The first emperor collapsed before he started his business, and the eldest master Ji provoked his cleanliness obsession and was forcibly stuffed with a bunch of English test papers.
Lin Jing had already decided to change all the sheets and quilts after he left, so instead of chasing him away, he took the initiative to throw a pencil case over: "Do the questions well!"
Ji Xingling: "..."
Wait a minute, I don't think this plot development is quite right.
Lin Jing adjusted the light to the brightest, picked up the lunch box and sat at the corner of the desk, watching math while eating. Ji Xingling wanted to apply for a little freedom for himself several times, but was shocked by Xueba's awe-inspiring attitude of racing against time to study, so he had to honestly grab a pen and read the practice questions together.
The first reading comprehension test paper assigned by Mr. Xiao Lin was half a page long. When it came up, it said The following true story will deeply touch your soul. It seemed that he was very confident in his content, but Ji Xingling watched it carefully for five minutes. Barely understand that the protagonist seems to be an African, raising a herd of wild elephants, the soul is not expected to deeply touch, but the drowsiness is overwhelmed, and before doing two pages of questions, 502 is painted on the eyelids.
Lin Jing squatted beside the bed: "Hey, wake up."
Ji Xingling didn't even bother to open his eyes, so he answered like a grandfather, "Yes, I'm learning, elephant."
Lin Jing's expression froze for a moment, trying not to laugh: "Do you want to go home and sleep?"
Ji Xingling pulled his pillow and covered his head. The African man in the test paper had a top-notch hypnotic effect. Now he didn't want to move for half a step, and he was so sleepy.
Lin Jing shook off the quilt so that the young master would not catch a cold again. Ji Xingling's sleeping posture is as aggressive as his personality, and the 1.8-meter bed can fill up the oblique corner. His broken hair hangs down in a mess on his forehead, covering most of his eyes. His nose bridge is high and straight, and his lips are slightly upturned. He is handsome with capital letters all over his face, as expected of the school girl, Brother Xing.
But since Mr. Xiao Lin himself is quite handsome, he didn't appreciate this face carefully from multiple angles. He dimmed the bedside light and went back to the desk, and continued to concentrate on doing his homework—two copies. Anyway, Ji Xingling's writing is like a dog crawling, If you copy another copy with your left hand, the teacher should not be able to tell the difference.
Time passed bit by bit. At 1:30 in the morning, the plants placed on the bay window quietly gathered their leaf buds, and fell into a dream together with the rain and fog outside the window. Ji Xingling was in a deep sleep, holding the goose down pillow with his slender fingers, and he seemed to want to be bound to this comfortable big bed for life, so Lin Jing didn't bother him anymore, and only sent Hu Meimei a WeChat report - of course he couldn't tell the truth, after all The fact that "Ji Xingling couldn't wake up from my sleep" is too embarrassing for the parents, and needs to be beautified appropriately.
As expected, Hu Meimei was very happy to be coaxed, and called her husband again: "Xiao Xing went to study next door, and she didn't return home at night after studying."
Compared with Hu Meimei, Ji Minglang is a little more sober. He really can't imagine what kind of magical scene his son has learned to forget himself, so he can only guess that it is probably an excuse to play games all night, but he still has to agree with his wife. Yes, so that you can hello, me, hello, everyone.
"After you come back, come with me to 1302 to thank him." Hu Meimei ordered, "I heard that Xiao Lin's parents will move in next semester, and the relationship between neighbors must be established in advance."
"No problem." Mr. Ji agreed, "I will prepare gifts in advance."
In the world of monsters, there are many rare and special products that can be disguised and given to humans.
For example, the swaggering mountain fruit that looks like a peach.
For example, Jinhua ham shortbread made by Zhu Yucao.
For example, a soft silk scarf shawl woven from shark silk.
Another example is the handsome unicorn cub who took the initiative to deliver to the door and occupied the bed arbitrarily—although the owner of 1302 may not want this gift.
