"Accelerating scientific and technological innovation is necessary to promote high-quality development, to achieve a high-quality life for the people, to build a new development pattern, and to successfully embark on a new journey of comprehensively building a modern socialist country..."
Class A1, Grade 12, Politics class.
The political teacher's voice echoed in the classroom flatly and smoothly, just like usual.
Today is the fourth class in the morning, and politics is not a main subject, so this class always has the most people sleeping soundly.
But now no one in the whole classroom can sleep peacefully.
Whether they were taking notes seriously or typing away on their phones hidden under their desks... the absent-minded students would occasionally lose their focus and look at the uninvited guest at the back of the classroom.
A tall, handsome boy with a very bad complexion was occupying a corner of the classroom.
Before him, the crooked, empty desk stood out, disrupting the otherwise neatly arranged desks. There were even a few scratches on the floor, clearly indicating that the desk and chair had been temporarily dragged from another classroom.
Fang Qian'an hadn't done anything out of the ordinary in Class A1. He chose to sit at the back of the classroom, presumably to minimize his presence. However, his height, appearance, and even his status within the school, along with all the rumors surrounding him, made it impossible to ignore him. Not to mention his classmates, even the political science teacher, who always had a stern face and lectured like a mantra, had a look of astonishment when he walked into the classroom and saw Fang Qian'an.
After all, everyone in Qiming knows that as long as Fang Qianan can stay in Qiming quietly, it will be a face for the school. As for asking Young Master Fang to study hard... Haha, are you telling a joke?
Most of the time, Fang Qianan only needed to show up in the morning and then he could leave at any time. Qiming had luxuriously decorated student lounges and study rooms on each floor, which was where Fang Qianan usually spent his time.
After teaching at Qiming for so long, the political teacher didn't even know when he last saw Fang Qianan in class.
But now, Fang Qianan not only came to class, but also looked like he wanted to attend the class.
...This is a bit scary.
While teaching, the political teacher was horrified to see Fang Qianan turn aside, casually take the political book from a classmate next to him, and look at it for a long time with a frown.
"Hey, Xiu'er——"
Fang Qianan was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping. He reached out and poked Li Xiu.
"I found your method is really effective. Now I only remember feeling sleepy and don't remember anything else at all."
He mumbled vaguely.
Li Xiu: "…"
"Why don't you look sleepy at all? How did you do it?"
Li Xiu reached out expressionlessly and pulled his textbook back from Fang Qianan's hand.
"Don't call me Xiu'er."
The boy frowned and spoke quickly in a low voice.
Fang Qianan yawned.
"Well, uh, Xiuxiu?" He said nonchalantly, and leaned closer to Li Xiu to look at the notes he had written.
Li Xiu grabbed his notebook with his backhand. He glanced at Fang Qianan and used his cold eyes to show his extreme disgust for this nickname.
Fang Qianan was glared at by Li Xiu.
If anyone else dared to look at him like that, Fang Qianan would not hesitate to let them know how powerful he was.
But unfortunately, that was Li Xiu.
Even though he was given the cold shoulder, his chest felt itchy as if something had scratched it.
A little unhappy, but also a little happy.
Well, for some reason I want to make that person even more unhappy.
"Still not satisfied? Then I'll call you..." Fang Qianan was thinking, and that name appeared in his mind like a brand.
"A Xiu."
[A Xiu.]
Yes, the frail young man sitting next to him at this moment should be called A Xiucai.
Poor Ah Xiu.
Although she is a little effeminate, A Xiu is still A Xiu.
[…My Ah Xiu.]
…
"Hey, Xiu, don't ignore me."
The boy's voice was extremely low and hoarse at this moment.
It was clearly the lively voice unique to young people, but when he shouted "A Xiu", there was a subtle hint of greed and gloom in the tone.
"Since you have no objection, I will call you Ah Xiu from now on."
Fang Qianan didn't notice the change in his tone at all.
He grinned and murmured with a smile.
The sound of "A Xiu" made Li Xiu's hand tremble suddenly, and the red pen used to highlight the key points fell on the notebook, and the tip of the pen splashed a small amount of scarlet ink on the snow-white paper.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at Fang Qianan.
In fact, his grandmother also called him "A Xiu", but when this name came out of Fang Qianan's mouth, Li Xiu felt an inexplicable discomfort.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and Li Xiu pressed his temples with his hands.
The low fever caused him to have some tinnitus.
After Fang Qianan called out "A Xiu" just now, the sound seemed to have formed an echo deep in his ear canal, repeating itself in a subtle and fragmented manner.
"You're so noisy."
Picking up the pen, Li Xiu tore off the ink-stained notebook page and spoke to Fang Qianan expressionlessly.
