After all, Li Jiansheng was still reluctant to let Lin Jing stand in the corridor as punishment, and he heard from Li Moyuan that he just had a cold, and he took advantage of this step to let the two of them return to the classroom within a quarter of an hour.
In the following time, Ji Xingling performed well and did not disturb Teacher Xiaolin to concentrate on his studies. It wasn't until the school bell rang at half past nine that I turned around and said, "I'll ask the driver to go back first, and we'll take the school bus together later."
Lin Jing packed her schoolbag: "Is this also part of your tedious apology ceremony?"
"..." To be honest, I thought I just finished the whole process in the corridor.
But according to the rules of the world, whoever slams the door first will lose.
So Ji Xingling only said "Oh" vaguely, and Mr. Xiaolin had the final say.
The moonlight this night was beautiful, and the silvery white shadows floated among the sparkling rockery lakes. When I looked up, there were still traces of cloud rings in the sky, white and crimson, and suddenly they seemed to be pierced by the wind and turned into scales-in fact, it was not wind, but Jiaolong, or horned dragon, or Yinglong , or other dragons, anyway, they always like to fly around in the sky. If it is midsummer in June, you may bump into Kun who is about to ride the wind to the Tianchi Lake in the South China Sea.
The traffic in the sky is also very congested.
And the school bus is crowded.
The two found a seat in the corner of the back row, and Lin Jing gave him an earplug as usual, and said lazily, "Translate after getting off the car."
Ji Xingling declined calmly: "It seems that there was no such link before."
"New rules, lest you be half-hearted." Lin Jing fastened his seat belt, "If you don't understand anything, write it down on your phone for the time being."
Then I'll probably keep it full.
The young master thought so at first.
But soon he discovered that if he didn't understand it, he really didn't understand it, but it was not realistic to memorize it all. The man with the subwoofer in the earphones probably rented a gold-plated recording studio that was priced by the second. He wished he could sing 8,000 words in a second, and his speech speed was comparable to that of the magical David who came to China to plant carrots. During the ten minutes of listening, the only thing Ji Xingling could remember was the applause at the end. The notepad on the phone was cleaner than Teacher Xiaolin's face.
A scumbag really has no dignity.
Lin Jing clicked the single loop before going to bed.
Yes, Xueba has already fallen asleep, and fell asleep when he got in the car. He wrapped himself with a thin Phoenix fire blanket, motionless, with a joyful appearance. At first glance, the students who got into the car might mistakenly think that Young Master Ji has unique taste and just stole a plastic model from somewhere.
Halfway through the car, a few drunks crossed the road, and the driver stepped on the brakes. The short-lived feeling of weightlessness made Lin Jing wake up from his dream, his heart was pounding and he tore off the blanket: "What's wrong?"
His voice was sleepy and hoarse, his eyes were thin red, his hair was messy, and he looked rather dazed overall. Mr. Kobayashi like this is not quite like the Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, but at most like a cartoon-shaped cotton hammer, which is harmless and loved by children.
Little friend Ji put the blanket back on his head: "It's okay, continue to sleep with you, don't want your image anymore, cover it up!"
Lin Jing: "..."
He asked in a muffled voice, "What was my image just now?"
Ji Xingling thought for a while: "Have you met Li Zhaocai?"
It was a big orange raised by the gatekeeper of the community, with a round cake face and drooping eyes, lying on the window with its front paws in its mouth for many years, maintaining a sleepy posture of half asleep.
Lin Jing raised a punch with precision.
Ji Xingling blocked his wrist and turned his head with a smile.
When the two returned to Jiang'an Academy, it happened to be in time for the elevator to be overhauled, and the fourth department was only half opened. Taking advantage of this time, Lin Jing asked, "How is your English listening?"
"I don't understand."
"impossible!"
Ji Xingling was stunned, there was nothing absolutely impossible about this.
"I specially picked children's English, you can't even understand the introduction of hamburgers, can you?"
"..."
Ji Xingling quickly chose the former between "My level is okay, but I just didn't listen carefully" and "It's too shameful that I can't even understand children's English".
