In order to avoid being surrounded by fierce beasts again on the way home from school, Ge Hao submitted the dormitory application form, intending to stay on campus honestly for the next two years. In addition, he also prepared a large can of super refreshing pills and a large bottle of scented toilet water to solve a series of troubles such as lethargy during the flowering period or uncontrollable fragrance wafting.
Plants are kind of troublesome. Thinking about this, Ji Xingling glanced back to the left again.
I don't know if this variety will bloom or not.
The last class in the morning is Wang Hongyu's Chinese class. In order to prevent such unlucky incidents as "having to read a sheet with Ji Xingling because there were no papers or workbooks" from happening again, Lin Jing had already gone to the school gate to copy the complete set of materials ahead of time, but things were unpredictable, he brought them, and someone didn't .
"Teacher Wang." Ji Xingling flipped through his schoolbag and raised his hand, "I seem to have left my exercise book at home."
An ominous premonition welled up in Lin Jing's heart.
as expected.
A minute later, Ji Xingling pulled the chair and sat in the sixth row, and immediately put aside the relationship: "Old Wang's fault has nothing to do with me."
"Did you not do your homework at all?"
"I do-"
"You did it and didn't bring it with you." Lin Jing opened the exercise book, "Listen to the class carefully!"
Ji Xingling was so blocked that his chest was tight, and he couldn't hold back his next sentence for a long time.
Where did this grass grow, and why is it so fierce.
It was hard to wait until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The fast-paced students rushed to the cafeteria immediately. Lin Jing cleaned up the table, opened her schoolbag to take out the books for the afternoon, but saw a curled, rotten pickle-like exercise book.
"..."
Ji Xingling was about to go back, but when he saw that he was doing well, he suddenly froze, so he yelled, "Hello?"
Lin Jing recalled that last night at 1301, she tidied things up with sleepy eyes.
"Ji Xingling." He raised his head, "Are you free at noon, let me treat you to dinner."
Young Master Ji was still in doubt: "Why?"
Lin Jing silently handed back the exercise book.
Ji Xingling:
Until sitting on the second floor of Furong Garden, Ji Xingling was still arrogantly condemning this immoral behavior of "hiding classmates' homework books" in an all-round and three-dimensional manner. Lin Jing put the drink bottle in front of him with a "boom", splashing a little foam: "Shut up!"
"Hey, what a bad apology attitude you have!"
Lin Jing adjusted his expression: "Otherwise, how about this? I'll help you with math tutoring for free tonight."
"..." Then you should continue to be bad, I think it's OK.
Lin Jing was actually embarrassed, so he ordered a lot of dishes, and piled them on a table, intending to pay off the debt with delicious food. The small TV in the cafeteria is broadcasting the interviews with the previous champions of the college entrance examination. One of the buddies is exaggerated. He said that he has been used to being the first since he was a child. Once in the third year of high school, his grades fell to second in the whole class. Suddenly, his mentality collapsed and he hid behind the playground. After crying for three hours, I felt very sorry for my parents and teachers, and even more sorry for the country's training. Ji Xingling really couldn't comprehend the profound ideological realm of Xueba, so he asked the person opposite: "You all study well like this, and you will cry if you get second in the exam?"
"I don't know." Lin Jing took a sip of soup, "I didn't pass the second exam."
Invisible pretentiousness is the most deadly.
Brother Xing: Take it.
There were also boiled fish and hot pepper chicken that were not served, but both of them were already full. When he asked that the kitchen hadn't started cooking, Lin Jing exchanged the money from the refund for a few boxes of butter biscuits, which he planned to distribute to the class girls.
While the canteen aunt was still bagging, he went to the bathroom again, leaving Ji Xingling alone in front of the window waiting. A few boys from Class 5 happened to pass by, and when they saw Young Master Ji holding a pink dessert bag in his hand, they were shocked on the spot: "Brother Xing, what's your situation?"
"Which girl?"
"Zhang Luwen from class two."
"oh!"
"Oh!" Ji Xingling kicked it, and said impatiently, "I can't fucking eat it by myself?"
"Yes, I must be able. My brother Xing is such a pure and boyish boy, he either doesn't eat at noon, and if he wants to eat, he can eat strawberry cake."
Ji Xingling let out a snort. I don't know if it was because during the meal just now, he studied the advanced topic of "first grade and second grade" with Xueba, and his ideological realm has improved a little. He is not very serious now. Want to hear this group of people talking. It happened that Lin Jing also came out of the bathroom, so he handed over the biscuit bag, and the two returned to the classroom together, leaving only a group of confused people.
"Damn it, why did Brother Xing give biscuits to boys?"
"Who is that person?"
"The new transfer, I heard that he is a top student from Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School."
"Brother Xing can still have a good relationship with Xueba?"
Everyone fell into silence.
Question: What is the scarier thing than "Ji Xingling likes to eat strawberry cake"
Answer: Ji Xingling has a good relationship with Xueba.
Magical, so magical.
Lin Jing had just transferred here and was unfamiliar with everyone in the class, and Young Master Ji was very cool and impatient, and he didn't seem to be qualified for the gentle job of "distributing biscuits", so the little pink paper bag was finally handed over to In Li Moyuan's hand: "When Wei Xue comes back, let her share it with the girls."
