Chapter 489

"Bai Fengzhen is a very loyal woman in the river and lake. When she sees injustice, she will help each other. When one side is in trouble, all sides will support her. She is beautiful and kind-hearted. She has strong strength. When she ascends to the top, she will follow like a cloud. Her iron hand will shake the three rivers, and the divine power will build the five mountains..." Lu Zhengkang talked about it.

However, his deskmate ignored him. Forenoon,

is now lunch time. As a rare leisure time, everyone make complaints about the soul of Tucao that has been suppressed for a whole morning, so the cafeteria is always noisy. Sometimes people make some amazing actions, such as the screaming of the screams after being shot by the rice. When a loud shout goes out, it will flash out and cause people to catch eyes.

Lu Zhengkang and his deskmate Bai fengzhe squat in the humble corner of the dining hall. They sit opposite each other. However, Bai fengzhe has been eating silently with his head down. Lu Zhengkang turns to the back of Bai fengzhe's side. Su Xiangli is watching in the dark.

In the right rear of Lu Zhengkang, his bad friends are also quietly lurking.

Su Xiangli made a "what's the matter?" Lu Zhengkang shook his head slightly.

Zou Jiaqi turned his head and asked Zhang yingxuan, "Su Xiangli drew a circle around his ear with his fingers. What do you mean?"

"I don't know." Zhang yingxuan is gnawing at the chicken leg.

Wei Changjun didn't have to think for a moment, "are you saying that your ears are not clean? Er, no, does it mean the hair is too messy? "

Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes. He was dejected. His eyes were staring at the dinner plate. His eyes were out of focus. He was very sleepy. In the morning, he was reprimanded by the math teacher. He was asked to stand in the last row to listen to the class. Then he stood and slept for a while.

Zhang yingxuan patted Zhou Ping, "don't fall asleep. Insomnia again at night? "

"Not bad..." Simulation cabin game has brought strong nerve stimulation, which was nothing, but Zhou Ping, unfortunately, some nerves are weak, especially at night, he is difficult to sleep.

Zou Jiaqi cried in a low voice again: "Hey, Su Xiangli scratched his neck. Is this saying that Lu Zhengkang is dead?"

"Tut Tut, I guess so." Everyone chuckled.

Zhou Ping also felt funny, but he didn't have the strength, so he just grinned and bowed his head as if he was grinning, but no one cared. He enjoyed himself foolishly for a while, and then he regained his expressionless tiredness.

"They're gone. Lu Zhengkang and the monitor are gone. So is Su Xiangli." Zou Jiaqi sighed with regret, "well, this is the end of today's program. In the evening, we'll torture that scum man, no, love saint, how to hook up with another beautiful girl in front of his girlfriend."

"Tut tut." Everyone has become a merciless smacking machine, "this deer Zhengkang is too cruel!"

"Come on, eat."

After a short lunch, everyone went to the teaching building together. Zhang yingxuan put his arm around Zhou Ping's shoulder and cared about his good friend's living conditions. "What happened to you and those roommates?"

"Not bad." When Zhou Ping walked, he was still energetic. "There's nothing to talk about." In recent years, the relationship between dormitories is just like that. Everyone has an independent bedroom. If the relationship is good, it's like the 612 bedroom in the 12th apartment where Lu Zhengkang lives. Everyone is always talking and laughing and can help each other. If the relationship is bad, the roommates may not be able to say ten words after a semester. Zhou Ping's relationship with his roommates is like a neighbor, not bad, but just nodding friends.

Zhou Ping's friends are not many, in addition to Zhang yingxuan they, there are only a few students with similar results: refers to the bottom slag.

When he first came to the class, a relative of his family helped him. In fact, there were five students like him. His student number was the fourth from the bottom. It's certain that the one with the student number behind him was the related account. Now he is still in class one, and the remaining five related households have been brushed down.

He never listens to class well in primary school, but he has to work hard in junior high school. Isn't it a shame to be brushed off? When I go to elite class or even ordinary class, how can I have a good chat with my former classmates?

Teenagers are always cheeky.

……

Lu Zhengkang found Bo Fengji's roommate, who was also a classmate in his class. There was a girl named Mao Yuqiu. He often dealt with her.

She also learns to draw. Lu Zhengkang will give her some blackboard newspaper work to complete, mainly those formalistic contents. Once it comes to this aspect, Lu Zhengkang feels as if there is a tendon breaking in his brain, and then his brain is blank.

During the afternoon self-study time, Lu Zhengkang boldly walked forward from the last row to the first row. He leaned over and laughed at Mao Yuqiu, "classmate Mao Qiu."

Mao Yuqiu quietly retreated a little, "Lu tou classmate." The girl is short and frail with pale skin. She has three or five dim pimples on her face. Her character is a little too mature. She looks like a little sister and talks like a big sister.

Lu Zhengkang quietly looked to the back row. His desk mate was quietly doing his homework. He put down his heart and hugged Mao Yuqiu. "Please go to the health care room after school to find me. I want to know something from you."

"See if I have time." Mao Yuqiu glanced at the front door of the classroom, "by the way, the head teacher is at the door."Xiaolu pretended to be calm, "please come here. I'll withdraw first."

"Lu Zhengkang, come out."

A smile came from the classroom.

"What are you laughing at? Do your homework quickly! I'm going to take the exam soon, and I still have time to laugh? "

When he entered the office, Lu Zhengkang saw Zhou Ping. No wonder his position was over during the afternoon study. He thought Zhou Ping was late for dinner, but he didn't expect to come to the office directly.

As the saying goes, when a brother meets a brother, the tiger's body suddenly shakes. Lu Zhengkang shows his mouth: what's the matter with you? Zhou Ping shook his head quietly.

The teacher in charge of the class laughed when he saw the scene, "he also played the code. It's a good relationship."

Lu Zhengkang laughs with him, "they are all brothers."

The head teacher nodded. She was sitting in a comfortable armchair. The big wave of her head was like a sleeping mat, which could almost cover her face. The eyes of menopausal irascible women often had light in them, just like the thermal power that could burn people.

"You have a good relationship, so you should know about Zhou Ping's class recently?"

Lu Zhengkang hesitated and turned to look at Zhou Ping. He bowed his head and his back was drooping. He had no energy to do it.

The head teacher said seriously: "several teachers told me that there was a man in our class who often slept in class. I thought it was ma Yuanhui, but I didn't expect it was Zhou Ping."

Ma Yuanhui is a sleepy God in his class. He has no other hobby. He just sleeps. His main hobby is to lie down after class. Although he is so tired and lazy, his grades can still keep in the middle of the class. He is really a smart man. The head teacher has advised him to work harder several times. He always listens to the advice with an open mind and refuses to change.

Zhou Ping tone low, "teacher I was wrong, try to correct."

The head teacher glanced at him, and his domineering expression was irritating. Lu Zhengkang coughed, "don't worry, Mr. Wei, I will help Zhou Ping adjust his state."

"Well, you and I have always been at ease. Zhou Ping should go back first."

The head teacher began to talk about the problem of Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli. She didn't object to their feelings. The reason is very simple: good grades, Lu Zhengkang is the first in the grade, and Su Xiangli's culture class is also very good, which can really make all teachers like it.

Those who study well are called golden children and beautiful girls. It's good luck. Those who study poorly are called foolish men and women. It's bad luck. It's so simple.

Lu Zhengkang vaguely deals with the head teacher's concern. He turns around and sees Zhou Ping's back in the corridor, unspeakably lonely.