The teaching building of Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School is modern and modern. The glass walls are vertical to the ground. It is not against the law to parachute a UFO. There is really no need to use sugar-fried chestnuts to take the bus. Young Master Ji was in a bad mood, and redefined Lin Jing as a greasy old monster who had been integrated into human society for many years, but still pretended to be a greasy old monster who cheated and swindled everywhere—the kind that was not pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.
In the mathematics office, Li Jiansheng was chatting with two students. In fact, he didn't have much to worry about. He just communicated with the transfer students about their progress, emphasized the importance of mathematics, and introduced the class representative to Lin Jing, so that Li Moyuan could take care of the new students.
"Next week's exam may be a little over the mark for you, so you don't need to be under too much pressure." Li Jiansheng said, "Transfer is a special case, and this time the score will not be included in the big list."
"Thank you teacher." Lin Jing nodded, but at the same time he was a little confused, "What is the big list?"
"Exam total score." Li Moyuan pointed out the window, "It's next to the bulletin board."
Lin Jing looked in his direction, and there was a group of school workers busy posting the new list, which should be the ranking of the last final result.
Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School also has a similar list, but it only lists the top 100 in the grade, which belongs to the honor roll that everyone wants to be on. But Shanhai High School is much more brutal, from the first in the grade to the last in the grade, the scores are detailed to the ranking of each single subject. Lin Jing stood in front of the tall glass wall, and his gaze fell on the last familiar name—27 in mathematics, 38 in English
Li Moyuan, who is the first in the grade, also thinks this score is incredible, but since Ji Xingling is usually popular in the class, he still kindly added: "Maybe he was sick on the day of the exam."
Lin Jing said from the bottom of his heart: "Then he must be seriously ill."
As soon as the words fell, a basketball hit the ground with a "bang", bringing out a loud noise and a cloud of dust! Both of them were startled, and Ge Hao who was not far away was also startled, and asked the people around him in a daze: "Brother Xing, why did you suddenly throw away my basketball?"
Ji Xingling snorted coldly, turned around and entered the teaching building.
Ge Hao wanted to cry but had no choice but to show a smile that was uglier than crying to the two people next to the bulletin board - I don't know anything, really.
That unlucky basketball grumbled and stopped next to a pair of pointed leather shoes.
After seeing who the other party was, Ge Hao took a breath and ran back to the classroom on the second floor to report: "Brother Xing, Brother Xing! You were caught by the old cow for throwing things around!"
Lao Niu's name is Niu Weidong. He has the common hair loss troubles of most men. He always tries to pull his hair from the back to cover his forehead. He is a big user of styling spray. According to different techniques, his hairstyle is always erratic between old-school Hong Kong stars and Hualun classmates. Leather shoes Shiny, never wearing big pants and black sandals, he can be called the most fashionable middle-aged male teacher in the mountains and seas. It is said that in the early years, he belonged to the foreign-style youth who could dance Thunderbolt disco, but it was limited to the "early years". Now Director Niu is a true and strict teacher who even the chosen son like Li Moyuan would be afraid to meet.
"You two, are you alright?" Niu Weidong picked up the basketball with a grim expression.
Li Moyuan shook his head: "It's okay, Teacher Niu, let's go back to class right away."
Lin Jing asked softly, "Who?"
Li Moyuan: "Director."
Lin Jing: "..."
The dangerous behavior of throwing a classmate with a basketball will be punished wherever it is placed. Ji Xingling went to the teaching office, and successfully got back a handwritten 3,000-word self-criticism. Class 1 of the second year of high school also suffered a double-sit, deducting half of the civility points, honorably at the bottom of the whole grade.
Wang Hongyu was dizzy with anger, and called the culprit to his office during the big break: "Why did you throw a basketball at your classmates?"
Ji Xingling replied seriously: "Careless, slippery hands."
"The security department has brought in all the surveillance cameras. Can you call this a slippery hand?" Wang Hongyu turned the computer around, "Take a good look yourself!"
Ji Xingling glanced at the screen and felt that his actions at the time had nothing to do with "carelessness", so he changed his words: "I want to make a joke with my new classmate."
"Still sophistry!" Wang Hongyu raised his voice, "I'll ask again, why did you hit Li Moyuan with a basketball?"
Ji Xingling:
Students in Class 1, Grade 2 all know that their homeroom teacher looks kind, honest and smiling, but in reality is shrewd, wise and protective. Under his nose, he rarely succeeds in tricks. But even as shrewd and wise as Lao Wang, it is really impossible to connect this conflict with Lin Jing who just transferred a class time. Ji Xingling just stepped on the steps and admitted: "Because Li Moyuan got the first place in the grade, I'm jealous of him."
