Teacher Liu was thinking about Jing Ci, and he didn't have a good dinner. He finally endured until the evening self-study in the first quarter, so he carried his huge water bottle and walked quickly to the class.
When he reached the sixth class, he deliberately slowed down, quietly moved to the back door of the seventh class, and looked inside from the rear window.
After looking at it, I was immediately relieved.
Jing Ci sat obediently in his seat, with a copy of "May Three" spread out in front of him, and he was working on it. Although the speed is very fast, it doesn't look like a serious question, but it is good to be willing to write.
Teacher Liu nodded in satisfaction and walked in through the front door.
As soon as he showed up, Class 7, which was originally noisy, suddenly fell silent. No matter what they were doing, all the students frantically searched for books to pretend.
Teacher Liu rolled up the mathematics books in his hand, picked out the most noisy ones, and knocked on the heads one by one, shouting angrily: "You jump up and down, are you monkeys? Do you want to show me a monkey show on the podium? Huh? "
The students who had been beaten by him all sat there obediently, not daring to say a word.
Teacher Liu is 1.9 meters tall, with bulging tendons all over his body, and his big hands are like cattail fans. With a shaved head and a gold chain, you can become the boss of the underworld in minutes, who dares to fight against him.
"He Porridge! Zheng Que! I think you guys are chatting very enthusiastically, isn't it too much time?" Teacher Liu sneered: "Recite "Pipa Xing" for me within this week! I will check it on Friday!"
He Porridge wailed, shaking his hands holding the language book: "Teacher, I don't know if the pipa is good, but if you want me to recite this, I really can't."
As for Zheng Que, he didn't know what "Pipa Xing" was at all.
He was still out of the situation, when he heard the name, he thought it was probably an ancient poem, and immediately patted his chest to assure: "No problem."
Less than a hundred words, there are still four days to memorize more than 20 words a day, and I can memorize it no matter what.
He Porridge glared at him angrily, wishing to seal his mouth with glue. He flipped to the page of "Pipa Xing", and put the book under Zheng Que's eyes.
"No problem? Are you okay?"
Zheng Que was dumbfounded looking at the densely packed pages.
"You don't memorize it, right?" Teacher Liu was not angry, he looked at He Porridge: "The game console in the morning..."
He Porridge surrendered in a second: "I will carry it! I will carry it!"
After cooking for a few people, Teacher Liu walked to Jing Ci, bowed his head and picked up the mathematics "Five Three" he was working on.
Teacher Liu originally wanted to tell him not to work hard in the wrong direction, to focus on the basics at the beginning of learning, and not to rush to do the exercises.
I accidentally scanned a multiple-choice question and found it was right.
Teacher Liu almost thought he was dazzled, so he continued to look down in disbelief, until he saw the end of the multiple-choice questions, but he didn't see a wrong question.
"You..." Teacher Liu looked at Jing Ci with complicated eyes.
Jing Ci's heart was full of alarm bells, thinking that Teacher Liu had discovered something, and was about to say the wording that had already been drafted, when he heard Teacher Liu's words—
"Are you memorizing all the answers behind?"
Teacher Liu patted Jing Ci on the shoulder, racking his brains to think of words to encourage him. After holding back for a long time, I finally choked out a sentence in a rough voice: "I have a good memory, I can still keep up with my efforts now, but don't do this in the future."
Jing Ci: "..."
Jing Ci put on a wooden face: "Yes."
"If there is anything you don't know, go to the office to find a teacher. The evening self-study teachers are free." Teacher Liu returned the workbook to Jing Ci, and said in relief: "I will also say hello to the other teachers tomorrow. Don't be embarrassed, if you don't understand something, you have to ask. You have to study diligently, and our class is not far from the office, so you don't suffer a lot if you run a little more often."
Jing Ci felt a little warm in his heart, he nodded: "I see, thank you teacher."
"Study hard." Teacher Liu encouraged him again, picked up his big water bottle again, glanced at the class in warning, and walked out of the classroom.
After Teacher Liu left, Jing Ci picked up a pen and continued to work on the questions. He continued to finish all the exercises in one unit. Feeling fully charged, he found a notebook with great energy and began to sort out the knowledge outline of each subject.
Yingjiao looked at him for a while, then turned around.
He Porridge was holding a deck of cards, and was yelling for someone to fight the landlord: "Brother Jiao, come here. Damn, I was cheated to death by Lao Zheng. I must find some entertainment, or I will suffocate to death. Then Is the pipa memorized by humans? Is Bai Juyi crazy, writing these things to harm future generations!"
Zheng Que intends to atone for his crimes, when he heard the words, he came over and said, "Bring me one, and I will come too."
"Get out!" He Porridge pushed him aside, pulled up Peng Chengcheng who was lying on the table, and sneered while shuffling the cards: "You're too stupid, I refuse."
Zheng Que was furious: "I'm stupid? When I didn't fight the landlord, I took brother Jiao! I sent it directly to the door as cannon fodder, which one of us is stupid?"
He Porridge shook his head: "I am willing!"
Zheng Que was so angry that he rolled his eyes, threw his phone into the table hole, and stopped flirting, pointing at He Congee: "I'll be watching how you lost today!"
Yingjiao is very good at poker and almost never loses. He Porridge and the others are usually not willing to play with him.