"Well, I played a game for a while," he said.
Lin Jing was slightly speechless, and entered the elevator alone.
Ji Xingling followed behind him, and it didn't take long for him to realize: "That's not right, why do we need to applaud collectively when we introduce hamburgers?"
"What applause?"
"As far as you let me hear, I have been clapping and applauding."
Lin Jing pressed the historical record suspiciously.
Take a look, oh.
"What's your expression?"
"I'm sorry, I made a mistake and let you listen to the economic summit all the way."
Ji Xingling:
"I'll see you when I get home."
"No!" Ji Xingling wrapped his neck around him from behind and pulled him over forcefully, "Do you know that your behavior will dampen my motivation to study?"
"Ji Xingling, can you stop acting like a monkey!"
The two big boys staggered out of the elevator all the way, startling Hu Meimei who had just left the door.
"Auntie." Lin Jing straightened her schoolbag and stood up straight.
"Healed from the cold?" Hu Meimei said with a smile, "Go and put some things first, and then come over to have some soup. The fresh bamboo shoots I just brought from the countryside are very light when cooked."
Lin Jing has already discovered that the family next door eats heavily. Since the extra emphasis is on "blandness", it is likely that they are deliberately taking care of their own taste, so they are not polite.
The soup was stewed by Hu Meimei herself, using various fruits and vegetables from Qingqiu, the taste is fresh and sweet.
Lin Jing has always followed the sweet-talking route in front of his parents, unlike the discounted wholesale "Ji Xingling you are so powerful card", praise is very soulful.
As expected, Hu Meimei was coaxed into ecstasy. While adding soup to him, she educated the other: "I ate all the food. I have been picky eaters since I was a child. What's wrong?"
It's completely fine to chat here. But Hu Meimei found that after she finished her criticism, her son was still acting like a fool, poking carrots with a spoon, sitting still, and owed a lot, and a little bit of "packing it up for the girl next door" happened again. He turned to Lin Jing and complained: "Look at Xiaoxing, how spoiled he is by his father and grandparents. He doesn't care about picky food, let alone his studies. In the first year of junior high school, he scored 18 points in the math test. The people in the family can actually celebrate in different ways, which makes me very angry."
Ji Xingling: "Mom!"
"Oh, why are you so loud all of a sudden?"
Lin Jing pursed her lips: "Uncle Ji may be busy with work, so he doesn't care about his studies."
"No, my dad will still take care of it." Ji Xingling tried to rescue him, "It's that kind, although it seems like he's used to me, but it's actually very strict."
Hu Meimei looked at her son with a puzzled expression of "did you take the wrong medicine today".
Ji Xingling surrendered with one hand, we will explain this matter later, please don't talk now.
Lin Jing drank the last spoonful of soup and stood up politely: "Thank you, Auntie, then I will go home and study."
Ji Xingling: "..."
It hadn't been five hours since the pot buckle was handed over to Lao Ji, and he was double buckled back, aggressive and overpowering.
It can be seen from this that guarding the auspicious beast really cannot be provoked casually.
Ji Xingling wanted to look up to the sky and sigh deeply. He spent half a day mentally building up, and finally picked up a pile of homework and pretended to go to 1302 to knock on the door.
Lin Jing didn't eat at night, and was aroused by the soup just now. He was eating a can of biscuits. Seeing him coming in, he pushed him casually: "Do you want it?"
The atmosphere doesn't seem too bad? Sitting next to him, Ji Xingling cleared his throat symbolically.
Lin Jing waited for a minute, and his patience was basically exhausted: "You are not here to give a speech, why do you need to set aside time to make a draft?"
Young Master Ji was sniped innocently.
To be fair, I don't have a draft.
I'm just hesitant.
Lin Jing took the initiative, looked at him and said, "Li Moyuan transferred six yuan to me this morning, saying that you bought the eight-treasure porridge yesterday."
Ji Xingling didn't change his face: "Well, he didn't take the money, and I happened to be there, so I just scanned the QR code."
"Then why don't you ask me, why do you have to buy porridge again instead of eating the rice you brought?"
"Because you went home this afternoon."
