Gu Fei raised his eyebrows, took off the headphones, and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng.
This kid is really a thorny head, and he hasn't converged in his unfamiliar new environment.
He looked at Zhou Jing again with great interest. Zhou Jing still opened his mouth in shock. If he hadn't finished eating the eggs, he would still like to put one in his mouth.
However, Jiang Cheng's kick is still good at picking people. Zhou Jing is an annoying boy who has no temper and can knead. If this kick is changed... Gu Fei glanced to the right, then it's time to fight.
"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Old Xu patted the podium, "Whether in class, what are you doing, Gu Fei?"
Gu Fei was stunned, pointed his finger at himself, and said, "Me?"
"Isn't it you!" said Old Xu, "you will panic when you finish eating early!"
The people around the tables all laughed, and Gu Fei couldn't hold back and was happy, turning his face to look at Jiang Cheng.
"What do you think he is doing," Old Xu pointed at him, "People's achievements leave you 874 streets!"
"Yo—" a shout suddenly sounded in the class.
"Study—ba—"
"Old Xu has found a key training target—"
Gu Fei sighed. Old Xu's IQ is like an innocent trainee teacher who has never taught a bad class. With just one sentence, he can set a three-foot-high barrier for Jiang Cheng to fit into this class.
Jiang Cheng looked at Lao Xu, and sincerely suspected that this man was sent by his mother to torture him as an undercover agent.
Although he is not afraid of all kinds of provocations, and has not suppressed his temper when he enters the classroom, he does not want to be praised by the head teacher for his good grades in a class where he can see a messy character at a glance.
The words Xueba is simply a kind of irony.
"Alright," Old Xu cleared his throat, "Continue to class... We just talked about..."
Old Xu said something on the podium before Jiang Cheng and didn't listen to it. Now he was too lazy to listen. He leaned on the table and took his cell phone out.
In school, I used to be like a thief every time I played on my mobile phone in class. The ringtones were muted and the media was muted. After I plug in the headphones, I had to pass the cord through my sleeves to cover my ears.
There are a lot of confiscated mobile phones in the drawer of the class teacher, like a stall that collects second-hand mobile phones.
The Fourth Middle School is different. Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei's side. He had already put the phone on the table and supported it with a stand. The earphones were clearly plugged in his ears, and he was leaning against the chair with his arms. Watch the video on the back.
Jiang Cheng lay down on the table. Old Xu on the podium was like reciting scriptures, and the people chatting around were also reciting scriptures. He was so drowsy and confused for half a class, he was really bored, so he took his cell phone and sent a message to Pan Zhi. .
-grandson.
Pan Zhi came back quickly.
-Grandpa, what class are you taking, do you have time
-Chinese, how about you
-English, the old donkey assault test, it's dying
-It's not a formal exam, what's the life
-I don't know a single question. What else did the old donkey say to get the bottom line? I feel like he has sex!
When Pan Zhi sent this message, he also brought a picture. Jiang Cheng glanced at it and sighed. This is a one-page multiple-choice question. The shooting angle is very tricky. At first glance, he took a sneak shot at the risk of seeing him with his mobile phone during the summer vacation.
He looked at the time, zoomed in on the picture, took the pen while looking at the questions, and quickly began to write the answers in the notebook. There were no two questions, and Pan Zhi sent three pictures in succession. He took a look at it, a little bit I'm speechless, ah, this is the filming of all the multiple-choice questions on the paper.
-Wait
After he replied to Pan Zhi, he continued to look at the question.
In fact, it's not too difficult. You can guess at the same level. I don't know why Pan Zhi couldn't write a single question.
The surroundings are still quite noisy. Jiang Cheng admires Lao Xu's ability to withstand a little bit. Maybe the teachers who are used to teaching bad classes are strong.
He still remembers the chemistry teacher in his class when he was in the first year of high school. The lectures were not very attractive. Some people chatted in the class and their voices were not comparable to what he heard in his ears. She cried angrily. To change to this place, she had to cry into a transparent glass flower.
Look at the old Xu Duo Niubi.
While writing the answer, Jiang Cheng looked up at Lao Xu, letting you sleep and chat, as long as you didn't stand up and dance, he would not stop.
Gee tee.
Pan Zhi only sent multiple-choice questions, and he finished it within a short time. While typing the answer into the chat box and sending it to Pan Zhi, he checked the time. There were still a few minutes before get out of class, enough for him to finish copying.
As for other questions... Pan Zhi has always been too lazy to write, sometimes even too lazy to copy.
After sending the message, he boringly took the phone and opened the circle of friends, slowly dragging down, and saw Jiang Yijun... His dear brother sent a selfie yesterday, like a family eating out, seeing the old man in the background. Mom and Dad, the family of four had a good time. He suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, and suddenly he had a weird reaction to nausea.
After blocking all four of the family, he put the phone back in his pocket.
Just as he was about to look up, something fell on his head. Before he could react, it was another moment, as if a handful of stones were thrown on his head.
Then he saw a white ash, and at the same time he smelled the wall ash.
"Fuck?" He looked up in surprise.
A large piece of gray-white wall covering fell on the table, and the table was broken into small pieces.
Jiang Cheng couldn't take care of anything else, his first reaction was to pat his head, and then glanced at Gu Fei's head next to him.
Gu Fei’s phone was still on the table, and it was no longer visible what was on the screen. There was a layer of dust on the wall, and his face was all white, but he still kept his previous posture without moving. Holding arms.
Just his face is a bit ugly.
Jiang Cheng looked up at the ceiling. The wall covering above their heads was gone. It was estimated that they were all on their bodies and on the table, revealing wood strips... It's really an old house.
When his gaze returned to the table, he saw a small black stone on the corner of the table that should not be part of the wall.
The bell rang at the end of the get out of class, and Old Xu put the textbook together: "Okay, the end of get out of class... Has the wall been off again? Who is on duty today? Sweep it."
As soon as Old Xu walked out, the classroom suddenly burst into flames, and everyone looked towards the last row.
Jiang Cheng made a judgment at this moment, that little rock, Gu Fei's gloomy face, and the people who stood up and looked over here as soon as the bell rang. … The wall skin usually falls by itself, but this time today, it certainly didn't fall by itself.
He sat still, fumbled out the tissue from his pocket, and slowly swept the ashes on the table to the ground. (End of this chapter)