The class bell rang.
Qi Ying took the opportunity to run, Ji Rang stretched out her hand to block, and she ran into his sturdy arm. Ji Rang circled her back and pressed her against the wall.
He held the wall with one hand, and pinched her soft face with the other: "Want to run?"
There were students rushing to the classroom on the stairs, and they were shocked by this scene. Qi Ying also heard someone shouting in the corridor: "Come and see, there is someone in the wall here!"
She was so ashamed that she couldn't push the season, her face flushed.
Ji Rang is fierce to her: "Say! How can I make up for Lao Tzu?"
The bell rang for the second time, like a reminder.
Qi Ying was too anxious, and even thinking about it, she tiptoed to his left cheek and quickly slapped it.
Then the boss was stunned, Qi Ying took the opportunity to push his hand away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
It took a long time before he came back to his senses and raised his hand to touch his face. The place where she was sucked still remained slightly moist. The heart beats so fast, in the quiet corridor, it seems to be jumping out of the throat.
He cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."
After cursing, I didn't even notice that the corners of his lips rose.
When I returned to the classroom, the Chinese teacher was handing out test papers, noisily, Qu Dazhuang took his own paper and compared it with him, yelling, "How did Brother Ji write up to eight hundred characters? Does he have hidden slurs?"
He looked up and saw Ji Rang walk in with a mysterious smile, and asked curiously: "Brother, what is so happy?"
Ji Rang reached out and took his own papers and sat down: "It's nothing."
Qu Dazhuang: "Nothing, then you laugh so happily?"
Ji Rang: "Am I smiling?"
Qu Dazhuang: "?"
The papers for each subject were issued one after another, and Ji Rang lost points on more complicated problems. He had no problems with general basic questions.
Even Qu Dazhuang's scores have improved more or less, and the average score of Class 9 is finally not the bottom of the year.
This made Liu Yao very happy. He even called Ji Rang to the office. He praised and praised him. At the end, he asked with satisfaction: "Are you interested in being a learning committee member and supervising students' study?"
Ji Rang: "Not interested."
Liu Yao: "Where is the squad leader?"
Ji Rang: "?"
Seeing him with a face of rejection, Liu Yao didn’t ask for it anymore. He took out his information, pointed to the column of the parent’s phone number and asked, “Did you kid fill in this number casually? I haven’t passed since the first year of high school. . Now that your grades have improved so much, I want to talk to your parents. The cooperation between the school and the parents is more conducive to your study."
Ji Rang's casual expression sank, and said quietly, "No."
Liu Yao frowned and looked at him, as if he had guessed something, and sighed, "How much hatred can a child have with his parents? I hope you can better communicate with them. No matter how big the contradiction is..."
Ji Rang interrupted him with an impatient look: "I'll leave if there is nothing wrong."
When the words fell, Liu Yao turned around and left the office without waiting for Liu Yao to respond.
Liu Yao looked at the boy’s cold back and sighed helplessly. Thinking of something, he took out his cell phone and dialed a call: "Hey, Principal Zhou, this is Liu Yao. Yes, I just want to ask you, are you right? Know our parents of Ban Jirang? I want to contact his parents to talk about his grades, but I can't get in touch."
I didn’t know what was said on the other end, Liu Yao looked a little surprised: “That’s it.” After a pause, he said, “That’s OK, then please send me his dad’s phone number, and I’ll get in touch.”
Soon after receiving the phone number from the principal, Liu Yao dialed it.
Because it is a private number, I answered the call directly, and asked in a deep voice, "Hello?"
Liu Yao said, "Is it Mr. Ji? I am the teacher in charge of your son Ji Rang. My surname is Liu."
At the other end, even his breathing became heavy: "I am, what happened to Ji Ran?"
Liu Yao hurriedly said: "No, no, he is very good. I contacted you just to talk to you about the learning situation of this child. Although most of the learning tasks are supervised by the school and teachers, the parents play a role in the growth of the students. It also has a very important impact. Ji Rang’s current state is very stable and he is making rapid progress. I hope that your parents can cooperate with us more and jointly supervise his progress."
No one spoke on the phone for a long time.
Liu Yao gave two feeds strangely, and he seemed to have just recovered, his low voice trembled slightly: "Sorry Teacher Liu, you mean Ji Rang has made a lot of progress?"
Liu Yao said happily: "Yes, he was admitted to the top 300 at the end of the semester. He is still the last one in the school at the beginning of this semester. This improvement even our teacher finds incredible. But the kid has a clever mind, and it is now. He is willing to work hard, and there is still a year and a half. If he can continue, I believe he can achieve very good results in the college entrance examination."