"You're jealous..." Wang Hongyu was in a complicated mood, and he couldn't organize his criticism for a long time. Just as the bell was about to ring, he stood up while copying his notebook: "Call your parents to come to school on Friday, now go and apologize to Li Moyuan."
Ji Xingling frowned imperceptibly: "Okay."
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good size.
The classroom was noisy, some people were doing problems, some were chatting about celebrities, Li Moyuan held half a piece of bread in his mouth, sorted out the papers with his left hand and flipped through the books with the right, showing exactly what it means to race against time to study, and then someone knocked on the table: "Hello. "
When the surroundings became quiet, Li Moyuan raised his head: "What's the matter?"
Ji Xingling remained expressionless: "I shouldn't have threatened you with basketball just because I was jealous of your good grades, I'm sorry."
Li Moyuan suspected that he was deeply hallucinating, his eyes were filled with "did you take the wrong medicine today", and the rest of the students were slightly surprised to show their respect. When did Young Master Ji care so much about his grades, he could still be dazzled by jealousy? , shouldn't his personality be that if he doesn't study hard, he can only go home and inherit hundreds of millions of property and so on
Wang Hongyu was very satisfied with the vigilant apology effect of the whole class, so he said majesticly: "Let's not take this as an example, and class is now."
Ji Xingling agreed, and walked back to his seat without looking sideways. Lin Jing had just arrived, and although he hadn't figured out the ins and outs of the incident for the time being, he also knew that 80% of the basketball had nothing to do with Li Moyuan. Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Young Master Ji stepped on him, and stretched out his hand coldly: "Give me back the things."
Lin Jing had been prepared for a long time, and returned the work guide and eight pink bills with both hands, planning to wipe out both money and debts from now on, and the rivers and lakes disappeared.
Ji Xingling glanced at it, and reminded condescendingly, "The hot pot bill is three hundred and five."
Lin Jing met the other party's staring eyes, and took out another hundred yuan from his wallet.
Ji Xingling continued, "I don't have any change."
Lin Jing almost blurted out "No need to look for it", but since the eldest young master was looking unhappy at this time, he took out his mobile phone: "Then I will forward it to you on WeChat."
Ji Xingling looked around, beckoned to Ge Hao, and entrusted him with the follow-up collection matters. His intention of "not wanting the greasy old monster to tarnish his noble circle of friends" was palpable, but Lin Jing's understanding was not enough, so he could only understand it as a result of a mental illness hostility. Instead, Ge Hao, with apologies for his new classmates and respect for the top student, sent another explanation——
Yuanshen: Brother Xing may not be in a good mood recently, don't worry about it.
Lin Jing gave up the idea of deleting friends, thought about it, and returned a smiley emoji.
There were five big classes in the morning, and it was hard to wait until the bell rang for the end of get out of class. A large group of boys embraced Ji Xingling, talked and laughed, and went to the cafeteria to eat. Lin Jing glanced at the tall and thin figure in the crowd, but did not expect him to have such a good popularity. The phone buzzed and vibrated on the table. It was a small group of friends from Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School, who were all concerned about the new life of the schoolmaster transferring to another school.
Da Da: Very good, but I seem to have accidentally offended the evil forces in the class.
BEAST: Hahahahahaha is it true or not
Bray: Brother, you won't be collectively isolated on the first day of class, will you
Wei: Who is so short-sighted, wait, Dad will avenge you.
BEAST: Transferring to another school and offending the school bullies, this is the beginning of a fantasy love idol drama.
Reachable:...
Lin Jing reflected on his inadvertence in making friends, and put his phone in his trouser pocket casually. Li Moyuan turned to him and asked, "To the cafeteria together?"
"Okay." Lin Jing packed up his books, "Let's go to Nan Restaurant."
There are two big canteens in Shanhai High School, Furong Court and South Restaurant. The first floor serves normal meals. The difference is that there is an additional area on the second floor of Furong Court. You can order meals without school subsidies. The price is high and it is relatively quiet. Lin Jing felt like a young master like Ji Xingling who was too lazy to line up, no matter what he thought, he should go straight to the second floor of Furong Garden, but there was an unexpected situation. Today, it was said that a sister who looked like a movie star came to the South Restaurant, so a group of boys They all ran to join in the fun, and surrounded the tomato scrambled egg window tightly. Seeing this, the unaware employees and maids hurriedly took the rice bowls and came to the last row, thinking that there was some delicious and cheap dish in front of them.