"What about WeChat?"
"I didn't bring my phone."
"You scanned the QR code for Li Moyuan with your mind?"
"..."
"So you're angry with me because of the eight-treasure porridge?"
"How is it possible!" Brother Xing didn't, Brother Xing wouldn't, is Brother Xing such a naive person
"Ji Xingling."
"what?"
"you are cute."
"..."
Ji Xingling is now able to judge more accurately, which tone of Mr. Kuaguaji Xiaolin is random without emotion, and which tone is sincerely wanting to praise. Unfortunately, he felt that the words "you are so cute" just now came from the heart.
But you, Brother Xing, don't need such boasting!
If the gang of grandsons headed by Yu Yizhou knew about it, they would probably rise to heaven laughing on the spot.
So he resolutely refuted: "No, no, I'm not cute, you are cute, Teacher Xiaolin is the cutest."
Lin Jing handed him the biscuit tin and said with a smile, "I'll give you the remaining piece."
"Then you are not angry?"
"Um."
The word "um" is different from the "um" used when standing in the hallway, it is quite soulful.
Ji Xingling was in a good mood after successfully harvesting Teacher Xiaolin's spiritual forgiveness, and celebrated by doing a quiz on the spot.
Lin Jing took a closer look at the tablemate who miraculously figured out the correct answer, but couldn't hold back his mouth.
"Ji Xingling."
"Um."
"you are cute."
"Fuck, are you a repeater? I told you I'm not fucking cute!"
"oh."
After a while.
"Ji Xingling, you are amazing."
"... Please, let me study in peace."
Lin Jing buried her face in her arms, and lay on the table laughing until her shoulders trembled.
Ji Xingling was helpless and frustrated, so he could only grab the back of his neck with one hand, and squeezed it viciously with a bravado.
It's the same routine as threatening fat orange Li Zhaocai.
…
As the weather turns cooler day by day, the last yellow leaves on the campus are blown off wildly, leaving only evergreen bushes.
Wearing short sleeves, Yu Yizhou shivered in the wind: "I found out that brother Lin really has the foresight."
"What?" Ji Xingling raised his hand to shoot and hit a three-pointer with precision.
"I should have chosen men's aerobic gymnastics back then. It's better to be a mother than to fall into the hands of Lao Song."
Song Tao came over, just heard this sentence, he raised his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, yanked the whistle rope, and rushed to the track to warm up.
Men's rhythmic gymnastics classrooms are also in the stadium, a row of low rooms under the west stand, with large mirrors on the walls, where girls usually practice dancing, and there are Taekwondo interest clubs and so on. Ji Xingling resolutely carried out Mr. Song's concept of "warming up to fully stretch the muscles and bones", ran all the way to the west end of the runway, and glanced into the window.
Lin Jing who was clapping and dancing: "..."
Compared with basketball, football and running, men's rhythmic gymnastics is not so cool, and it can't meet the growing needs of adolescent boys to be handsome, especially this year's rhythmic gymnastics is particularly fancy. Junima is ugly. Therefore, more than 95% of the boys in this classroom were forced to exile because their hand speed was too slow when choosing courses.
Or passing by someone who has nothing to do and is already handsome, but despicably snatches the handsome basketball class and comes to see the lively school girls.
Lin Jing pointed with one hand, you go to class honestly!
Ji Xingling leaned against the window, shaking his head awkwardly, "I won't go, you continue dancing, dancing in the Canyon of Kings."
Lin Jing was going to be pissed off by him.
"Okay, let's form a team and sit down and stretch your legs and stretch your muscles." The physical education teacher clapped his hands, "Warm up for five minutes."
Lin Jing's partner is Dong Xiong from Class Six, the drummer of the school band. Lin Jing was already quite tall, but he still had a head to show, and he was very tall. So Ji Xingling watched helplessly as his Teacher Xiao Lin was pulled on the wrist by the other party, stretched his muscles and bones on the spot, twisted into pain and screamed like a chicken.
"Hey!" Ji Xingling pushed open the window dissatisfied, "Dong Xiong, can you be a little lighter?"
