After that, he turned around, found a relatively empty place, wrote the name of Zhai Xingchen, and drew a book next to him.
Gong Suhe found that because his acupoint map was too unique, his classmates intentionally or unintentionally avoided her when they went on stage to write.
So Mr. Hu wrote "Zhai Xingchen" next to the three words "Gong Suhe" and drew a book next to Gong Suhe's acupoint map.
The picture is somehow harmonious.
"Well, the students have completed the self introduction. Next, let's talk about the arrangement of this semester." Hu said: "our school has always had the tradition of military training. The military training lasts for one week. In the training center in the northern suburbs, all students have to participate in it."
"So in a moment, I will arrange several students to be responsible for the size registration of all students' military training clothes." Hu said: "in addition, each group sent two boys with me to get the books and send them to you. When we came back, we selected the class cadres..."
There were several boys in Gong Suhe's group, so soon two of them took the initiative to move books to the office. As soon as the teacher and the eight boys left, the classroom became noisy.
The girl in front of Gong Suhe turned to her and asked, "Gong Suhe, do you really know Chinese medicine? Is your family a family of traditional Chinese medicine? "
Gong Suhe nodded: "well, I've been learning Chinese medicine from my mother since I was a child."
"How powerful!" The girl said with a smile: "we just heard that your surname is gong. We thought you belonged to Tiangong group..."
Another girl in the front row also turned around when she heard the conversation: "I said, if they are children of Tiangong group, they should go to noble school, right? How did you come to our ordinary high school? "
Gong Suhe smiles and doesn't explain.
Her and he Lianqing's data are well protected, so they all know that Gong Mochen has two children after her marriage, but the media has never reported who they are, and no photos have been taken.
Therefore, Gong Suhe has never been bothered by his identity problems during his years in school.
Everyone talks and laughs. The classroom is very busy. There are several boys around Li Chengyi. Many girls can't help looking there from time to time.
After that, in the corner of the classroom, Zhai Xingchen's world seemed to be cut off by the noise. It was a place where neither light nor sound could reach.
After a while, the boy in charge of carrying books came back with thick books in his arms.
So, all the students began to pass books from the first group.
Row by row, it's like a wheat wave blown by the wind.
Finally, in the hand of the boy in front of Zhai Xingchen, he held an extra set of books, hesitated for two seconds, and handed them back.
When he put the book, his eyes couldn't help looking at Zhai Xingchen's desk, and then he saw the book and a pile of symbols he hadn't seen before.
He couldn't help asking curiously, "what's this?"
Zhai Xingchen didn't expect that the other party would ask, so he raised his eyes.
There was no emotion in his light brown eyes, but the boy was surprised when he was in the eye contact with him.
Then, the boy quickly waved: "it's OK, you continue to be busy."
After that, he quickly turned back, a look of the afterlife.
Their side of the episode, suddenly fell into the eyes of some students.
For a moment, some people began to talk about it——
"My God, what just happened? Is that what Han Wei said? "
"It should be, but Qiao fan is too counsellor, scared by a look!"
"Cut, try it for you!"
"No, I'd better forget it. I have a bad heart..."