The weekend passed in a blink of an eye, and after a two-day break, the students didn't take much care of themselves, and they kept talking during their early self-study sessions.
Fengcheng Twelve Middle School is said to be the Twelve Middle School, but it is actually a private school. Because it was the twelfth high school in the city when it was established, it is habitually called the Twelve Middle School.
Nowadays, the management of these private schools seems to have a tendency to go in two directions. Some are extremely strict, claiming to be militarized management, paying close attention to students’ grades, while some have a very relaxed learning atmosphere. Students come to the school with ease. loose home.
Fengcheng No. 12 Middle School is obviously the latter. When Shu Xiaoyun chose this school, it was because the pressure of study was low and it would not put too much burden on Shumanman's body. As for her daughter's grades, she did not have high requirements, as long as she was healthy Kang, just be happy.
Schumann is very sensible. No one presses her to study, and she can be conscious of herself. Her grades have always been in the top five in the class. Jiang Rui has so much experience in the past, and it is relatively easy to maintain her grades.
The front and back tables were chattering all the time. On their table, she read carefully and Yan Zhaoan slept quietly.
It's strange to see that Yan Zhao is in school and sleeps every day, but he can't be late or leave early every day, and come to school on time to check in. Apart from not listening to lectures in class, he is more disciplined than ordinary students. At least he doesn't. speech.
Moreover, he slept like this, and his grades were not at the bottom. He had been hovering in the middle, middle and lower reaches of the class. Before Jiang Rui came to this position, his grades could rank first in the back two rows.
When the bell rang for the early self-study get out of class, Jiang Rui put away the Chinese and English books and took out the textbooks for the first class.
At the same time, Yan Zhao woke up on time with the bell for the end of get out of class. He slept with his face on his side, and half of his face was pressed against the sleeve of his clothes. The folds of the cuff just left a red mark on his face, extending from the corner of his eyes to the corner of his mouth. It looks kind of funny.
Jiang Rui inadvertently glanced sideways and saw him frowning, looking a little fierce and temperamental, but such a momentum was greatly discounted by the red mark on his face, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Probably hearing her laughter, Yan Zhao turned to look at her.
The smile at the corner of Jiang Rui's eyes was still there, and the gaze that fell on him was not taken back, and the original snickering was caught.
Yan Zhao frowned, "What are you laughing at?"
After being at the same table for a week, we met again by accident on the weekend. It seemed that the two of them became familiar with each other. Originally, he seldom took the initiative to talk to her.
Jiang Rui didn't answer, she pulled out a small round mirror from her schoolbag and handed it to him, "Look at it for yourself."
Yan Zhao glanced at it and rubbed his face hard.
"Don't rub, your whole face is red, it will go away after a while." Jiang Rui said.
Yan Zhao snorted, shook his head, saw her put the mirror back in her schoolbag, remembered that she had taken out biscuits, sugar, tissues, lip balm from her schoolbag before... He didn't pay attention to it, he just saw it accidentally. With so many, I can't help but wonder how much stuff can fit in a girl's schoolbag
Those ears... are they in there
Because of his childhood experiences, he has always kept women at a distance, so he never noticed that girls can wear that kind of thing, and it looks so, so...
He didn't know how to describe that feeling, but when he saw her at close range on the street that day, he felt that all the hairs on his body had exploded, and he had to grit his teeth so he could resist stepping forward to touch her, or not What an even stranger move.
Later, after hearing Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong talk about it, he realized that it was cute.
After returning home, he found a lot of pictures and videos on the Internet. In addition to rabbit ears, the girls in them also had cat ears, small deer antlers, and calf horns. Looking at a group of people's barrage is so cute and cute, but there is no fluctuation in my heart.
Is it because I didn't see a real person face to face, so I didn't feel anything? Yan Zhao frowned and thought, his eyes unconsciously moved to Jiang Rui's face.
Jiang Rui was looking down to sort out the items in the small grid of her schoolbag, and pulled out a nougat from it. Seeing that it had not expired or melted, she peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into her mouth, her pink cheeks suddenly bulging.
The light shines in from one side, and the profile of her profile looks soft and warm in the morning light, her skin is almost translucent, and there are some tiny fluff on her face. Because of the sugar, her cheeks are bulging from time to time, like A furry little animal is eating.
Yan Zhao suddenly gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He found that even if he didn't have the pair of ears, he wanted to knead it now.
This kind of thinking is wrong. He has been pinched in the face since he was a child, and he doesn't like the feeling, and even feels disgusted.