At six o'clock in the morning, the crisp sound of "jingle bell" rang on time. Ji Xingling stretched out his hand in a daze, and couldn't touch the phone after habitually touching it for a long time. In the end, he had to sit up with his messy hair, staring at the hoarse alarm clock on the bedside table, no, where the hell did this come from? from
After more than ten seconds, the young master finally realized belatedly, the person who appeared in this bedroom out of nowhere should not be the alarm clock, but seemed to be himself.
"..."
There was a slight sound of an electric toothbrush in the bathroom, it was Lin Jing washing up. Ji Xingling stepped on the carpet and complained hoarsely against the door frame: "Why didn't you call me last night?"
"I called." Lin Jing hung up the towel and handed him a bottle of mineral water, "But you hugged my pillow and moaned and refused to get up, so I had to go to the big bedroom next door to sleep all night. "
"Crap." Ji Xingling replied disdainfully, and drank half a bottle of water in one go, only to be a little more awake.
"I didn't talk, I recorded it."
"Ahem!" Hearing this sentence unexpectedly, Ji Xingling almost fainted, and said in shock, "What kind of immoral behavior are you doing?"
"In order to prevent you from refusing to admit it like you are doing now."
"show me."
"No."
"quick!"
"No!"
The two robbed the mobile phone in the room for five minutes, and the commotion was not too small, until Jiang Fenfang came to knock on the door and barely stopped. Ji Xingling pressed the person on the bed with one hand, and held the phone with the other hand. The bully threatened: "What's the password?"
"328971." Lin Jing was so scratched that he couldn't laugh or cry, tears were about to come out, so he had to voluntarily surrender, "I lied to you, I didn't record it."
Ji Xingling unlocked it proficiently, and emphasized in a very qualified way: "I only delete my own photos, and don't look at your other things."
Lin Jing was silent for a while: "Yes."
But the young master soon discovered that this guarantee was really superfluous.
Because Mr. Xiaolin’s photo album contains all kinds of puzzles besides the textbook notes PPT, or there are also large sections of screenshots of English news, even if he has low morals and wants to peek into privacy, his ability will not allow it.
The photos of Xueba are not worthy of the vast sea of questions with several G in Xueba's album.
What kind of cold sarcasm is this, and what kind of cruel and ruthless reality in the world.
Lin Jing pushed him away and sat up, said with a smile, "Let's stay for breakfast, I have a disposable toothbrush here."
The eldest young master threw the phone back, and responded with dignity, first finished eating in 1302, then went back to 1301 to take a shower, and finally stepped on the preparation bell as usual to enter the school gracefully, but in the end he was almost late—forgot that the class location was already After moving to Dongshan Building, I was still wondering why it was so quiet outside the classroom today. And there are quite a few people who think the same as him. Seven or eight panting and shouting "report" came after the self-study. At the end of the toss, Wang Hongyu lost his temper completely: "These young people are all dogs. memory?"
The tacit understanding of the whole class was astonishing. They raised their voices and dragged their voices, and replied in unison: "The study pressure is too great."
Wang Hongyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Look at the No. 9 Middle School next door. They are called stressful. You people who haven't even attended evening self-study have the nerve to howl with me here."
"Teacher Wang." Someone raised his hand from below, "I heard that we will have to study by ourselves at night in a while, is it true?"
"I haven't received the notification yet." Wang Hongyu tapped on the blackboard, "Okay, don't waste your time on these things, just endorse it."
Ji Xingling turned his head slightly: "Hey, do you know that Lao Wang's 'notification has not been received', rounding up is equal to a certainty."
"It doesn't matter. Ning San is the same as No. 9 Middle School. I have evening self-study in the first year of high school. I'm used to it." Lin Jing opened the textbook, found a pen, and began to mark out the ancient Chinese.
