The report card needs to be signed by the parents. Hu Meimei did not express dissatisfaction with her son's score of more than 300, after all, the growing period is there. It was Young Master Ji himself, who rarely felt a trace of guilt, and took the initiative to explain: "Our math papers last semester were really difficult. Well, let's see if my Chinese and comprehensive are not bad."
Hu Meimei glanced at it, and it was indeed okay, but it was not appropriate to look joyful at this kind of tattered report card, so she just said: "Next time, you have to do well in math and English."
"Well, I'll study next door later." Ji Xingling put away the report card, and fiddled with his hair twice in front of the mirror, "Mom, do you think I should get a haircut?"
Hu Meimei glared at him: "Before Chinese New Year, you were urged five or six times not to go, but now that I think about it, it's not yet the first month, so you're not allowed to cut your hair!"
Ji Xingling thought for a long time before he realized that there seemed to be a proverb about "don't shave your head in the first month", so he emphasized: "I don't think my hair has anything to do with my uncle."
"You're not allowed to go, we're going to have a party in two days, you don't mean to cause trouble for him." Hu Meimei stood up, "Okay, let's eat."
Since my uncle's impression of the Qilin family was already bad enough, Ji Xingling thought, okay, I can cut it next month.
But when he went to 1302 to review in the afternoon, he still asked: "Do you really think Yu Yizhou's hairstyle looks good?"
Lin Jing was doing math, and when he interrupted him, he didn't realize it for a while, and asked wonderingly, "What kind of hairstyle is Yu Yizhou? Didn't he just cut it a little shorter?"
"Well, it was shortened a bit, but you read it several times."
Lin Jing was convinced by his continuous jealousy, and had to explain seriously: "I said, I didn't look at him, I was looking at the Band-Aid."
"What's so cool about a Band-Aid."
"Then what's so good about Yu Yizhou's new hairstyle?"
"How do I know, aren't you watching?"
Lin Jing:
Ji Xingling laughed, and then said, "I'm just kidding you."
Speechlessly, Lin Jing patted a pen: "Do your math well!"
Ji Xingling responded, but he didn't mess around anymore. After all, Brother Xing doesn't want to perform and eat test papers, so you still have to get 450 in the test. The sunlight seems to take special care of this small bedroom, and after slanting to the west, it also stubbornly drags a tail until it slowly disappears at the last moment. Time flows quietly, the air is filled with the aroma of hot cocoa, Ji Xingling's heart twitches, and he thinks of the previous afternoon in Ningcheng, the glass window of the cafe, and the hug through the doll costume, and the corners of his mouth are also raised .
Lin Jing couldn't help asking, "Why are you staring at the math problem with affection."
Ji Xingling replied narcissistically: "Because I think I am really romantic."
Mr. Xiao Lin dragged his paper to check: "To be honest, it may be that you are unilaterally romantic about mathematics, and mathematics doesn't want to talk to you."
"I'm not romantic about mathematics, I'm romantic about you." Ji Xingling stretched his wrist, "Why are you watching English again, and you want to participate in that innovative English competition? I think many of them seem to be preparing."
"No, I took the first year of junior high school."
"..."
Brother Xing doesn't quite understand whether "National First Prize" is the abbreviation of "National First Prize", but it's over if you are awesome. In order to show that I am not too ignorant, I added another sentence: "Is it possible to get extra points for the college entrance examination?"
"It's useless." Lin Jing said, "The school and major I want to go to don't recognize the extra points in this competition. The purpose of participating is purely to win more awards for the school."
Ji Xingling was speechless, and reached out to rub his head: "Why are you so good?"
"You can do the questions quietly all afternoon, and you're super good." Lin Jing smiled and rubbed his temple with a finger, "Are you tired?"
"I'm not tired." Ji Xingling leaned on his fingertips and rubbed it shamelessly, "I think I don't have to go to school anymore, just wait for you to give me a lecture."
"Okay." Lin Jing palmed up, "Give me the tuition first."
Ji Xingling lowered his head and quickly kissed her.
Teacher Kobayashi: "..."
The young master has an upright face, I didn't steal the kiss, I pay the tuition!
Lin Jing felt that this was not good. If he kept pampering, he would only be able to recite it in 3,500 years of the monkey.
So he said: "Don't take it as an example, otherwise 450 will rise to 460."
Ji Xingling was suddenly heartbroken: "The underworld usury doesn't have the same way of raising money as you do."
