Teacher Luo arranged new seats for the students according to the principle of "sriracha filling the vacancies".

For example, for a person with good academic performance, his front, back, left, and right seats must be seated by students who are slightly behind in grades. Another example is that if Tang Xia's academic performance is not very good, the classmates around her will be people like Fu Han who are good at various subjects.

One is to let excellent students drive other people's enthusiasm for learning, and help each other in learning in and out of class.

The second is to dismantle the "troublemakers" in the class and catch the discipline. For example, Qi Hui can't arrange boys around him, let girls surround him, and he can't find anyone to talk to, so the discipline will naturally be better than before.

The only thing that gave Mr. Luo a headache was Han Yu.

For some reason, this boy was so stubborn, all his classmates went in, but he was the only one who was still confronting himself and refused to give in, it was very stabbing.

Han Yu's new deskmate is a girl who speaks a lot of Mandarin, with mediocre grades, but a lively personality. Teacher Luo arranged Han Yu, who talked the least in the class, by her side, which was a good choice.

It's just that this is not what the boy is most resistant to. What he cares more about is that his new seat is in the third group.

Tang Xia was in the first group.

No matter how the seats are moved in parallel every week, there will always be two groups of classmates and two aisles between them.

It feels like the furthest and farthest distance.

"Han Yu, if you don't come in, you can take all the next classes outside the door."

Teacher Luo, who played both soft and hard ways, had no choice but to utter harsh words. As soon as he finished speaking, he really ignored Han Yu and closed the classroom door directly, leaving the boy outside.

Tang Xia was quite worried, she straightened her neck and looked out of the window. When she met Han Yu's deep eyes, her heartbeat, which was originally steady, missed a beat in an instant.

His gaze contained too much, too much confusion and disappointment.

Tang Xia, why did you compromise like this?

The nameless guilt in the girl's heart suddenly rose. But she still gritted her teeth, bit the bullet and met the boy's gaze again, silently persuading—

Come in, Han Yu.

The boy's stubbornness has always been beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He shook his head firmly and did not move his feet.

Tang Xia had no choice but to take advantage of Teacher Luo's inattention, secretly gestured to Han Yu, then suddenly lowered her head, picked up a pen and scribbled a line of words on the draft paper.

Han Yu saw Tang Xia's small movements and was curious for some reason.

"Fu Han," Tang Xia finished writing the note, and lightly bumped the arm of the tablemate with her elbow, "It's more convenient for you to be near the window, can you give this note to Han Yu for me? Please, please."

At that time, Fu Han was seriously taking notes.

He likes physics very much, and his grades are top-notch in physics, so Teacher Luo arranged for Tang Xia to be his deskmate, and Fu Han was very happy. After all, they are familiar with each other, and he can also help Tang Xia improve his physics performance, which is the best of both worlds.

"Okay." Fu Han was very straightforward. Although he and Han Yu had conflicts before, boys, like husband and wife, had no overnight feud. They even played basketball together when they were at the base.

Teacher Luo has already started class, and the theorems and formulas learned yesterday are listed on the blackboard. She is turning her back on her back, holding a textbook in one hand and chalk in the other hand, copying the typical examples in the book.

Fu Han seized this opportunity, secretly opened the window, winked at Han Yu who was frowning displeased, and then threw the small note out with lightning speed.

After all, he was a sports student, and the movement of throwing the note was neither heavy nor light, and it just landed at Han Yu's feet.

Without hesitation, the boy bent down and picked it up.

The note was not big, so it was easy to open. Han Yu slowly unfolded it, and the girl's delicate and neat handwriting came into view.

There are only two simple sentences written on it, a rhetorical question, and a statement—

"Didn't you say yes, do you want to take the top ten in the class?"

"Your grades are good, we can be at the same table."

From the beginning to the end, the girl's delicate words were deeply imprinted in his mind, and the boy's originally dark eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up.

Tang Xia was right, and even woke up Han Yu who was in a bad mood.

Isn't Teacher Luo arranging seats according to academic performance? Tang Xia's grades were poor, so Fu Han, who was better than her, could sit beside her. Then what if he could be as good as Fu Hanyi? Or, better than him. As it should be, he can also be Tang Xia's deskmate.

Perhaps Han Yu's goal at the beginning was just a bet, a bet with Wang Yize.

So now, his goal is not just for that bet.

If he loses a front seat, he will definitely have a deskmate after the end of the term.

Thinking of this, Han Yu narrowed his eyes, and his hands hanging by his side clenched into fists invisibly.

"Report."

Teacher Luo had just finished copying the sample questions, when he heard the words, he turned his head, looked over the frame of his glasses, and saw the boy standing by the door.

He opened the door, but rarely stood obediently outside without moving. Although the expression on his face was still indifferent, Mr. Luo always felt that something had changed.

"Got it figured out? Are you going to come in for class?"

She threw the chalk into the card slot and asked lightly.

"En." Han Yu still didn't say much, the delicate line of his chin was straightened, outlining a handsome face.

"Go back to your seat." Teacher Luo didn't embarrass him, probably because he knew that this child was soft and not hard.

The sixth physics class finally returned to tranquility, and everyone fell into the vortex of learning again.

After that class, Mr. Luo returned to the office after thinking about it, took out the mobile phone in the drawer, and made a call.

The person on the other end of the phone took a long time to pick up, as if he was busy with something, and his tone was a little anxious when he spoke.

"Hello, is this Han Yu's mother?" Teacher Luo said politely, "I am his class teacher, and my surname is Luo."

Du Ruo was taken aback, a little surprised, "Teacher Luo?"

"Yes, we met at the parent-teacher meeting at the beginning of school," Mr. Luo replied with a smile, "It's Han Yu's mother like this. Is it convenient for you now? I want to tell you about Han Yu's recent situation."

"Did Han Yu get into trouble at school, teacher?" Du Ruo's first reaction was this, but after thinking about it, although he has a bad temper, he hasn't been so troublesome since he was a child that he wants the teacher to find his parents.

"Oh no, don't worry, Han Yu didn't cause trouble, I just want to talk to you about Han Yu's character and his...um..." Teacher Luo didn't know how to word it, so he had to change it to continue, "I think Let's talk to you and get to know this kid better, after all, we are teachers for his own good."

Teacher Luo said it more implicitly, but Du Ruo was not stupid, and could understand the meaning. After a moment of silence, he replied, "Teacher, see, when the time is convenient, I will come here when I find time in the next few days."