Han Yu frowned instantly.

What's the meaning? change seats?

Tang Xia was also taken aback, and after chewing on the meaning of Teacher Luo's words, she suddenly understood. And when she understood, her first reaction was to turn her head and look at Han Yu dully.

From the boy's eyes, she also read surprise and surprise.

So they can no longer be front and back seatmates?

Tang Xia suddenly felt empty, and couldn't tell what it was like, it wasn't uncomfortable, it wasn't loss, after all, she was still a classmate in the same class, but it was just... stuffy, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in her chest, so oppressed that she couldn't breathe carefree.

"why?"

Suddenly, the boy spoke with a harsh tone, and asked Teacher Luo without hesitation.

His voice was not high, and he was standing at the end, but even so, Teacher Luo who was standing in front of him still heard Han Yu's voice.

It was indeed a question, because he was so impolite, and he didn't consider that he was a student and the other party was a teacher, so what kind of attitude should be correct.

Teacher Luo was already angry, but when he heard Han Yu say this, he became even more annoyed, and replied sarcastically, "There are so many reasons, look at your current discipline, can it still be called discipline?"

Han Yu kept talking without saying anything, as if he had ignited Teacher Luo, her anger exploded in an instant, forcing the teacher to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Why is there no sound at all in the self-study in other classes?"

"Why are the students in other classes self-conscious?"

"Why are the teachers in other classes much more worry-free than me?"

Teacher Luo scolded her head and face, her voice was extremely loud, if it wasn't for class time, the students in the next class would have to stick their heads out to see the movement.

The students all buried their heads, and they didn't know whether it was because of shame or what. No one dared to talk back, and no one dared to provoke Teacher Luo's anger.

Except for Han Yu who is not afraid of death.

"But what does this have to do with changing seats?" The young man asked back, his brows filled with dissatisfaction, "I've been sitting for so long, and suddenly changed seats, teacher, can't you consider everyone's feelings?"

"What do you need to consider about your feelings?" Teacher Luo was completely annoyed, her voice suddenly raised a few degrees, and the head teacher of the next class ran out of the classroom in shock.

"Teacher Luo, what's the matter with you?" The teacher didn't understand the situation, seeing a group of students in Class 6 outside, and Teacher Luo's expression was so dark that he couldn't help being curious.

Teacher Luo reluctantly suppressed his emotions, lowered his eyes slightly and explained, "There is no discipline at all, I will catch them today."

"That's it." The teacher couldn't say much, nodded and entered his class again. After all, it is the other teacher's business, so I can't control it.

Being interrupted by this, Teacher Luo stared at Han Yu for a few seconds, and was full of the criticism that was about to come out just now, saying that he didn't want to say it or not, so he simply gritted his teeth and ignored it, and went directly to the topic.

"At the beginning of school, I didn't know the personality of each of you, but now I understand and master it, and I know how to arrange the seats to suit you best," Teacher Luo said coldly while directing a few students to enter the classroom with a sullen face, " This is for the discipline and study of our class, not to satisfy your 'feelings'. The task of the students is to attend class! Do you think that every day is just for chatting and nonsense?"

Teacher Luo became angry again as he spoke, his sharp voice piercing the sky.

Tang Xia's ears were buzzing, it was a bit exaggerated, and she also felt some ringing in her ears for no reason.

Han Yu's complexion was no better than Teacher Luo's, or even worse. He didn't want to change the seat, he thought the current seat was very good, the front and back seats with Tang Xia.

But how should I put it, at school, the teacher's words are above all else, and no rebuttals are allowed.

There were fewer and fewer students standing in the corridor. Tang Xia looked in through the window glass and saw many people sitting on new seats, and some people were arranging their desks, putting their original seats and desk drawers into place. Move all the things here.

She even saw other girls sitting in her seat, and other boys sitting in Han Yu's seat.

I feel very uncomfortable.

"Tang Xia, go in and sit there."

In a trance, Teacher Luo called her from the front.

Tang Xia froze, subconsciously raised her feet and walked forward, but someone behind her suddenly grabbed the hem of her school uniform.

The girl turned her head slowly, and the boy's face in her eyes was a little inexplicably hazy, not real, but it had the most stubborn outline in her memory.

He said—"Tang Xia, don't go, don't go in."

There were very few students outside the classroom, and almost all of them hung their heads listlessly. Only Han Yu stood tall and straight, with a look of neither humble nor overbearing. He secretly decided that no matter what Teacher Luo said, as long as he persisted in his attitude and didn't go in or take the seat arranged by the teacher, then maybe he could still be the front and back seat with Tang Xia.

Of course, there must be a prerequisite for this, that is, Tang Xia insisted on the same as him.

"Han Yu," the girl froze for a moment, her face was always gentle, but after a while, she smiled helplessly and said, "Let go."

The young man was stunned, grabbing her school uniform with his beautiful and delicate fingers, crumpling the corners of her clothes.

"Don't let go."

Even Han Yu, who is handsome and cold, still has a childish side, he doesn't let go, and even clenches harder.

"Tang Xia," Teacher Luo called out again, with impatience in his tone, "Go in quickly and take the seat next to Fu Han."

Teacher Luo arranged for her to sit in the second row of the first group. The tablemate was Fu Han, who had excellent grades in science, and the front and back seats were all girls, the kind who didn't talk too much.

Teacher Luo's urging on the one hand, and Han Yu's persuasion on the other, Tang Xia bit her lower lip and twitched.

But she was an obedient student after all. She glanced at Han Yu apologetically, then slowly raised her arm, and covered the back of Han Yu's hand with her white and small palm, which made the young man startled and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The girl gently squeezed the boy's hand.

Her hands are relatively small, but the temperature is hot. He was in a daze for a moment, and Tang Xia tore his hand off if he didn't pay attention.

This was the first handshake between Han Yu and Tang Xia, so unforgettable.

"We're still in the same class, so it's not too far away, right?" She comforted in a low voice, but she didn't dare to look at the boy's face, so she hurriedly finished her sentence and trotted into the room without looking back. out of the classroom.

Fu Han greeted excitedly from his seat, "Tang Xia, here!"

Others didn't have much emotion about changing seats, they just thought it was a bit sudden, only Han Yu and Tang Xia felt differently.

Perhaps Zou Ziyu was also included.

"Fu Han." Tang Xia responded politely, her smile was as gentle as ever.

At some point, Han Yu was left alone outside the corridor. He always stood still, no matter what Teacher Luo called him.

But the boy's eyes stayed on the girl all the time, from the outside to the inside, until she was sitting at the new deskmate, smiling still.

But so glaring.