The voice of the book was loud, and Yan Zhao had been lying on the table throughout the morning self-study, but Jiang Rui knew that he was not asleep.
She didn't take the initiative to talk to him, she read the ancient poems and English words that she needed to recite several times, and took out the lessons she was going to take today to preview.
Twenty minutes later, the early reading was over, and a few condescending boys in the back row came over immediately, all grinning.
"Brother Zhao, you are so lucky."
"That's right, envy us to death!"
"Are you going to invite dinner to celebrate at noon?"
When they were talking, they glanced at Jiang Rui ambiguously, she just lowered her head and pretended to be reading a book.
These boys may not have any malicious intentions, they are just bored, they love to join in the fun, they love to coax, and they always want to do something to attract attention.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Zhao threw off the book irritably, pushed a few people away, and walked outside the classroom.
The boys pushed and shoved behind them, and when they got out of the corridor, they lined up against the railings and looked back at Jiang Rui from time to time, probably still talking about it.
Only Yan Zhao didn't look back, his slender back showed impatience and irritability.
"These people are really annoying." Zhang Jiajia came to Jiang Rui and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Don't worry about them." Jiang Rui took out a small box of delicate cakes from her schoolbag. "This is a new variety made by my mother. Would you like to help me taste it?"
"Of course I do." Zhang Jiajia hurriedly took it over, "I like Auntie's new product the most, you wait, when I finish eating, I will write you a five-hundred-word aftertaste."
Jiang Rui smiled and said: "You don't need five hundred words, as long as you have two hundred words, you can choose another dessert in the store for free."
"Really wow? You can't lie to me!"
"Don't lie to you." Jiang Rui said with a smile.
Zhang Jiajia has a good family background and loves all kinds of food. From snacks to adults, she has a particularly picky tongue, and the taste is in line with the little girl's preferences. The snack shops near the school are very popular, and they are picked by her. If something goes wrong, either business is not good or not, or it closes soon.
In Jiang Rui's opinion, it is worthwhile to exchange a dessert for her two-hundred-word evaluation.
There were only ten minutes between classes. After the preparation bell rang, Zhang Jiajia returned to her seat with a small cake, and Yan Zhao entered the classroom after the second bell rang.
There are four groups of desks in the class, each group has six rows, and those who volunteer to sit in the back one or two rows are either too tall, or they don’t like reading very much, and want to sleep in a desertion. Jiang Rui’s body is not tall, and she is white Sitting there upright, it was a bit conspicuous.
As soon as Yan Zhao sat down, he smelled a sweet smell of milk. The boys around him always had the stench of sweat. It goes without saying who the smell of milk came from.
He frowned, as if unbearable, and tutted in his heart.
The first class is the class teacher's class. After he came in, he saw the new seating arrangement in the class. Names are written on paper by seat.
The classmates in the front row passed the paper to Yan Zhao. He took the pen and wrote down his name. He pushed the paper with two fingers, just so that it flew over the middle of the table and landed on Jiang Rui's table.
"Thank you." Jiang Rui said.
Yan Zhao didn't speak, frowned and pouted.
Jiang Rui found that from the beginning to the present, his frowning brows had not loosened. He was clearly only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was still a young man. He's so cool, so special.
She wrote down Shumanman's name, and the three words were graceful and graceful, in sharp contrast to the two words of Yan Zhao, who were beside him.
The paper passed to the back, and there was another whisper.
"I'll go, Brother Zhao, look, what is the gap? This is the gap!"
"The characters of good students are as standard as textbooks, and Brother Zhao's is the standard of me and other assholes, hee hee hee..."
The two boys in the back talked a lot, and when they sang and harmonized, Yan Zhao became impatient and turned to look at the two of them dangerously.
The two boys quickly raised their hands to beg for mercy, "I was wrong, Brother Zhao, I was wrong, you don't care about villains, don't have the same knowledge as me."
In fact, Jiang Rui saw that Yan Zhao's handwriting was not bad, with clear edges and corners, sharp strokes, just like him, showing an arrogant momentum, unlike other boys of this age, whose handwriting was scribbled and soft like he had no skeleton. Their words are too exaggerated.
"I think your handwriting looks better," she whispered suddenly.
Yan Zhao turned his head to look at her, with the fierceness that threatened people just now on his face.
Jiang Rui held the pen and whispered nervously, "Really, I don't like my calligraphy. I've wanted to learn from you since I was a child. It's very smooth and handsome."
Yan Zhao frowned, and the more he tightened it, others thought he was going to get angry, but he just snorted impatiently, and lay down on the table again.
The second session is English. Today I teach a new class. After reading the text with the recording, the teacher asks two people at the same table to read aloud in different roles.
Jiang Rui glanced at the swirl of hair on Yan Zhao's head, did not wake anyone up, but read in a low voice.
Halfway through reading, he suddenly raised his head and said to one of the boys who were gossiping at the back table, "Wang Xiaodong, you read to her."
Jiang Rui and the two boys were stunned for a moment. Wang Xiaodong quickly said, "Brother Zhao, let Lin Hang come."