"The state stipulates that the annual interest rate exceeds 36% to be considered a usury, and if it rises from 450 to 460, it can basically be regarded as an interest-free loan for the government to help poor women." Lin Jing ordered sharply, "Hurry up and learn!"
Poor women in need of help, Brother Xing, you have nothing to refute, so you can only continue reading.
While doing the questions, Lin Jing held his left hand lightly without changing his face, as if he could hold the stolen kiss just now.
Soft, light, lips seem a little dry.
He couldn't help but turned his head and observed it carefully.
Ji Xingling asked casually, "What's wrong?"
"Your mouth is dry."
Logically speaking, his mouth is a little dry, so he can still receive a kiss no matter what.
But what if 450 really rises to 460
Ji Xingling immediately said, "It's okay, I'll drink more hot water."
Lin Jing pursed her lips in joy, turned on her phone, ordered a lip balm, and deliberately chose a plain white tube, lest someone refuse to use it for another half an hour.
The intra-city flash delivery is very fast, and it will arrive within 30 minutes. After Lin Jing took back the courier, he unwrapped the package and smelled it himself first: "It seems to smell like mint, try it."
As expected, Ji Xingling said, "What a mother."
Lin Jing was already prepared for this: "Your mouth is dry and bloody, so you are very MAN, fierce and tough?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
What devil wording!
The lip balm is the kind that is squeezed out and then applied. Ji Xingling wiped it on a few times casually, and the task was completed. Sitting next to him, Lin Jing was hesitating to say something, why would someone not even paint this thing well, and you really don't feel bad if you get a big piece of it? In the end, the obsessive-compulsive disorder couldn't hold back, pinched his chin and forced his head to turn around, and rubbed his fingers again: "Okay."
Ji Xingling still maintained the posture just now, half of the ferry distance on the Yangtze River Bridge was calculated, and suddenly he was pulled and touched his mouth for a long time. His mind was not very bright, and he only said: "This thing is quite cold."
"Well, mint ones." Lin Jing took out a tissue, trying to wipe off the rest of his fingers, but Ji Xingling reacted at this time, and grabbed his wrist, "No, don't waste it!"
Lin Jing guessed his thoughts, and instinctively wanted to hide, but his lips had already touched a little coldness—it was his fingertips, held by him, and he applied it carefully, which was ten thousand times more serious than the one just now. .
The distance between the two was very close, and there was a faint smell of mint in the air. After Ji Xingling finished painting, he held his finger in the palm of his hand again, and kissed through the back of his finger. When he raised his head, there was a little smile in his bright eyes. He was naughty, mean and frank, I didn't kiss you, I kissed you Myself.
Playing tricks is also very su and flirtatious.
At least Mr. Kobayashi was teased.
He withdrew his hand: "Ji Xingling, if you do this again, I will force you to take the Peking University exam together."
Brother Xing's body trembled: "Are you angry?"
"No." Lin Jing continued to do math, "I love you like crazy."
Teacher Kobayashi's brand of love words, straightforward and passionate love words, and expressionless love words.
However, Ji Xingling was very fond of this kind of thing, so he went crazy when doing the questions. After dinner, he ran back to 1302, possessed by a schoolmaster, and frantically brushed his papers. He was sent back to bed after twelve o'clock in the evening.
I was still reciting words in my dream.
Two days before the first exam, another small incident happened in the mountains and seas.
After school at noon that day, Ji Xingling and Lin Jing went to the vice-principal's office to set up a small happy dinner table as usual, but when they opened the door, they saw teachers standing all over the room, and they were stunned: "...report."
This scene is so fucking scary!
"It's okay, come in." Tang Yaoxun stood up, "We're going to the conference room too."
The two stood respectfully by the coffee table, watching the group of bigwigs leave the office. Niu Weidong was the last to leave. He glanced back and thought that these two boys were tall and handsome, especially Ji Xingling. So I warned: "You are about to enter the third year of high school, you still have to focus on your studies, and when you get to college, you will have a lot of time to fall in love."
Ji Xingling:
Lin Jing:
Niu Weidong left as soon as he finished speaking, ignoring that someone was crazy and guilty. Lin Jing asked in confusion and surprise: "Have we been exposed?"
"If it's really exposed, it's time for the vice principal to talk in person." Ji Xingling sent a WeChat message to Ge Hao, and it didn't take long to receive a reply, saying that the whole school has spread the word that there is a physics master in the third-year competition class, and he took it by himself. After reaching the recommendation quota, I fell in love with a girl in the science class. It seemed that the character was relatively scumbag, the process was unclear, and the result was that the girl's grades plummeted, from grade 20 to 500. It seemed that there were parents coming to the school to make trouble this morning.
