When He Smiles - Chapter 2

One week after the second year of high school, the school began to carry out various sub-subjects.

At that time, the students were still immersed in the aftermath of the summer vacation and did not come out, and the classroom after class was crazy. The front, back, left and right tables were chatting, there seemed to be endless interesting things, and youth seemed endless.

Meng Shengnan put his elbow on the table, propped his head in one hand, thinking about novel ideas, and turned a pencil in the other. At the same table, Li Wei stopped half-talking, taking the pen from her hand while she didn’t pay attention.

She reacted, and Li Wei smiled: “What do you think of you?”

“That’s right, everyone is talking, Meng Shengnan, you have to join.” The girl at the back table said.

Meng Shengnan knew that he couldn’t think of anything, so he simply added to their topic, watching such a group of people talk about everything from Pangu to the Beyond September concert ticket, and then talk about Confucian Confucius and Martin Luther King.

“My dream is to be a great mathematician like Hua Luogeng.”

A boy at the back table had a bold tone, and even stood up and waved his imposing arm.

“We can be a down-to-earth person!”

“You can die if you don’t blow–“

“Pull you down!”

“I spit–“

Meng Shengnan smiled and watched them compare each other.

The boys are funny, they are usually very interesting. At this moment, his expression became a little serious, and his voice was sonorous: “When a person is alive, he must fight for the brilliance of his youth for life! Ah-ideal! Ah-strong!”

Meng Shengnan and the girl at the back table laughed a lot.

A bunch of people were talking vigorously, and the door was knocked silently. Suddenly, the classroom became quiet. There were a few hilarious people standing on the table in the back row and quickly slipped down and sat down. Li Wei curled his lips: “The old wet is coming again.”

The class teacher’s surname is Shi. As for Li Wei’s nickname “Lao Shi”, I won’t explain it, you know. The key point is that she is in her forties and talks a lot. She is more powerful than Tang Seng, tusk-it is rumored that she divorced her husband just a year ago. Everyone sighed. Her husband was really good enough. He could endure for so many years. If he wanted to let ordinary people go, his ears would have been sacrificed-three minutes of silence.

So, one hundred and one minutes have passed since she entered the classroom to the end of her speech—two classes plus one break for ten minutes.

The point is-she has only one theme: the division is here.

Finally, the old wet left, breathing deeply in unison in the classroom, and then vomiting out. The boy at the back table wailed: “My god, it really means that the dead don’t pay for the life. I heard that she has taken a liberal arts course. It seems that she is the head teacher of which class. Fortunately, I chose to stay away from this time bomb.”

The girl laughed and fainted on the table.

Li Wei turned his head and asked her: “What do you choose?”

Meng Shengnan: “Liberal Arts.”

Li Wei said “Hey”, “At the same table, remember to miss me more in the future.”

Meng Shengnan black line.

The subject of subject division was very neat. Three days later, everyone handed in the subject questionnaire. Then, after all kinds of reluctance, the comrades of liberal arts collectively walked to the five-story building opposite and this piece of land saygoodbye on the afternoon of the seventeenth day of school.

Just entering the new classroom on the fifth floor, Meng Shengnan is still a little uncomfortable, and there is no one I know in the class. It turned out that all the students who came out of class 9 in high school were broken up and were divided into four classes in liberal arts on average. Meng Shengnan sat down in the fourth row next to the window next to the corridor. She raised her eyes and glanced at the whole class, almost all girls. Meng Shengnan turned his head back again, boringly flipping through the textbook and looking at Liu Hezhen. After a while, the class bell rang and the head teacher came.

To be honest, Meng Shengnan was a little expectant, but when she saw the’old wet’, she was really unlovable.

“Today, I’ll talk about a few important points—” Then thirty minutes passed—Lao Shi cleared his throat: “I have had a cold in the past two days, so I won’t talk more. Now I will set a few class members. Have you ever recommended yourself?”

Fortunately, you have a cold, Meng Shengnan thought.

Several girls stood up, Lao Shi asked them to introduce themselves, and then gave them to the officials one by one. Meng Shengnan was looking out the window and suddenly heard someone calling her name. Is this an auditory hallucination?