"She was called by Teacher Wang to pick up the arrangement form." Li Moyuan said, "You may get Wutong Building for your exam next week, but it's okay, just this time."
Lin Jing didn't understand: "What happened to Wutong Building?"
"It's the Z exam room. If you transfer to another school without a grade, you will be added to the bottom." Li Moyuan explained, "The environment there is not very good. I heard that there are still people who hand in papers in ten minutes. There will be only you left, so you must be stable."
"..." Lin Jing remembered Haidilao's huge purchase of five hundred.
Ji Xingling put one arm under his forehead, clasped the edge of the table with his left hand, and was taking an arrogant afternoon nap—the aisle on the left was blocked by his long legs, and the students who came and went could only walk around. When Yu Yizhou came back from dinner, he casually pulled off the sweater hat and buttoned it forward. Young Master Ji was obviously taken aback, and cursed with sleepy eyes, are you fucking sick
"I just passed Lao Wang's office and took a look at the exam seats." Yu Yizhou handed over a bottle of water, "This may be the only time you can be ranked in front of Xueba, what do you think?"
After Lin Jing heard it, she also turned her head instinctively.
Ji Xingling was still sleepy and had no interest in chatting. After cursing "Get lost" in a hoarse voice, he changed direction and continued to sleep. He put his right hand behind his head, as if to completely isolate himself from the noisy sounds around him. His slender fingers ran through the black hair, slightly bent, revealing the thin bones of a young man.
Lin Jing looked away.
Well, I think too much.
The other party didn't seem to care about the exam at all.
As a result, that night, Ji Xingling came to the door in person with three boxes of fruit in his arms.
"Can you make up for me?"
Then, before Lin Jing refused, he took the moral high ground: "For the sake of the Chinese workbook."
"..."
Lin Jing asked, "What do you make up for?"
"Just teach me how to take the exam." Ji Xingling raised his hand to promise, "I'm sure I won't make trouble, just half an hour, half an hour, right?"
Hu Meimei was standing at the door of 1301 with an apron around her waist, and she was also looking this way full of expectation.
Lin Jing changed his shoes: "Okay."
Hu Meimei's heart was full of joy, and she felt that being the first in her grade was a good thing, with noble morals. So fruit, milk, brain-buning oral liquid, peanut soup, and stewed bird's nest were sent to his son's bedroom in batches.
Ji Xingling couldn't bear it anymore: "Mom!"
"Okay, okay, then you study." Hu Meimei closed the door softly, "Call mom if you have anything to do."
Lin Jing poured out a piece of chewing gum: "Why do you suddenly care about test scores?"
Ji Xingling felt discriminated against: "Why can't I care about test scores?"
Lin Jing looked at him, "What do you think?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
In fact, it is like this. In the evening, Hu Meimei went out to have a beauty treatment, and met three or four parents in the same community. When everyone talked about their children, the worst grades of the family were all over 500 in the exam, and there was even a glorious mother who was in the top ten of the grade. Hu Meimei was very envious when she heard it, and when she got home, she began to criticize and educate her son for 20 minutes, and said that if the total score of the next week's exam is not 400 points, then your pocket money will be gone.
So Brother Xing, who could bend and stretch, had to bend again.
He urged: "Don't ask so many questions, just teach me how to study."
"No." Lin Jing insisted, "reason." What if you have any bad intentions, for example, if you fail in the exam, blame my teaching method.
Ji Xingling was dumbfounded. For the first time, he realized the low status of the scumbag in the biological chain. Why do I have to make up a reason first if I want to learn? Can't I take the initiative to swim in the ocean of knowledge? !
Tsk, it seems a bit fake.
He had no choice but to admit: "Examination grades are tied to pocket money."
Lin Jing reluctantly accepted the rhetoric, and stretched out her hand: "Show me your final paper of last semester first."
Ji Xingling: "...why!"
"Look at your basics." Lin Jing frowned, "Hurry up, didn't you just get 27 points in the test, what's there to be embarrassed about."
"Who said I'm embarrassed!"
"Then you are very proud of taking the 27th exam?"
"..."
Not really.
Ji Xingling gave him the paper, and sat next to him, playing with his mobile phone boredly. Fortunately, Xueba didn't start mocking the red cross in the full article this time, and motioned him to sit over after reading it: "Your Chinese is actually pretty good, English and math are a bit bad, and you should be able to pass in geography and history if you work hard."
Ji Xingling asked softly, "What about politics?"
Lin Jing replied: "The multiple-choice questions are all based on guesswork, the fill-in-the-blank questions are copied from the choices, and the short-answer questions are copied from the fill-in-the-blank questions. How do you want me to evaluate it?"
You humiliate yourself, Brother Xing.
Lin Jing continued: "Let me help you draw the scope of this math test first, and then find a few sample questions. You should memorize the sample questions by heart."
Ji Xingling's Adam's apple rolled.
Lin Jing was surprised: "What are you going to say?"
"No, I just want to ask, why is mathematics still leaning on its back." Ji Xingling supported his head with one hand, "But I guess you're going to criticize me again, so you automatically mute the sound."
Lin Jing couldn't laugh or cry: "This is an emergency solution. I'll teach you how to use it after you recite it."
after awhile.
"Will I be able to take the test of four hundred after memorizing it?"
"have no idea."
"Then why should I recite it?!"
"Don't pull back."
…
All right, back it up.