This is the first time that Young Master Ji has had a deskmate since junior high school. He may be agitated in his heart, and wants to go over to have a word from time to time. Lin Jing was barely able to answer a few sentences perfunctorily at first, but was annoyed by the noise later on, so he threw a Chinese book over to him: "Recite the whole text!"
Ji Xingling: "..."
Yu Yizhou sat in the back row, spinning his pen in boredom, and was startled when he saw Lin Jing throwing the book, thinking that there was some dispute between the two. But I never expected that in the next second, Brother Xing, who is cold and cruel, will start to recite "Xunyang River to see off guests at night, maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn", and he recites so fucking smoothly, it can be called high-spirited A supernatural event early in the morning in Class 21.
I don't know if this building is poisonous or the deskmate is poisonous.
It's pretty amazing anyway.
The relocation of the classroom was successfully completed, and everyone quickly adapted to the new life with deskmates. However, Wang Hongyu's goal of letting the whole class study quietly may not be achieved in the short term, because there will be a Shanhai school movement next. meeting.
The opening ceremony is scheduled for Saturday. On Friday afternoon, Zheng Bufan took the list and notified one by one that all athletes should gather on time at 7:00 tomorrow morning and line up for the square formation.
Lin Jing: "..."
Lin Jing was alert: "All?"
"Yes." Zheng Bufan said, "Athletes in official competitions and fun competitions must participate in the entrance ceremony. There are more people to look at, and try not to be late."
"Wait a minute!" Lin Jing held him back, "Is there any other work to do besides walking in the phalanx? I can volunteer to help."
"There shouldn't be much physical work." Zheng Bufan thought for a while, "Just hold up the class card. Originally, Teacher Wang decided to be Luo Linsi, but it seems that she was temporarily removed from the vacancy of broadcasting, so she can't come."
"It's up to me!" Lin Jing made a decisive decision, "I'll just let Ji Xingling know."
"...Okay." Zheng Bufan marked behind his name, "Thank you, Brother Lin."
Later, a few boys brought over several red T-shirts, saying that they were specially customized for the athletes in their class, with the words "Stable Win" printed on the chest in black, and "Class One of Senior Secondary School" printed on the back in black, and they also made There is a yellow lightning logo, which is extremely ugly aesthetically.
Yu Yizhou rummaged through it twice, with disgust on his face: "Damn it, Lao Zheng, why did you curse us for thunder?"
The whole class roared with laughter. As soon as Wang Hongyu walked to the door of the classroom, his expression twisted, but he suppressed the laughter in time and criticized seriously: "Yu Yizhou, don't swear!"
The following is still laughing and joking. Originally, with the sports meeting on the weekend, it is really difficult to get nervous. At this moment, Ji Xingling returned to the classroom with a few bottles of water, glanced at the class uniforms on the table, and fell into a momentary confusion: "What kind of hatred design is this struck by lightning?"
This time, even Lao Wang couldn't hold back anymore, so he hurriedly arranged a few words and went back to the office. He probably planned to find a place where there was no one to laugh at once. What's going on with these people!"
"Brother Xing, put up with it, the one next door is even uglier. I just passed by the second class and saw that it was green with duck poop." A boy laughed and shouted, "At least we are still doing well."
The class clothes are uniformly customized by Zheng Bufan in the online store. This kind of thing can only be worn for two days at most. Obviously, it doesn’t need to be high-quality, just cheap enough. The girls at one o'clock covered their mouths and noses and ran out to breathe on the spot.
Ji Xingling also felt that this thing was really inferior, so he elbowed the people around him: "Hey, why did you take one? If you don't participate in the competition, you don't need to wear it. Go and return it to Lao Zheng."
Lin Jing was silent for a moment: "This is mine. I will walk the phalanx with you tomorrow. Zheng Bufan said to gather in class on time at seven o'clock. Remember not to be late."
Brother Xing was very puzzled when he heard it: "You didn't apply for the project, what square formation did you go?"
