Life in the senior year of high school is always busy and fulfilling.

Yicheng High School has attracted high-quality students from almost all the province. Almost everyone wants to rush to the top universities, but there are exceptions.

No matter how good a high school is, there will always be a group of students who don’t like studying very much. During the three years of high school, they just wasted their time and will regret it later.

"New classmates in the third row from the bottom!"

The math teacher on the stage slapped the podium and shouted angrily.

At some point, Zheng Tinghe, who was sleeping soundly with his head propped up, was woken up by a sound like thunder.

"Can you please lower your voice..."

Zheng Tinghe mumbled something vaguely, rubbed his eyes, changed his position and lay down.

Although the sound was not loud, the classroom was so silent now that you could hear a pin drop. Zheng Tinghe's voice was heard by the whole class.

Except for chatting with Zheng Tinghe for a few words at the beginning, Ning Yu listened very carefully to the lecture and didn't notice when Zheng Tinghe fell asleep.

Seeing the math teacher's face on the podium getting darker and darker, Ning Yu hurriedly poked Zheng Tinghe's arm with her finger.

Being disturbed from sleep again and again, Zheng Tinghe was so angry that he suddenly came out of bed. He raised his head and was about to have an attack when he suddenly remembered that he was still in the classroom.

He blinked hard twice and looked at the podium with a harmless look on his face: "The teacher is calling me?"

The voice was very low, asking Ning Yu.

"Hmm."

The math teacher on the podium suppressed his anger: "Come up and solve this problem."

On the blackboard, there was written a variant of the final question in the paper. He was about to give it when he noticed a student who was sleeping soundly.

Zheng Tinghe twitched the corner of his mouth twice, then stood up helplessly and walked towards the blackboard.

The math teacher put the paper aside: "I won't argue with you if you decide to go to bed. Otherwise, go to the back of the classroom and stand for me."

Zheng Tinghe:......

The students in Class 14 all looked up at this extremely difficult question on the blackboard. Top academics like Ning Yu had already begun to figure out what to do on their own, and the self-aware ones were already watching the show with their arms folded.

In the boring senior year of high school, it is also fun to make someone embarrassed.

Zheng Tinghe held a piece of chalk between his middle and index fingers, subconsciously pinned it to his ear, and tilted his head to read the question.

After a while, Zheng Tinghe began to write.

The problem-solving process was extremely smooth, without any pause. The students in the class could only hear the sound of chalk hitting the blackboard.

When he put down the chalk, the math teacher Old Man Li looked a little surprised: "Not bad."

Zheng Tinghe glanced at the math teacher and said in a respectful tone: "Can I go down?"

"What's your name?"

"Zheng Tinghe."

Zheng Tinghe answered honestly.

"If you are good at mathematics, you have to listen to the lectures. There will always be things you don't understand. I keep my word. Go down, don't fall asleep anymore, and listen to the lectures carefully."

Old Man Li was very satisfied with Zheng Tinghe's problem-solving ideas and process. He waved his hand and put Zheng Tinghe down.

"Thank you, teacher."

Zheng Tinghe smiled brightly, and walked back to his seat under the eyes of his classmates in amazement and surprise.

Fortunately, I am only good at mathematics.

Zheng Tinghe muttered in his heart.

Returning to his seat, Zheng Tinghe found Ning Yu looking at him with a surprised look. He raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"You actually know how to do it?"

Ning Yu’s little expression is so cute.

Zheng Tinghe was a little funny. He leaned on his chair and put his left hand on Ning Yu's table: "What nonsense? Do you think my brother is the kind of ignorant person?"

Ning Yu hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

Zheng Tinghe:......

Sure enough, being misunderstood will always be my fate.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Old Man Li just finished teaching a question. He waved his hand to signal the students to end the get out of class.

The classroom is lively again.

"Can you lend me your book?"

Zheng Tinghe looked at the textbooks piled in Ning Yu's drawer and on the table, and asked with a smile.

"Which book?"

"Everything."

Ning Yu:???

Before Ning Yu could agree, she watched as Zheng Tinghe piled all his books on his desk and built a high wall to block the teacher's sight.

"Okay," Zheng Tinghe snapped his fingers, "just get whatever books you want from me, and I'll help you free up some space, no need to thank me."

Ning Yu was silent for a long time and then said: "I didn't want to thank you..."

"Brother Ting."

At this time, two boys in the last row of the class came to Zheng Tinghe's desk.

"Why didn't you tell your brothers that you were transferred to our school?"

Zheng Tinghe smiled. He really knew these two people. One was named Zhao Yu and the other was Ming Qi. He and Zheng Tinghe used to play billiards, surf the Internet, and drink together.

As for how they met, I can only say that the student circle in Yicheng is very small. For people like them who like to play outside, it is normal for them to know each other.

"I was unhappy in No. 1 Middle School. I wanted to change my environment, but Ye Yao deceived me into coming here. Speaking of which, where are the people from Ye Yao? I haven't seen anyone all morning."

Zheng Tinghe looked around the classroom again.

"I don't know," Ming Qi shook his head, "Brother Yao may have asked for leave."

Zheng Tinghe nodded, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a message to Ye Yao.

"Brother Ting, are you leaving?" Zhao Yu put his middle finger and index finger to his mouth and pursed his lips at Zheng Tinghe.

Zheng Tinghe stood up, took off the peaked cap on his head, and arranged his hair with his hands: "Let's go, you can see if my hair is messy."

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle cannot be messed up.

"Zheng Tinghyuk~"

A figure suddenly approached Zheng Tinghe and randomly grabbed Zheng Tinghe's short chestnut hair twice.

"Li Yue!" Zheng Tinghe smiled helplessly, "Why are you in this class too? Why didn't I see you just now?"

"How can you see me? Don't move and let me touch your hair."

Li Yue seemed to be very interested in Zheng Tinghe's hair, standing on tiptoes and wanting to touch it.

"Men and women cannot be intimate," Zheng Tinghe grabbed Li Yue's wrist, "it's almost time for class, don't waste our time."

"What are you going to do?"

"You girls, stay out of the boys' affairs."

"Aren't you just going to smoke?"

Li Yue looked at the backs of Zheng Tingheli and Ming Qi walking away with their arms crossed, and curled her lips.

Ning Yu has been watching everything that happened silently. Why do so many people in the class know him?

"Li Yue," Wu Le curiously stopped Li Yue who was about to return to his seat, "do you know him?"

Li Yue turned her head and nodded naturally: "Yeah, I've known him for a long time."

"How did we meet?"

"I met him when we were playing outside, but you don't know him?"

Li Yue's tone was a little strange, as if knowing Zheng Tinghe was a normal thing.

"Why should I know him?"

Wu Le was surprised and confused.
Chapter completed!