Lin Jing wanted to leave on the spot.
Li Moyuan was also puzzled: "Furong Garden is closed today?"
"Where is it?" A boy in the class passed by, and explained with a wink, "The young lady at window number three is like a little dragon girl."
Lin Jing looked at Ji Xingling, who was crowded in front of the team and seemed to be working hard and actively, with a rather indescribable expression.
And Young Master Ji also wanted to scold at this moment, he was pulled over by muddleheadedness, before he realized what was going on, he let the runaway grandchildren of the second class push him to the front, was he in the mood to eat It took a lot of effort even to squeeze out with an empty plate. Li Moyuan sat across from Lin Jing with fried noodles and a drink, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Jing looked away: "It's nothing."
"Ji Xingling, right?" Li Moyuan put on the straw, "He's usually easy to get along with. Do you have any conflicts?"
Lin Jing paused: "Did you see it?"
Li Moyuan smiled: "I have a good relationship with him. If you are jealous of your grades, you can also deceive Lao Wang."
Lin Jing recalled the whole story of his acquaintance with Ji Xingling, and felt that it was really inexplicable, and it was not worth pouring out his bitterness during the meal, so he said perfunctorily, "It's okay."
Ji Xingling walked past the table of the two of them, gave a cold "sneer", and exposed the lie of "it's okay" on the spot.
Lin Jing choked in his throat with a mouthful of fried noodles, and he didn't want to talk to this person at all.
When Ji Xingling returned to the classroom, the student on duty had just cleaned up the podium, and was surprised when he saw him: "Brother Xing, why didn't you go to eat?"
"There are too many people in the cafeteria, so I'm not hungry." Ji Xingling pulled away his chair, and casually sent a WeChat message to Yu Yizhou, asking him to come back and bring him a bottle of drink. The thick book of monsters was still stuffed in the table bucket, and the corners of a few big bills were faintly exposed. When they were pulled out, a silver-white card was brought to the ground by "Bada".
"..."
Ji Minglang is the head of the Monster Management Committee. Ji Xingling has been fascinated by it since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of weird things, but even if he is a monster who is not stingy, he knows that his identity documents must be kept safe. If you want to resolutely reject it, it can basically be identified as something wrong with your brain.
English teacher Ning Fangfei pushed the door open and came in, holding a thick stack of lesson plans in her arms. Ji Xingling, who was stuck in the middle of the classroom like a single seedling, was of course caught by her as a strong man, and took the job of distributing exercise books.
"The English score is not an example." Ning Fangfei has a kind personality, and she has no deterrent effect when criticizing students. "Look at you, you are tall and big, how can you burn like that in the exam, you need to strengthen physical exercise this semester."
"Well, thank you teacher." Ji Xingling appreciated her gentle knife, which was even more effective than the old cow in the teaching department to a certain extent.
In the final exam last semester, he really had a fever. Although he couldn't get a high score in the exam without a fever, he certainly wouldn't be able to add up to 100 in mathematics and English. The reason for the fever has nothing to do with physical fitness. Young unicorns will be sick for a long time during each growth cycle, dizzy, and there are tender willow sticks in their bones, and the taste is sour.
It is also for this reason that the adult Kirin Ji did not express dissatisfaction with his son's final grades, but the old father still trembled a little when the parents signed. The report card was too heart-wrenching, Ji Minglang agreed to his wife's proposal that afternoon - to move to Jiang'an Academy as soon as possible after the start of the new semester, and accept Bai Ze's indiscriminate care.
Around 1:30, the students who had finished eating returned to the classroom one after another. Yu Yizhou put the cold Coke on Ji Xingling's table: "Playing ball after school?"
Ji Xingling leaned back against the edge of the table: "I'm moving today."
"Are you really going to Jiang'an Bookstore?" Yu Yizhou, who is also the young master of Jingui, naturally resists the group rental community, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "What is Auntie thinking?"
Yes, what does my mother think? Ji Xingling was also puzzled, whether I would be able to go to Peking University or Tsinghua University if I moved? What's more, even Bai Ze himself has come out to spread 300 rumors, repeatedly emphasizing that he does not have the blue BUFF bonus to improve the combat effectiveness of all members, and the "Zhuangyuan District" hyped by the second-hand housing agency is not credible, they are all liars, then What else is necessary to move
Yu Yizhou patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.