Lin Jing: "..."
The physical education teacher was puzzled: "Which class are you in? What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and go to class!"
Ji Xingling continued to care: "Is your leg okay?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Jing felt that the degree of embarrassment was about the same as standing on the flag raising platform and doing men's aerobics.
The physical education teacher urged him again, and Ji Xingling was about to close the window, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a bunch of abnormal black...mane on the back of Dong Xiong's head, and it was still growing.
Fuck me!
Ji Xingling didn't have time to think about it, he slammed into the door with a "bang", and before everyone could react, he pulled the school uniform from one side and put it on the opponent's head.
"Let go!" The physical education teacher was taken aback, and hurried over to pull.
Dong Xiong has already reacted, no matter how burly he is, he is only a teenage boy on the inside, he is still flustered, he hurriedly put on his school uniform and ran to the bathroom. Lin Jing asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"
"..." Ji Xingling couldn't think of any good excuse for the time being, so he rubbed his nose and said, "Just kidding him."
The physical education teacher on the side was so angry that he wanted to take a look at his student ID: "I'll be in my office after class, now go to class first."
Ji Xingling said "Oh", before going back to the basketball court, he went to the bathroom and asked the person standing in front of the mirror, "How are you?"
"No, just now... I haven't slept well for the past few days." Dong Xiong's appearance has returned to normal, and he said in shock, "Thank you."
"It's okay, let's go back." Ji Xingling reminded again, "Warm up more lightly next time." My teacher Xiao Lin is very precious, do you know it, so handle it with care.
"Hello!" Dong Xiong called him, a little curious, "You...I'm refuting, what are you?"
"Let's talk about it in the future." Ji Xingling whistled and walked away coolly.
But it didn't last an hour.
After class, he was first called to Wang Hongyu's office by his rhythmic exercise teacher, where he received rounds of criticism. After returning to the classroom, Yu Yizhou stopped him and asked in shock: "I heard that because Dong Xiong pulled Lin Jing, you kicked the door fiercely to fight with him. Is it true?"
"Of course it's false. What kind of mentally handicapped rumor is this? Do you have an IQ?"
"I have, but it's hard to say whether you have it now."
Ji Xingling held his head down, and the two entered the classroom twisting like little chickens. Lin Jing originally wanted to ask about the physical education class, but seeing that he was laughing and laughing, and he didn't seem to be criticized much, so he continued to do the questions with confidence. Ji Xingling caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and heaved a sigh of relief—otherwise he really didn't think about how to explain it.
Later, Dong Xiong talked to his physical education teacher again, trying to cover up the turmoil with a "joke", but most of the students didn't know that there was a follow-up, so the only impression of the whole thing was basically that it was "Lin Jing returns to Ji Xingling's cover, and the slightest touch will make me hairy." In particular, new news came from the men's aerobics class, saying that Dong Xiong didn't dare to pull Lin Jing too hard in the physical education class after that, and he held his breath very carefully and cautiously.
It's solid.
It is already completely cold in late autumn, and breathing will condense white mist in the air.
Because of late self-study, Mr. Xiao Lin had to postpone the start of the cram school at 8 o'clock. After returning home, he took a shower and brushed his teeth, which was almost exactly eleven o'clock. Jiang Fenfang changed him into thick home clothes, which felt fluffy and very warm to the touch. Such a comparison, it seems that the young master Ji who is still wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt next to him has a strange skeleton, and he has a little 250 intentions of "freezing himself and catching a cold so that he doesn't have to take the mid-term exam and accept the 450 test".
Lin Jing wrapped him in a blanket, and checked his homework with a large water glass. Ji Xingling watched happily from the side: "Don't say it, you really look like a teacher, why don't you take the exam to Peking University and take the normal exam instead."
"It's enough to have you alone." Lin Jing looked at the dog crawling all over the page, testing back and forth on the verge of cursing, "Didn't I ask you to practice calligraphy?"
"You asked me to study hard for the 500 exam. I can't achieve it in a short period of time. Rome wasn't built in a day." Ji Xingling had many reasons, and he was very confident. Minor progress, and positive praise." He said while taking a big sip from the other party's water glass, and then returned it, "Even Lao Wang praised me, I can read the words."
