Lao Gong is a crybaby

On the weekend, Sang Yue also showed mercy, and did not let Sang Ran go out to deliver food again, and urged him to study hard in the room, but Papa Bai missed Sang Ran again.

Bai Anwen collapsed on the sofa and hiccupped in despair, "Mom...can I eat your cooking?"

Mother Bai looked at her daughter distressedly, "Yes, Mom will cook you a delicious meal tonight, let's not order takeaway." After speaking, she glared at Father Bai who was packing the takeaway boxes.

Papa Bai went downstairs with a guilty conscience, he just wanted to see what Sang Ran looked like.

Sang Ran sat by the window, blowing on the fan, and lowered her head to send a message to Tan Minze.

——"Little mute, are you reviewing?"

Tan Minze was reading a book when he heard the phone vibrate on the bedside table. No need to guess, he knew who sent it. His number was only known to his family and Sang Ran, and the other three had basically never contacted him by phone. At this time, there was only Sang Ran.

A faint smile appeared, he pushed the seat away and sat on the bed and clicked on the phone.

--"exist."

He replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for his message by his phone.

——"Do you understand? If you don't understand, you can ask me."

Tan Minze smiled helplessly, even if he really didn't understand, how could he ask him?

--"understand."

Sang Ran was skeptical. In his impression, Tan Minze was a dull-witted nerd who only knew how to read.

——"Really? How are your usual grades?"

——"Can pass."

Seeing the message he sent, Sang Ran heaved a sigh of relief but at the same time couldn't help but sympathize with him. It's really pitiful that he studies so hard and can only pass the level.

—— "Well, then you should study hard, relax after reading for a while, and combine work and rest, you know?"

--"it is good."

Sang Ran saw that Tan Minze was struggling so much in his studies, and he couldn't send messages to disturb others anymore. He put his phone aside and looked at his textbook. There was no need to review such a simple thing. He fell back on the bed, screaming loudly. to sleep.

Lin Xiangxiang, on the other hand, was horrible. His parents locked Lin Xiangxiang at home for the whole weekend after they knew that the school was going to take the mid-term exam.

Lin Xiangxiang even suspected that his parents hadn't blinked, because whenever he sneaked a sideways glance, he would always meet the wide-open eyes of the two, and his heart was really miserable. The death stare probably refers to his parents Now look at his eyes.

As soon as Yang Mu came home, he consciously locked himself in the room to read a book, and he would not listen to his parents trying to persuade him to go out to play outside the door.

Chen Chen was forced by his mother to go shopping with her on the street. His small body was covered with large and small shopping bags. He always stared at the back of his mother, Ms. Yang, with eyes like dead fish.

In the future, the first thing he will deny when choosing a mate is a shopaholic.

In front of a dress shop, Ms. Yang couldn't move her feet, and the shopping guide enthusiastically stepped forward to serve her. She valued a set of water-blue dress and waved happily to Chen Chen.

"Mianmian, come here and try."

"Mom!" Chen Chen is going crazy. Every time her mother calls him "Mianmian", he wants to go crazy, and she always buys him some weird skirts and a bunch of wigs. I have never seen them go out.

The smile on the corner of the shopping guide's mouth could hardly be held back. This lady is really... very interesting.

Ms. Yang acted coquettishly on the spot, "Mianmian, why don't you just show it to your mother, you must be cute in it."

Chen Chen seemed to have heard some big joke, "I'm a boy, why do I wear a skirt?"

"But you are cuter than girls."

The shopping guide agreed. This boy is really cute. He is about the same height as a girl and has a small frame. He must look good in a skirt.

Chen Chen didn't bother to talk to him, so he turned around and left. Ms. Yang said calmly and loudly, "100 yuan, do you want to wear it or not?"

Hearing her words, Chen Chen only hated that his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move forward no matter what.

He came back with a gloomy face, and threw the big and small bags aside, "Just wear it once."

Even the shopping guide couldn't help sniggering, Ms. Yang excitedly asked the shopping guide to take off the skirt and take Chen Chen to the dressing room to change it.

She paced back and forth nervously outside the dressing room, like a man waiting outside the delivery room to become a father.

After a while, Chen Chen reluctantly came out, pinching the hem of his skirt with his hands, turning his face away in shame, anger and stubbornness.

A pure white lotus leaf collar wraps around his white and smooth neck, the aqua blue skirt is fluffy, and a ribbon bow of the same color is tied under the chest, and the white long sleeves are also tied with two bows on the back of the wrist.

Ms. Yang caught her breath and exclaimed: "Mianmian, you are really mother's treasured son, so cute." She supported Chen Chen's shoulders and came to the mirror.

"See for yourself, is Mom not lying to you?"

Chen Chen glanced up impatiently, and saw his bulging pink face in the mirror, his lips were pouted, and the temperature on his face gradually increased.

He really doesn't want to admit it, it's cute...but that doesn't change the fact that he's a boy!

He turned his head and walked to the locker room, "I've finished watching, don't forget my 100 yuan."

