Ji Xingling was a little puzzled, and he asked Yu Yizhou, "Do you have any impression of Gang Sanfu High School?"
"No, I haven't seen it before."
If Yu Yizhou had no memory, Ge Hao would be even less likely to provoke him. So Ji Xingling asked the people around him: "Hey, could it be you?"
Lin Jing was also convinced by him: "If you put a little bit of this power into mathematics, you might have successfully squeezed into the top 50 in the whole class."
Ji Xingling was used to Mr. Xiao Lin's personal attacks all the time and indiscriminately, so he just scooped up a chopstick of beef and protested. Lin Jing generously pushed the whole bowl over: "Do you want more? I won't eat, I'll give you all."
Ji Xingling's eyes widened: "Isn't it possible that you would dislike even touching my chopsticks?"
"I don't dislike you." Lin Jing explained patiently, "But those gangsters in Gangsan have been looking at this table all the time. I think you will probably fight again later, so I volunteered the only three slices of beef. It's called adding to your undefeated career."
Ji Xingling: "..."
Yu Yizhou laughed directly on the opposite side: "Let me tell you, how about going on stage at the next school art festival and talking about cross talk, you will definitely win the first place. Otherwise, it will be Luo Linsi and Wei Xue every year. It seems that our class is very lacking in literary talents."
Ji Xingling thought to himself, you should shut up, it's not called cross talk when the two of us are on stage, it's called me being unilaterally bullied.
Although Ge Hao also wanted to laugh, but he was more reliable at this table, and he still remembered that there was a group of hooligans across half of the city across the city to make trouble: "They have been muttering for a long time, what should we do now? "
"Eat it, let's talk after eating." Ji Xingling didn't care, moved the bowl back to Lin Jing, and asked, "Why don't you withdraw first?"
"No need." Lin Jing tightened the water bottle, "I can also reluctantly participate in the scuffle. If I am lucky enough to break my leg, I just don't have to participate in the fun sports meeting."
Yu Yizhou: "Hahahahahahaha."
Ji Xingling also couldn't laugh or cry: "I said you..."
A few people were laughing and joking here, and the atmosphere was not much different from a happy spring outing, but it seemed that they were overly cautious about Zhuo Gangsan and the group, and they looked a bit mischievous. Before eating two bites, a group of boys from the next class came in. At this time, the store was busy, and the small tables were full. Only Ji Xingling and his big round table had room, so they turned around and asked at the cashier while ordering: "Brother Xing, let us share a table together?"
Ge Hao stood up and moved his chair to make space for the four of them, and took the opportunity to aim at the opposite table. In fact, Ji Xingling turned his back on Gangsan and the group, and he didn't know what monsters the other party had been doing during this period of time, but seeing Ge Hao's nervous expression, he felt quite upset. He moved his chair heavily, turned around and glanced at the other party with an unkind expression.
There was an unlucky ghost who was holding a bowl and was about to drink soup, when he caught Ji Xingling's eyes suddenly, he panicked and his wrist softened, there was a "clang" and then a "crash", and the noodle bowl hit the table and shattered into pieces. A splash of red oil was splashed.
Yu Yizhou didn't have time to see the whole process clearly, and when he turned his head, the bowl had already fallen, so he made a mistake in his judgment, thinking that the other party finally couldn't bear his temper and wanted to make a move, so he slapped the table with one hand and stood up.
A few boys from Class Two were quite familiar with them, and seeing that something had happened here, they quickly surrounded them, forming a visual effect of a large number of people. Only Ji Xingling and Lin Jing were still sitting. The young master was arrogant and too lazy to move. Teacher Xiao Lin had no experience in fighting and making trouble, so he unilaterally adopted the crash-learning policy of "Why Ji Xingling and me?"
Then the next second, I saw Gangsan and his group throwing down their chopsticks one after another, scrambling to go out... and slipped away, one of them was quite terrific, and before leaving the door, he bowed to this table and said "Hello, Brother Xing" .
"Wait!" Ji Xingling called him coldly, "The one with the yellow hair is your friend, right? Don't you know how to pay for breaking things?"
The other party hurriedly fumbled out twenty yuan, put it on the cash register, and ran quickly without saying a word.
The boys in Class Two were a little confused: "What's going on?"
Yu Yizhou: "You may not believe it, we don't even know this group of people."
"Forget it, considering Gangsan's average IQ, I believe you said that they made a special trip to pay respects to Brother Xing by pouring down the subway three times."
"What kind of magical screening system do you think the school is?"
"The screening system is the same as that of the Eighteenth High School."
A few people talked and laughed, and this matter was taken over. Ji Xingling glanced at the people around him, and asked puzzledly, "Why are you holding the mineral water bottle so tightly? Could it be that you want to use it as a weapon in a fight?"
Lin Jing: "..."
Silently let go.
"You have never fought before, do you know that you have to carry a chair at this time." Ji Xingling was tireless.
"Who said that mineral water bottles can't be used as weapons anymore." Lin Jing looked at him calmly, "Put your head over here and let me try to smash it hard."
Ji Xingling: "..."
OK, Mr. Kobayashi's mineral water bottle is not a bottle, but a flying gunboat, a biochemical weapon.
After being disturbed by Gang San's people, several people lost their appetite and continued to eat. It was still early, Yu Yizhou and Ge Hao went to a nearby Internet cafe, Ji Xingling and Lin Jing returned to the classroom, one was lying on the table playing with the mobile phone, the other was yawning and flipping through the paper. The Dongshan Building has been built for some years. The trees outside the window are lush and strong, and there are thick shades in spring, summer and autumn. The sun will shine in through the gaps in the trees, shining patches of mottled light and shadow.
