It rained all night yesterday, and it cleared up early in the morning. The air was slightly damp, mixed with the smell of soil, and the temperature dropped a lot. Xu Meng had just sent Yan Na to the school when a roar of motorcycles from far to near suddenly sounded in his ears. He looked up and saw Wen Yan riding a bicycle parked at the entrance of No. 6 Middle School, with Jin Heng sitting behind him.
Yo ho.
Xu Meng took a sip of soy milk and walked over: "It's strange, are you two messing up again?"
From his point of view, Wen Yan's acceptance of the younger brother was like a joke, no one knew what they were up to.
Wen Yan had long known that Xu Menggou couldn't spit out ivory, raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something, but remembering that Jin Heng was sitting behind him, he swallowed it again, parked the car on the side of the road, and said in a cool voice, "Shut down. You shit."
Jin Heng got out of the car, then took off his helmet and handed it to Wen Yan. He looked the same as usual, and straightened his messy hair: "I'm going to class first."
Wen Yan took the helmet, only to be scratched by Jin Heng with his fingertips in the palm of his hand. His hand trembled and he almost lost his grip. He subconsciously looked at the other party, but only met Jin Heng's smiling eyes, which made him panic again. Moment.
Wen Yan didn't know what to think, and frowned: "Wait a while."
After he finished speaking, he got out of the car, and then walked to the premature stall at the school gate to buy some breakfast. With both hands full, he handed it to Jin Heng and said, "Go to class after eating."
Jin Heng was very thin, and at first glance, he didn't eat well.
The breakfast that Wen Yan bought could make up a table for lunch, Jin Heng glanced at the big bag in his hand: "I can't finish it."
Wen Yan: "Then pick what you like, and I'll eat the rest."
Fried buns, fried dumplings, glutinous rice rolls, soy milk, noodle soup, he could not wait to pick all the snacks on the boss's stall, but it was in line with Wen Yan's usual heroic style. Jin Heng took two casually, because Xu Meng was by his side, he didn't say much, just said, "I'll go first, you go back to school early."
Wen Yan hummed, but when Jin Heng passed him, he suddenly said a word: "I'll give you a chance to go back."
Jin Heng stopped in his footsteps and looked back at him subconsciously.
Wen Yan, however, had already threw the mess in his hand to Xu Meng, and went straight to the motorcycle. His flamboyant behavior still attracted the attention of many girls. He didn't look at Jin Heng, but just looked at the somewhat congested road ahead. , said in a low voice: "Within three days, you can go back and regret anytime you want."
But if the matter is settled, after three days, Jin Heng will no longer have the right to withdraw.
Wen Yan is not the kind of person who can be easily provoked, but can let you walk away cleanly after repenting, just like no one can retreat after provoking a lion, Jin Heng is doing a very dangerous thing, but Still unaware.
Jin Heng smiled, then walked up to Wen Yan and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Do I need to kiss you in front of everyone?"
Let everyone see that there is no room for regrets even if he wants to go back. Jin Heng's courage is far more courageous than Wen Yan imagined, and he is also far more crazy.
Wen Yan raised his eyes in surprise, but saw that Jin Heng had turned and left, stepping on the bell for the class and walked into the campus.
Xu Meng: "???"
Xu Meng didn't understand the situation at first, but now he is even more at a loss. He was holding a lot of things that Wen Yan bought and looked puzzled: "What three days? What repentance? What are you talking about?"
Wen Yan retracted his gaze and glanced at him, feeling that Xu Meng was too gossipy: "Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't."
The recent class division of No. 6 Middle School is imminent. It can be said that it is a large-scale shuffling. Every thirty-five people on the ranking table will have a line in the middle. If there is no sudden emergence in the later stage, it is basically settled.
During the period, the head teacher of Class 6 also specially held a parents' meeting, emphasizing the importance of this division. , to contact cram schools everywhere.