"Luo Linsi couldn't raise the class card because of something, Zheng Bufan made me temporarily vacant."
"Old Zheng, what's the matter with you?" Ji Xingling was very dissatisfied when he heard the words, and turned around and asked loudly, "Aren't all the class cards held by girls, why did you let Lin Jing go this time?"
The whole class was silent for a moment, Lin Jing's eyes went dark for a while, and it was too late to cover the young master's mouth, so he turned to Zheng Bufan for help, hoping that the other party would have a tacit understanding with him, and take the initiative to take the pot first.
But that's impossible. Zheng Bufan is so nervous that he can be used as a kidnapping hemp rope envoy. He obviously doesn't have high-end telepathy skills, so he immediately defended: "No, Brother Xing, it was Brother Lin who asked to raise the placard on his own initiative. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." .”
Ji Xingling:
Ji Xingling turned around slowly, and asked inexplicably, "Why did you take the initiative to take on this job?"
"It's the first time to participate in the sports meeting, and I want to actively contribute to the class."
"Stupid, you know?"
"I know."
"Knowing that you still take the initiative to ask for a placard?"
"Ji Xingling, can you shut up?"
"..."
But Zheng Bufan still came to explain: "Actually, the staff who held the placards really didn't stipulate men and women. It's just a convention that girls are required. Girls look good with makeup, but men are also fine. Teacher Song praised him after hearing it, saying Brother Lin Very handsome, it seems that our class of thieves is thriving."
"Yes." Lin Jing braced himself, "I will definitely go well, and I will never embarrass Class 1 of Senior Two."
Ji Xingling became more and more confused, did you really have a fever? How could this arouse your blood
But Lin Jing has already boarded the pirate ship, and he won't be able to get off for a while. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, there will always be some very unreasonable persistence. For example, every time Ji Xingling mentions the fun sports meeting, he always has a mocking expression of "only an idiot will sign up", Lin Jing He is unwilling to confess the matter of multiplayer dribbling even if he lives or dies - he would rather acquiesce that he is eager to hold a sign and walk at the forefront of the class.
"Can't you!"
"… OK."
Teacher Xiaolin is amazing, Teacher Xiaolin is awesome, Teacher Xiaolin can enter the arena lying down.
Lin Jing lay weakly on the table.
Life is too colorful and I don't want to talk.
…
Because the teams walking in the phalanx need to gather in advance, the school bus is too late, so Ji Xingling came to 1302 at 6:30 in the morning and knocked on the door: "Come with me?"
"Okay." Lin Jing got up a little late today, packed his schoolbag hastily, and asked him, "Do you think Zheng Bufan has any extra class uniforms? I sent a WeChat message and he didn't reply."
Ji Xingling was puzzled: "Do you want one more piece of this shit as a souvenir?"
"No." Lin Jing was also very distressed, "I broke the wash."
Originally, I just wanted to go through the water once to get rid of the dust and smell, but it turned out that the production cost of this dress may only be five yuan, and the printed words floated up on the spot. "Stable win" became "He Xinfan", "Gao Eryi "Squad" is more tragic, and there is only a careless "two" left. The lightning symbol is very strong, but it is useless, and it is even more stupid.
Ji Xingling: Sorry, let me laugh for a while.
"I knew you would react like this." Lin Jing threw the schoolbag into his arms, and squatted down to put on his shoes, "At first, I expected you to be virtuous, so that I could take the initiative to change it for the sake of my appearance. Take this wonderful class uniform."
"No, I can change it if it's dirty, even if it's broken, but it's really stupid, you know." Ji Xingling put his arm around his shoulders, "But it doesn't matter, you can wear whatever you want. Last year, girls wore skirts. , you wear your school uniform."
Lin Jing didn't know what to do for the time being, he had to check it out after he got to school. Halfway through the car, Zheng Bufan sent a WeChat voice, rambling for 60 seconds, which can basically be condensed into one sentence - the class fee is limited, and each person only has one piece of clothing, so there is no extra.