This is a very strange mood, especially during the lunch break, listening to the various voices of the students around me, it always makes people feel that the time is extraordinarily soft and long. Lin Jing made a mistake on a question and failed to find the eraser in the pencil case for a long time. Ji Xingling caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and threw his pencil case to him, but because of the momentary distraction, he was shot back by a shuttle of bullets from the opposite side. GAME OVER.
"..."
"Hang up?" Lin Jing handed over the earphones, "Please listen to the song."
Ji Xingling raised his hand in surrender: "I'm already sleepy enough, please raise your hand, don't let me listen to this hypnotic mantra again."
"It's not English listening." Lin Jing smiled, "It's really songs.
It's a song with a brisk melody, with whistles and guitars, and it fits perfectly with the campus in early autumn. Ji Xingling supported his head with one hand, and asked him casually: "With my English level, it's only natural that I don't understand the lyrics, right?"
"It's not a question of whether you can understand the lyrics." Lin Jing said, "It's a question of whether you can't understand the lyrics. It's not a question of English at all."
Ji Xingling paused, then lay down on the table without changing his face, and went to sleep!
The incandescent light tube on the ceiling cast a coin-sized light into the crook of the left arm, and then the light seemed to be blocked by the opponent's movement, first flickering, and then reappeared quickly.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a hand on the back of his head, rubbed it lightly, and his deskmate laughed uncontrollably.
Ji Xingling pulled out his right arm, threw a backhand, and lazily covered his hand.
The boy's fingers were long and slender, and his palm was warm and dry.
Lin Jing unlocked the phone with one hand, and replaced the French song with English listening.
As expected, Ji Xingling patted it dissatisfied.
Lin Jing withdrew his hand decisively.
Young Master Ji who slapped himself: "..."
Lin Jing lowered his head and grinned, continuing to work on the test paper.
The sound of the pen tip rustling, blending with the swaying tree shadows outside the window, diffused throughout the autumn.
…
The sports meeting in the afternoon, as Yu Yizhou said, all belong to the tragedy event of Class 1, Grade 2, and even the athletes themselves are Buddhas who "please don't come to see me ashamed, let me quickly finish the competition and be quickly forgotten" Because of the status, the general public does not intend to go to the auditorium to expose themselves to the sun and join in the fun, and they are going to disband after the time is over.
Lin Jing bought two bottles of water, and touched the face of his deskmate with the bottle when he came back: "Get up."
Ji Xingling was dreaming, and was terrified by the ice, his heart was beating wildly for a long time and he didn't recover: "Why is the way you wake people up so barbaric?"
"Do I still want to sing you a gentle good morning song?" Lin Jing threw the water over, "Hurry up, there are two minutes left for Teacher Wang to roll call in the stands."
Ji Xingling didn't have much energy in his sleep, so he staggered towards the stands as he dragged him: "I said, can you slow down, and Lao Wang doesn't care if you're a few minutes late... Hey bro, I have to go to the bathroom!"
Lin Jing: "..."
Because the young master's nap and wake-up ceremony was too cumbersome, when the two rushed to the auditorium, they were already ten minutes late, but it was fine because Lao Wang hadn't come yet.
Ji Xingling immediately poked his nose into his face: "Look, what did I say?"
Lin Jing didn't really want to talk to him.
It was hot and sunny in the stands, but Wang Hongyu couldn't wait for a long time. As the class monitor, Wei Xue was about to call the teacher when she saw the physical education teacher and Ning Fangfei rushing over with roll call books in their hands.
"Mr. Ning, why are you calling the roll?" Li Moyuan asked, "Where is Teacher Wang?"
"It's in the school infirmary." Ning Fangfei didn't explain much, "Come on, everyone be quiet, we'll take roll calls."
Lin Jing tilted his head: "Ms. Wang is sick?"
"No way, if you didn't criticize us in the morning for not even walking neatly in the phalanx, I think he is very lively." Ji Xingling glanced at the vicious sky, it didn't look like Autumn at all, and he didn't know what Ying Long was doing The fiery sun created by the mentality, "Oh, it is also possible to have heat stroke."
After Ning Fangfei finished the roll call, she left in a hurry. She will participate in the teachers' sports meeting later. Song Tao glanced at the rest of the students, and picked the tallest one among all those who had no project: "Lin Jing, stand up, can you run?"
"... What are you running for?"
"The 400 in the afternoon, and the men's relay tomorrow morning." Song Tao said, "Zhou Zhang at noon... Well, I accidentally fell and couldn't participate in the rest of the events. I have asked the school hospital to issue a certificate. You If you can run, follow me to the organizing committee to go through the formalities and get a new number plate."
"Okay." Lin Jing nodded readily.
There was a commotion in the class, the girls who originally planned to withdraw after the roll call stopped immediately, and changed to checking when the men's 400 meters would start. Boys were not very interested in the activity of "watching handsome guys", but when Ge Hao said that Lin Jing seemed to be really good at running, he thought it would be okay to watch it.
"Other classes have slogans, don't we have to think of one for Brother Lin?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter if you win or not, you can't lose in terms of momentum."
"The representative of the Chinese class, Bai Xiaoyu, quickly think of one for Brother Lin. It's best to win mentally first!"
"The mountain roars and the tsunami is a little bit."
"Then it will be a mountain roar and a tsunami."
Half an hour later, Class 1, Grade 2, forcibly pulled up a fiery red banner beside the 400-meter runway—Shan Hu tsunami, Brother Lin!
The effect is really good, because the athletes of other classes are paralyzed from laughing at the first sight, which is a strategic victory.
Outside the office building, Ji Xingling leaned his back against the wall, lowered his head and carelessly flicked on his phone.
Lin Jing came out of the elevator holding the number plate: "Hey, why are you here?"
Ji Xingling was wearing a school uniform, and threw the T-shirt in his hand to him: "Class uniform, I'll put it on for you first."