The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

Su Yitong put his arms around Meng Xun and asked:

"Squad leader, do you want to play with us?"

"I'll sit for a while."

After dividing up the equipment, Bianqian sat by the aisle and watched the young couple play badminton.

Playing badminton in cloudy and windy weather is obviously a stupid choice.

Bian Qian got up, stretched on the parallel bars behind her, and looked into the distance.

Not long after, the two people in front stopped.

Su Yitong said tiredly: "I can't do it after a break, the wind is too strong, people are almost blown away!"

Meng Xun: "Then you give me the photo, and I'll go to them."

Su Yitong lay on the other bar and sighed:

"I'm old, I'm out of breath after jumping a few times."

With a slight smile, he said:

"How do I remember, the last time you ran with him for 3 laps in order to catch a glimpse of the handsome guy in the sports department."

The other party stared at her:

"Can you save some face for your lovely tablemate?"

Just when Meng Xun came over, he frowned, turned around and walked back.

"Xun Xun, you have to trust me! I only love you!" Su Yitong hurriedly ran after the target with the momentum of a 50-meter sprint, leaving a sentence echoing in the air, "Squad leader, you were not like this before!"

Bian Qian raised the corners of his lips to watch the two of them fight.

There seems to be a math test paper in the pocket.

She took it out and planned to take a look first.

"Still studying?"

It's Lin Nuo, Bian Qian raised his head and said with a smile:

"Look ahead."

Lin Nuo: "Hey, let yourself rest anyway, the dark circles under your eyes are almost hanging down to your neck."

Bian Qian: "I think your hair is about to catch up with Tang Seng."

Lin Nuo: "..."

There are many running students on the track.

After a while, Lin Nuo suddenly said:

"Wen Qi is so **** good, and it looks like he's playing the ball well."

Bian Qian looked at the conspicuous figure on the basketball court, but didn't speak.

There was another voice beside me:

"Tsk, it's just that people are too cold. It's the first time I feel such a powerful aura in real life. No wonder some girls chase her so hard."

She froze:

"what?"

Lin Nuo asked in surprise:

"You don't even know about this?"

So he said:

"I only heard about it after I was divided into classes. In the freshman year of high school, there was a girl who ran after Wen Qi every day. She was also good-looking. I heard that she was a rich second generation, but she had some problems with her personality. Together, we still fight. This semester starts in one class, and the two of them are not even in the same building. This girl was in a hurry, and stopped her to talk after school. I don’t know what happened later, but someone said She got fired, and I really didn't see her again."

Bian Qian asked suspiciously:

"Just fired?"

Looking around the other direction, he lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"I heard from the gossip that someone went to the school to sue her. It seems to be related to the bullying incident. It's scary."

Bian Qian stood up straight, before he could speak, he heard the person next to him say:

"She also has a little follower named Tan Feng. My roommate told me yesterday that they saw Tan Feng when they climbed over the wall to buy skewers at night. He was limping, wearing a hat, and his face was blue and green. It's swollen, and it's not lightly cleaned up."

Bian Qian was stunned for a moment, staring at the distant sky in a daze, thinking dully:

Was it beaten by another enemy?

Not long memory.

Rencai also likes to find trouble.

The dark clouds rolled, and the bitter wind hid in them to stir Xuan Xiao. The long-prepared torrential rain finally poured down, and quickly hit the ground with great vigor.

Several physical education teachers yelled:

"It's raining, hurry back to work! Don't catch a cold!"

The large troops hurried back to the teaching building.

Because other classes were in class when they went upstairs, everyone walked very lightly.

"Turn on all the lights, don't blow the fan, be careful of catching a cold!"

Wan Jianguo walked back and forth in the aisle, like a worried old father.

"By the way, I forgot to mention one thing."

He walked up to the podium quickly, cleared his throat twice, rolled up his sleeves and said:

"Our school and the school next door held a basketball game. Each grade has a representative team. There should be some people in your class participating. I think everyone has heard of it! This game is held every night, and it happens to be soon. It’s the weekend! I guess there will be one or two nights of self-study.”

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Before the words were finished, the class began to boil.

Wan Jianguo smiled and said:

"One by one, it's exciting to mention the holiday. Oh yes, the women's basketball team is also participating!"

The crowd cheered even louder than before:

"Yo hoo—"

There were also a few girls who yelled louder than a kettle, turning their heads to look at Wen Qi cautiously and aboveboard.

7:10 p.m.

Tonight's self-study is biology, and the biology class representative is looking for someone to write silently on the podium.

The rain is still falling, but it is not as heavy as in the afternoon. There is a small gap in the window, and the cool air blows in, which relieves the occlusion in the classroom.

A little bit of rain.

Bian Qian pinned the hair around her cheeks behind her ears, stood up and closed the glass window.

The glass of water I received before going to self-study was still a little hot.

Less than half of the practice questions on the desk are written, and the English examples are in the book, and I will have to memorize them in class tomorrow.

The white textbooks are a little dazzling under the light.

She put down her pen and rubbed her sore eyes.

The person next door suddenly looked up from the wall of books and asked:

"What homework did Confucius assign last time?"

Bian Qian put away the finished papers, and replied calmly: "The teaching materials help to write to the place where we study, and the two papers distributed this morning will be collected tomorrow."

