frailty.

He couldn't help smiling, put out the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can. Then he walked in front of her a few steps, easily took over the heavy wooden table with one hand, and Meng Ting lightened his hand.

"Where do you move to?"

He carried the table on his shoulders with an air of ease, as if it were weightless.

The boy's silver hair was flamboyant, and he had a bit of a ruffian taste: "Speak, you are a good student."

Meng Ting was a little flustered: "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Ren frowned: "Be honest with me, I think you went to the fifth floor, right?"

He was tall and long-legged, carrying a table, walking upstairs as easily as if he were carrying a plastic bag.

Meng Ting followed behind him.

He smelled faintly of cigarettes, and because of his crankiness, it was difficult to quit smoking. When he has mood swings, he smokes to calm himself down.

Meng Ting didn't know how Jiang Ren would move the table for herself, if someone saw her, she wouldn't be able to speak clearly.

When he reached the fifth floor, Jiang Ren stopped and put down the table. The breeze brushed her hair gently, and Meng heard that he moved up without saying a word, so he could only softly say: "Thank you."

She wanted to move into 508 by herself, so she bent down. Jiang Ren sneered, "Men work, women watch. Go to the side."

He has a good brain, even if Meng Ting doesn't know where to move in, he can figure out where the empty tables are piled up.

After moving one, Jiang Ren didn't feel out of breath, and asked her, "How many more?"

Meng Ting was a little flustered, she would rather move by herself.

Can Jiang Ren stay away from her?

She didn't speak, afraid of being seen, turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

Jiang Ren smiled angrily.

Damn, I don't know well.

He grabbed her wrist, which was slender and soft in the palm of his hand.

"Afraid of being seen? I don't want to go to your class. I'll wait for you at the stairs on the second floor. You can move there."

He lifted his chin slightly and pointed Meng Ting to the other side of the road. From there, although it is a little far away, the classmates will not bump into it.

"Let me go, I can move it myself." Meng Ting was ashamed and angry, his cheeks were a little red.

The November breeze gently brushed her forehead hair, and her soft and fair face showed a touch of cherry pink.