~： The first was a math class, and the discussion in the class did not last long.

Name：Quick Transmigration Second Female Lead is also Black on the Inside Author：Shi San Qing
+ - Turn off Reset
When Xicheng is in class, he always comes ten minutes in advance, and everyone is used to it.

So the first three rows quieted down quickly, but the last four rows were nothing but the voice of discussion, and the class was still buzzing.

Xia Qiu was a boy at the same table.

The bird's nest head, black-framed glasses, round body and greasy acne face, his character is inferior, but he has always been good for Xia Qiu.

In the background, those people joked that Xia Qiu and the boys are twins, and some people maliciously called Xia Qiu directly as the boy's wife.

Such a humiliating and bad high school career, when Tu Xiaqiu recalled before his death on the plane, because of the existence of Xicheng, there was still a trace of pure white about the gloomy high school memories.

"Tu Xiaqiu, send in the homework."

Standing on the podium, the man was wearing a black sweater, not a brand name, jeans, sneakers.

His hair was a little disheveled, covering his glasses, and the stubble on his lips looked stubborn, like a 30- or 40-year-old uncle.

Said here, Xi Cheng stooped and pressed the chalk in half from the chalk box, and turned back to the serious blackboard writing on the blackboard.

Xia Qiu, just like in the past few days, walked quietly, picked up the thick homework book half, and sent it to the classmates.

Many people in the entire school, including students, don't like it.

Faces that can never see their face are replaced by the word 邋遢, and female teachers are not even willing to walk with Xicheng within two meters.

But when Xia Qiu triggered the task, it was that time that she held the homework and accidentally slipped off half.

She crouched down to pick up the homework, and Xicheng, half of the blackboard, also crouched down and picked up with her.

Right at the podium near the desk, Xi Cheng was stained with white chalk gray hands, warm fingertips, and accidentally bumped into Xia Qiu's.

The plot is activated in Xia Qiu's mind like running water. The clean taste of Xicheng and the temperature of the fingertips have always remained in Xia Qiu's heart.