Lin Jing: "..."
Ji Xingling took the opportunity to diss Hongmao: "Look, I told you to stay away from competition."
Lin Jing helped him heat up the food and was too lazy to bother.
The eldest young master leaned on the sofa and said with emotion: "I've been with you for so long, I even forgot. It turns out that the normal function of puppy love should be to affect study."
"Then I will try to influence you from the bottom of the grade to 985." Lin Jing wiped his hands and sent a WeChat message to Li Moyuan, reminding him to be careful in the future. If something like this happens in school, it is estimated that there will be another wave of puppy love .
Ge Hao's small gossip speaker is very conscientious, playing almost in real time. Before the two of them finished their meal, the incident had developed from "the puppy love between the boss of the competition class and the senior in the science class" to "the anonymous space of the senior was dug out", and then evolved into doubts about Tang Yaoxun and criticism.
Lin Jing didn't quite understand: "What does this have to do with Principal Tang?"
Ji Xingling handed him the phone.
Senior sister’s diary is very messy. Apart from dating, she also has busy schoolwork. Principal Tang is mentioned in the middle, which roughly means that since he came, the pressure has become greater, and he needs to take medicine to barely keep up with the progress, and he is about to collapse. Depressed or something. It just happened to be used by a reporter to make a fuss, saying that regardless of the differences between the two schools, Tang Yaoxun blindly used the model of Ninth High School to apply to Shanhaitou in order to improve the enrollment rate, and this situation occurred.
"After Principal Tang came, except for the evening self-study and the mobile phone, the rest seems to be fine." Lin Jing asked, "Do you feel a lot of pressure?"
Ji Xingling answered truthfully, my pressure mainly comes from you, and has nothing to do with the vice principal.
"..."
There was a lot of commotion on the Internet, and there might be other schools and Tang Yaoxun's political opponents in the middle to stir up trouble. It wasn't until Shanhai's first-term exams were over that all kinds of rumors and criticisms were suppressed a little bit.
The last one was English. Lin Jing handed in the paper half an hour earlier and waited downstairs in Wutong Building—yes, Ji Xingling didn't perform well at the end of the semester, so he went back to Wutong Building this time. The young master stepped on the bell to come out last, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the answer."
"So proactive?" Lin Jing took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, "Did you do well in the exam or not?"
"I actually understood everything in the first listening part." Ji Xingling said while explaining the answer, "I was so confused that I didn't understand the second listening part at the beginning and missed a few sentences."
Lin Jing: "..." What kind of futile performance is this that you have been settled for thousands of years and can't stand the outbreak overnight.
"It's true." Ji Xingling handed him both pieces of paper, "Look."
"Well, you're absolutely right." Lin Jing smiled, "What kind of reward do you want? I'll treat you to a dry pot bullfrog, okay?" He said he wanted to eat it when he first transferred to Shanhai, but he still hasn't been able to fulfill it.
Ji Xingling's diet has become a little more free this semester, but it is limited to the restaurants that Hu Meimei has selected, and roadside restaurants opened by unknown owners are definitely not acceptable. So he made a compromise: "I don't eat bullfrogs, I want to eat a good meal."
"Okay." Lin Jing looked at his answer, ninety percent was very interesting, "It's okay to have two good meals, which one?"
Ji Xingling sent a WeChat message to his mother, saying that he would go out for dinner tonight, and it shouldn't be too expensive.
Hu Meimei replied quickly, then go to Aunt Zhou's new restaurant, it seems to be a western food, she is so stingy, she will not be willing to add lingonberry to the ingredients.
Ji Xingling asked, "Would you like Western food? It's quite close to the school, in the Ocean Center."
"You can make an order." Lin Jing shook his phone, "But don't compete with me to pay the bill, just agree and I will treat you."
I will never grab it! Ji Xingling wrapped his shoulders with one hand, and someone pampered him.
Hu Meimei only sent an address and the name of the store, what is it called cooking, and it is on the top floor of the Ocean Center. The front door was very small, and the two of them searched for a long time according to the house number before finding it. The reception lady had already been greeted, and as soon as she heard it, she enthusiastically said that the seat had been reserved, and gave each of them an apron.
Ji Xingling felt that something was wrong, so he glanced at Lin Jing.