“Meng Shengnan?” It was the old wet.

“Ah -” Meng Shengnan’s mind was slower than his actions, and stood up with a serious expression: “Teacher.”

After all, he is an acquaintance, and the old wet will directly point: “You continue to be an English class representative.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

The school bell finally rang.

She was lying weakly on the table and basking in the sun. At the same table, Nie Jing was a relatively practical girl. After introducing herself to her, she started to flip through the book and do questions—the degree of seriousness that was enough to be admitted to Peking University.

“Ms. Meng, what do you think?” Qi Qiao sneaked over and lay on the window sill outside, leaning over and flicking her forehead.

Meng Shengnan got out of the seat and stood by the railing of the aisle with Qi Qiao, and the two lay on their heads and looked downstairs.

Qi Qiao said: “I didn’t expect that the perspective from you is pretty good.”

“Then you choose the text.”

Qi Qiao snorted, “How can it be done, let Song Jiashu stay alone (2) I can’t bear it.”

“roll.”

Qi Qiao smiled and took a look at their class: “Why don’t you have a few boys in your class?”

“Ok.”

Qi Qiao turned back again and said with a sigh: “It seems that I really have to worry about you having a boyfriend.”

Meng Shengnan glanced at her: “Besides, I will tell your mother about your puppy love!”

“Go chant, she’s anxious.”

Meng Shengnan: “Don’t bluff me less.”

“I’m serious, she ordered me to get married after graduating from college, and I’d better hold them for three years.”

Meng Shengnan: “…really?”

Qi Qiao shrugged.

Meng Shengnan: “You were not adopted by Aunt Qiao, right?”

Qi Qiao: “Well, she said I picked it up in the ditch.”

Meng Shengnan smiled: “I believe it.”

Qi Qiao rolled his eyes: “Hey, Comrade Qiao Meili’s lifelong dream is to live together in the same family.”

One minute before the class bell rang, Qi Qiao ran back to the Science Building opposite. As soon as Meng Shengnan stepped into the classroom, the male squad leader appointed by Lao Shi with a small flat head and a height of 1.73 meters and a waist circumference of two feet and four took the lead to sing “a blue sky above my head, a faith in my heart…”.

All girls in the class: “…”

After a few days, almost the left and right desks became familiar. The class is also lively and lively, and it looks like a woman in the world. Meng Shengnan sat in the back row with a boy who was about 1.75 meters tall. He was quite small, but he didn’t talk much with people around him, but his brain was very good.

“You have to change your way of thinking for this question, and prove that you know it, right?”

He asked Meng Shengnan unhurriedly, the girl nodded, and then he continued to finish. After that, Meng Shengnan turned to his side, stared at the papyrus under his hand for a while, and then sighed slowly: “Fu Song, I didn’t expect you to be so good at math.”

The boy seemed a little embarrassed and didn’t speak up.

He was at the same table called Xue Lin, and he leaned over at this time and said with a smile: “Whenever you encounter serious difficulties in the future, you will find Fu Song.”

After Xue Lin finished speaking, Fu Song slowly said: “Learning is a process. We must learn to enjoy it while studying it. When you reach the saturation point, although the speed of time has slowed down, many things have come to pass.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

Xue Lin: “…”

Qi Qiao came over and waited for her to go with her when she was studying at home in the evening. At that time, there were not many people left in their (4) class. In their group, she and Fu Song hadn’t left yet.

Qi Qiao came in and sat in her seat and asked Meng Shengnan with a smile: “How does the new life feel, Ms. Meng?”

Meng Shengnan was stuffing a book into his schoolbag, and said, “It’s pretty good.”

Qi Qiao said a few times, “Look at your ruddy face, I believe it.”

After packing their schoolbags, the two of them walked through the back door, passing by Fu Song, Meng Shengnan said hello bye. The boy’s expression was quite pale, and he didn’t look at Qi Qiao much. On the way, Qi Qiao commented: “The boy just looked pretty dumb.”

