Chapter 217 Raise the Butcher Knife

This is of course the best arrangement. After all, each group at the same table is matched according to the standard of eugenics and poor students. Of course, there are no bad students in one class, and this eugenics and poor students are also relatively speaking.

At the same time, the tablemates have also spontaneously formed study groups. After the previous run-in, they are all comfortable now. It is not appropriate to suddenly change someone to the same table. It is possible to arrange Wei Sheng next to the students who did not have the same table. is appropriate.

Cui Xian slightly frowned, then nodded.

Before leaving, he did not forget to suggest, "Shao Bingran's excellent grades should indeed help some students with lower grades. Last semester Wu Xiaoming and Sun Chenchen's study group grades declined. I suggest that Wu Xiaoming be transferred to Shao Bingran's side."

Looking at the back of Cui Xian's departure, Gong Hongfei couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He used to think that Cui Xian's character was a little lonely, but he didn't expect that he would be very considerate of the class. This is what it can be seen from this incident that the child's personality is a bit too upright and rigid, but for the current situation, this suggestion is indeed correct.

And Wei Sheng handed it over to him, but it also avoided the occurrence of puppy love incidents.

In the classroom at this moment, Wei Sheng was explaining to Shao Bingran the homework questions left over from the previous class at the request of Shao Bingran. During this period, Shao Bingran could almost clearly smell the good smell of shampoo exuding from her body, his eyes flickered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth hung a smile, "Wei Sheng, I didn't understand it all at once, can you stop? Say it again?"

At this moment, Cui Xian put his hands in his trouser pockets with ease, dangling his long legs, and stepped into the classroom with a blank face, without even glancing at the two of them, he went straight back to his seat.

Seeing him enter the door, Wei Sheng put down the textbook in his hand and walked to Cui Xian to sit down.

In fact, all the students in the class knew about Cui Xian's request to sit alone last semester. The cause of that incident was actually Cui Xian's deskmate sneezed in his direction, splashing his saliva on his textbook and desktop.

In addition, the good boys in the class know Wei Sheng, but after all, the good guys in a class only occupy a small part. Most of them may be like Mr. Gong. They heard that Cui Xian and Shao Bingran was a teacher in the second grade office last semester. There were rumors that a girl was in her early days, but she couldn't match the girl with Wei Sheng in front of her. Or even though Wei Sheng often came to their class to borrow books, most of the students didn't notice her at all.

As for the school celebration beating incident, the rumors have only been around for a while. For a school like No. 1 Middle School, the new lace news will never stop, and it will quickly replace the old news.

That is to say, some students' impression of Wei Sheng is limited to familiarity, or like students who don't hear anything outside the window and only read the book of sages and sages, they don't even have familiarity.

So at this moment, some people were a little surprised when they saw that the new student suddenly sat next to Cui Xian, and felt that Wei Sheng was a little confused.

"Why don't you ask me why I suddenly skipped a grade?" Wei Sheng leaned on the desk with one hand on his head and looked at Cui Xian with a smile.

Cui Xian leaned upright on the chair, and took out the textbooks he needed for the next class from the desk in a leisurely manner. The direct sunlight from the window hit his thin white sweater, and the background was extraordinarily clean and bright.

He turned his face and glanced at Wei Sheng, and said lightly, "Why?"

"I just want to dance." Wei Sheng straightened his waist and put his hands on the back of his head.

Cui Xian turned around and ignored him, Wei Sheng continued with a smile, "It's convenient for us to take the high school entrance exam together."

Hearing this, Cui Xian's mouth couldn't help drawing a slight arc, and he turned his head to look out the window without a trace, only a faint "Oh" in his mouth.

At this time, the class bell rang, Wei Sheng stood up and planned to return to his seat, but was interrupted by Gong Hongfei, who hurried into the classroom from outside, "Wei Sheng, you can sit there from now on, Wu Xiaoming, Sun Chenchen, and you both fell in the exam last semester. Do you know how to play when you are in class? Wu Xiaoming, you are transferred to Shao Bingran's side."

After Gong Hongfei finished speaking, he left the class in a hurry.

In the early spring, the willow tree pulled out its filaments, and unknown flowers bloomed quietly in the corners. Wei Sheng and Cui Xian both sat by the window, one looked stunned, the other had no expression, and even frowned in embarrassment when Wei Sheng turned to look at him.

Shao Bingran, for the entire class, sat upright beside the boy named Wu Xiaoming, his face ashen.

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The first day of school was normal. Wei Sheng's grade skipping did not affect too many people, except for Liu Jianren, who had to stay in the second year of junior high to teach physical education.

As for Wei Sheng himself, there is only one more deskmate who is not very talkative and has a cold and arrogant attitude. But after getting along at close range, Wei Sheng discovered many advantages for Cui Xian that were not discovered in the previous life.

For example, he has a rigorous and serious attitude towards learning, such as his clear thinking in solving problems. If Wei Sheng can clearly answer a question from two perspectives, then Cui Xian can almost solve it from three or even more perspectives. Provide a coherent rationale. This is something Wei Sheng, who never studied in the same class with Cui Xian in the last life, did not find out.

Therefore, there is a basis for every truly proud person to be confident in his heart. Of course, there is still a difference between true pride and blind arrogance.

At 8:30 in the evening, Wei Sheng hurriedly left after school and stepped into the black Toyota car parked at the south gate of the school.

After closing the door, he slowly drove out of the school in the dark.

Yuan Chunbo, who was driving, couldn't help turning his head to glance at Wei Sheng, and then smiled, "Are my brothers okay?"

Wei Sheng knew that he was talking about the brother who borrowed the Beicheng Department Store to act as a temporary security guard, so he smiled and nodded, "It really helped a lot." Some of the merchants who opened their stalls in the Beicheng Department Store are relatively senior hooligans in Chaonan City. , it is also these people who started to take the lead in taking the lead in the original Beicheng department store after the completion of the new business district in the south.

And the group of brothers under Yuan Chunbo, whether they were from the motorcade, or those who were secretly brought under Yuan Chunbo after Li Xianzong lost his power, were all old Jianghu who followed the Uyghur Party to eat, and they were very virtuous in dealing with those hooligans.

After this sentence, the two people in the car seemed to be silent for a while.

Yuan Chunbo took a deep breath, "Did you meet Sun Qipeng last night?"

"Yeah." Wei Sheng slid down the car window, cool air poured into the car, and his eyes seemed to be a little chilled.

"Move tonight?" Even though he had already made arrangements, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the moment, which was due to Li Xianzong's long-term pressure. A figure with hands covering the sky.

"Fear of future troubles."

The light but powerful words, along with the chilly wind in the spring night, brought goose bumps on Yuan Chunbo's arms.