Wen Yan's head teacher is a Mediterranean man, in his fifties, with reading glasses. Everyone in the class calls him Baldy Liu in private. After the class bell rang, he walked into the classroom with a stack of lesson plans. The noisy classmates were visibly quiet.
This teacher looks a little difficult.
Yan Na squeezed into the corner of the seat. There was a book on the table pretending to be on the table. She covered her face with her hair to avoid being discovered. Xu Meng sat next to her and reached out and rubbed her head: "Coward."
Yan Na: "Bah!"
According to Wen Yan's previous habit, he must have slept in the last class in the morning. He looked aside inadvertently, but saw Jin Heng, a silly white sweet sitting upright, stretched out his hand and pressed his head down, his voice lazy. : "Good student, keep a low profile."
Which scumbag sits as straight as him, for fear that the teacher won't find out.
Wen Yan wore a silver ring on his index finger, and when it touched the skin, it felt cold to the touch. Jin Heng moved his neck unconsciously, then leaned on the table and turned his head to look at him: "Are there any books?"
Is this stupid kid still reading
All Wen Yan's books were placed in the drawer. They were brand new and hadn't been touched much. He frowned, fumbled in the drawer for a while, and then lightly threw a math book on Jin Heng's desk: "Take it."
The book has been tucked away in the drawer for a long time, the pages are wrinkled, but there is no trace of flipping, it can be called broken and new. The teaching materials of vocational high school are somewhat different from those of sixth middle school. Jin Heng glanced at the catalogue and turned back page by page, looking serious.
Bald Liu unscrewed the cup and took a sip of strong tea, asked the classmates to open the book, and then began to lecture. Although there were not many people listening, he still spit all over the sky and spoke with great joy.
Jin Heng took a water-based pen from the drawer, tried to see if there was any ink, and then circled all the key content in the book according to Liu Baldzi's requirements. People are learning.
Wen Yan leaned on the chair lazily and looked at him for a while, thinking that Jin Heng would talk to him or do something else, but the other party just immersed himself in the lecture and kicked his chair, a little dissatisfied: "Hey—"
Jin Heng raised his head: "Huh?"
Wen Yan's tone was not good: "Are you here to listen to the class or what are you here for?"
Can't the teachers at No. 6 Middle School satisfy Jin Heng, and need to go all the way to a high school to study
Jin Heng said, "Come to accompany you."
He said this sentence in a normal tone, holding the pen and turning it around his fingertips flexibly twice, without seeing any unnaturalness, those dark and clean pupils clearly reflected Wen Yan's appearance, and a slight smile appeared.
Accompany him
Wen Yan lifted his eyelids, the black and white eyes didn't look like kindness, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Is I going to use you to accompany me?"
What to accompany, obviously reading books the whole time.
Probably Wen Yan looked too much like he was trying to find fault. An unknown boy next to him looked over and seemed to be interested: "Yo, who is sitting next to Wen Yan, I haven't seen it before, new classmate?"
Xu Meng was chewing gum and said without turning his head, "His new little brother is from No. 6 Middle School."
The boy smiled and looked Jin Heng up and down: "It's good, a good student."
Wen Yan lazily put his hand on the chair behind Jin Heng, not satisfied with the gaze projected by others, the brothers wrapped around Jin Heng's neck, pulled him into their arms, and then bullied him like a child. His hair was messed up, and he said with a smile that was not a smile: "Good student? Pull it down, your grades are terrible."
This is what Yan Na said at the beginning. She was sitting in the front row drinking water, she choked twice when she heard the words, her face flushed and her neck was thick, and she was too guilty to speak.
Jin Heng was forced to plunge into Wen Yan's tobacco-smelling embrace. After struggling quietly for a moment, he became quiet again, with his head resting on Wen Yan's chin, and the other party's strong heartbeat beside his ears, revealing a speechless expression. A sense of security, inexplicably makes people feel reliable.
sense of security
Jin Heng closed his eyes, his fingertips clenched unconsciously, and he couldn't relax completely for a long time. These three words were too long and too unfamiliar to him, so it was difficult to adapt.
Hearing Wen Yan's words, Jin Heng blinked and said, "My grades are not bad."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at him. His hair was a dark wine red, which secretly matched his flamboyant personality. The black diamond earrings shimmered slightly in the sun, and the jaw line was distinct. Lazy but handsome, he was very aggressive. With a sarcastic tone, he sneered: "You don't have to say it."
After speaking, he released Jin Heng, completely unaware that Yan Na had shrunk into a ball in front of her, and her back was weak and helpless.
#Please don't talk about this topic#
Jin Heng, a person with a mental age of thirty-five, should not have been so naive, but seeing Wen Yan looked disbelieving, opened the zipper of his schoolbag, and gently placed the freshly released transcript in front of him.
Wen Yan slowly lowered his eyes and asked, "What is this?"
Jin Heng: "Monthly exam report card."
Although Wen Yan's grades were not good, he still knew the words. He looked at the grade ranking table at the top. The first place was Jin Heng, and the answer sheets below were perverted grades that were almost perfect: "..."
Wen Yan picked it up and looked at Guang, and found that there was no trace of modification, and it didn't look like a forgery.
Rotten to the point of the first grade
Xu Meng immediately became interested when he heard them talking, and took away the transcript from Wen Yan's hand: "Huh? First in what grade? Did you get your monthly test results?"
The last sentence was for Yan Na.
Yan Na was thirty-two from the bottom of the whole grade, and fifth from the bottom of the class, so she didn't dare to say a word: "..."