"Two Qs." Ying Jiao half leaned on the desk and threw out two cards lazily.
He Porridge looked at his expression, then secretly meowed towards Peng Chengcheng. Peng Chengcheng was very vigilant and immediately put the cards upside down on the table. He Porridge looked away awkwardly: "Two 2s."
Peng Chengcheng shook his head to indicate that he would not follow.
He Porridge joyfully played another card: "Three three."
Peng Chengcheng: "Three eights."
Yingjiao half-closed his eyelids and didn't respond. The cards in his hand were tilted sharply, and the opponent could see them when he straightened up a little.
His mind was not on playing cards, all he could think about was the name Xue Jinxing.
It's a little familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere...
He Porridge tentatively called him: "Brother Jiao, it's your turn."
Yingjiao raised his eyes and glanced at the table, absent-mindedly: "Two eights, right? I have two nines."
"Old Peng has three eights." He Porridge corrected him: "It's not Brother Jiao, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking?"
"You..." Yingjiao put the cards on the table and said thoughtfully, "Do you know Xue Jinxing?"
"I've heard of this name before," He Porridge looked at his head and thought hard, "but I just can't remember it."
Zheng Que followed up and said, "I seem to have heard of it too. Is it the group of perverts in Class 1 and Class 2? Those who won that award all day long, Mr. Liu said, so I feel familiar."
Yingjiao tapped on the desktop: "Probably."
"What's the matter, Brother Jiao?" He Porridge was not interested in playing cards anymore, and put the cards in his hand away: "Did this short-sighted person offend you? Let's go fuck him?"
"Forget it," Yingjiao pursed his lower lip and smiled: "It's okay."
The evening self-study of the first and second grades of the Provincial Experimental High School ended at 9:45, and that of the third grade ended at 10:25.
At nine forty-five, senior one and senior two students can go back to the dormitory. Of course, they can stay until ten twenty-five like senior three.
But let alone 9:45, most of the students in Class 7 ran away as soon as 9:00.
Jing Ci had already agreed with Li Zhou to go back to the dormitory with him at night. But Li Zhou's cell phone kept vibrating, he hid under the table to answer the call, and said: "You go back first after school, my friend brought a girl over to find me!" He grinned and ran away up.
"Hey—" Jing Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed him, but failed to catch him, and could only watch helplessly as he disappeared.
I was secretly worried about how I should find a dormitory later.
Seeing him frowning, Yingjiao searched the chat records with Li Zhou over and over again, the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Seeing that the classroom was mostly empty, He Porridge couldn't sit still any longer, so he tugged at Yingjiao: "Let's go, Brother Jiao, let's go out for a while? Old Zheng made a reservation in 1982."
1982 is an entertainment club near the school, Yingjiao and they often go there to play.
"Go ahead," Yingjiao refused, "I have something to do today."
Peng Chengcheng frowned: "Aren't you going home?"
Yingjiao nodded, with a smile in his eyes: "I will live in the dormitory tonight."
Zheng Que was puzzled: "Why does Brother Jiao suddenly want to live in the dormitory? Didn't you say that the bed in the dormitory is uncomfortable and you can't sleep?"
Yingjiao skillfully turned the pen in his hand, and inadvertently changed the topic: "Well, there is something. You have fun, and write it to my account tonight."
He Porridge went crazy, frantically patting Yingjiao's flattery: "As expected of my brother Jiao, he is open and bright! Enough brother!"
Zheng Que smiled and blew a kiss to Yingjiao: "Thank you, Dad!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Yingjiao gave him a kick, and scolded with a smile: "Disgusting, get out of here."
Zheng Que didn't care, he dragged He Porridge bluffing, and walked away with Peng Chengcheng shoulder to shoulder.
Jing Ci originally wanted to go with the students in Class 7, at least find the dormitory first, and talk about the rest after going back. However, the students in class seven were basically day students, and they went straight to the school gate when they left the teaching building, and they didn't go in other directions at all.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he was left alone in front of the teaching building.
Jing Ci was wondering whether he should look for it by himself, or wait for the other classes to follow Daliu to the dormitory after class, when a deep voice suddenly came from behind: "Hello."
Jing Ci turned his head, Yingjiao came from behind, he was tall and straight, with lazy eyes. She was wearing a white T, which was loosely attached to her body, and when the wind blew, her thin and beautiful body lines were revealed.
Jing Ci was startled: "What..."
"Let's go together." His deep voice came from his head.
Jing Ci didn't speak or move. He didn't forget the time Yingjiao played him in the classroom just now.
"What's the matter?" Yingjiao raised his eyebrows, and smiled lazily, "Don't you want to go back to the dormitory? Why don't you leave?"
He leaned slightly and leaned over: "Afraid I'll sell you?"
Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at him, this person still has the face to say it? Do you have no idea what you have done
Yingjiao laughed softly, and his voice was particularly magnetic in the dark: "Little classmate, no, why are you thinking so dirty at such a young age. What can I sell you to? Can you speak soft words? Can you kiss? meeting… "
"Shut up!" Jing Ji gritted his teeth, his ears turned red, he gave him a hard look, and strode forward.
Yingjiao smirked, raised his foot and chased after him.
The author has something to say: little classmate, come on, brother will teach you how to kiss.