In the front of the classroom, Song Sirui did not know what nonsense to provoke a large group of people. Gao Tianyang took the lead and pressed him on the table, even the neck strap and scratched his waist, and finally pressed Song Sirui's back one by one, almost crushing him.
Li Yu couldn't understand this stupid game, and laughed non-stop while shaking his head. Little Pepper was booing next to him, took out his mobile phone, recorded the whole process in a movie-making manner, and moved the mirror in a proper manner.
Song Sirui blushed and had a thick neck, struggling to write out: "I'm so fucking wrong, can't I?!"
"I'm dying, help—"
"Are you sick!"
…
The classroom was full of noise, but Sheng Wang could only hear Jiang Tian's words clearly.
He thought for a while and said, "I am a very temperamental person, with a very small mind and a very long temper."
Jiang Tian's upper body leaned forward slightly, holding a pen between his fingers, his eyes drooped slightly when he listened to him, and his fingers twisted the ends of the black pen and slowly turned.
He nodded and replied, "Well. So what?"
So if you ask me to open it, I will open it, so am I very shameless
Sheng Wang's feet on the table bar loosened, and the chair with its front legs upright fell back to the ground, and his back no longer touched the edge of Jiang Tian's table.
He threw the useless physics book back to the table, and was about to open his mouth to speak when Gao Tianyang came back triumphantly and asked him from afar, "Brother Sheng! What's so happy about it?"
Sheng Wang: "Fuck your fart."
Gao Tianyang: "???"
He didn't understand how he farted when he asked "happy", all he saw was Jiang Tian hunched over his shoulders behind him and laughed.
Young Master Sheng's face is very valuable, even if he loses it, it can't be now. So he forced an afternoon plus three evening self-study sessions, and stayed up until the dead of night.
He was calculating the last physics problem when the mobile phone at the table suddenly vibrated three times in a row, and several WeChat messages came.
Usually only Jiang Tian is still awake at this point, Sheng Wang glanced at the wall behind him subconsciously, and clicked on WeChat. However, it was not the one next door who jumped to the top, but Peng Xie, a former roommate and tablemate.
Octagonal Crab: Brother Sheng, I saw you online! ! !
Octagonal Crab: Sure enough, people take pictures wherever they look so handsome
Octagonal Crab: It's been so long, people are lining up to confess
Sheng Wang was at a loss when he saw it, and poked three punctuations back.
Closing: ? ?
Octagonal Crab: Hey, are you still awake
Closing: Are you awake
Octagonal Crab: Also
Octagonal Crab: Life in Jiangsu is not easy, it actually forced our brother Sheng to stay up late every day
Closing: Forget it
Closed: Kidney Pain
Octagonal Crab: Are you still writing questions? How much work do you have
Sheng Wang casually took a picture of the paper he was making and sent it over.
Closing: The last question, I will sleep if you post it later.
The other side didn't reply immediately, and Sheng Wang didn't wait. He plugged in his earphones and continued counting. After about five minutes, Sheng Wang had just finished writing his last question, when his phone suddenly vibrated again.
Octagonal Crab: I just read the question
Octagonal Crab: Now the world view is a bit broken
Octagonal Crab: I can't even know one? ? ?
Sheng Wang burst out laughing, and replied directly with his voice: "Don't collapse, who usually takes this test. The class here is forced to hold a competition. This is the practice paper that was issued, and I did it stutteringly."
Octagonal Crab: And can't see the knock
Octagonal Crab: It's not you, wait!
Octagonal Crab: Are you still making up your progress? How did you make the competition paper
Sheng Wang sent a particularly begging smile and said, "The progress has been made up."
Octagonal Crab:…
Octagonal Crab: Less than a month? ?
Octagonal Crab: Fuck
Octagonal Crab: I shouldn't have rushed in the middle of the night to find excitement
Speaking of catching up, Sheng Wang remembered his first words and asked, "You just said you saw me online? What do you mean?"
Octagonal Crab: Oh, wait, I'll show you
Then he tossed a screenshot.
In the screenshot is a state of space—a person named "Attached Confession Wall" posted a photo of Shengwang standing on the side of the playground.
It should be after a big break between classes, he was wearing a white T-shirt, with a school uniform jacket draped over his left shoulder, holding a bottle of ice water in one hand, and wiping the corner of his mouth with the other. His temples were wet with sweat, and he was talking to someone with a smile.
Octagonal Crab: You haven't seen the penguin colony for a long time, have you
Octagonal Crab: I saw a few girls in the class at night brushing, saying that their first love flew away, and they were lined up by girls from other schools to confess
Closing:…
Sheng Wang didn't know what to say to him, so he dumped two emoticons that made him laugh or cry, and clicked on the screenshot to look down.
Below that is the reply that is too long to be cut off. Some people queue up to send a little love, some send his name, and some say he is handsome and sassy. There is also a particularly strange focus, saying: Whose hand is in the picture on the left side of the photo? It also feels like a handsome comparison, you can tell by looking at your fingers.
Another person replied to her: Since it is said that it is a handsome ratio, then I blindly guess Jiang Tian.
Sheng Wangxin said that there was no need to guess blindly, it was Jiang Tian.
He zoomed in on the photo. The hand was clean and slender, with a tiny mole next to the protruding wrist bone.
During the summer vacation, I took two physical education classes. The girls in class A hate the sun and always find excuses to stay in the classroom and brush their papers. The boys are active, usually go to the equipment room to get a basketball and play half court, and the teacher will be the referee. Sheng Wang is relatively lazy, but he gives Gao Tianyang a lot of face as a sports committee member. He played on the court twice, but unfortunately he was opposite Jiang Tian.