The breath on the other end of the phone was heavy, and for a long time, he said in a deep voice, "I see, thank you, Teacher Liu. If you need my cooperation, please feel free to contact me. This is my personal number."
Liu Yao felt that Ji Rang's father was quite good at communication, but he didn't know why the child was reluctant to mention it. After talking for more than ten minutes, when it was over, Liu Yao turned out the information: "By the way, Mr. Ji, I would like to ask, is the number 180XXXX from which of your parents? This is when Ji Rang was enrolled. The parent contact number I left, no one answers every time I call."
The head paused, and whispered: "That's his mother's number."
"Then why is no one answered?"
"His mother passed away many years ago."
Liu Yao was silent for a moment: "Sorry Mr. Ji."
He smiled: "It's okay, Ji Rang this child has worked hard for Teacher Liu."
"It should be."
…
The rest of the make-up time is basically spent in the lecture papers.
The piles of homework can't stop the students' excitement about the arrival of the winter vacation. When the bell rang at the end of the last get out of class, many classes shouted excitedly: "It's a holiday!"
The students carrying schoolbags rushed out of the school like wild horses and started their vacation.
Many parents drive to pick up their children because of the heavy schoolbags on vacation homework. Yu Cheng had already greeted Yu Zhuo and Qi Ying and told them not to take the bus and wait for him to pick them up.
The gate of the school was so jammed, there were cars and people everywhere, and traffic police were directing traffic. Yu Zhuo was looking everywhere, his father's car was not found, but Ji Qian was found by accident.
After all, she drove a red Ferrari, which was particularly prominent among ordinary cars.
Yu Zhuo saw her first, hesitating to come over and say hello. But Ji Qian is accustomed to maintaining a cold and glamorous image in the external environment, wearing a high-profile suit and sunglasses, looking a touch of inhuman indifference.
If she ignores herself, that would hurt her self-esteem too much.
So he pretended not to see her, and walked forward with his schoolbag. Ji Qian just turned his head, froze for a moment, took off his sunglasses and smiled and called him: "Hey, kid, what a coincidence."
Yu Zhuo stopped now, a little unconsciously stretched: "Are you here to pick up Ji Rang?"
Ji Qian smiled and nodded: "Yes." She glanced at the bulging schoolbag on his body and asked him: "Is the schoolbag heavy? Why don't you get in the car first, wait for Ji to get out, and your sister will drive you back."
Yu Zhuo shook his head: "No, my dad is here to pick me up."
Ji Qian knew it. When she laughed, she didn't have that sense of indifference. The Ji family has good genes, and every season has a Ji Qian, and they are the masters of disaster to the country and the people.
Yu Zhuo didn't dare to put his gaze on her face, and stammered, "Then... Then I'm leaving."
Ji Qian nodded, thinking of something, and asked him: "My child, is Ji Rang doing very well in school recently?"
Yu Zhuo thought for a while, and he really didn't see him fighting much, and nodded.
Ji Qian’s eyes were smiling, and his tone couldn't help being proud: "I heard his head teacher say that his grades have also improved a lot this semester, and he even passed the 280th grade in the final exam."
Yu Zhuo didn't know where his comparability came from: "I took the exam one hundred and ninety."
Ji Qian was taken aback and laughed loudly: "Well, you are also very good." She smiled meaningfully, "You two encourage each other to make progress together, it's great."
Yu Zhuo: "..."
Why does it seem that something is wrong
The traffic policeman came over with a traffic stick: "Come on, drive a little here."
Ji Qian waved to Yu Zhuo, "My child, you can come to our house with Ji Rang during winter vacation. My grandfather and uncle will definitely like you very much."
Ji Qian drove away, leaving Yu Zhuo messy alone in the wind.
Who the hell wants Ji Rang's grandpa and dad to like
Miss sister, have you misunderstood something
The students walked out one after another. Ji Qian parked the car and called Ji Rang. Just two times, someone knocked on the window of the car. Ji Rang stood outside with his mobile phone, looking at her indifferently.
Ji Qian pressed the car window, "Come up, I won't let it stop here for a long time."
Ji Rang was impatient: "Why are you here again?"
Ji Qian glared at him: "What is it? I came here twice this semester?" She glanced at the seemingly heavy schoolbag in his hand, and was deliberately surprised: "What is in your bag? Heavy? Isn't it a brick to fight?"
Ji Rang didn't bother to pay attention to her: "I have something to say."
Ji Qian pursed his mouth and smiled, "I heard you did a good job in the exam this semester?"
Ji Rang lowered his face: "Who told you?"