There is a difference between the top class and the parallel class, and there is a gap between the parallel class and the poor class. Even if you can't get into the top class, you can't fall into the poor class. This is the idea of most parents.
Yan Na was also annoyed by her mother, and she complained to Jin Heng between classes: "My poor grades, what kind of cram school did I go to, I forgot everything about junior high school, my mother had to let me I squeezed into a parallel class, and I didn't understand a word of what the tutor said."
Yan Na couldn't do it at all, but she was actually quite smart. Jin Heng opened the exam paper she just did and persuaded, "Listen to the class well, maybe you can squeeze in."
Strictly speaking, he is already an adult. Regarding Yan Na's current student status, he can only persuade him like this. Although it is mainly up to him to learn or not, the environment is only a secondary factor.
Yan Na said: "I heard from the teacher, you must be stable in the first class. When you change to a new place, don't be bullied again."
Good grades are not necessarily all nerds. Cen Qinghua's few are not fuel-efficient lamps. They always suppress people with better grades than themselves. Yan Na is really afraid that Jin Heng will only be out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.
"Not necessarily," Jin Heng said, "maybe I'll be in the same class as you."
Yan Na: "What are you kidding."
Jin Heng didn't seem to be joking at all. It's better to be in a class with someone he hates, rather than a class with someone he knows. Anyway, he learns everywhere. He lightly pressed the pen cap in his hand, maybe he still wanted to get out of this quagmire. Get out.
The monitor Tang Guo just came back from the teacher's office, holding a stack of schedules of tuition and miscellaneous fees, and handed them out one by one: "This is the last textbook fee, everyone remember to bring the money tomorrow, and then hand it over to me, ten million yuan. do not forget."
In order to increase the rate of further studies, the teacher found a lot of sets of papers for students to buy exercises after class, which is not a small number. It is no exaggeration to say that the papers they write in a month can be piled up into a hill.
Jin Heng glanced at the details of tuition and miscellaneous expenses, then folded them and put them in his pocket.
The system asks: [Are you out of money?]
Jin Heng asked it back with a half-smile, "Are you rich?"
The system shook his head embarrassedly, a little shy, and whispered: [I don't either... ]
It is a ball, where does the money come from, and there is a lot of electricity.
Jin Heng really had no money. His father was hiding outside his debts, and he hadn't seen anyone for a long time. Over the years, he could barely get by with a little money kept at home, but he was also stretched thin.
The system folded its wings and figured it out: [You have two months to go before summer vacation, so you can go out and find a job~]
Jin Heng wondered why he wanted to go out to work, and turned his pen calmly: "Someone will give it."
Smell inflammation.
The system stopped him from this dangerous thought: [Shh, don't eat soft food, it will be bad if other systems target you.]
Jin Heng paused, then raised his eyes to look at it: "What do you mean?"
System: [It means... I am not the only system in the world. If you violate the rules, you will be forcibly bound by other systems.]
There are many departments in the space station, which rely on various unnamed energies to maintain operation. Human love, hatred, anger, greed, lust, kindness and integrity may all become the source of energy.
009 belongs to the scumbag transformation department. They usually absorb the reformed energy from the previous host, and then use it as the regeneration energy of the next host, and so on and so forth, recycling.
Jin Heng lowered his eyes. As an atheist, he now feels that this world is too mysterious: "What about being bound by other systems?"
The system gently flapped its wings: [You will be subject to many restrictions.]
009's mission is to stop the host from doing irreparable bad things. Similarly, if it is bound by other systems, the rules will change accordingly.
For example, the system of the Soft Rice Department will prevent the host from eating soft rice and compulsively become self-reliant; the system of the Mantra Group will prevent the hypocritical hosts from telling lies and compulsively speaking the truth; the system of the Rescue Department will select the host who is dying due to natural and man-made disasters. Let them go to various worlds to save the mad villains in exchange for a chance to be reborn; the system of the counterattack group will help the original cannon fodder host with a miserable fate to counterattack to the peak of life...