The first two periods are English classes.
It is easy to get sleepy in the afternoon, and it is even more sleepy after eating a full stomach. Seeing that the class bell is ringing, the classroom is still yawning constantly, but Ning Fangfei has a unique way of "wake up the sleepy little boy", and arranges a group conversation on the spot After 15 minutes, three groups were randomly selected to perform impromptu performances on stage.
He woke up in an instant, wailing and begging Miss Ning to be merciful.
Ning Fangfei was amused by the teasing: "Follow the old rules and group into groups, two by two, hurry up!"
The "old rule" is that the front and back tables are paired, and Lin Jing sits in the sixth row, but the unlucky guy in the fifth row is said to have been infected with chickenpox and has already asked for leave until before the midterm exam. He originally planned to take the initiative to seek refuge with Li Moyuan, but Ning Fangfei's eyes were piercing and she pointed her finger: "Lin Jing, you and Ji Xingling are in the same group, Yu Yizhou, you don't need to participate in the situational practice, go to the office and help me get the paper."
Ji Xingling: "..."
Sister Ning, you really know how to arrange things.
Although Yu Yizhou often plays truant with Ji Xingling, and his overall grades are poor, but this grandson is the representative of the English class, and his oral English is a slippery one—the kind who spends his time abroad during the winter and summer vacations from elementary school to junior high school.
Lin Jing moved the chair and sat next to Ji Xingling.
The two handsome guys got together again, and the girls in the class didn't know who to envy.
But the handsome guy himself is obviously not in a good mood. Lin Jing opened the exercise book, looked up and asked, "Do you have any suggestions?"
"Practice by yourself." Ji Xingling turned the pen in his hand, a little impatiently, "Twenty or so groups, you may not be drawn."
"Are you sure?" Lin Jing wrote casually on the paper, "I'm new here, and the teachers are all curious. According to the usual practice, there is a 90% chance of being selected."
Ji Xingling: I don't want to talk.
"Otherwise, just this question," Lin Jing pointed casually, "discuss the illness."
Young Master Ji condescended and set his eyes on the book.
Two minutes later, Lin Jing pushed the written dialogue script over: "If you can't remember it, just bring your notebook and start."
Ji Xingling was dissatisfied: "Why should I start first?"
Lin Jing: "..."
Lin Jing: Hello Doctor.
That's about the same. Young Master Ji reluctantly accepted, glanced at the manuscript paper, and read it in a daze: ...Hi Mike, The lab sent back the results to your b...blood work, and it doesn't look good.
Lin Jing: What's Wrong
Ji Xingling: You've developed a serious infle...infection in your lungs, and you need...you need...you...
No, why is every sentence of mine so fucking long? !
Lin Jing pursed her lips, her eyes were innocent: "What's the matter?"
Ji Xingling pulled the dialogue script in front of him, his face paralyzed: "I'll go first."
Fifteen minutes later, as expected, Ning Fangfei drew Lin Jing and Ji Xingling in the first group.
Although most of Young Master Ji's lines were as simple as What's Wrong, Lin Jing spread the notebook on the podium to prevent the other party from getting stuck—his distrust of the scumbags was palpable. Ji Xingling was upset, and he didn't know where God's help came from, so he managed to get up to speed, and he only took a small glance the whole time, and successfully completed the entire conversation.
"Very good." Ning Fangfei took the lead in applauding, "The next group, Wei Xue and Zhang Tianming, come."
Ji Xingling sat back in his seat and glanced to the rear left with some complacency.
Lin Jing didn't know what was so good about being able to say "What's Wrong" fluently, and for a while she admired the other party's narcissistic skills.
The afternoon passed quickly. After the school bell rang, Lin Jing and Li Moyuan greeted each other, then went to the parking lot with their schoolbags on their backs. There were already several girls sitting in the school bus, and when they saw Lin Jing getting on the bus, they unconsciously lowered their tone of voice. Although the news about "a new handsome guy transferred from class 1, sophomore year" has spread throughout the school for the first time, the girls were still a little excited when this "handsome guy" appeared in front of them in a concrete form.
Lin Jing sat in the second row, plugged in the earphones and concentrated on listening to English. The driver turned his head around in the car, and the sunset was cut off by the tinted glass, leaving only a harmonious halo, enveloping the clean boy in school uniform and dyeing his eyelashes golden.
The female voice in the headset said, The story just begins.
The chirping of cicadas in summer has weakened, and the wind is blowing the yellowed leaves.
And the story has just begun.
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