"I messed up this one, so I want to ask." Lin Jing replied to him, "It's okay, I can wear it if I can."
After a while, Zheng Bufan sent another 60s message, Ji Xingling glanced at his phone screen, wondering: "What are you talking about, so endless?"
"It's about class uniforms." Lin Jing casually clicked on the playback.
The surrounding environment of Zheng Bufan may be a bit noisy, so his voice was quite loud: "Oh, Lin Jing, your class uniform is washed out, it's okay, you don't need to wear a uniform uniform when raising a sign, you can wear whatever you want. It's just that you are going to participate in the multi-person sports tomorrow. The ball might have—"
Lin Jing quickly stopped, staring straight ahead, pretending nothing happened.
Ji Xingling looked at him with very surprised eyes: "Did you sign up for multi-person dribbling?"
"I don't."
"I've heard it just now."
"If I say no, there will be no. You didn't hear anything. Zheng Bufan is crazy."
"..."
A few seconds later, Zheng Bufan, who was not crazy, threw an athlete event schedule into the group, and now the entire second and first class of senior high school knew that the top student was going to participate in the stupid multiplayer dribble.
In fact, it stands to reason that Lin Jing is not the only one doing this, so he shouldn't have received such a high degree of attention, but he is obviously the most handsome among all the people participating in the fun sports meeting. The topics in Shanhai School are generally ranked like this, the handsome guy wants to participate in multiplayer dribbling and learns the handsome guy, the latter can really cause a sensation.
So when the two arrived at the school, even the junior high school girls were asking everywhere, when will the multiplayer dribble in the fun sports meeting start, and whether they need to occupy a seat.
Ji Xingling had been laughing the whole way.
Lin Jing is currently in a relatively detached state, expressionless and unmoving, commonly known as broken pots broken fall, very Buddhist.
"Don't worry, I will definitely come on time to cheer you on." Ji Xingling vowed.
"You have no chance, I and your 1500 meters start at the same time."
"Then I'll find someone to record the video."
"you dare."
"I won't record you, Lao Hou also reported multiple dribbles, can I record Lao Hou?"
"no!"
"Hey, you can't be unreasonable."
But soon, the young master even skipped the step of "find someone to record".
Because the preparatory office of the school sports meeting directly issued a group notice: At the request of the majority of students, the multiplayer dribbling event in the fun sports meeting tomorrow afternoon will be postponed for one hour on the original basis. Athletes in all classes are requested to pay attention to the schedule.
Lin Jing:
"At the request of my classmates" this time is really obeying public opinion. Because the audience, especially the girls, don’t want to miss Ji Xingling’s long-distance running, nor Lin Jing’s multi-person dribbling—after all, whether it’s a handsome guy sprinting bravely on the track, or a handsome guy carrying a ball and crashing for transportation, they all seem to be very attractive. For men, you have to make a card, so the sports committee of almost every class has been sent to the preparatory office to apply for a staggered time between the men's 1500 meters and the multi-person dribble.
The school leaders may not have thought in advance that the interesting sports meeting, which has never had any sense of existence, would have such a highly anticipated day. Not to mention overjoyed, they are almost happy. With a swipe of the pen, he signed and agreed, and specially selected two photographers to be responsible for the whole process of recording and focusing on the report.
Ji Xingling: It's not that I want to laugh, it's that this matter is really joyful.
Ge Hao squeezed into the classroom tremblingly: "Brother Yu, why do I feel that Brother Lin is standing there silently with his class card on his shoulders, and he is going to hit someone in the next second?"
Yu Yizhou: "Don't talk, I'll laugh for a while."
Ge Hao: "..."
