MTL - Whispering To You-Chapter 22 22 Whisper

"Why did you order a new workbook again?" Cheng Yin flipped through the newly issued math workbook and was very dissatisfied, "We didn't do much with the Shinkansen we ordered last time."

"That's not easy to use, it was ordered by the school. This time this is chosen by the math teacher himself, and the topic is more basic and more comprehensive."

Xie Ying sat on Chen Ran's seat with her book in her arms, "It's already afternoon, Chen Ran is still not coming to class?"

"Come on."

I don't know where it came from, since Chen Ran didn't show up in the first class in the morning, Cheng Yin knew that he would not come to class.

"Then I'll sit here today." Xie Ying buried herself in her homework, "By the way, what are you doing this afternoon?"

The National Day is approaching, and the senior year is officially entering the review stage. The school will hold a teacher mobilization meeting as usual.

Ideological work, specific arrangements, a lecture must be three or four hours, so this afternoon's classes are all self-study, no teacher supervision.

"Let's look at physics." Cheng Yin said slowly, "Just this simple."

Xie Ying took out Cheng Yin's high school math and chemistry textbooks and planned to point her to the key points.

"Actually, mathematics and chemistry in the first year of high school..." Xie Ying opened the book and was shocked, "It's all blank? Have you ever listened to a class?"

Cheng Yin said embarrassedly: "I will read the book well."

Xie Ying didn't want to talk to her.

Cheng Yin stopped talking and turned to the first page of the physics book of the first grade.

After one class, Cheng Yin was dying. She closed the book and drank water.

"No, I have to read a magazine for a while to relax and combine work and rest."

Xie Ying grabbed the magazine that Cheng Yin had just taken out, rolled it up and knocked on her head, whispering, "Look at the seat in front of yourself."

Because the afternoon is full of self-study, there are quite a lot of people who change their seats freely.

For example, Xiao Siran was exchanged with the people in their study group.

"Look at Xiao Siran, what kind of people are in the team, the worst is Pei Fei's grade, you can have a snack, don't be pressed on the ground again next month's test ."

Cheng Yin suddenly raised a breath and clenched a small fist.

"Okay, I will favor physics again."

I don't know when it rained again outside the window. This autumn rain is more lingering than the spring rain.

Two classes passed, Xie Ying rubbed her arms and asked casually, "What major did your brother study in college?"

No response.

Xie Ying raised her head and saw Cheng Yin quickly calculating on the scratch paper.

Xie Ying stopped asking, and continued to read.

Unconsciously, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The bell rang for the third get out of class. Seeing that there was one more class left, Xie Ying asked worriedly, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

Cheng Yin raised her head in confusion, looked out the window, and said, "The weather forecast is getting more and more inaccurate now."

I mean, no umbrella.

According to this rain, even if you go out to take a taxi, the distance from the classroom to the school gate is enough to drown people.

"What should I do then?" Xie Ying asked, "Do you want someone to pick you up?"

"Well, I'll ask my brother if he's free this afternoon."

She took out her phone and quietly sent a message in the drawer.

Xie Ying paused for a moment and said astringently, "I didn't bring an umbrella."

"Yeah." Cheng Yin didn't lift his head, "I know, my brother will drive over later, I'll ask him to bring an extra umbrella and take you home first."

Ten minutes after the last class, no one in the class was doing self-study, either packed their schoolbags and prepared to leave, or packed their schoolbags and started chatting.

The classroom was noisy, Xie Ying didn't have the mind to read, put down her pen, and asked, "I read the book all afternoon, is there anything I don't understand?"

"I think so, I think."

Cheng Yin scratched his temples, but he couldn't remember, so he simply started to flip through the pages he had read.

"Your efficiency is too low. If you encounter any questions you don't understand in the future, you can either ask them in time, or record them and concentrate..." Before Xie Ying finished speaking, Cheng Yin pointed to the book and gave an after-class lesson. The question said, "Here, how can I not understand."

Xie Ying glanced at the question, then looked at Cheng Yin strangely.

"Are you sure you don't understand this question?"

"Well." Cheng Yin suddenly felt guilty, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Is this question particularly simple? I-Should I stop reading it?"

"Don't look at it." Xie Ying drew a circle for her with a pen, "The teacher said that the data on this question is wrong, so I can't figure it out."

Cheng Yin took a long breath, "Oh, it scared me to death."

Xie Ying looked at her nervous look, couldn't help laughing, and poked her head with the tip of her nose: "Small-headed melon seeds are quite smart."

Cheng Yin was a man who opened a dyeing workshop when he gave some color, and shook his head, "That's right, after all, it is a family of champions."

After speaking, her face suddenly sank.

"Not necessarily."

For example, Chen Ran, Teacher Wang is so good, he hasn't passed the exam for five years.

While speaking, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and many people stood up.

Today's rain came suddenly, most people didn't bring umbrellas, they were dawdling in the classroom to prepare to rub each other's umbrellas.

Cheng Sheng called Xie Ying, saying that he was almost at school and told her to wait in the classroom.

Cheng Yin did not move.

Xie Ying sat with her, poked her arm, and motioned her to look ahead.

Xiao Siran and the others did not leave, and were still reading in their seats.

Cheng Yin sucked in a breath, "This is too much."

"It's normal operation, it's the third year of high school, but you can't study every minute and every second." Xie Ying said, "It's you, go home and read books carefully, and you will take the monthly test when you come back on National Day."

Cheng Yin lowered her head and grabbed the pen, and said with no confidence: "I will try my best."