For another example, some evil systems rely on negative energy to operate. They will use the desire for power and money as bait, allowing the original unknown hosts to seize the opportunities that belonged to others, and absorb the gradually expanding desires in their hearts as energy.
009 sighed, these days it is not only difficult to be a human being, but also to be a football player. The competition among peers is fierce. Well, you can't have both.]
It learns a little human idiom and starts to mess with it.
Hearing this, Jin Heng sneered and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. He was noncommittal when the system said he was scum and soft, pulled away the chair with a cold face, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Jin Heng is not interested in money, nor does he care about money, but now that the system clearly pointed out that he was eating soft rice, it was true that he couldn't hold back his face.
In the afternoon physical examination of class 6, the teacher let them move freely after running 800. Jin Heng found a place to sit down, but inadvertently glanced outside the school gate and found a familiar figure standing there, got up and walked over.
Wen Yan was outside the railing near the playground. His blue and white school uniform jacket looked like a student, but the smoke between his fingertips and the dazzling tattoos on the back of his hands forced people to classify him as a bad boy.
Jin Heng looked at the high guardrail: "Why are you here?"
It's not school yet, it should be class time now.
Wen Yan took a breath, squinted his eyes from the smoke, and said nonchalantly, "Cocked up."
Jin Heng: "Why? Racing? Fighting?"
Wen Yan wanted to say no, he just felt weird, and he couldn't calm down and listen to the lecture, and unknowingly came to the door of No. 6 Middle School. When he saw Jin Heng, he calmed down strangely.
Wen Yan held a cup of milk tea in his hand and handed it to Jin Heng through the gap between the railings, then spoke to him through the iron railing. Jin Heng did not expect that he would buy milk tea, so he glanced inexplicably: "For me?"
Wen Yan wondered if it was for you or a ghost, but remembering that the relationship between the two of them is not the same as before, she swallowed it back, and hummed, it looked a little awkward.
Jin Heng thought to himself that he was not a little girl: "Why did you buy this suddenly?"
Wen Yan just saw Xu Meng buy it for Yan Na every time, just imitating, and he felt embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you want to drink, you can drink, why are there so many."
Jin Heng touched the hot milk tea in his hand, and looked at Wen Yan through the vertical black iron railing, the other party's stern face was slightly divided, and he wanted to laugh inexplicably: "Do you think you are visiting a prison? "
Wen Yan paused for a while, and found that it was indeed strange. He flicked the iron railing with his fingers, making a low humming sound, and said casually, "It's not so comfortable in prison."
Jin Heng didn't know what to think, raised his eyes to Wen Yan, pressed his shoulders to the door, and asked indifferently, "Really?"
Wen Yan didn't know very well, but what kind of stubborn people could be in prison. He was imprisoned with a group of criminals. Just thinking about it with his hair, he knew how uncomfortable it was: "Maybe."
Jin Heng leaned against the door, suddenly stopped talking, and looked at the wet puddle on the ground in the distance, a little lost.
Wen Yan took a few steps back, visually inspected the height of the fence, and then turned over neatly. The movements were skilled, and he was obviously a repeat offender, making a slight noise when he landed.
He crossed the wall and entered the "prison".
Jin Heng finally regained his senses, and took a sip of milk tea while holding the straw.
Wen Yan was fearless no matter where he was. When he arrived at No. 6 Middle School, it was like he was in his own territory. He patted the ashes on his school uniform jacket, and then stomped on the cigarette butt, like a gangster. There was an empty seat in the sports stand, and he said to Jin Heng, "Go, go and sit."
Jin Heng raised his hand and picked off a broken leaf on his shoulder. In school, he couldn't do any intimate actions: "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Wen Yan is not a "nobody", there are very few gangsters in this area who don't know him.
