A few girls squeezed into Lin Jing's seat, chatting with Wei Xue at the front table.
Ji Xingling paused slightly.
Perhaps seeing his doubts, Bai Xiaoyu took the initiative to explain: "I just heard from Mr. Li that Lin Jing seemed to have a severe fever, so he asked for leave and went home."
"Oh." Ji Xingling replied indifferently, dragged the chair and sat down without asking any further questions.
Marxism-Leninism is a famous political teacher in Jincheng and even the whole country. Many teachers from impoverished areas came to observe and study in this class, and they were all crowded in the back row of the classroom. Ji Xingling sat next to one, and Tang Yaoxun appeared at the back door of the classroom from time to time, so He could only listen to two big lectures honestly, and didn't have a chance to look at his phone until after school.
There is no number behind the duck's avatar, but Li Moyuan's six yuan transfer is very obvious.
Ji Xingling threw the phone into the table bucket, and leaned back against the table: "Hey, are you going to play ball after school?"
"Okay." Yu Yizhou agreed, and then asked worriedly, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you today, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Ji Xingling threw the pen back into the pencil case, "I'm sleepy."
It's nothing more than... the eldest young master who has never taken care of others. After finally taking care of him once, he walked around the cafeteria and picked porridge and fish that didn't have scallion, ginger and spicy. But the other party didn't appreciate it. Li Moyuan brought cold instant porridge. It's not good to care about being ignored, and at the age of sixteen or seventeen, you tend to care about some things, even if they are small and insignificant, like a needle soaked in lemon juice, it can always be precisely stuck in the on the most sensitive nerves.
It's quite sour, really sour.
Ji Xingling stepped on the table frame with one foot, raised the chair and dangled it around.
Cut, like to eat or not.
…
In the evening, the wind outside the window was even stronger.
Lin Jing went home in the afternoon and took a nap first, then slept again after dinner, and didn't sit up until nine o'clock yawning. Wechat displayed a series of new messages, most of which were greetings from classmates, reminding him to pay more attention to rest, and the class group also swiped the omnipotent "drink more hot water" for a long time, full of collective warmth.
The only thing that is not warm is the neighbor next door.
Ruthless, your brother Xing's WeChat avatar is also very cold, and the darkness remains unchanged for thousands of years.
Lin Jing also deliberately clicked on it to see that the last message was still there last night, and it was not due to a network delay.
"..."
"Auntie!" Lin Jing stepped on her slippers and asked standing at the door of the bedroom, "Did anyone knock on the door while I was sleeping?"
"No." Jiang Fenfang was knitting a sweater, "Oh, the business committee came to collect signatures, and a general election is coming."
Teacher Kobayashi has no interest in the election of the industry committee, even if an Ultraman is elected. He hurriedly put on his thick coat, picked up the exercise book and papers on the table: "I'll go next door to do my homework for two hours."
"Are you going there tonight?" Jiang Fenfang stood up in surprise, "You are sick, so go to bed early."
"It's okay, I woke up." Lin Jing sniffed, turned on the handle and rushed out, just in time for the elevator door to open.
Ji Xingling was carrying his schoolbag: "..."
Lin Jing asked, "You just came back?"
"Playing ball." Ji Xingling glanced at his hands, and said in a dull tone, "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."
"So have you finished your homework?"
"Copy it tomorrow."
"Ji Xingling, why are you copying homework again?"
"I won't do it anyway, copy it."
"Then do you still want to take the 500 exam in the mid-term?"
Ji Xingling got a little impatient when he heard it, and closed the door behind his back with a "bang".
Lin Jing: "..."
Hu Meimei on the sofa was taken aback: "Are you closing the door or tearing it down?"
"Go take a shower." Ji Xingling threw his schoolbag on the sofa and walked straight into the bedroom.
Hu Meimei came over and knocked on the door suspiciously: "Who provoked you again?"
Ji Xingling was too lazy to talk, he just turned the shower head to the maximum, and turned on the bathroom stereo casually.
“A group of very cold tourists are sitting in a cafe in old Quebec.”
Ji Xingling:
He just remembered that he listened to Mr. Xiaolin's suggestion two days ago and just changed the music to English listening.
When Hu Meimei heard the English recitation coming from inside, she was confused for a while, wondering why her son was so angry that he was still in the mood to study, and whether Bai Ze's guard was so easy to use.
The young master turned off the hair dryer in the peasant celebration "The harvest of lemons".