"Also, don't call me Ah Xiu."
But Fang Qianan had no intention of changing his words.
"A Xiu, what exactly happened just now? Did we really run into 'that'?... Political studies are really useful. Things like that shouldn't follow people around, right?"
The tall boy didn't put on any airs in front of Li Xiu. To communicate smoothly with Li Xiu, he even pushed his desk next to hers without hesitation. However, Fang Qianan completely forgot the size difference between him and Li Xiu. With such a squeeze, his huge body was directly pressed against Li Xiu's thigh and arm.
The situation was really very strange.
Countless self-conscious gazes fell on him, their inner curiosity burning with curiosity. Fang Qianan could naturally ignore these scrutiny, but Li Xiu's mood became very bad.
"I have a way to effectively exorcise ghosts."
Li Xiu said to Fang Qianan with a stern face.
"If you want to know, just shut up and listen during this class."
...Finally, Fang Qianan fell silent.
*
Fang Qianan closed his mouth tightly, but his body did not move away.
Even through the school uniform, Li Xiu could feel that Fang Qianan's body was completely different from hers. Scientific training and high-quality food intake allowed the almost adult boy to grow broad shoulders and strong thighs.
Even Fang Qianan's body temperature is much higher than Li Xiu's.
Li Xiu quietly used a little force to try to push Fang Qianan away, but it was useless.
Instead, Fang Qianan stared at him, noticed the little movement, and wanted to say something - it was obvious that it was just some boring joke. Li Xiu immediately raised a finger to his lips and said something silently with his lips.
[Methods to exorcise ghosts.]
Fang Qianan pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair in a sullen manner.
But his body was still pressed against Li Xiu.
Li Xiu lowered her eyelids and looked at the reassuring sentences in the political textbook, but what came to her mind was the boy next to her who was so scared of ghosts that his face turned pale.
never mind.
Li Xiu took a deep breath, decided to give up resistance and concentrate on listening to the class.
Of course, the class ended up being a complete mess, and I didn't remember a single useful sentence. First, halfway through class, there were suddenly more people outside the window. They looked like they were just passing by, but if they were, they wouldn't all be so cautiously looking in the window.
When their eyes fell on Fang Qianan, everyone showed an expression of complete disbelief, as if they were dreaming.
…
[Boss, what happened? ]
Fang Qianan's cell phone vibrated. He took it out out of boredom and took a look. It was a message from one of his close brothers.
"If we want to teach Little Cripple a lesson, we'll die if we help you. Why would Master Fang subject himself to such an injustice and stay in such a place?"
Fang Qianan frowned.
Besides Li Xiu, Class A1 in Year 1 also included several high-scoring students recruited from other schools by Qiming. While not as poor as Li Xiu, they were still considered a completely different class of "poor" by others. Though the messages were only text, they still revealed an undisguised disdain for the entire class, and even for the "crippled" Li Xiu.
"Tsk."
Li Xiu suddenly heard the eldest young master beside him snort in disdain.
He looked at Fang Qianan, who also happened to be looking at him.
"well..."
Facing Li Xiu's puzzled gaze, Fang Qianan shook his head.
This guy, with his skinny appearance, is indeed easy to be bullied.
A certain young master felt a little tight in his chest when he recalled what Li Xiu had suffered before.
Then he held up his phone and started typing.
[First, I stay wherever I want. It has nothing to do with you.]
[Second, watch your eyes. Are you treating me like a monkey by walking back and forth outside?]
[Third, don't call others "crippled" casually.]
After finishing typing, Fang Qianan clicked the group message button.
Sure enough, not long after, there were fewer people looking out the window.
Fang Qianan noticed this and closed the WeChat dialog box with satisfaction, turning off the screen of his phone.
Then, the next second, Fang Qianan's hand shook and the phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Everyone was shocked, including Li Xiu, who had finally managed to concentrate on the class.
When meeting Li Xiu's gaze, Fang Qianan's expression became a little stiff.
"I accidentally dropped my phone."
Fang Qianan said dryly.
As he was speaking, someone had already picked up his phone for him.
Fang Qianan looked at the phone and hesitated for a moment before taking it back.
"What's wrong?"
Li Xiu asked.
Fang Qianan shrugged.
"It's really okay."
It's just an accidental blur.
Fang Qianan said to himself in his heart.
The glossy electronic screen will reflect the user's shadow when it turns black.
This is a very normal situation.
Just now, at the moment when the phone screen went off, a blurry and dark figure was reflected on Fang Qianan's phone screen.
Fang Qianan didn't see anything clearly, but he inexplicably felt that it was not... not his own face.
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Fang Gou: This is hilarious! I'm a skilled courtesan. How can I be like a primary school student? [Confidence]
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