Chapter 3

Chinese class is a middle-aged and fat male teacher in the belt, the tone is more unique, a mouth, tone like a roller coaster, while slowly climbing, while straight down the valley, ups and downs with singing like, let people listen to go. Generally, the students at the bottom of the class begin to fish and slack off within a few minutes.

At this time, Wen AI would observe Xu Changzhou. There is only a 70 cm wide corridor between them. If you want to know what the other party is doing, you can get a glimpse of it from the corner of your eyes.

But Winnie didn't want to just glance at the general picture.

He usually piles up the large and small books irregularly and puts them on the side of the table. His head lies behind the pile of books, and his sight can reach Xu Changzhou through the cracks of the books. And with the shelter, Xu Changzhou couldn't notice how he liked to see.

Today, Xu Changzhou is still very quiet. In front of him is a gray shell picture book. He holds a carbon pen loosely in his right hand and skillfully changes the angle of the pen. His movements are very smooth.

Before long, a vivid pup jumped on the paper. He hid himself behind the stack of books and clumsily leaned out half of his body. His round eyes were full of aura. One ear was soft and drooping, and the other half stood up. His small head was so crooked that he was totally cute.

Wen AI covered his mouth and snickered. Xu Changzhou was so cold on the surface, and he secretly liked this cute little pet in his heart. The inner world of the sudden change of painting style is really -

hahaha!

He leaned on the table, his shoulders shrugged with laughter, and the system came out to stop him, but his voice was very strange, like: "don't laugh, I'm going to vomit"

Winai was startled and stopped immediately: "what's the matter? Don't scare me

As soon as he calmed down, the system returned to normal: "you just got so excited that the current from the cerebral cortex almost broke me up! I'm vulnerable. I need to be treated gently by the world. "

Winay was silent for a moment: "OK, I'll try to handle it as gently as possible in the future."

When he communicated with the system, Xu Changzhou was still refining the sketch. His eyes were focused, and he could find a rare soft meaning in his expression. Unfortunately, Wen AI completely missed it.

Aristocratic schools like to be different in various aspects. If it sounds good, it's innovation. If it's popular, it's pretending to be forced. Take physical education as an example, the school has launched a course selection mode, from ball games to aerobics, a variety of course content for you to choose.

During the break, the monitor gave everyone a course selection form, which they had to fill in and hand in before class.

Jiang Cheng rummaged in the messy seat for a while, and finally turned to Wen AI to borrow a pen. He sat on Wen AI's desk and began to fill in the form. He wrote his name and made a smart tick in the column of football class.

He took his eyes to Wynne's watch and said, "what did you choose? Why don't you play football with me? "

Wynne pulled the pen out of his hand: "I'll think about it again."

When Jiang Cheng finished filling out the form, he went to the next class to catch up with his sister. Wen AI was staring at his work. He was wandering in Taekwondo, Sanda and judo. In just one second, he had figured out hundreds of ways to renovate Xu Changzhou. But no matter how hot he thinks about it, it's useless. The key still depends on what Xu Changzhou chooses.

Winai knocks on the system: "what courses do men choose?"

System: "tennis."

Wen AI put a standard tick on the tennis column, and then put the course selection list in the upper right corner of the desk, so that the monitor can collect it later.

Seeing that there was still some time left, he was ready to go for a while. When he got up, he glanced at Xu Changzhou. There was a clean watch on the clean table, and there was no tick on the clean watch.

Winay asked the system in surprise, "he hasn't chosen yet. Why do you tell me that he chose tennis?"

The system should be playing snake again. In his busy schedule, he was rewarded with two words: "plot."

Wen AI "Oh" a, originally is the plot inside said, but he did not know the plot. In fact, apart from the synopsis of the story, he is not clear about many specific plots. According to the system, this is to prevent the actors from taking advantage of the whole story and destroying the direction of the story.

On the one hand, she asked him to follow the plot and go to the end; on the other hand, she didn't tell him the details of the plot, so she was free to play. It's just like walking in the dark, telling you your destination, but I can't bear to give you a light on the road. If I'm lucky, I just fall into the gutter!

The school announced the arrangement of physical education in the afternoon. Wen AI took a look at the list of tennis lessons. Most of the names were strange and they were students of other classes. There are only three people in their class who have chosen this course. Besides him and Xu Changzhou, there is also a sun Mengzhen.

At the beginning of September, the weather is still very hot, and everyone is sweating. During the PE class, everyone changes into the summer sportswear customized by the school. Both men and women are unified short sleeve shorts.

Wen AI changed his clothes and went to the tennis court to gather. By the time he arrived, most of the students in the class had gathered there.

As soon as he came, dozens of lines of sight swept towards him. After being a young master for more than ten years, his skin was so white that he couldn't open his eyes in the sun.Girls silently hide their arms behind their backs, there is no contrast, there is no harm.

After all, this world is the world of Yan Kong. Wen AI went to the center of the field. Her cool short hair set off her delicate facial features, and her temperament was clear and clean, which soon attracted many students to talk to her. Wen AI and them politely around a few words, in order to find a classmate as an excuse to get away.

Wen AI found Xu Changzhou on the edge of the tennis court. He was far away from the crowd alone and leaned on the iron net. He was more lazy than usual.

Wen AI stood still in front of him, arms in her hands, with a black face, and her tone was very uncomfortable: "it's really annoying that you also took this course."