Su Yitong despaired: "Some people are alive, but she is already dead."

Both of them looked at the podium and began to be in a daze.

Su Yitong suddenly said: "I suddenly discovered that among our many teachers, the English teacher seems to be a girl."

Bian Qian said, "Yes."

Su Yitong sighed: "Suddenly I'm a little envious of the class next door. Their class teacher is very fierce, but the math teacher is really beautiful and teaches well."

Bian Qian also sighed, "Confucius will be sad."

Before the conversation was over, the radio on the wall by the front door rang.

In the past, whenever there were exams or holidays, the grade director would finish the matter before self-study at night, and also tell some inspirational stories by the way.

So when the sound of electric current appeared on the radio, everyone in the class held their breath, for fear that the one who was happy would come to announce the exam date.

"Hey Hey hey…"

"Ahem, this, students, ah, good evening. The weather has changed recently, and the temperature has begun to drop. Students must protect their bodies and put on clothes in time. It has been more than half a month since the start of school. Adapting to school life, class progression, getting off to a good start…”

Bian Qian leaned his head against the wall of the book, resting his neck for a while.

Generally, when a leader speaks, the focus is on the back.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, the broadcast finally reached its climax:

"I believe that everyone is very excited about the basketball game held by our school and the No. It will be held on the 5th of May, which means there is still about a week left. This monthly exam is an exam jointly held by all the key high schools in the city for the second year of senior high school. Students must..."

Before the grade director's manuscript was finished, the whole floor was boiling:

"There's another test—"

"Why so fast—"

The noise from some classes downstairs almost knocked the roof over, and it took a while to quiet down.

When get out of class was about to end, Xu Qiushan suddenly called Bian Qian out, and Bian Qian put down the test paper in his hand, and followed behind the old class.

The corridors are brightly lit, and outside the building is the dusk that has fallen.

"Squad leader, it's like this. The students in our class get along pretty well, right?"

Bian Qian said in his heart, everything is fine, but your dear president and the squad leader in front of you are a bit uncomfortable.

She smiled kindly on the surface:

"They are all very good. Even if some are not in the same group, they discuss problems together after class, and they are very serious about learning."

Xu Qiushan immediately said happily:

"Not bad, good, that's good. I'm still worried that our class will have conflicts like other classes."

"Conflict?"

"No, in the next class, the boy who quarreled with the teacher when you fainted last time had an argument with the people in their dormitory. It's a bit extreme."

Speaking of fainting, Xu Qiushan's eyes became deep and kind:

"Little Bian, the teacher knows that you are smart, and you are doing a good job. But next time, you can try to trust the teachers. Your personal safety is the most important thing. At school, the teacher is your strongest backing."

He responded with a faint smile:

"Um."

"I asked you to come out this time, mainly for one thing. I see that several classes have adopted a pairing strategy. Two students study together, make progress together, and tutor each other. I think it looks good, just For example, you and Wen Qi, Wen Qi's Chinese is a little bit behind, but your Chinese is good, and your math is not as good as hers, so she can just tutor you in math."

Hearing the back, Bian Qian felt that the defenses in her heart were collapsing bit by bit, she shouted in her heart that there was no need for it, and quickly put on a smirk and respected:

"Teacher, this method can actually be done slowly. I don't think Wen Qi's Chinese performance is that bad, but the composition is a bit casual."

Xu Qiushan was puzzled and said:

"How do you know that her composition is casual?"

That’s right, the last time you asked me to go to the office to do my homework, someone’s composition was spread out on the table, titled Maternal Love Like a Mountain, and at the beginning of the first line below, that person wrote “Mother’s love is not a mountain.”

The words are beautiful.

But the marking teacher would only give her points if she was blind.

The memory ended here, Bian Qian said vaguely:

"I happened to see it."

"That's why I want you to teach her how to write essays. Both of you are smart. I don't think she is serious about essays."

"us…"

Xu Qiushan looked at it with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said with concern:

"You have conflicts?"

Bian shallow smile:

"No."

"That's good, oops, I'll think about it again, you go back first."

"Okay, goodbye, teacher."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Bian Qian had just finished writing the exercises. Everyone around the seat went to play, or went to the toilet. She stood up and walked to the back, stretched out her hand to open the window, and leaned against the wall in a daze.

A damp chill hits my face.

"Squad leader, I want to change seats at the same table as Meng Xun, okay~"

She looked down at Su Yitong who just ran over, her eyes were full of contempt, but she didn't say anything.

Su Yitong knew this person's temperament, and immediately said happily:

"You agree! Then I'll go and pack my things. I've seen the schedule. Old Xu has class today!"

"Um."

There are still a few minutes to class.

Bian Qian walked towards the toilet, thinking boredly:

Meng Xun sat in the middle row, and there were two at the same table, except for Wen Qi, as for the other... I have no memory.

But Su Yitong will definitely not look for Wen Qi.

Thinking of Wen Qi gave her a headache, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

After finishing the solution, she saw a teacher coming out of the office holding a lesson plan, so she quickened her pace and walked to the class.

The back door was closed, and she gently pushed it open, making a slight creaking sound.

There was a familiar figure beside the seat.

Wen Qi lowered his head to write the paper, heard the sound and looked this way, the two happened to be looking at each other.

Bian Qian cursed secretly in his heart:

"groove."