Lin Jing was also wondering why there are western restaurants that serve out aprons before they are seated, but he saw that Ji Xingling seemed to be quite calm, so he thought it might be because he had never seen the world, so he didn't ask further.
In this way, the two were led into a large classroom.
Yes, the classroom.
Cooking classroom.
This fucking is a culinary training class.
Or it can't be called a "class", that is, housewives or white-collar workers have nothing to do on weekends, so they come to learn two dishes, which is a place for entertainment, and it is almost the same as the flower arrangement class and pottery class that were popular in the past few years. Nature, business is not bad.
But the appearance of two high school students still wearing school uniforms is very curious and surprising.
Just when Ji Xingling was going to drag Teacher Xiao Lin to leave this mysterious oolong, Aunt Zhou appeared. She and Hu Meimei were almost the same style, both charming and beautiful, with an unfriendly face, and said enthusiastically: "Xiaoxing just finished the exam, so she and her classmates came to make a cake for her mother."
"..."
It was only then that the two noticed that the theme of the PPT on the podium was the upcoming March 8th Women's Day, making a piece of cake for their mother, which was very pink and warm.
If he couldn't leave, Ji Xingling could imagine what kind of tragic consequences would be caused by "embarrassing his mother in front of her friends and blatantly refusing to make a cake for her".
So he asked Lin Jing in a low voice: "Are you hungry? Otherwise, let's finish this first."
"I'm not hungry." Lin Jing's voice was softer than his, and said bitterly, "But I won't."
If you don’t know it, just bite the bullet, there is a teacher anyway. Ji Xingling still remembered his "self-mutilation" experience on Yu Yizhou's birthday. When washing his hands, he told him: "You are not allowed to touch knives or hot things, remember?"
"Slow down your voice!"
It was the first time for Lin Jing to come to this kind of occasion, and he didn't know what it was. He originally wanted to count on Ji Xingling, but when the teacher said on the podium, "Separate the egg whites and yolks carefully", the young master was still holding two eggs underneath. Hangerlang was serving as a plate, like a man in the capital plated walnuts, vowing to mess up the egg whites and egg yolks evenly, and he was rather desperate in his heart: "Forget it, you should stand by the side."
The cake is chiffon, and listening to the teacher is the foundation of the foundation. Xueba thinks that with his own IQ, he can tinker with one no matter what. Ji Xingling tried to help at first, but ended up pouring oil into the egg white liquid that he had worked so hard to get rid of, and Mr. Xiao Lin was so angry that he became a puffer fish on the spot.
The young master stepped aside embarrassingly, and stopped.
He was bored waiting, so he first sent a WeChat to Hu Meimei, questioned his mother, asked if you deliberately tricked us into making cakes here as coolies, and took a photo of Lin Jing making egg whites. Hu Meimei was in the beauty salon, she even wrinkled the face mask when she saw it, she apologized and chose a new store, only to get her son to say, heck, wait, we will definitely make you the biggest and most luxurious one!
Hu Meimei was giggling, but her eyes felt hot when she saw this sentence, and she didn't think about how to reply for a long time.
The eldest young master didn't realize that he had stabbed his mother's heart, and he was still wandering around doing nothing. When he was tired, he returned to squat beside Lin Jing, complaining non-stop, why there is no chair here, doesn't the chef need to sit down
Lin Jing basically ignored the large repeater, and after sending the cake into the oven, he started to learn how to squeeze the buttercream again. When he stepped back, he stepped on something soft and didn't care, thinking it was a ball of paper or a rag.
Unprepared, Ji Xingling suddenly turned pale from the pain, fuck it!
He moved his eyes down in shock, and looked at the thing Xiaolin teacher AJ was stepping on, completely stupefied.
Fuck me, my tail!
I can't care about the pain, I can't care about the fracture or not, and I can't care about when it will come out. Ji Xingling looked up at the bright incandescent lamp in the middle of the classroom, and clenched his right hand hard.
In the air, those blue-purple tiny electric lights suddenly expanded.
The lampshade made a muffled "bang", and the lights on the entire floor became pitch black.
"Ah!" The classroom was full of exclamation, and the teacher hurriedly comforted him, saying that the air switch might be tripped, and asked everyone to stand still and not move. Ji Xingling took the opportunity to retract his tail and stood up, using his mobile phone to light up and drag Teacher Xiao Lin to his side: "It's okay."
