Bo Jian glanced at Jiang Huai with the end of his eyes, "Want to copy homework?"
Jiang Huai glanced at the school case that Bo Jian had put on the political book, and just wrote a name: "Of course I didn't copy homework, didn't you write it, I just don't have any books, I want to borrow your textbooks .” He recalled the blank paper in his hand with no names written on it, and said, “Let me borrow your study case.”
"Oh." Bo Jian nodded, "I'll lend it to you after I finish writing it?"
Just now Jiang Huai wanted to nod and say "Okay", but suddenly realized that Bo Jian was playing a trick on him.
After Bo Jian finished writing, he read it again. Isn't this just copying homework? When Bo Jian finished writing, it would be a ghost to borrow him to copy.
"No need," Jiang Huai said firmly, "you wrote down the answer, which will affect my answer, so I will borrow your textbook and empty study plan, and I will do it myself."
"Oh." Bo Jian nodded again, and asked unhurriedly, "But I lent you the textbook and lesson plans, what should I use?"
Jiang Huai paused for a moment: "Together?"
Jiang Huai sat down against the wall, put a piece of paper on his lap and wrote his name. He doesn't think the ground is dirty or the walls are dirty.
Jiang Huai memorized a few fill-in-the-blank questions in wild cursive according to the lesson plan, and now Bo Jian's political book is temporarily in his hands.
Generally, the newly issued textbooks have an unpleasant smell of paper and ink, but Chairman Bo seems to have smoked the books, not only does not smell the ink, but also has a clear and light fragrance.
While Jianghuai was flipping through "what does the material means of production consist of", he wondered why Bo Jian likes to do these fancy things so much.
Specious.
Not the work of the strong.
But the strong man turned the scented political book from the first chapter to the last chapter, but he didn't see the answer to the fill-in-the-blank question "What is the mode of production of material means?"
He knew every word in the political book, but together...Jiang Huai actually didn't understand what the question was asking.
Jiang Huai closed the book and glanced at Bo Jian who was standing beside him.
He has the political book here, and Bo Jian only has Zhang Kong to learn from the case, and the pen moves quite quickly.
Jiang Huai raised his hand and rolled up from the ground.
He slowly walked to Bo Jian's side, and glanced at Bo Jian's political science case... But before he found the answer to the first question, Bo Jian turned his head and looked at him: "Didn't you not copy homework? "
JAC: "..."
"I'm not copying homework," he said after a pause, "I just want to ask you something."
The corners of Bao Jian's lips curled slightly: "What's the matter?"
Jiang Huai held a useless political book and asked, "What is the material production method?"
Bo Jian laughed, "The first question?"
Jiang Huai did not speak.
Bo Jian's eyes flicked over the white paper that Jiang Huai was holding as a study case. It was so overgrown with weeds that it was impossible to see what was written on it. There is definitely no answer anyway. "Productivity and relations of production," he replied.
"Oh, thanks."
Jiang Huai lowered his head and quickly planted two more weeds on the paper.
After planting the grass, Jiang Huai continued the next sentence very naturally: "Did you preview it in advance... What is the definition of materialism?"
"I have previewed it." Bo Jian lowered his eyes and watched Jianghuai grow grass. "Admit that the essence of the world is matter. Matter comes first and then there is consciousness. Matter determines consciousness. Consciousness is matter..."
Jianghuai moved quickly, and planted two rows of wild green belts: "Wait, speak slowly..."
"Consciousness is the response of matter." Bo Jian finished the last sentence slowly, with the corner of his mouth raised, "At the front desk, you don't copy your homework, so you changed it to Chinese character dictation?"
Jiang Huai stopped writing: "?"
Bo Jian raised his eyelids: "Do you want me to help you read the political science case from beginning to end to see which words you can't write?"
JAC: "..."
Bo Jian looked at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai looked at Bo Jian.
Jiang Huai lowered his eyelids first, and handed back the political paper: "Return it to you. Thank you."
"You don't need it anymore?" Bo Jian asked.
"No need, I'm doing a shitty homework," Jiang Huai said expressionlessly, "Trouble."
Bo Jian glanced at him: "No, homework still needs to be written."
Jiang Huai turned around, stood by the back door, glanced at the political teacher, took advantage of the time when the teacher was writing on the blackboard, took out his schoolbag from the table, and prepared to leave school early.
He waved his hands with his back to Bo Jian, and lazily said, "Then you can write it yourself."
"Because of the friendship between the front and back desks," Bo Jian said with a light smile, "I can't sit idly by if you don't do your homework."
If Chen Fengze heard Bo Jian's words here, he must have seen a ghost.
This is absolutely not true.
Not to mention the front and back tables, Chen Fengze and Bo Jian have known each other for more than a year, and he is sure that if one day he gets the bottom of the grade in the exam, Bo Jian will never save him, and he may even take a photo of his report card in case of emergency. needs.
Alpha's mouth, a deceitful ghost.