Ji Qian curled his lips: "Your sister, I have 8,000 employees. If you want to inquire about this, can you inquire about it? Yes, you kid, I thought you were going to graduate from high school."
Ji Rangbai gave her a glance.
Ji Qian grabbed the car window and winked his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you work so hard all of a sudden? Is it because of someone?"
Ji Rang was stunned for a moment, a touch of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and he said fiercely, "It has nothing to do with you!"
Ji Qian has been in the mall for so many years, and how good he is in observing words and behaviors, he caught his strangeness in one fell swoop. She understood her heart, a little moved and a little relieved, but without showing her face, she casually asked him: "Will you go home for the New Year this year?"
Ji let his eyes cool down, and he lowered his eyes to sneer: "Why should I go to someone else's house for the New Year?"
"What other people's house?!" Ji Qian was hooked out of the fire at once: "That's your house!"
Ji Rang turned around and left.
Ji Qian is almost mad at him: "How do you turn your face and turn your face! If your grades have improved, can you also improve your personality?!"
Without turning his head back, Ji Rang strode away and quickly disappeared from the crowd.
She got angry, after a long time, took out her mobile phone and called Ji Weiyan: "Hey, second uncle, I saw Arang."
"How about, did he agree?"
"No, he left as soon as I mentioned going home."
The other side sighed: "Forget it, take your time."
Ji Qian couldn't help but comfort: "Second Uncle, don't feel sad, Agen has already begun to change. He will grow up slowly and understand you back then..."
Ji Weiyan laughed: "Qianqian, I'm going to a meeting."
Ji Qian looked at the darkened phone screen and sighed.
…
This is how the winter vacation begins.
Yu Zhuo is a man who just made up his homework when school is about to start. Every day, he is crazy outside. Wu Yinghua is so angry that he scolds at home every day, "Can you learn from your sister? Your sister has been admitted to the ninth grade and goes to the library to study every day. When did you have your sister half as sensible?!"
Yu Zhuo rolled his eyes, wishing to betray his sister directly.
Is she studying in the library
She is dating!
Ji Rang waits for her in the library every day!
Under the guise of learning, do dating! Also sealed his mouth with pocket money! If it hadn't been too expensive to open a hack in an Internet cafe, he wouldn't be bought so easily!
The day before New Year’s Eve, Ji Rang, who had never written his winter homework, had already finished all his homework.
Qi Ying finished writing a few days earlier than him. In the past few days, he was making papers, and she was preparing herself for the next semester of the second semester of high school.
Too clever.
He is so proud.
When I came out of the library, it was snowing again.
"The New Year is coming soon, so I won't come to the library tomorrow. Let's celebrate the New Year with them at home." He bowed his head and tied a scarf for her, wrapping her around his chin, half of his face exposed outside was so good. It looks good again.
She nodded.
Ji Rang laughed and touched her head: "Go, go home."
The two walked to the side of the street, just about to cross the road, when a black Lincoln stopped next to it.
Ji Rang's face sank and the window slowly lowered. Ji Weiyan sat in the car with a gentle smile and said hello to him: "Arang." Then he looked at Qi Ying next to him, "Is this your classmate?"
Ji Rang's gentleness just before facing Qi Ying disappeared, leaving only a cold indifference: "What are you doing?"
Ji Weiyan didn't mind his indifference at all: "I just finished the meeting and passed by here. I thought you were wrong when I saw you just now." He looked at Qi Ying, "It's snowing hard. Uncle will take you home?"
Ji Rang said coldly: "No."
Qi Ying looked at the man in the car curiously.
Ji Rang pulled her wrist and turned around roughly to leave.
Ji Weiyan whispered: "Arang, tomorrow is the 30th New Year, let's go home for the New Year."
Ji Rang turned around abruptly, with a hostile spirit more freezing than Bingxue in his eyes: "Go home? How can I still have a home? Didn't you destroy my home by your own hands?!"
He seemed to have thorns all over his body, and it hurt everyone who came close to him.
Qi Ying's wrist was pinched in pain.
But she didn't struggle, she just stood on tiptoe and gently touched the boy's head.
Ji Rang was stunned for a moment, and woke up from his irritable mood.
He looked down at the little girl beside her, she smiled at him with the corners of her lips pressed, and patted his snow-covered hair with her palm.
It's like saying: Don't be angry.
The hostility in the boy's eyes just faded.
He put the hat on for her, held her hand again, and whispered: "Don't be angry anymore, let's go."
Did not look at Ji Weiyan again.
Qi Ying was led by him to walk out a few steps, looked back at the sad man in the car, and waved his hand obediently.
Ji Weiyan was taken aback.
He smiled and waved to the little girl.