As soon as Boss Zhao put away his phone and looked up, he heard the man eating the Bawang meal seriously say, "Tear up the ticket."
The boss was happy: "That won't work, I'm a small business, and I can't afford to tear this vote."
Sheng Wang raised his head, "Ah—" with a long sigh, and squatted on the ground with his head folded.
He is not willing to go out to sunbathe, his skin is as white as Jiang Tian's, but if there is a little blood, it is very obvious. The boss saw that the back of his neck and the tips of his ears were all red, and he wanted to laugh even more: "Hey, what about it?"
Sheng Wang let out a snort, and said angrily, "I'm thin-skinned."
It's a pity that the crabs and the like didn't hear this, or he would have to slap him hard.
When this handsome guy is thick-skinned, no one can match him, and if he needs to, he can make a fool of himself without changing his face. But the frequency of his embarrassment these two days is indeed a bit high.
After thinking about it, I still blame Jiang Tian.
During those ten minutes that seemed like a century, Boss Zhao kicked his shoes and said, "It's time to get up, the person who pays the money is here."
Sheng Wang heard the sound and stood up immediately.
He stretched out his head and glanced, and saw Jiang Tian turning from the "Xiu Shen Yuan" path. The glass sensor door opened with a ding-dong. Sheng Wang leaned against the counter and lowered his eyes to pretend to be dignified. The blood on his neck and ears faded as early as he got up, and he pretended to be like that.
"You can really do it." He heard Jiang Tian say.
Sheng Wang looked up at him and laughed dryly: "I was in a hurry to go out, I didn't expect my phone and my brain to end up in the classroom together."
He has always adhered to the tenet of "As long as I admit my mistakes quickly enough, no one has the heart to slap me", and with this very confusing face, he has never turned over the car for many years.
Who knew that Jiang Tian would not eat this set. After listening to his sincere self-deprecation, Jiang Tian said bitterly: "I didn't expect that I would have to be responsible for picking up and dropping off other people's meals."
Sheng Wang: "… "
He opened his mouth and wanted to go back, but saw Jiang Tian pass him and stand in front of the cashier to scan the code to pay. He was also wearing a school uniform with his sleeves rolled up so high that he seemed to have long arms and legs.
Boss Zhao asked him, "Do you want anything else?"
He glanced at Sheng Wang.
Sheng Wang: "?"
He was taller than Sheng Wang, and he didn't feel anything when sitting in the classroom, but standing so close, especially when his eyes swept down from the end of his eyes, the difference of a few centimeters became particularly obvious.
Jiang Tian looked impatient: "I asked if you still took things."
Sheng Wang thought for a while, moved to the freezer next to him, reached out and grabbed two bottles of water and placed them on the counter respectfully: "Thank you."
Jiang Tian: "…"
Xile convenience store is quite far from their teaching building, it takes 10 minutes to walk. Jiang Tian glanced at the time, put the phone in his pocket, and walked unhurriedly.
Sheng Wang didn't react for a while, and followed him to Mingli Building calmly.
As soon as I entered the classroom, I stared at the math teacher.
The math teacher's surname is Wu, the middle-aged bald man who called Jiang Tian to talk in the last evening self-study.
The lunch break in the second year of high school attached to the middle school is one and a half hours in total—the first half an hour to eat, the second half an hour to take a nap, and the half hour in between is owned by Lao Wu. He comes over at noon every day to hand out practice papers, specializing in additional math problems, which can be done in 30 minutes. Just accept.
Old Wu glanced at the wall clock on the back wall of the classroom and asked Sheng Wang, "There are 15 minutes left, are you going to start an uprising or something?"
"Grass, I forgot." Sheng Wang said subconsciously with a confused face.
"Cao forget I don't know, I only know that you are probably too late." Lao Wu spoke with an accent, every sentence was like a slow play, he also stretched out his index finger and gave Sheng a look from the air, the audio-visual effect is really Absolutely.
The whole class burst into laughter.
Sheng Wang held the water in one hand and covered his face with the other, and rolled back to his seat. The bastard Jiang Tian followed behind him still unhurriedly.
"You did it on purpose?" He sat down and turned to stare at each other.
Under his gaze, Jiang Tian pointed to the top with his pen.
Sheng Wang followed the pen and looked over, and the wall clock moved another two cells, with 13 minutes left.
my day.
Sheng's writing is ugly but fast, but math is not copying texts after all.
As soon as the bell rang, Old Wu clapped his hands to stop, and let the last classmate move forward.