"What to do? It's a must!" Xie Ying slapped her face with the list of team members, "Look at you, this group is very dangerous, we have to clean up if we are not careful. ."

Cheng Yin saw Chen Ran's name, and her mood was even lower.

"Then Chen Ran didn't even come to class, why didn't you tell him."

Xie Ying was speechless: "You know he won't come to class, what should I say about him?"

"Then you ask him to come to class."

"What's my name?"

"Call him!"

"I don't have his phone number."

"Then send him a WeChat."

"I don't have his WeChat either."

"I'll give it to you."

"Okay, you give..." Xie Ying was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted, "Wait, why did I go to great lengths to ask him to come to class? It doesn't matter if he likes to come or not, anyway, he If it's holding us back, it's up to him to clean up."

Cheng Yin lowered her head and looked at the desktop.

"Oh, I just said it casually."

She looked at the rain outside the window again and tapped the table with her fingers.

A boy at the school gate came in with an umbrella, an umbrella in his hand.

It looks like they are here to pick up people.

He walked slowly through the square behind the school gate, and his pace slowly accelerated, as if he was in a hurry.

Looking at the boy, Cheng Yin inexplicably imagined him as Chen Ran.

When the figure of that person disappeared from sight, Cheng Yin turned to look at the door of the classroom.

The image of Chen Ran appearing at the door with an umbrella already appeared in his mind, but Cheng Yin didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Although she knew that the boy just now was obviously not Chen Ran, because he was a little short and was carrying a big red sports messenger bag.

"What are you dreaming about, Cheng Yin."

Cheng Yin said to himself.

At this time, someone called "Ayin" at the door.

Cheng Sheng is here.

He stood at the door with a wet umbrella in his right hand and two pink umbrellas in his left.

"Let's go." Cheng Yin picked up his schoolbag, took two steps, and then turned back, "What are you still doing? Let's go."

Xie Ying nodded and followed Cheng Yin slowly with her schoolbag on her back.

The two walked to the door of the classroom, and Cheng Sheng gave each of them an umbrella.

Xie Ying held the umbrella in her hand and whispered, "Thank you."

The three turned around and went downstairs, Cheng Sheng walked in the front, and Xie Ying quietly asked behind: "Why is your brother always wearing a mask?"

"Sick." Cheng Yin said, "He is afraid of infection."

"Oh, so..."

Xie Ying nodded.

Cheng Sheng suddenly remembered something, and was about to speak, when he saw a man suddenly walking up the corridor.

His eyes suddenly became alert.

Chen Ran.

He also has two umbrellas in his hand.

One wet and one dry.

Cheng Yin's eyes lit up, as if she forgot that Cheng Sheng was still by her side, and asked, "Why are you coming to school at this time?"

Chen Ran glanced at Cheng Yin's umbrella without a trace.

"I'll bring an umbrella to Nie Nan."

Nie Nan, who just came out of the classroom, heard this sentence: ? ? ?

Next second.

—I was invited to eat roasted scorpions yesterday and brought me an umbrella today.

Wow, so moving.

"Why are you standing there?" Chen Ran handed out the black umbrella to him, "Want to go home in the rain?"

Nie Nan's mind was a little flattered.

It's a black | What about the son of a social boss!

What about repeaters!

Look how united and friendly they are!

Chen Ran walked into the rain alone.

Nie Nan originally wanted to be with him, but after seeing the aura of "I'm in a bad mood, you better stay two meters away from me", he chose to walk away silently.

The son of the boss is really the son of the boss, and this turned his face faster than the weather today.

The rain was still heavy, and Chen Ran walked slowly, wondering why the rain was so annoying.

He and Ji Huaijin have both gone up the mountain today to prepare for camping, who knows how to say it rains in this ghost weather.

What's even more fascinating is that his first reaction is that Cheng Yin's brain will definitely not bring an umbrella.

So he drove down the mountain.

When he got to school, he felt that he was quite self-motivated.

Someone has a brother who is pampering him, where can he get his cheap brother to come and greet him.

One sentence summary: sick.

Out of school, Chen Ran stopped at the intersection and watched the countdown on the traffic light.

Why is it so slow every second.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Chen Ran looked back and saw Cheng Yin holding a pink umbrella, looking up at him.

"Why are you here?"

Cheng Yin said, "My brother is in a hurry today, so he left after giving me an umbrella, and told me to go home by myself."

Still didn't answer Chen Ran's question.

Cheng Yin's empty hand was behind his back, rubbing the straps of his schoolbag nervously.

"That...you're actually here to give me an umbrella today, right?"

The green light came on at this moment, and the surrounding pedestrians hurriedly crossed the road, whistling one after another.

But Chen Ran felt that the surroundings were very quiet.

He looked at Cheng Yin's bright eyes, and there was a glint of "expectation" in them.

It's hard to deny.

Chen Ran gave a low "um".

Cheng Yin smiled immediately, her eyes curved into crescents.

She stretched out her hand: "Then I will hold your umbrella."

The two exchanged umbrellas in the rain.

The rain was pouring, as if it was about to destroy the city.

Chen Ran and Cheng Yin, one tall and one short, slowly walked into the rain.

The tall one was holding a small pink umbrella, which could not cover his tall body, and his shoulders were wet.

The short one was holding a **** umbrella, which was about to cover her entire upper body, like a **** mushroom, hopping forward in the rain.

The author has something to say:I will come to the second watch tonight, if anyone praises me, if no one praises me, I will leave