When the first day of school started, these people gave her a bad impression, chattering, noisy, and careless, and sometimes she dared to contradict the teacher.

She couldn't imagine it.

Anjing has always been a well-behaved and obedient girl in the eyes of her parents and teachers. Although they are all students who pass the first class, this can prove that their academic performance is indeed very good.

But they also smoke, fall in love, play games, and swear words. An Jing always feels that they are no different from bad students.

Now that she has come into contact with her, she has changed a little. They are all very kind-hearted, such as the carefree Song Si, who usually gives them milk tea.

Xu Jiaye, who plays games all day long, will rush to change the water from the water dispenser, and Zhou Qi, who is free and easy, will maintain the classmates in the class.

The statement that seemed to have not woken up all day long and was angry on her face would help her cover her in class and tell her the answer. Now the few people finished half of the work on duty without saying a word.

I thought, it turns out that they are not that bad either.

Song Si put the broom and went to the corner to get two mops and buckets. He handed the mops to Zhou Qi and Xu Jiaye who were idle after turning over the chair.

"Tsk, take it quickly and go to the toilet with me to get some water. Ashu, remember to close the window."

"If you ask me to go, I will go, then what will I become."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Xu Jiaye mumbled but ran away.

Chen Shuo stepped on his long legs and walked to the window position. He stood upright and his arms were very long, which was more than enough for the window handle.

Ji Yuan was rubbing the window sills of the front and rear doors.

Quietly holding a wet rag on the blackboard.

Someone will come to check it out, and she wiped it carefully.

but.

It cannot be wiped in a high place.

An Jing frowned, and there were marks left by chalk. She raised her toes but still couldn't touch them. She sighed.

Just when she was about to jump again.

Suddenly, someone blocked the light from the window and leaned over to stand behind her, covering a layer of shadow, and the breath was very close.

Then a slender and fair hand easily took the rag she was holding high.

Wen Jing didn't let go, her head tilted slightly, and she looked to the side.

Chen Shu put one hand in his pocket, lowered his eyes, and looked at her faintly.

The two people collided with eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and signaled her to let go: "Isn't it impossible to reach it?"

When his skin touched, his warm hands covered her with clear joints.

Wen Jing was slightly stunned, hesitated for a moment, and slowly let go of his hand.

She took a step back, gave him the space, and spoke softly: "Thank you."

Chen Shu said hummingly.

Then stretch your arms and easily reach the top of the blackboard, erase the white marks bit by bit.

An Jing stood aside, a little at a loss, not knowing what to do, but he snatched the work.

Then she stood aside, sorted out the mess of chalk on the podium, and put them all into the chalk box.

The two in the classroom were doing what they were doing silently, with only the cicadas singing, accompanying them.

Chen Shu suddenly called her: "Quiet."

Yin Jing pinched a piece of chalk and turned around in a daze.

"Um?"

Chen Shu was still lazily rubbing the blackboard, with a fair face and a clear jaw. He stopped moving slowly and looked at her side.

The girl's black and white pupils are bright and clean, with a little bit of water.

An Jing whispered: "What's wrong?"

Chen Shu looked at her, his voice unconsciously regained his voice, and he smiled with a smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Your painting is very good."

Quietly subconsciously said.

She was a little surprised that he could say such words.

Is he complimenting her?

But why is this sentence so strange? Who are you praising?

An Jing didn't understand it, and was suddenly praised by someone. She thanked her a little unnaturally, with a little burning on her face.

She lowered her eyes and continued to do what she had done.

A small piece of white skin was exposed behind the slender neck, which was occasionally blocked by the soft black hair.

Chen Shu chuckled, looking in a good mood. He turned his head and continued to rub the blackboard. He was tall and long, and suddenly frowned, as if he was talking to himself, and said softly, with a lazy tone.

"But, I still think..."

The tone is a bit intriguing, as if it reveals dissatisfaction.

What?

Watch him again.

An Jing couldn't help but speak: "What do you think?"

She also felt that what she drew was not good enough and hoped that someone would correct her.

Chen Shuo didn't say anything anymore. He cleaned the blackboard cleanly, then turned around and threw the rag on the podium casually.

The two are standing side by side at this stage, not very close.

Chen Shuo's hand gently placed on the edge of the podium, leaned over slightly, lowered his head to approach the quiet and small ears. He turned lazy and turned a naughty smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly.

"I still think...you draw Nami's breasts smaller."

An Jing's hand trembled, his breath was close to his ears.

She didn't react and subconsciously pushed him gently.

But with a slight strength, he followed the strength of her hand and looked very hurt by her push, and staggered back a few steps with his long legs.

He put his chest in one hand and his other hand, bowed slightly, pressed it to the place she had just pushed, staring at her with dark and deep eyes, and a wilted smile on his clear face.

An Jing ignored him and lowered her head to continue cleaning up.

I thought he could give me some good advice.

He muttered softly, "Bored."

Chen Shuruo smiled as if nothing had happened, touched his nose innocently, put his hands in his pockets, and stood leisurely aside.

After Ji Yuan wiped the doors and windows, she entered the classroom and opened the door for the people behind her.

Song Si entered the classroom with a bucket of water and said whistling: "Hurry, hurry up, you can leave after mopping the floor."

The wet mop made water marks on the ground.

Xu Jiaye said bitterly: "Together we are coolies."

Zhou Qi started dragging him from the side of the podium, and he looked up and joked with Song Si: "Hey, I said why didn't you run for the labor committee? Tell your brother and you will vote for you."

Song Si put the bucket on the ground and scolded breathlessly.

"roll."

Chen Shu leaned obliquely against the edge of the podium and lowered his eyes.

His fingers were carelessly lit the podium, and the smile on his face gradually faded, and he could not see any inappropriate appearance.

Zhou Qi turned his head and narrowed his eyes at the two people standing by the podium, thinking about something.

He suddenly laughed, made a statement, and shook his eyes at him.

"Ashu, don't just ignore us, keep chatting with our sister."

The leader of the labor brigade who heard from all directions immediately responded.

What?

Chen Shuo was chatting when he had time.

Song Si shouted from the air: "Ashu, if you have nothing to do, go and paste the certificate."

Chen Shu pursed his lips and pointed at Zhou Qi in an unknown way.

Zhou Qi immediately laughed, mopped the floor attentively, pretending to be fine.

In the end, Chen Shu still held the certificate and went to the back door to post it.

After the students from the student union came to check, Song Si locked the door, carried the garbage bag, and walked downstairs.
To be continued...