You should know thats not right! Before school was dismissed, the class teacher Fan Huiying said: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the mid-term exams. As students of Class 1, your results will be closely watched by other classes... I wont say much about this, other subject teachers have also given instructions. I just want to remind you about the English exam, almost all questions are multiple-choice, so please pay attention when filling out the answer sheet to avoid mistakes..."

  She seriously mentioned many precautions before saying to Class Monitor Guan Xiaoye, "At the end of school, arrange classmates to clean up and post admission ticket numbers."

  Because we need to change classrooms, the desks in the classroom also need to be rearranged.

  There were only thirty people in the examination room, and almost half of the desks had to be moved to an empty classroom upstairs.

  Guan Xiaoye walked over with a stern face and her backpack on: "This time its the turn of the eight students in Group 5 to tidy up their seats. You all pay attention when school is dismissed."

  She handed the exam admission ticket sticker to Fu Wenfei: "You take this one, Im going home to study."

  "Some members of our group have taken personal leave."

  "That cant be helped, let others share the burden. Or you see if others are willing to help."

  Fu Wenfei was a handsome boy and also the vice class monitor. His grades were much better than Guan Xiaoyes. He nodded slightly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes towards Guan Xiaoye.

  Guan Xiaoye is a petite and thin girl who looks like she just walked out of a book from the Republic of China era. She doesnt look very good, but after becoming the class monitor, she likes to give orders and instructions.

  Fen Wenfei was a boy who had many grievances in his heart.

  When most of the classmates had left after class, he asked the fifth group to clean up. There was a classmate in their group who was on sick leave, and cleaning the classroom and moving desks was originally hard work, so naturally the other classmates were not willing to help.

  There were seven people left, and Meng Ting was among them.

  There are also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Meng Tings deskmate Hong Hui.

  Several people had to move the tables upstairs first. Cop Zhao Nuanju frowned: "My god, listen, there are thirty tables in total, and we have seven people moving them. At least each of us has to move four tables from the second floor to the fifth floor, just thinking about it is driving me crazy."

  The desks in Class Seven were made of heavy wood and some of them had lost their varnish that year, with blotches here and there, looking very ugly.

  Meng Ting also felt a bit worried, and she comfortingly smiled at Zhao Nuanxiang: "Its okay, take your time."

  A group of people had just finished sweeping and dust was flying everywhere. Zhao Nuanju and Meng Ting came to fetch a watering can to sprinkle water.

  Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times, fanned herself with her hand, and suddenly pulled Meng Tings ear very brightly.

  Meng Ting turned his head back and Liu Xiao Yi excitedly said: "Meng Ting, look outside, isnt that Fu Wen Fei and Shen Yu Qing?"

  Fu Wenfei and Guan Xiaoye, who was facing a dead end, were not the same. His clear face was filled with blushes, he came back to take his laptop out and handed it over to Shen Yuqing.

  Shen Yuqin smiled brightly like a flower, and didnt know what she said, but Fu Wenfeis face turned bright red.

  Liu Xiaoyi said with a smile, "Shen Yuqing is really charming, she even won over our classs bookworm. Fu Wenfei isnt usually so easy to get along with. But wasnt Shen Yuqings ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? Just the other day she was still stuck on him, and now shes already gotten together with Fu Wenfei."

  Meng listened with a smile and shook his head, the big move of desks in class had already begun.

  Each girl had to move four tables.

  Liu Xiaoyi thought of this and didnt even have the mind to gossip. She resignedly picked up a table and stumbled upstairs.

  The wooden table was heavy, and Meng Li was panting with exhaustion after moving it back and forth.

  His deskmate, Hong Hui, also looked unwell, it was too heavy, and they still had to go up to the fifth floor. The boy felt particularly exhausted and couldnt help but complain about the group member who was absent.

  Zhao Nuan was sulking and didnt want to move the table, but there wasnt any rule that said men had to take care of women. There were too many chores, so everyone could only work together.

  It was mid-November, forty minutes after school had let out at No. 7 Middle School. The campus was quiet except for the occasional bird calls, crisp and pleasant. The ginkgo trees had turned yellow, and a few leaves floated gently to the ground.

  Meng Ting moved the table up for the second time and when he put it down and caught his breath, he saw an unexpected person.

  Jiang Ren lazily leaned against the corridor of the third floor smoking.

  The wind blew through his silver hair, carrying a faint scent of smoke in the air.

  Meng Ting didnt know why he was here, so she pretended not to see him. She struggled to lift the table and continued to move upwards.

  She has a slender figure, with a kind of pitiful frailty.

  He couldnt help but smile, extinguished the cigarette butt and casually threw it into the trash can. Then he walked a few steps to her front, single-handedly easily took over the heavy wooden table, Meng Tings hand suddenly felt light.

  "Where are we moving to?"

  He shouldered the table with a relaxed expression, as if it had no weight.