While he was changing clothes, Ms. Yang went to the cash register contentedly and bought the skirt.

On Monday, due to the mid-term exam, all the students canceled their morning jog, and Sang Ran could finally take a late-night sleep.

As soon as I got out of bed, I saw Lin Xiangxiang kneeling on the seat, eyes closed, hands clasped together, muttering something in his mouth.

He stood quietly behind him, and suddenly said "ah" in his ear, which made Lin Xiangxiang lie down on the table in fright.

"Sang Ran! You're going to scare me to death!"

Sang Ran scratched her messy hair, "What are you doing early in the morning? It's not about praying to God and Buddha, asking them to bless you to pass the mid-term, right?"

Lin Xiangxiang put down his sore leg, "Can't you? I can only rely on God now."

Sang Ran shook his head, glanced at Yang Mu who was sitting on the bed reading a book from the corner of his eye, and said to Lin Xiangxiang: "Look at the squad leader, and then look at yourself, it would be really weird if God let you pass. "

Aggrieved, Lin Xiangxiang stretched out his hand to pull Chen Chen who was arranging his clothes in front of the full-length mirror, "Chen Chen~ Sang Ran bullied me."

Chen Chen patted his hand away irritably, "I'm not wrong. Also, can you stop being coquettish and cute? Don't even look at your own image."

Lin Xiangxiang is going to be autistic, and he feels that he is squeezed out by his roommates in 212.

A group of people walked out of the dormitory and walked downstairs to the teaching building, just in time to run into Tan Minze, Lin Xiangxiang bumped Sang Ran's shoulder with his shoulder ambiguously, and winked coquettishly at him.

Chen Chen pushed Lin Xiangxiang and Yang Mu up the stairs, then turned around, "Sang Ran, let's find a seat first."

"Oh." It was a normal encounter, but it happened so that they became ambiguous as soon as they got involved, Sang Ran walked up unnaturally, and stood side by side with Tan Minze, with a distance of two fists between them.

Seeing that there were no other students around, he asked, "Well...how is your review going?"

"Almost." Tan Minze was much calmer than him.

A student's voice came from behind him, and Sang Ran strode upstairs after saying "Come on".

Tan Minze was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head and smiled again.

In order to prevent students from helping each other to cheat, the school broke up the classes of the whole grade and arranged the seats randomly. Poor Lin Xiangxiang didn't know anyone in the classroom, so he could only resign himself to his fate.

Sang Ran was assigned to the third class classroom, and Yang Mu was in the same classroom as him, but Yang Mu was in the first row and he was in the last row.

As soon as they entered the classroom, many girls exclaimed in low voices.

He was lying on the table and playing with his fingers boredly. Tan Minze went all the way to find him. When he saw his seat number posted on the back door of Class [-], he walked in.

He was the second-to-last seat in the row by the window. The student in the seat behind him had arrived early and was lying on the table with his back to him. He didn't know who it was.

When Sang Ran heard the sound of pulling the seat in the front seat, she looked up reflexively, and recognized the back of Tan Minze's head, she was overjoyed, and stretched out her hand to scratch the palm of his hand that was pulling the chair.

Tan Minze quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock, looked at the pretentious person, let go of his nervous heart, but was still surprised that he and Sang Ran were assigned to the same classroom.

The number of people in the classroom gradually increased, and Tan Minze sat on his seat without talking to Sang Ran.

Before the exam started, a photo of Sang Ran secretly scratching Tan Minze's palm from behind was uploaded on a new floor, capturing the bright smile on his face very clearly.

The first test was Chinese, and Sang Ran turned to the composition, which was a semi-propositional composition, and wrote "Meet ____".

Sang Ran wrote "Meeting the Little Dumb", brushing and writing without stopping. The whole article is about how she met a poor abandoned puppy on the side of the road, how to take it home, how The deeds of taking pains to tame the puppy.

Sang Ran stopped writing, rubbed her wrists, and looked up just in time to see Tan Minze flipping through the test paper, the composition grid filled with beautiful handwriting flashed by.

Unexpectedly, Tan Minze also wrote the composition first, and the speed was as fast as him. He was a little curious about what he wrote.

Sang Ran finished writing early, looked up, and saw that Tan Minze's pen had long been put aside, lowering her head as if checking.

I was even more puzzled, how could he write so fast?This is unscientific. Could it be that there is a lot of space?

The exam was allowed to be handed in 10 minutes earlier, but when it was time, Tan Minze had no intention of handing in the paper in advance, and he never picked up his pen, and was still looking down at the test paper.

Seeing that he hadn't handed it in, Sang Ran didn't intend to hand it in either. They waited until the time was up before they handed in the paper and left the classroom.

And they were the last two students to leave the classroom, Sang Ran held Tan Minze back.

"Why did you sit for so long? Did you miss some questions?"

"It's okay." Tan Minze didn't understand why he thought so. He sat at the end just because he didn't want to squeeze downstairs with others, and he didn't hand in the paper in advance because he didn't want to attract other people's attention.

Sang Ran looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"