"Don't talk nonsense, let you study." Yan Zhao's tone was bad.
Lin Hang gloated on the side, "That is, Brother Zhao asked you to study, why are you talking so much? No good student dislikes you!"
Wang Xiaodong kicked him under the table and said to Jiang Rui with a bitter face, "Good student, let's start."
Jiang Rui pursed her lower lip and whispered, "Can you guys call me my name? My name is Schumanman."
Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong looked at each other and said with a grin: "Of course we know what your name is, it's just to say it smoothly, don't mind."
"That's right, we are actually praising you, and we are particularly envious of your achievements." Wang Xiaodong added.
Seeing that he had to say more, Yan Zhao said impatiently, "Can you read it?"
"Read reading..." Wang Xiaodong nodded quickly.
Jiang Rui looked at Yan Zhao and said softly, "Thank you."
Yan Zhao didn't see any response, turned his head and went back to sleep.
Lin Hang was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, "Why Xie Zhao, he doesn't read with you."
Jiang Rui smiled, "But he found a partner for me."
"Tsk tsk..." Lin Hang shook his head and sighed, "As expected, he is a good student in the front row, and he is polite."
Jiang Rui stopped talking and read aloud to Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong and Lin Hang talked a lot, and they were a little familiar with each other. After the English class was over, they were more familiar with Jiang Rui than Yan Zhao at the same table.
After two classes, I have to go to the playground to do exercises. Although it is early summer, the power of the sun in the morning cannot be underestimated. After 20 minutes of sun exposure on the playground, the students are sweating profusely. I went into the canteen to buy drinks, and when I returned to the classroom, I even turned on the fan to the highest level.
Jiang Rui's whole body was still fresh and refreshing, and she didn't sweat at all. She took out the thermos cup from her schoolbag and sipped the red date juice made by Shu Xiaoyun.
"It's so fragrant, Shumanman, what are you drinking?" Lin Hang stretched his neck and looked around.
"Red jujube juice." Jiang Rui gave him a look, then smiled and said, "My mother made it."
Wang Xiaodong said, "I seem to have heard from those girls that your mother is very good at making cakes?"
"I can make a little dessert. My mother opened a small dessert shop."
"Amazing, my mother can fry the kitchen even if she cooks porridge." Lin Hang praised.
"Compared to your family, there is a chef at home and a driver when you go out. You are simply a local tyrant." Wang Xiaodong patted him.
"Why don't you dare to say that Brother Zhao is a local tyrant?" Lin Hang was not convinced.
"Don't you dare?" Wang Xiaodong retorted, and asked Jiang Rui: "Where is the dessert shop? You should publicize it in your class and let everyone take care of your family's business."
Jiang Rui just wanted to help Shu Xiaoyun with some business, so she gave an address embarrassedly, "It's a very small shop, by the way, I also brought snowflake cakes made by my mother."
She took out another tin box from her schoolbag and opened it. The snowflakes inside were wrapped in translucent sugar paper, and you could see the rich fillings in the cross section. "I don't know if it suits your taste."
Boys of this age generally don't like sweet things, but everyone gives them away, and they have to try it no matter what.
The two opened the wrapping paper and threw the sugar in their mouths. Unexpectedly, the entrance was not as sweet and greasy as imagined, but a strong milky fragrance. It was neither soft nor hard when bitten, just the right toughness. And chewy, chew a few more times, you can also taste the sweet and sour cranberries, salty biscuits and crisp nuts, the more you eat, the more fragrant and the more delicious you are.
Wang Xiaodong gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious, I remember the address of your store."
Jiang Rui smiled, glanced at the position beside him, and said hesitantly, "Yan Zhao doesn't know whether to eat or not..."
When I finished the exercise just now, I didn't see Yan Zhao's figure.
Lin Hang chewed the snowflake cake, his cheeks bulged, and his voice was vague: "I have never seen Brother Zhao eat snacks."
Wang Xiaodong said: "I think if you invite Brother Zhao to eat, he will not refuse. Even though Brother Zhao is fierce, in fact, he is not bad."
Jiang Rui nodded. Of course she knew that Yan Zhao was not a bad person. How could a really bad and fierce person be unwilling to be at the same table with her? Who cares if there are opponents reading aloud in her English class
When she saw him, she actually found it quite interesting. He looked so fierce and irritable, but it always reminded her of the little leopard with fried fur.
She put three snowflakes on Yan Zhao's table, lined up neatly.
When Yan Zhao rang the bell as usual, he stepped into the classroom on the bell. When he saw something on his desk, he frowned, thinking that it was sent by some boring girl, and he would sweep it into the trash can.
Jiang Rui looked at him nervously, and said a little nervously: "This is the snowflake cake my mother made, and I want to invite you to taste it."
Yan Zhao swung his hand halfway, paused after hearing the words, turned a corner in the air, drew an exaggerated arc, and finally inserted it into his trousers pocket.
"Oh."
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Lao Liu: Young Master is not uncommon. (Put it in pocket)