The sky was bright and sunny, Ying Long dispelled the last trace of rain clouds with dignity, and then went home to catch up on sleep after get off work. The opening ceremony of Shanhai High School's sports meeting has always been ingenious, especially in the first year of high school. At best, it is called quality education, and at ordinary times, it is a group of second-year boys and girls who want to set up a stage and sing directly. In front of the class, there are national flag teams, school flag teams, sports meeting flag teams, school badge teams, emblem teams, colorful flag teams, plus theme squares and various interest clubs. It was finally the second grade's turn, and a group of people were already squatting under the rostrum and falling asleep.
"Be more energetic!" Song Tao, the physical education teacher in Class 1, blew his whistle briefly, "Do you know if you want to fully show the vitality of contemporary teenagers, Lin Jing... Lin Jing, wait for me, what are you doing so fast? , the cards are upside down!"
"..."
Lin Momo, the face of Class 1, Grade 2, stepped back and changed the direction of the sign.
Compared with the meticulous preparation of the first year of high school, the second year of high school obviously needs to be more free and loose. Sitting in the auditorium, Wang Hongyu was stunned: "Why don't they even walk neatly for me?"
"Your class is not bad." The head teacher of the second class was also very bitter, "The clothes and colors of our class are simply unreadable."
"Old Wang, what are you complaining about? Your performance in the first class is so sensational." The teacher next to him followed suit, "The whole audience is almost screaming."
This is the truth, Class 1, Grade 2 went around the field, and wherever they went, the auditorium was full of screams. Young Master Ji played handsome, and brought the athletes into the arena to perform the effect of the fan meeting. Lin Jing might dislike this kind of behavior of peacocks spreading their tails. In addition, he has no experience and long legs, so he carried the sign and walked away. It was so fast that in the end the whole class of athletes had to run collectively to chase after the appearance, and the effect was quite gratifying. Even Niu Weidong on the rostrum used an excuse to pick up a pen, bent down and hid under the table for half a minute. According to reliable eyewitnesses, the dean laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.
Lin Jing had a bad start, and decided that this would be the only time in his life.
Whoever raises the placard in the future will be blocked on the spot.
Young master Ji thinks that his teacher Xiao Lin is too cute.
The two had no project on the first day, so they sat back in the auditorium after walking the phalanx. At this time, the long jump and the 50-meter jump had already started, and many people ran to join in the fun, and the stands were a little sparse.
Lin Jing didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he packed sandwiches and juice in his schoolbag, Ji Xingling stretched out his hand, "Give me one."
"You didn't eat either?" Lin Jing stuffed a bottle of hand sanitizer and a pack of wet tissues before handing over the lunch box.
Very good, cleanliness will not collapse.
"Wake up too early and lose your appetite." Ji Xingling wiped his hands and took a sandwich by himself, "Li Moyuan seems to be back in the classroom for self-study, are you going?"
Lin Jing refused: "Actually, I haven't learned the level of selflessness of Mr. Li. It's good to relax."
"Then I can interview you now. What kind of mentality do you want to sign up for a multi-player dribble run?"
Ji Da Shao Ye brand kettle, which pot does not turn on which pot to carry.
It seems that this stalk will be difficult for a while, Lin Jing simply said: "I just love this fun sport from the bottom of my heart, do you have any opinions?"
"No, I dare not have it." Ji Xingling snatched half a bottle of juice from him, and drank it up, "I promise, I will pull a company of cheerleaders for you on time, and the first team must win!"
Lin Jing: "..."
Ji Xingling, you are really boring to the sky.
But Young Master Ji himself doesn't think he's boring, and even has a childish interest in teasing Mr. Xiaolin, so he would come to have some annoying "fun" every now and then. Lin Jing might have been agitated by him too, and deep down he couldn't wait to dribble—he wanted to start the game immediately in five minutes so that someone could stop quickly.
"Fun dribble."
"Please shut up."