But Jiang Huai didn't understand Bo Jian's temperament. He turned his head and picked the corner of his mouth: "So the chairman is so helpful?"
"No." Bo Jian looked relaxed, "The Belt and Road Initiative. Get rich first and then get rich later, and finally achieve common prosperity."
JAC: "..."
Bo Jian said, "Political knowledge points."
"As expected of a good student," Jiang Huai looked at him with a smile on his face, "Remind yourself at any time that you shoulder a great historical responsibility and a mission of the times."
Bo gradually lowered his eyelashes: "It should."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai carried his schoolbag, leaned against the wall, and asked with a sneer: "As a member of the class, do you need me to contribute to your great cause?"
Bo Jian raised his eyes: "Need."
Jianghuai: "??"
"Since you already mentioned it on your own initiative, then add a WeChat." Bo Jian said, "I'll send you the weekend homework when I go back, and you write it well. If there are any questions you don't know, just..." The corners of his mouth curled, "Myself Work hard. God rewards hard work."
JAC: "..."
Before the get out of class bell was rang, Jiang Huai dismissed school for himself first.
Because he didn't leave school, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back his hands on Bo Jian later.
With his bag on his shoulders, Jiang Huai went straight out from the tiled wall on the west side of the back door.
It's not yet half past five, but Mingcheng Primary School has finished school early, the campus is empty, and the setting sun slantly shines on the white teaching building, reflecting a warm and clear yellow.
Jiang Huai entered the second class of the third grade as usual.
Unlike usual, there was a short-haired young woman on the podium today, wearing a white dress, packing her things. It is Liu Hong, the head teacher of the second class of the third year.
Jiang Huai lazily raised his hand: "Teacher Liu."
Liu Hong smiled: "Come to pick up the stars?"
Ah Cai was still busy with his career in the first row without raising his head.
"Yeah." Jiang Huai nodded and thought for a while, "Is there nothing going on this week?"
Liu Hong looked at the boy in front of her.
From Jiang Xingxing's school transfer procedures to school start preparations, to picking up Jiang Xingxing to and from school every day, her brother was in charge. She hadn't met Jiang Xingxing's parents yet.
Liu Hong knew what Jiang Huai was referring to: "No, none of her classmates bullied her...but Jiang Xingxing might be too withdrawn, she doesn't talk to other little classmates very much."
"It's okay." Jiang Huai lowered his head and picked up the messy pens on Ah Cai's desk, "It's fine if no one bullies her, and there is no rush to make friends."
Liu Hong sighed helplessly. She had a general understanding of Jiang Xingxing's physical condition. "Then take your time. School has just started, so don't worry." Liu Hong hesitated, "But the school will hold a parent-child sports meeting next week... Will Jiang Xingxing's parents come to participate?"
Jiang Huai raised his eyes: "Parent-child sports meeting?"
"Yes, parent-child games, but there are no events with a lot of exercise. The main thing is to experience family affection and let parents and children play together." Liu Hong said.
Jiang Huai asked: "What day is it?"
"Wednesday." Liu Hong said.
Jiang Huai lowered his head again: "How often are Jiang Xingxing's parents here?"
Liu Hong hesitated a little: "The current statistics... is that the parents of our class are all ready to come."
"Oh." Jiang Huai nodded, "I see."
Liu Hong sighed: "However, if your family really can't spare the time, it's fine. Originally, Jiang Xingxing's activities are not very convenient... If Xingxing wants to play something, I can accompany her."
Jiang Huai's expression didn't change, he lowered his head and put on the cap on Ah Cai who slowly moved down the chair: "Thank you teacher...but don't trouble you, I will come." He grabbed the handle of Ah Cai's schoolbag, " I'll take Jiang Xingxing home first."
Liu Hong was stunned... Isn't brother Jiang Xingxing still in high school
But before she had time to ask, Brother Jiang Xingxing had already dragged Jiang Xingxing away.
There was almost no one at the gate of Mingcheng Primary School.
Jiang Huai waited at the door, and Jiang Xingxing walked quickly a few meters away. Jiang Huai yawned and asked absently, "Do you have any homework on the weekend?"
"Yes." A Cai replied lazily.
"What homework?"
"Handwritten newspaper," Ah Cai snapped his fingers, "plus... memorizing poems!"
Jiang Huai sighed. He has more homework than Ah Cai.
The dog forced Bo Jian, added him to WeChat and sent him homework.
Is this what people do?
Ah Cai suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up a small cluster of lights, and with a shake, the turtle accelerated, swayed to Jiang Huai's side, and tugged at the bottom corner of Jiang Huai's school uniform: "You... copy the newspaper!"
"Shall I make handwritten newspapers for you?" Jiang Huai asked.
Acai nodded happily.
"Impossible." Jiang Huai ruthlessly pulled the clothes out, "It's a good idea."
Ah Cai sighed sadly.
The author has something to say: The Jiang family has been wiped out by the homework group.