Lin Jing glanced at her cup, then at him.
"Forget." You are a noble clean freak, "Otherwise I will pay you another one."
Lin Jing thought of the giant silver insulated cup and chose to refuse.
"It's okay, I can drink on the other side."
"..." If the person who said this was Yu Yizhou, Ji Xingling might think that the other party was mentally ill, but if it was Teacher Xiao Lin, the young master still had a feeling of being affirmed.
Absolutely!
Lin Jing made a list on the paper. If Chinese is 100, English is 80, mathematics is 80, and comprehensive is 190, the total is exactly 450.
It doesn't seem to be very difficult.
Ji Xingling explained: "No, it's not difficult for you, but it's still difficult for me."
"But they said Shanhai's midterm exam was super easy."
"That's because the 'they' you asked were Li Moyuan." And Li Moyuan, like you, is not a human being, but a learning machine.
"...but you are also studying hard." Lin Jing rubbed his head, lovingly encouraged, "It's okay, come on."
"What if you fail the exam?" Ji Xingling leaned back on his palm, playing tricks.
Lin Jing withdrew his hand and said very emotionlessly: "Then I will expel you from the division."
Ji Xingling was caught off guard and ran out of leverage, and almost lay on his back on the carpet.
"Fuck!"
"Do the math."
"..."
Ji Xingling put his arm around his shoulders, earnestly said: "You are a good student, don't imitate other people's swearing."
Then he thought about it, and added: "You have to give full play to your strengths, and try to snipe as gracefully as possible, you know?"
Lin Jing continued to lower his head to do the questions, with a smile on his lips. From Ji Xingling's perspective, he could just see some pointy canine teeth.
So he returned all the "You are so cute" cards he received some time ago to Teacher Xiaolin with his mind.
twelve o'clock in the morning.
"are not you sleepy?"
"Have you finished your math?"
"Not done, but I'm requesting to lie down for five minutes, no, ten minutes."
Lin Jing was working on a big problem, so he didn't bother to talk to him. The young master just took the opportunity to be lazy, probably because he felt that these ten minutes were hard-earned and could not be wasted on the hard table, so he naturally transferred to the soft bed.
Pulled the quilt a little, and fell asleep in seconds.
Lin Jing sent Hu Meimei a WeChat message, reporting that someone might learn about not returning home at night again. This time Ji Xingling slept very well, occupying less than half of the space. After Lin Jing finished his homework, he stood by the bed and thought about it, but he still didn't go to the master bedroom next door.
The bedside lamp was also off.
The aroma is light and lingering.
…
The alarm clock in the morning still rings iron-blooded and ruthless.
Ji Xingling woke up from the ulterior dream, and wiped his face in a daze.
Lin Jing fumbled to turn off the alarm clock, habitually covered his head with a pillow, and said hoarsely: "There is a disposable toothbrush in the left drawer."
Ji Xingling said "um" in embarrassment, and slipped into the bathroom with a guilty conscience.
Lin Jing opened his eyes a little, then closed them again, turned slightly sideways, and curled up his knees.
The bathroom is filled with the fragrance of the bath liquid, just like in the dream, it is all related to the mist in the mountains. Ji Xingling had to wash his face with cold water for a long time, so as to calm down the restless blood vessels. When he unscrewed the bathroom door, Lin Jing had already changed his clothes: "Morning."
"Morning." Ji Xingling leaned against the door, trying to act like a gentleman and a dog, "By the way, why didn't you call me last night? My mother said that I was not honest when I was a child and didn't kick me you?"
"It's okay." Lin Jing stood in front of the sink and squeezed toothpaste, "I'm also quite sleepy, as long as you don't kick me out of bed, the rest is fine."
"That shouldn't be the case."
"Um."
What the hell is this unhealthy morning conversation.
Ji Xingling patted his head: "Then I'll go back first, that, do you want to wait for you to go to school together?"
Lin Jing turned on the electric toothbrush, lowered his eyes slightly, and said a vague "hmm".