  The young man with silver hair spoke loudly, with a somewhat arrogant tone: "Speak up, good student."

  Meng Ting had a few anxious thoughts: "Ill go myself."

  Jiang Ren furrowed his brow: "Be honest with me, I see youve gone up to the fifth floor, havent you?"

  Someone elses legs are long, carrying a table like holding a plastic bag, walking upstairs with ease.

  Meng Ting followed behind him.

  There was a faint smell of smoke on him. Due to his irascibility, it was difficult for him to quit smoking. Whenever he had mood swings, he would smoke to calm down.

  Meng Ting didnt know how Jiang Ren would end up moving a table for her. If someone saw them, she wouldnt be able to explain it even if she had eight mouths.

  When they reached the fifth floor, Jiang stopped and put down the table. The gentle breeze blew through her hair, Meng heard that he didnt say a word and had already moved everything up, so she softly said: "Thank you."

  She wanted to move into 508 herself, but before she could bend down, Jiang Nian sneered: "Men do the work, women watch. Go aside."

  Hes clever and even though Meng cant speak or listen, he figured it out by looking at the empty tables piled up in which room.

  Jiang Ren moved one away, her breathing didnt become disordered, and asked her: "How many more are there?"

  Meng Ting felt a little nervous, she would rather move herself.

  Can Jiang Nian stay away from her for a bit?

  She didnt speak, afraid of being seen, turned around and thought about going downstairs.

  Jiang endured the humiliation and smiled.

  Damn it, you dont know whats good for you.

  He grasped her wrist, his palm wrapping around her slender and soft wrist.

  "Afraid of being seen? Fine, I wont go to your class anymore. Ill wait for you at the staircase on the second floor, you move over there."

  He slightly raised his chin and pointed Meng to another road. From there, although its a bit far, classmates in the class wont bump into each other.

  "Let me go, I can move it myself." Meng Tings face turned red with a mix of shame and anger.

  The gentle breeze of November lightly caressed her forehead, and her soft white face glowed with a faint cherry blossom color.

  He smiled, quite unreasonable: "Dont mess with me, Ill be waiting for you there. If you dont come, Ill go to your class to find you."

  Meng Ting was so angry she cried. She didnt do anything or provoke him at all.

  Meng Ting met Hong Hui when he went downstairs. Hong Huis face was pale, and he put down the table heavily, rubbed his eyes, panted heavily, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

  Take a few steps and pant a few breaths, panting like pulling a bellows.

  Zhao Nuanju followed behind him, saw Meng Ting, and cried with a sad face: "Im going to die! Im going to die! There are still two tables left. This is simply inhuman work. My legs are trembling. Are you okay?"

  Meng Ting: "......"

  She went to the classroom and moved out the desk, turned her head and saw Jiang Rens figure at another staircase.

  Meng turned his head back, in the classroom, vice class monitor Fu Wenfei was chatting and laughing with Shen Yuhua, Shen Yuhua sat at the edge of Fu Wenfeis desk, flipping through his notes.

  Jiang Ren isnt joking, if she doesnt go, he really will come.

  If he comes...

  Tomorrow, school will spread rumors about Shen Yuqing, Jiang Ren, Fu Wenfei... and some messy things about myself.

  Meng Ting gritted her teeth and had no choice but to move the table to the stairs.

  Go ahead and move if you want, exhaust yourself, you unreasonable bastard.

  Jiang Ren let out a soft laugh and effortlessly carried the table away.

  The young man has plenty of energy.

  When he finished moving both, his face didnt change. Zhao Nuan and the others hadnt returned yet, the air was refreshing, on the balcony a black ant busily moved forward.

  Meng Ting sat on the stairs, his hands resting on his knees, feeling both ashamed and humiliated.

  Her classmates were working hard, while she...

  Jiang Ren stood in front of her: "Anything else?"

  Meng Ting shook her head, she raised her eyes and thought youd better leave quickly. The corners of his mouth rose: "How can I thank you, good student."

  Meng Ting thought he was shameless.

  "I didnt ask you to move it, I can do it myself."

  His eyebrows sank, and his sharp eyes gave off a fierce aura: "What, dont you admit it?"

  She thought of Jiang Ren who was chasing after her car and feared he would hit her.

  He was unreasonable from the start.

  Meng Ting stretched out his hand and touched into his own pocket.

  Then she took out a five-yuan note and said softly, "Ill treat you to a drink of water." She had always been very poor, with only this five yuan on her.

  He looked down at the five dollars with lowered eyes.

  The hand holding it was very beautiful, slender and fair, with faintly visible pale blue veins. It seemed so fragile that he could pinch it to death.

  "Are you trying to get rid of me with just five bucks?"

  Meng Ting felt a bit wronged.

  Five yuan is a lot, it can buy five one-yuan ice creams in a year. You can also eat a portion of dumplings.