Our Secret (Secret In The Lattice)

Chapter 8

 Ding Xian had a bad premonition in her heart, and as expected.

   Sure enough, I heard the man with glasses say--

    "Si Yue, you won't sleep from the afternoon until now?"

    The man next to him leaned on the chair and made a very simple nasal sound, "Yeah."

    "Fuck, I will give it all. Aunt Zhou called and asked her not to forget to call you."

    Zhou Si Yue said nothing.

    "Your mother forgot?" There was another simple ah, a little sleepy nasal sound.

    "Aunt Zhou is really good." The man in glasses turned his thumb and turned.

    Li Jinhui is very forgetful, and the only thing he remembers is playing cards with his wife next door. Apart from playing cards, nothing else is a matter. Mainly because there was a car accident a few years ago, his memory is not as good as before, and the son never has to worry about her, and he rarely cares about his affairs.

    If Zhou Si Yue hadn't been preparing for the robot competition in September recently, staying up late every day, it would not be necessary to sleep in the afternoon.

    He scratched his eyebrows and glanced casually at his deskmate, only to find that Ding Xian, who was lying on the table with a notebook and scribbled and painted, was drooping, her chin resting on the table, and her usual habit. The tail of the horse, the back of the neck is white and clean, slender, like a piece of white and tender broken lotus root.

    He don't know why, he always feel that there is a stupid word printed on the back of her head.

    "Hey."

    Hey what, I don't have a name?

    She is not familiar with him, so he just sit there for a while and talk to her. Ding Xian turned a deaf ear, head tilted to one side, and ignored him anyway.

    Young Master Zhou laughed at himself, and shook his head.

    Liu Jiang became more and more vigorous as he talked, no matter if the people underneath were drowsy and excited like a watering can, saliva flew and saliva splashed all over the place.

    "Open the bow without turning back the arrow. Now that you have stepped into this door, you are born to be the people here, and'death' is the soul here. I hope you can let yourself'die' with dignity! From this moment on, You have to tighten your skin, how hard you have, how hard you use, and how far the arrow can be shot. It depends on how hard you use these three years. Even if you break the string, you will never slack off!"

    Ding Xian Leaning on the desk, she felt that the words were really good, and the metaphor was really appropriate. The teacher in Yanping never said this. So, she took a pen to record, and was about to post it on the table to inspire herself. Zhou Si Yue, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly laughed and sneered at her notebook: "This kind of life’s poisonous chicken soup is also written in the notebook, you How much education is lacking in your life?"

    Ding Xian just finished writing the bow character, and when she heard the cynicism, she slammed the book tightly with both hands and turned her head and stared at him.

    Liu Jiang was rightly speaking, and the students underneath listened with excitement, their eyes flashed green, as if they had seen an admission letter from Tsinghua University at the table.

    The two people in the back row looked at each other, their eyes snapped and collided in the air.

    It seems that Young Master Zhou is coming to class, leaning on a chair leisurely, on the table there is a vigorous look between himself and nature, his eyebrows are slightly upturned, and the ends of his eyes are like cut feathers. At the moment, it is like a pair of scissors, caustic and sharp.

    It happened that his naturally mean face was so good-looking, he cut his hair short, revealing clean features and soft contours. Compared to the chicken coop at home that day, Zhou Si Yue was a bit more eye-catching after a little cleaning.

    Ding Xian looked at the alluring face coldly, biting word by word: "My name is Ding Xian."

    Zhou Si Yue lowered his head and turned people and nature, without raising his eyelids, he dug out his ears, and mumbled lazily. , I don’t know if I remember it.

    Ding Xian said, "Don't strike up a conversation with me."

    I can bear the temptation.

    At this time, the young master raised his head, his face was incredible, and his eyebrows were about to be erected.

    "I... strike up a conversation?"

    Ding Xian said in a serious manner: "Yes, the old class will change seats tomorrow. We are at the same table as dew." The young master's eyebrows are about to fly.

    "...Lushui...at the same table?"

    Ding Xian nodded and said nothing wrong.

    As a result, Liu Jiang made a concluding statement on the podium: "That’s it. I will take the test in one month. I will give you one month to quickly review your previous knowledge. I will sit in this way for the time being. I will give you one month later based on the results. row seat child. well, today it is almost here, students living on campus to my office collection, through students careful on the road back, right after class. "

    Hey Hey, teacher you will not be too casual?

    indeed the teacher, even the The time for the conversation was chopped a little bit. As soon as the voice fell, the clear and sharp end-of-class bell sounded like the arrangement, and the bell rang—the classmates rushed out of the classroom.

    Ding Xian was left sitting in a daze, and even forgot to pack up.

    The man in glasses went to Liu Jiang to ask for the class schedule. Zhou Si Yue leaned on the desk and waited. He was 185 meters tall and could cross the table with his thighs. Half of his hip was leaning against the edge of the table, his hands were in his pockets, and his body was slanted across. A black bag, looking down at the toe of his shoe, the small hair on his forehead fell down.

    The man with glasses came back soon, "Let's go, Si Yue."

    Zhou Si Yue got up and just took a step, suddenly stopped, patted Ding Xian's shoulder, and seemed to ridicule: "See you tomorrow, Dew is at the same table."

    Ding Xian was putting a pencil case in her bag.

    Hearing this sound, she was stunned, and suddenly raised her head, the person has already gone far.

    The pencil case slapped to the ground, and several pens were rolled out, which happened to be under Zhou Si Yue's stool.

    Like a hint of a beacon.