Lin Jing was still holding a pot of whipped cream in his hand. The cooking table was too messy, so he didn't put it back when the power went out just now, for fear of knocking things over. Now he turned his head and took a look at Ji Xingling, but he let go of his hand, and the whole pot of cream fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Slow down." Ji Xingling was startled, and turned around to look for a rag. Lin Jing had already taken a box of paper towels on the table, squatted on the ground and wiped them frantically. After the steel basin was picked up, only sticky liquid was left, and there was no rag. The one he just stepped on... Also, he Suddenly grabbed Ji Xingling's sleeve: "Squat down!"
"What's the matter? I'm going to the front to get the paper. I saw that you got all the shoes. I'll go downstairs and buy a new pair later."
"My shoes are fine, just clean them." In the small space, Lin Jing looked at him, his chest heaving slightly, obviously very nervous, but he still tried to make his tone sound normal, "Ji Xingling, that , Your eyes seem a little red."
"..."
At this time, the electrician had already repaired the circuit, and the classroom suddenly lit up.
Ji Xingling suddenly closed his eyes.
It was pitch black in front of him, with dark blood leaking out, he thought in a panic, besides the red eyes, what then
There were many people in the classroom. Ji Xingling didn't know how beastly he had become, and he couldn't concentrate all the time. All the noise and footsteps were infinitely amplified, and his fingertips trembled a little.
Lin Jing quickly covered it with her palm, blocking the young man's eyes: "Don't be afraid."
His voice was very soft, and the next moment, he got closer and hugged Ji Xingling into his arms, "Just a little bit, don't be nervous, just open it for me to see, and then we'll go home."
Ji Xingling froze and said nothing.
"Otherwise, I'll take you to the bathroom and I won't look at it, okay?"
Ji Xingling's Adam's apple rolled, then he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, still lowering his head.
Lin Jing leaned over carefully, looked at him through the messy hair on his forehead, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "It's okay."
Fearing that the other party would not believe it, he even pulled out his phone camera: "Here."
Ji Xingling glanced hesitantly, it's all right, really all right.
Except for a little flustered look, there is nothing unusual.
The classroom was in a mess, there was no way to make cakes, and the teacher was still apologizing to everyone and saying something to make up for. Lin Jing and Ji Xingling picked up their schoolbags and sneaked out through the back door.
The wind in early spring was cold, and it was only when they blew head-on that they realized that both of them were covered in sweat.
The taxi driver was silent.
The boys were also silent.
Ji Xingling's silence was justifiable, and Lin Jing's silence was even more justifiable—he was first startled for a moment by the other party's blood-red eyes, and those whimsical and crazy guesses burst into his mind again, and before he had time to sort it out, he thought about it again. He must not let others see him when he got up, so he instinctively helped the other party cover his eyes and comforted him desperately, even though he was almost terrified.
Still confused until now.
The subway near Jiang'an Academy was being overhauled recently, and a section of the road was very congested, so the master let them down at the intersection, and it took about five minutes to walk.
The street lamps illuminated the whole street, and the small vendors had already come out. Malatang, egg baked cakes, and sugar-fried chestnuts were all steaming and fragrant. There is also a small stall called "Ghost Fried Noodles". The owner doesn't know whether it is a real monster or an alien fried noodle borrowed from the famous Detective Conan. At this time, he is wearing a furry mask pretending to be a vixen.
Ji Xingling glanced at Lin Jing: "Why don't you speak?"
"I thought you wanted me to shut up."
Ji Xingling raised his hand, habitually trying to rub his head, but hesitated in mid-air.
Lin Jing asked, "Do you still want me to send you an invitation to touch your head?"
It was still the familiar Mr. Kobayashi, with a sharp and cute tongue, and it seemed that he hadn't changed because of what happened just now.
Ji Xingling rubbed his head lightly, and said in a nasal voice, "Go to bed early tonight."
"Um."
Then there was no words all the way until the elevator stopped firmly on the thirteenth floor.
Lin Jing took out the key, looked back at Ji Xingling who was walking towards 1301, and said with a fever, "Wait!"
"..."
The two went to the stairwell, as if they were going to sneak around to do something important in order to hide from the surveillance cameras.
But no, even Lin Jing himself didn't know why he asked the other party to wait, but felt that there was something to say, but there was really nothing to say, so in the end he just kissed his eyes: "Don't be afraid."
Ji Xingling's voice was hoarse: "Should I say this?"
"Yeah." Lin Jing looked at him, worried and serious, "You don't need to say, I'm not afraid either."