Cheers broke out from time to time on the field, and it seemed that the game was still going on fiercely. Once a person is in this environment, even if he is not interested in sports, he will be inspired to have a collective sense of honor to be competitive. There are only a few people, Ji Xingling counts as one, sports committee Zheng Bufan counts as one, and Niu Benben who throws the shot put—this buddy’s original name is Niu Jianqiong, and he sounds very righteous, so he lives in the dark every day without hesitation. Collecting protection fees in the alley, and finally being angered by his father, he changed the name of the police station. He changed from a leading brother to a stupid brother overnight. On the Internet, I heard that I also got a national certificate.
"In the last sports meeting, Lao Niu rescued the class score to the bottom three alone." Ji Xingling said, "Actually, with Yu Yizhou here this year, the points should be OK. Last year, my grandson slept at home and missed two big classes." project, Pharaoh was turned into a puffer fish on the spot."
"What about you?" Lin Jing asked, "Didn't you say that you were not there when you signed up last year, so you were filled by Zheng Bufan for many projects? Why couldn't you rescue Class 1, Grade 2?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
Ji Xingling: "Because I'm not very good, I'm just a fool."
Lin Jing looked at him for a while: "Old Zheng filled you with interesting items, right?"
Ji Xingling: "No."
"Ji Xingling, you, a person who has participated in blindfolded running, what right do you have to laugh at my multiplayer dribble!"
"Fuck, I really didn't participate." Ji Xingling casually pulled a boy next to him, "You prove it!"
"I swear." The boy raised his hand and promised, "Brother Xing was forced to fill in seven or eight interesting events by Lao Zheng last year, but the list was changed again the day before the sports meeting, and he really didn't play." The fun sports meeting is nothing Strict requirements, just for fun, so it is not uncommon for contestants to change, and it is no problem for A to bear B's name.
As for why it was changed before the opening, of course it was because Brother Xing knew about it before the opening, otherwise it would have been changed long ago. Lin Jing originally wanted to find some comfort from the fact that "Ji Xingling also participated in the fun sports meeting", but he never expected that the young master would have the opportunity to get rich by forcing Zheng Bufan to change the list, and he felt even more distressed up.
"I found you to be very interesting." Ji Xingling hooked his shoulders, "Although fun projects are really stupid, it's rare to see people who can suffer and hate as much as you do. If you don't just have fun, how can it be true? Are you on the bar?"
Lin Jing didn't want to answer this question at all. If you hadn't ridiculed the idiot of the fun project 800 times a day, I wouldn't have such a big shadow in my heart. Now I have the nerve to ask why
"Didn't I not know you signed up before?" The eldest young master probably realized this in time, so he made amends for himself, "I'm not an idiot when you're here, really, it looks very elegant when you're here."
"..." Lin Jing felt that he would probably follow in the footsteps of the old king, and was turned into a puffer fish on the spot.
Because there were Zheng Bufan and Niu Benben in the morning project, the grades of Class 1, Grade 2 were still a bit impressive, and they climbed to the first place in the grade. Everyone ran to take photos with the standings, and even Rowlings from the radio station tried to help others and recited this glorious moment several times. Otherwise, by the end of the sports meeting, the advantage would be gone and he would return to the bottom of the list.
The last event is the men's standing long jump, and the end is almost exactly twelve o'clock. You can leave school at noon at the sports meeting, so Ji Xingling picked up two schoolbags: "Let's go out to eat with Yu Yizhou and the others."
There is no shortage of restaurants near the school. A few people often go to a small noodle restaurant. The taste is good, but the environment is not too bright, the windows are covered with newspapers, and the tables are always greasy. Ji Xingling may have been afraid of his cleanliness, so he took out a tissue before sitting down, and wiped it for him twice symbolically: "The back kitchen of this store is very clean, and the hygienic conditions are absolutely up to standard."
"What do you usually eat?" Lin Jing looked up at the menu on the wall.
"Beef noodles and pork ribs noodles, dry mix is also fine."