It's pretty damn good.
All sour hallucinations.
Hu Meimei asked: "Do you need a heart-to-heart talk?"
Ji Xingling lay on the bed in the bedroom: "I don't need it for now."
"Okay." In view of her son's good performance during this time, Hu Meimei didn't question him too much, and took the initiative to close the bedroom door for him, leaving a separate space for the adolescent boy.
The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, and a small green WeChat bar popped up.
Li Moyuan, who is busy with studies, may have just taken a shower, so he finally has time to look at the message list.
Mr. Li: Ji Xingling, why don't you charge money.
Mr. Li: It was given by Lin Jing.
Mr. Li: Just the eight-treasure porridge at noon.
Mr. Li: By the way, are you neighbors? How is his cold? I sent a message and he didn't reply.
Mr. Li: Are you asleep
"Ding ding dong dong", Ji Xingling's hands are numb from the shock, fuck it, you should be in a cross talk group with Yu Yizhou, why are you so talkative, and Lin Jing has a cold and can't sleep well, why should I To know.
Brother Xing: I don’t want the money anymore, you can refund him.
Mr. Li: Oh, that’s fine.
Li Moyuan clicked on the head of the duck, and transferred the six dollars back.
But Mr. Kobayashi shut down the phone in anger.
As for why he was angry—he was sick and went home without being cared by his deskmate all afternoon, and was locked out of 1301. The whole thing is simply inexplicable, so you can still get angry appropriately.
A cold snap froze the air and the wind blew all night.
Jincheng seldom has autumn, and always steps forward from summer to winter. It seems that two days ago they were still complaining about the sun at the sports meeting, but the next day, the people of the city folded their arms and shivered against the wind.
As soon as Lin Jing arrived at school, he was arrested by Li Moyuan to ask a math problem. I don't know which competition book he found it from. The problem is very complicated. The two of them worked together for a long time before they could barely solve the first step.
Li Moyuan: "Since none of us can do it, I reasonably suspect that the title is wrong."
Hearing this at the front table, he silently gave a thumbs up, dads are awesome.
Lin Jing erased the old drawing and was about to draw a new one when the chair next to him was dragged heavily. Ji Xingling has always had thorns on his body, and he was very quiet wherever he went. Lin Jing glanced at him but didn't say hello, and continued Study the topic with Li Moyuan. Yu Yizhou in the back row saw the abnormality, and propped his head with one hand, tsk tsk—fucked for a long time, what's the problem
Teenagers are always not good at hiding their thoughts, and putting it here with the eldest young master has a little bit more disdain to hide it. So throughout the morning, the two of them tacitly didn't look at each other again, and kept to the "38th line" that didn't exist. At noon, Lin Jing packed up his things and went to eat with Li Moyuan. Yu Yizhou carried Ji Xingling and walked out laughing as usual. Only Ge Hao was more confused, so he took the time to ask him, "Brother Yu, don't you really think Brother Xing is not right?"
"Small things." Yu Yizhou patted him on the shoulder, holding the mentality of watching a movie that only fears the world will not be chaotic, and only those who are intimate and young are qualified to have, Yi Le, "Just don't recruit him."
This is so much fun, after all since childhood, it has always been the young master who makes others unhappy, this seems to be the first time it has been reversed.
It is a rare thing, passing by, not to be missed.
During the big class break in the afternoon, Lin Jing was called to the office by Wang Hongyu. Wei Xue took out a bottle of eight-treasure porridge from the table bucket, looked at the date habitually before opening it, and widened her eyes: "No way, why did Lin Jing give me expired food?"
"I just bought it for him yesterday. How could it be expired?" Li Moyuan leaned over, "No, it's still a year away. Sister Xue, what level of mathematics do you have?"
"..." Wei Xue took out her own tableware, "I may be starving, but the rice noodle casserole in the new window of Furongyuan is really unpalatable, no different from plastic."
Ji Xingling patted the table from behind: "Li Moyuan."
"Um?"
"What did Lin Jing eat for lunch yesterday?"
"Congee, there are fish and so on, why do you ask this?"
Ji Xingling paused for a moment, then pointed at Wei Xue's table: "Then why does he want you to buy this thing?"
"He doesn't have any utensils to eat." Li Moyuan replied, "I just want to use a spoon in the eight-treasure porridge."
Ji Xingling: ... What the fuck
Where is my teacher Kobayashi? !