Jiang Tian stood in front of Sheng Wang with his paper in hand, waited for him for five seconds, watched him struggling to finish the last number of the question, and then mercilessly pulled the torn paper away.
"Wait." Sheng Wang said with a serious face.
Jiang Tian stopped for a while, thinking he had something serious to do. As a result, this guy stretched out his claws and came to pick up his papers, muttering in his mouth: "In order to trick me, you are really cruel, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-destructing eight hundred, I want to see how many questions you can write in 13 minutes. "
The result of the grilling was disappointing, and Jiang Tian's pervert was actually finished.
"Are you hanging up?" Sheng Wang couldn't help saying.
Probably because his expression was too sluggish, Jiang Tian smiled while holding Gao Tianyang's paper, but it was too short and it was hard to tell whether it was a mockery or not.
Old Wu completed another vegetable abuse operation, and walked away contentedly with the practice paper.
The rest of the classmates packed up their pen and paper, swept out a blank space on the desktop, and got down to sleep. They have long adapted to this time distribution, almost forming a biological clock, and some people snored lightly as soon as they lay down.
Sheng Wang tapped on the back table sideways, his voice soft like claw scratching.
Jiang Tian was putting the pencil case on the table, and when he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
"Give me a WeChat ID." Sheng Wang whispered.
Jiang Tian: "?"
"Repay the money." Sheng Wang explained immediately, he paused for a moment before adding: "Or you can give an Alipay account number, you can pick one, hurry up."
Jiang Tian looked at his open palm and didn't speak, as if thinking about which one would be more suitable.
Waiting for any reason can give the illusion of being uneasy. Sheng Wang's palm spread out on his table for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the wall clock again, and moved his fingers to urge: "Come on, I have to sleep."
Jiang Tian took out his pen again and wrote a series of numbers, and patted the sticky note paper in his palm.
Sheng Wang let out a "tsk" and mumbled, "It's stuck on my hand."
He turned around and took off the sticky note. The string of numbers looked like a mobile phone number, and WeChat and Alipay could be used.
Sheng Wang pouted. He lied down with the other classmates, his forehead resting on the table, while his hands were fiddling with the phone in the table.
He hesitated between the two icons, clicked on WeChat and searched for the string of mobile phone numbers.
The next second, the search results popped up on the interface.
This person's WeChat nickname has only one full stop, and he is cold and perfunctory, and at first glance it is Jiang Tian himself. However, his avatar is not so cold. It is a cat lying on the courtyard wall and looking down at people.
Sheng Wang raised his eyebrows and clicked to add friends.
He waited for about two minutes, but before the result of the other party's passing, he couldn't help but turn his head to see that the bastard was already asleep on his stomach.
Jiang Tian sleeps in a very fixed position, always wrapping his right hand behind his head, his slender fingers naturally bent and resting on the back of his neck.
Most of the classmates have slept, and the rest are confused. The sound of breathing and the slight snoring in the classroom were out of sync, mixed with the low humming of the air conditioner, not silent, but quieter than anything else.
This quiet environment is easy to make people dazed, Sheng Wang watched Jiang Tian's fingers walk for a while, and suddenly found a scar on the back of his neck.
That should be a trace left a long time ago, a round piece, the skin in that place is not smooth, as if it was burned out by something. And his drooping fingers were just in the way.
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, and immediately retracted his gaze.
He knocked his forehead back to the table again, played with his mobile phone for a while, then opened Alipay before going to bed, lost Jiang Tian's mobile phone number again, and transferred the money for lunch and two bottles of water.
Just after the turn, there was a "hum" sound from the table behind.
Sheng Wang: "… "
He turned back with a stiff neck, and found that Jiang Tian was not awake, and he was relieved. He took a bottle out of the two bottles of water on the belly of the table, put it on Jiang Tian's hand, and then leaned back on the table lightly, scolding a silly xapp in a low voice.
I don't know why, but for most of the day after that, Jiang Tian's scalded scar would always flash across Sheng Wang's mind, which obviously had nothing to do with him.
It wasn't until I lay back on the big bed in the bedroom at night that the scene was briefly chased away by other things—
At that time, he was clutching his mobile phone, trying to play a game against the clock before going to bed. The phone vibrated suddenly, and his fingers were numb.
The notification bar above shows that there is a new message on WeChat.
It's past two in the middle of the night, which ghost who doesn't sleep sends him WeChat messages? Crabs don't work like this, eh
Sheng Wang was puzzled and opened WeChat, and found that the notification was not because someone spoke, but because someone passed his friend request.
There is one more person at the top of the dialog box, and the interface displays "You and. have become friends, you can start chatting".