As usual, Xu Changzhou just looked at him in silence. Because he was looking down, his eyes suddenly fell into his open collar. A large landscape suddenly came into his eyes. Xu Changzhou suddenly froze and quickly said goodbye.

Wen AI thinks that this is the expression of disgust with himself, and he is secretly happy. It seems that his tireless efforts to find fault are quite fruitful.

He forced the corner of his mouth that he wanted to go up, forked his hand at his waist, and said to Xu Changzhou, "I tell you, you can't have a better PE class in the future!"

When he said this, Wenai had a plan in his mind, but he didn't expect that the first person who had a bad time was himself.

They were taught tennis lessons by a very rigorous female coach, who attached great importance to basic skills. After teaching them the essentials, they were asked to start swing practice. More than 20 students line up in four lines. They usually hold the racket with their hands and practice with forehand and backhand in turn. As long as the whistle doesn't sound, they can't stop.

After a class, Wenai can't feel the existence of his right hand. He has a prosthetic under his right shoulder.

The boring swing practice lasted for three weeks. When the coach finally put the stopwatch in his pocket and announced that the class was going to have a duel training, the whole class was boiling.

When forming a team in pairs, Wen AI stepped forward to Xu Changzhou and announced unilaterally to form a partner. A few girls who wanted to invite Xu Changzhou but couldn't open their mouth were stunned. It's estimated that Wen AI would take the initiative to join Xu Changzhou. After all, after three weeks of class, we all felt his inexplicable hostility to Xu Changzhou.

Sun Mengzhen looked at them from a distance, looking worried.

The coach dragged out two baskets of tennis and asked one person from each group to lead. Wen AI stooped to pick and choose in the basket. Sun Mengzhen came out of nowhere and squatted beside him: "you are a good man."

Wenai, who was forced to cancel the good man card, said: "I'm not sure."

Sun Mengzhen: "you are very polite to your teachers and classmates. I can feel that your heart is very soft."

Winnie picked up a tennis ball and pinched it hard enough. She threw it back into the basket.

He looked at sun Mengzhen: "but?"

Sun Mengzhen laughed: "but when you meet Xu Changzhou, you suddenly become another person. Arrogant, irascible, careful. "

I'm on a mission, you don't understand.

Wen AI stood up straight, holding thousands of selected tennis balls. They were all brand-new, full of gas and hard enough to hurt. He looked at Xu Changzhou, who had occupied the site in the distance, and made a sinister tick at the corner of his mouth.

Sun Mengzhen ran after him with two balls and said in a low voice: "I just want to say that it's fate that everyone can be assigned to a class. If there is any misunderstanding, we should talk about it earlier and take care of each other in the future."

Wen AI understood what she was worried about. She was only looking at her partner with Xu Changzhou. She felt that she was going to do something.

Yes, he just wants to do something. For this reason, he has endured three weeks of swing training, and the pain of his arm has never stopped. Now he finally gets the chance!

Xu Changzhou bowed his head and fiddled with the racket. Seeing Wen AI coming, he didn't ask why he had been there so long. He went to the position and stood ready to fight.

Wen AI is not polite to him either. He throws the ball up and uses his right hand. The ball draws a yellow track in the air and flies to the opposite side.

Whether it goes out or not, the one who can hit is the good ball.

Unfortunately, it didn't hit.

One, two Wen AI aimed at Xu Changzhou's body with every ball, but he didn't touch his clothes. The most exasperating thing is that the high-speed ball he played with all his strength was blocked by Xu Changzhou. He also deliberately gave him a slow ball speed, the kind that primary school students can receive without pressure.

This is absolutely silent irony! Come and beat me. You can't beat me if I give you a chance.

Wen AI was his brain Qi to grasp the racket, aimed at Xu Changzhou three inches under the navel.

Maybe it's a good reincarnation of heaven. Xu Changzhou didn't expect that he would aim at that kind of place. His mind didn't catch up, so his body instinctively responded, and his strength didn't control all of a sudden.

Wenai used to slow motion play the same speed of the ball, suddenly came to such a fast, did not want to hide, straight clubbing to stay in place to hit.

After a dull sound of percussion, Wenai looked at her calf and the rolling tennis ball beside her feet, and suddenly sat on the ground."Oh dear!"

Xu Changzhou frowned, quickly ran over, knelt down on one knee to help him check the wound.

There is no muscle in Wenai's leg. Once she pokes her belly into a nest, it's soft and tender, which makes people want to pinch it. Xu Changzhou pressed on his bone and withdrew his hand after confirming that he was not injured.

Wen AI kept humming and crying. Xu Changzhou checked again and found that there was a big red round mark, but there was no cyan at the bottom and no purple congestion. It was estimated that there would be no trace in ten minutes.

And just now that ball flew too low, was blocked when crossing the net, the final impact force will not be too big.

Xu Changzhou stood up without saying a word.

Wenai was determined to touch the porcelain, but she refused to get up. Other students were attracted to him and formed a circle around him. Every word you said, I said, send him to the infirmary quickly. A tall boy wanted to help, but he refused.

Wen AI grabbed Xu Changzhou's ankle: "who made it, who is responsible!"

Xu Changzhou looked down at him: "you want me to be responsible?"

Wen AI raised his head and couldn't see the expression on Xu Changzhou's face in the backlight, but he affirmed: "yes."