Lin Jing ordered the same noodle soup as everyone else, and Ji Xingling took water from the freezer himself: "Hey, what else is there for this afternoon?"
"The sad events of class one, sophomore year." Yu Yizhou replied with a yawn, "400 meters, medicine ball, triple jump, all of them were last year's bottom events."
Ge Hao interjected: "Brother Lin, you have such long legs, why didn't you sign up for a competition?"
Lin Jing was tormented by Ji Xingling's chatter all morning, so he developed a conditioned reflex and opened his mouth: "Because I love fun running with the ball."
"Pfft." Yu Yizhou sprayed all the water on the ground, "Really?"
Of course it's fake. In fact, Mr. Xiaolin’s physical education is very good, and the sprint burst is first-rate, but Shanhai’s physical education class is self-selected. When Lin Jing transferred halfway, the popular courses had already been selected, and there was only one who was slightly happy. Men's rhythmic gymnastics, so Lao Song didn't know that there was such a runaway player hidden in the class for the time being, and he didn't even think of it when he signed up for the sports meeting.
Lin Jing unscrewed the water bottle and told the truth: "When I was in Ningsan before, the competitions were all for the whole class to compete for places. This time Zheng Bufan only talked about the fun sports meeting when I was in Ningsan. I thought there were other arrangements, so there was not much ask."
Ji Xingling recalled the night of the fight in the Taotie shop, and felt that he was really good at running, he even flew two streets, and he was able to drag himself through the underground passage.
Several people chatted without saying a word, and the proprietress also cooked a bowl of noodles and brought them up. Maybe Lin Jing was a new face, so she put it in front of him first.
Green coriander floated in the red beef soup. Ji Xingling glanced at it, and decisively pushed it to the person opposite: "Here, you eat first."
Yu Yizhou was confused: "Why?"
"There is coriander, Lin Jing doesn't eat it." Ji Xingling turned sideways, and shouted at the back kitchen, "Aunt Zhang, help me cook a bowl without green onion, coriander and less spicy oil."
"okay!"
Lin Jing wondered: "... how do you know my taste?"
"The last time I ate hot pot, I remembered you by the way." Ji Xingling answered casually, not taking it seriously.
Yu Yizhou knocked on the table: "Hey, how long have we known each other?"
"Six years, or seven years."
"Then in the six or seven years we've known each other, you never noticed that I don't fucking eat cilantro?"
"You can even drink cherry-flavored Coca-Cola, so what qualifications do you have to learn from others not to eat coriander?"
Ge Hao laughed silly beside him: "Brother Xing, Brother Yu really can't eat coriander, he is allergic, Aunt Zhang and the restaurateurs in this area know it all."
"..." How can you not eat coriander? Your name spreads far and wide.
"Ji Xingling, you are really, really amazing." Yu Yizhou applauded silently, then turned to ask Lin Jing, "Brother Lin, do you have his nude photos in your phone, otherwise why are you so obedient?"
"Naked fart, believe it or not, I will stuff your mouth with coriander." Young Master Ji threw him a ball of paper, "Eat well!"
After a while, another group of people entered the store, bluffing and wearing school uniforms with red stripes.
"It's from the No. 3 Affiliated High School." Yu Yizhou put the bottle of vinegar back, and explained to Lin Jing, "This school has a unique position and is full of idiots. Only the Eighteenth High School in Jincheng can compete with it."
Because of Zou Fafa in Zhongqu Mountain, Ji Xingling has been more sensitive to the words Jincheng 18th Middle School recently, and even got into trouble with Gangsan No. 3 Affiliated High School, and glanced back displeasedly: "The school in the north of the city, run away from us." What are you doing here?"
"Picking quarrels and provoking trouble, what else can I do." Yu Yizhou didn't care.
"Brother Xing." Ge Hao's position happened to be able to see the opposite table, so he lowered his voice, "Why do I feel that this group of people seems to be looking for you?"