Meng Shengnan hit her with his arm: “He is not staying, does an expert know that?”

“Yeah, do you know?”

“He is the most admirable IQ of all the people I know in this school. Not only does the topic speak beautifully, but he also speaks so simply–“

Qi Qiao glanced at Meng Shengnan for several times: “Tsk tsk-how long have you known each other before you boasted it?”

“What do you know, this is called Xicai.”

“cut.”

After walking for a while, Meng Shengnan thought of something and suddenly asked: “Why didn’t you go with Song Jiashu tonight?”

“Oh, he has a hip-hop rehearsal, which is very busy.”

Meng Shengnan glanced at Qi Qiao: “What street dance?”

Qi Qiao: “He has a performance in the joint school competition.”

“Oh.”

The ninth middle is not close to Meng Shengnan’s home. She usually rides a bicycle back and forth. Qi Qiao rubbed behind, and Meng Shengnan rode slowly. After a while, Qi Qiao took her again. In the evening after school, small vendors on the street set up food stalls, and groups of men and women can be seen everywhere waiting for barbecues.

The taste of youth is pervasive and unassuming.

When I got home, the ceremony and Meng Jin were watching the evening news. While knocking on the seeds, the ceremony said: “I met your Aunt Qiao this afternoon, and she gave Qiao Qiao an erhu report, and I am thinking about enrolling you in an interest class.”

Meng Shengnan sat down on the sofa and took a sip of the water on the table.

“I’m not interested.”

The ceremony glanced at her: “If you don’t have one, train one. You don’t feel bored in school every day.”

On TV, the host of the news channel gave a full-hearted report. Several voices in a room converged, and Meng Jin’s voice also came in at this time: “Well, I agree with your mother on this point. Just go for fun and relax, just for two hours, what can be delayed.”

Meng Shengnan glanced at these two people.

“Did you discuss it?”

Meng Jin immediately raised his watch: “This is wronging your dad.”

The ceremony scoffed at her.

“Think about it, what’s more interesting?”

Meng Shengnan thought for a long time, and then said: “–Is the guitar good?”

As a result, when she went to school the next day, a girl couldn’t help howling when she heard it. The distorted expression is simply the pain under the magnifying glass. No matter who you look at, it is unforgettable and unforgettable.

“Your mother enrolled you in a guitar class?” (4) Outside the class, Qi Qiao couldn’t help exclaiming.

Meng Shengnan nodded: “Well, what’s the matter?”

Qi Qiao gave her a hug, then put her face on her shoulder, and cried fakely: “Auntie Grand Ceremony is great. The Lafayette in our family said that Erhu is the inheritance of folk art. I have to let me go. , You are so happy Meng Shengnan——”

“Pay attention to the image, what is the eldest?”

Meng Shengnan glanced at the aisle and walked back and forth between a man and a woman from time to time, staring at it, she was really embarrassed.

Qi Qiao lifted from her shoulder, wiped her face pretendingly, and said angrily.

“Let’s negotiate with Qiao Meili tonight!”

Meng Shengnan was expressionless: “I wish you failure.”

Qi Qiao’s eyes widened: “Meng Shengnan——”

She laughed.

The two stayed on the railing for a while, and Qi Qiao was still talking. The breeze blew across the cheeks of the two of them, blowing Qi Qiao’s long hair. Meng Shengnan couldn’t help stroking the short hair that he had kept for three years. He remembered the age when singing like your long hair fluttering.

Finally, Qi Qiao was sent away and Meng Shengnan returned to the classroom.

Xue Lin asked her: “Is that your first year classmate?”

Meng Shengnan shook his head: “Elementary school classmates, grew up together.”

“Oh—” She stretched the tone.

“what’s happenin?”

“She is Song Jiashu’s girlfriend.”

Meng Shengnan: “…”

Fu Song was working as a queen, and he glanced at Meng Shengnan, and his voice was faint: “The teacher is here.”

Meng Shengnan said silently and immediately turned to sit down.

It’s just that before the **** hit the bench, I heard a girl in the back row of the classroom calling—

“Li Yan, come here.”