Wen Yan went to the stand to find a seat, and then stepped on the back of the front seat, quite domineering and not civic: "I see it when I see it, I see who dares to talk more."
Adolescent girls always have an inexplicable plot for handsome bad boys. Many girls in PE class sat together to chat and rest. The sharp-eyed found that Wen Yan suddenly appeared in their school, and it was like discovering a new world. Frightened, he lowered his voice and whispered.
"Hey, look, is that Wen Yan from Chongming?"
"I haven't seen it before, but it's so handsome!!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, it'll be bad if he finds out."
"Jin Heng actually knows him, and the relationship seems to be good."
Wen Yan has a straight mind in a sense, never paying attention to those, his eyes fell on the court, and then asked Jin Heng: "People in your class?"
Jin Heng nodded, stuffed the milk tea into Wen Yan's hands, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped off some rainwater on the edge of the seat, but before he could speak, Wen Yan suddenly asked, "Who has bullied me? you?"
Jin Heng stopped.
Wen Yan's eyes locked on the people on the court, with a little sharpness, a hand fell on Jin Heng's shoulder, and he pulled him over with a little force, forcing him to look at the court: "Who has bullied you, point it to me Look."
Jin Heng followed his gaze, the familiar faces were laughing or making trouble on the court, chasing the ball that was sent back and forth, his fingertips moved, and fell on someone in the air: "He ."
Wen Yan remembered: "There's more."
Jin Heng's fingertips shifted and he was about to land on the second person, but he was suddenly blocked by the system's blue body. .
The system said softly: [Don't do this... ]
Jin Heng guided Wen Yan to make a mistake without a trace. He knew exactly what the result would be after he pointed it out, but he still wanted to do it. He still regarded Wen Yan as a knife in his hand and asked the other party to take revenge for him.
Jin Heng narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
The system reminded him: [Violating the rules will be punished by electric shock.]
Jin Heng sneered and hooked his lips, his eyes were full of icy coldness, the so-called electric shock punishment by the system was not enough to scare him, but for some reason, his hand fell slowly, rubbed his fingertips, and pursed his lips to Wen Yan: " I can't see clearly."
Wen Yan was not in a hurry, he let go of Jin Heng slightly, looked directly at him, and whispered word by word: "Whoever bullies you in the future, tell me."
They are not in the same school, no matter how powerful Wen Yan is, they can't cover everything.
Jin Heng took advantage of the cover of the seat, and his cool fingertips swiped gently on Wen Yan's palm, with some meaning, he said slowly, "Well, I know."
Wen Yan sat for a while, and didn't get up from their seats until they were about to finish class: "I'll go back to school first, and I'll pick you up after school."
Jin Heng was sitting in the seat, without Wen Yan's habit of stepping on a chair and tilting Erlang's legs, he looked quiet and good-natured, Wen Yan tilted his head slightly to look at him, his hair was a little transparent in the sunlight: "Today I will go to my house and sit down. ."
There is no "?" after it, so this is not a question, nor is it asking for his consent, asking for his opinion.
Wen Yan's eyelids jumped: "What are you doing at your house?"
Jin Heng simply got up from his seat, a shadow cast on his tall figure, half a head taller than Wen Yan, with one hand in his pocket, his eyes fell on Wen Yan's lips, the meaning was unclear, and he said vaguely: "Kiss you..."
Wen Yan stared.
Jin Heng smiled: "Please drink tea."
Wen Yan choked for a while, but he didn't say good or bad. Anyway, every time he talked to Jin Heng, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm. He didn't bother to go around the steps. Jin Heng said, "I don't mind if you want to do something else."
Jin Heng's eyes were deep and deep like cold pools. He leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes swept across Wen Yan's lean back, his thin waist, and he could vaguely see a bit of rebelliousness. It tastes so strong.
Wen Yan inexplicably understood his gaze, and almost fell when he jumped off the stand, thinking that Jin Heng is a fucking hooligan.