It's wrong to pinch people, how could he have the idea of pinch people
Yan Zhao stood up and walked out, and decided to wash his face to wake up.
Not long after, he saw him come back with a wet head, and his school uniform jacket was half wet.
"Hahaha... Brother Zhao, you won't fall into the toilet, right?" Lin Hang teased.
Yan Zhao stared at him, "Do you want to drop the toilet?"
Lin Hang hurriedly said, "Just kidding, kidding."
"Shit, let you talk cheap." Wang Xiaodong gloated.
Lin Hang hooked his head in his arm, pressed down hard, and said viciously, "I can't beat Brother Zhao, but I can't beat you?"
"You, you... have the ability to fight one-on-one!" Wang Xiaodong struggled and said in a muffled voice.
The two didn't pay attention to the severity when they were playing, and the table was pushed forward violently, just in time for Jiang Rui's arm to rest on the back of the chair and bumped hard.
"Hey—" She immediately covered her elbows, her hands going numb.
Yan Zhao frowned, stretched out his hand to block the two tables, pushed back with force, and pushed the table and the two people behind the table back a lot. The feet of the table rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.
Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong stopped after realizing it, seeing most of the class looking over and scratching their heads, "What's the matter, Brother Zhao?"
"I bumped into someone." Yan Zhao's tone was bad.
Only then did the two notice Jiang Rui's hand and hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
"It's alright," Jiang Rui slowly came over and shook her head, "it's just a little numb." She retracted her arm, wanting to see what was going on at the tip of her elbow, but because the arm couldn't be twisted, she could only vaguely see the surrounding redness .
The other three saw it clearly. Although the skin was not broken, the tip of her elbow was very red, and there was a little blood under the skin. Because of the white skin, it was particularly dazzling.
Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong felt even more guilty, "I'm sorry! I'll go buy medicine now."
"No need," Jiang Rui said quickly, "and there is no blood."
Yan Zhao glanced at him and said, "For subcutaneous bleeding, use an ice pack to stop the bleeding first, and then rub the bruises away tomorrow."
"I'm going to buy ice water!" Lin Hang felt sorry and volunteered.
"I'm going too!" Wang Xiaodong quickly followed.
The remaining two faced each other, Jiang Rui blinked and said with a smile, "You know so much."
Yan Zhao just hummed and didn't speak. Because of his bad temper, some people will look at him when he is a little older, so his experience is all from fighting, and there is nothing to show off.
Jiang Rui applied ice to her elbow for a class, and it didn't look very red. She went back overnight. When she came the next day, the red mark turned into a bruise, and it looked more sinister than the day before.
Her right hand was facing Yan Zhao when she sat down, and it happened to be the right hand that was injured. He stared at the bruise for a while, "need to rub it away."
Jiang Rui smiled embarrassedly, "I tried rubbing it in the morning, but it hurt a little, so I didn't dare to rub it."
"It won't be good if you don't knead it."
"Yes, but it's better to slow down, it's okay." Jiang Rui snorted haha.
Having said that, when the bruise dangled in front of Yan Zhao all morning, he frowned again and said, "I'll rub it for you." If he didn't rub it away, he looked uncomfortable.
"Well... no need?" Jiang Rui tried to refuse.
Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong looked at her with sympathy, thinking that when they fought with Brother Zhao and his nose was bruised, he threw a bottle of safflower oil and let them rub away the bruises on their bodies. Fierce Baba wanted to beat someone, and they both suspected that Brother Zhao had an obsessive-compulsive disorder with invisible bruises
Now good students at least don't have to knead it by themselves, and the treatment is better than them. However, thinking of Brother Zhao's strength, this kind of treatment doesn't seem to be gratifying.
Just when Jiang Rui was still refusing, Yan Zhao had already rubbed both of his palms warm, and then placed one hand on the inside of her elbow with a cautious attitude, and the other hand covered the bruise. superior.
"It hurts..." Jiang Rui's hand trembled.
"I haven't tried hard yet." Yan Zhao frowned at her.
Jiang Rui said pitifully, "But it really hurts."
Yan Zhao was silent for a while, and most of the strength he was going to exert was relieved.
Even so, Jiang Rui was rubbed into tears.
When Yan Zhao let go of his hand, he looked at the bruise that was still very obvious because he didn't exert himself, and his unpleasant color was beyond words.
He did not feel happy when he saw the bruise. If he had it on his body, it would be a masochistic pain. It's like a piece of meat stuck between your teeth, but you can't find a toothpick anywhere.
Of course he can forcefully rub it away. In terms of strength, she is not as good as half of his hand, but...
Gee, squeamish.
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