Xu Meng glanced over the ranking table, and saw Jin Heng at first glance, exclaimed in amazement, and continued to look down, his eyes were blind and he couldn't find Yan Na, and finally turned over, Found her ranking: "Fuck me."
Xu Meng doubted his life: "During your exam, drinking alcohol ruined your brain?"
Yan Na became angry: "Go away, no matter how bad it is, it's better than your zero duck test."
Half a catty eight taels, big uncle don't laugh at second uncle.
Wen Yan couldn't laugh, his long legs stretched out, leaning on Jin Heng's shoulders, with the eldest brother's encouragement to the younger brother: "It's good, keep it up, and make persistent efforts."
Jin Heng looked at him sideways, smiled, with cat-and-mouse teasing and surety: "Then what reward will I get for passing the test?"
Wen Yan didn't think much about it: "What do you want?"
Jin Heng leaned slightly closer to Wen Yan's ear, this action seemed to be to whisper, but also to avoid the teacher, the warm breath slowly poured on the neck, ambiguous and sultry, making Wen Yan's tailbone abruptly There was an inexplicable itching, and the scalp was numb.
Jin Heng said: "I think..."
Wen Yan pricked up his ears.
Jin Heng's voice was low, and he asked with a smile, "Do you agree to everything I want?"
Wen Yan thought about what Jin Heng could want: "You talk first."
Jin Heng said, "I'll tell you later at night."
He seemed to be deliberately intriguing. After speaking, he slowly sat up straight again, his expression was calm and serious, and he continued to write notes with his head lowered, as if nothing had happened just now.
Wen Yan: "..."
fuck.
Bald Liu finished speaking the formula for the new unit on the podium, took a breath, then wrote a question on the blackboard, swept his eyes across the class, and finally settled on the last row, holding his reading glasses, and glanced at the seat. The name on the watch: "Xu Meng... It's called Xu Meng, right? Come up and write this inscription."
"puff-"
There was a muffled laughter from the rows behind, apparently from friends.
Xu Meng didn't expect that he would be so hard on his back, and he would be drawn as soon as he was drawn. He got up from his seat and didn't need to go to the podium to read the topic: "Teacher, I don't know."
Bald Liu guessed it, and there were not many people listening to the lecture in the next few rows, and his voice was deep: "You are honest, just stand if you can't."
Yan Na was laughing next to her and the tears were about to come out, but before she could find a piece of paper to wipe it, Liu Baldzi said, "The girl next to him, come and solve this problem."
Yan Na: "?!!"
This time the laughter around was more obvious. Yan Na dawdled and could only stand up. She stared at the question on the blackboard for a while, and finally determined that she would not, and whispered: "Teacher, this question I do not understand… "
Baldy Liu: "Stand."
Wen Yan was gloating at the back, and Jin Heng couldn't help but glance at him. For the first time, he thought he was stupid, and reminded aloud: "It seems that you are the next one."
Wen Yan choked for a moment and couldn't laugh anymore, because Bald Liu really pointed at him: "The red hair behind the purple hair stood up, how much did you calculate this question?"
That purple hair, the back, the red hair? ? !
Wen Yan heard him say that he had red hair, his eyelids jumped, he pulled up the chair and got up, he was stunned to have a bright and upright feeling, and was about to say that he would not, but he heard Jin Heng whisper: "The answer is 7. "
Wen Yan glanced at him and said to Baldy Liu, "... 7."
Bald Liu probably didn't expect that he actually figured it out. He raised his glasses with a little surprise, and the pointer tapped on another question on the blackboard: "What about this one?"
Jin Heng acted as a dog-headed military advisor next to him: "Root number 3."
Wen Yan: "Root number 3."
Baldy Liu nodded and was finally satisfied: "Well, sit down."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, wondering if Jin Heng was really a scholar
Bald Liu usually seldom points to the people in the back row, because he can't answer the thorns when he lights it up. It's really that Xu Meng and Wen Yan's hair is too dazzling, one purple head and one red head, sitting together, he sees upset.
Xu Meng stood in front and muttered, "He's just jealous of our hair."
Wen Yan didn't ride a motorcycle today, and everyone dispersed at night. When they went back to their homes, he and Jin Heng walked together. The weather was sultry at night, and he was sweating all over, and it only became cooler when the wind blew.
Wen Yan held a cigarette in his mouth and lit it skillfully with a lighter. He remembered what Jin Heng said today that he wanted to be rewarded. He paused, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you want?"
Jin Heng walked quietly beside him: "What?"
Wen Yan: "Don't pretend to be stupid."
Hearing this, Jin Heng paused and smiled inexplicably. He saw that there were pedestrians on the road, so as not to block the road, he pulled Wen Yan to the side alley, and the shadow at the corner became their best shelter.
Jin Heng forced Wen Yan into the corner of the wall invisibly. Although his tall body was thin, he also felt a little nervous in his heart. It was obviously the first time that Wen Yan had been blocked in this way. Weird: "If you have something to say, say it."
Jin Heng chuckled: "I want to ask you a question first."
Wen Yan lifted his eyelids: "Ask."
He was always so rebellious, so that Jin Heng had a moment of nostalgia for the feeling of pressing him on the bed in his previous life, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, whether it was bone or skin, flesh or blood. Blood, as addictive as poppy...
Jin Heng is actually not a patient person. He lowered his eyes and approached Wen Yan: "How is my performance during this time?"
He pointed out that when the younger brother turned positive.