Jiang Tian wears a wrist guard when he plays, and when dribbling the ball, the small mole is pressed against the edge of the wrist guard, looming as he moves.
Indeed... quite handsome.
The phone buzzed and vibrated again, and Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment before realizing that he actually stared at Jiang Tian's hand for a while.
He quickly retracted his gaze, hurriedly turned off the photo, took two sips of water from the table, and then licked the corner of his lips and looked at WeChat again.
Octagonal Crab sent several more messages, and Sheng Wang swept them away, but he was no longer interested in chatting. He exchanged a few words with Crab, and each said hello and said he was going to sleep.
The crab soon stopped moving, but Sheng Wang had no intention of going to sleep.
He stuffed the completed physics volume back into his bag, and looked up at the time again—1:07am.
Since he caught up with the progress, he didn't have to go to two o'clock every night. Maybe it's because the habit has not been adjusted, he is obviously sleepy, but he always feels that he should do something.
He flipped back and forth in his school bag—the homework had already been done, and the pre-practice of the math, physics and chemistry competition had been done, and the classical Chinese and prose had already been memorized. Would you like to take another look at the words
He thought so in his heart, but he opened WeChat with his finger. He went in and out of the personal information page three times, and finally decided to change his avatar and nickname in the dead of night.
He found a picture of Wang Zai's hand to replace it, and then lost four words in the nickname box: "Opening Daji".
After less than two minutes, someone knocked on the door.
An overhead light was on in the corridor on the second floor, not very bright, casting a halo in front of the two bedrooms. Jiang Tian's washed hair was completely dry, and the warm yellow light hit him, giving him a soft outline.
He raised what was in his hand and said, "Opening ceremony."
"what?"
Sheng Wang took it in puzzlement and opened it to take a look...
Rely on, copybook.
"Are you looking for a fight?" he asked angrily.
Jiang Tian was undecided, he pointed his finger back a little and said, "Or, don't let me take it back."
Sheng Wang pondered for a moment and asked, "Is your calligraphy practiced according to this?"
"Almost." Jiang Tian said.
"Almost what does that mean?"
"It was written twice." Jiang Tian said.
"Can you practice calligraphy by writing it twice?" Sheng Wang said angrily, "Then why don't you tell me you were born."
Jiang Tian actually said "um".
Sheng Wang's eyes were about to come out: "I'm sure, you are here to fight."
Jiang Tian laughed at the bottom of his throat, and said sternly: "Actually, it is very fast to practice."
Sheng Wang didn't quite believe it: "It will be a year sooner, right?"
"Need not."
"Don't fool me." Sheng Wang said solemnly: "I still know this. You may not believe it when I say it. I practiced calligraphy when I was a child, and I was serious—"
He raised two fingers and said, "Two years."
This time Jiang Tian really laughed.
With his wrist against the door frame, he turned his head to laugh for a long time, and his Adam's apple vibrated slightly.
"Laughing fart." Sheng Wang frowned.
Jiang Tian turned back to look at him and asked, "Want to make it fast?"
"Bullshit!" Sheng Wang looked at him suspiciously after finishing speaking: "Don't you... You even know how to practice calligraphy?"
"I can't practice very deeply, but at least I can see it." Jiang Tian said.
Sheng Wang suspected that he was attacking him personally, but his hand was short. For the sake of copybooks, he endured: "It's fine if you can read it, and I don't do calligraphy."
Jiang Tiantan hooked his index finger and said, "Give me a pen."
Sheng Wang pushed him directly into the next room.
The desk here has already been put away, and the chair is empty, but Jiang Tian didn't sit. He took a red pen out of his schoolbag, bent down and circled some words on the copybook.
"Guo, Liao, Xi, Tan, Crow, Oxygen..." Sheng Wang recited a few, but didn't see the pattern.
Jiang Tian turned over ten pages and circled less than 30 characters in total. Then he put down his pen and said, "Just practice these, imitate it a few times a day, and pay more attention to writing, and it's almost the same."
"Really or not?" Sheng Wang was skeptical, "Is there anything special about these words?"
"Full encirclement, half encirclement, top and bottom, left and right structures have been selected." Jiang Tian said: "It's the same as you do the questions, these are well practiced, and the rest are similar."
Sheng Wang glanced around and asked him, "Is there a blank book? I'll try it."
Jiang Tian found a copy for him, and also attached a pen.
"You write it, I'll endorse it." He picked up the upside-down Chinese book on the table and sat on the windowsill like many late nights before.
The night bugs in the white horse alley began to call again, in a thin thread. Sheng Wang was stunned at the table for a while, then pulled out his chair and sat down. He followed the circled words on the copybook and wrote it stroke by stroke.
Five minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shook the notebook in front of Jiang Tian's nose: "Look at it when it's written, I think it's made a lot of progress."
Jiang Tian glanced at it, and the handsome face was paralyzed on the spot.
He stopped reciting the book, put the book back in front of Sheng Wang, bent down and supported himself by the table, and said like a supervisor, "Rewrite."
"… "
Sheng Wang resigned in his heart, feeling that he had returned to kindergarten.
The eldest young master never imagined that he would stay up until half past two because of his calligraphy practice. When the overseer finally nodded, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even find the door.
He didn't remember how he splashed it in the end, he only knew that when he opened his eyes the next morning, he saw the ceiling of Jiang Tian's room.