There was quite a commotion here, especially when Zhang Sheng cursed. The teacher who managed the equipment room came in and saw the tense situation between the boys. He immediately shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Do you want to fight or what do you want to do?"
Zhang Sheng was the only one who wanted to fight.
Because Zhang Sheng said he wanted to punish Jiang Tu, Cao Ming and he had such a close relationship, how could they be brothers if he didn't cooperate? The other boy was dragged into the group temporarily, and although he didn't like Jiang Tu, he didn't want to fight.
The boy hurriedly said: "Teacher, you are wrong, we didn't fight!"
The equipment teacher obviously didn't believe it and warned: "Fighting in school will be punished, don't you know?"
"I know. I won't fight in school either. Please rest assured, teacher." Jiang Tu wiped the dust off his glasses, put them on, picked up the basketball, took a tennis racket from the side, and walked straight to the door. "I'll go back to class first."
Equipment teacher: “…”
He turned around and asked, "Hey, classmate, what do you mean? If we don't fight at school, we can fight outside?"
Jiang Tu returned to the playground, threw the basketball to Ding Xiang, walked up to Zhu Xingyao, and stuffed the tennis racket into her hand. She had just said she wanted to play tennis.
Zhu Xingyao was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Thank you."
Jiang Tu nodded, turned and left.
Ding Xiang called him: "Jiang Tu, play ball."
"No."
He was not in the mood to play, so he turned and ran towards the track.
Zhu Xingyao held the tennis racket and turned his head to look. Other boys played ball or something in physical education class, but he always ran a few laps and then left.
Jiang Tu finished running 3,000 meters and walked towards the teaching building sweating. He passed the physics office on the first floor. Two tall boys came out of the office and walked lazily behind him. One of them laughed and cursed: "Damn it, I heard that the whole grade was saying that I got first place. Who the hell told me that?"
"Hahaha! It's because everyone has high expectations of you! In fact, it's pretty good to get second place in your first competition. It just doesn't quite match your status as a male god."
"Get lost!" he cursed again, "I was just afraid that Zhu Xingyao would also think I could get first place, but in the end I didn't."
Jiang Tu suddenly stopped, stood at the corner of the second floor, and looked down.
As soon as Lu Ji looked up, he met his gaze. He was stunned for a moment and felt that the man looked familiar.
Xu Xiangyang hooked his arm around Lu Ji's shoulders and whispered, "Keep your voice down! This is very close to the office. What if the teacher hears us?"
No matter which high school you go to, premature love is prohibited. Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School takes strict measures to crack down on premature love. Parents will be contacted if there is any sign of premature love. In short, the idea of premature love must be nipped in the bud.
Even so, no one can explain the restlessness of adolescence, nor can anyone stop the feeling of liking this kind of thing. It seems that once you reach this age, this feeling will unconsciously grow wildly in your body and cannot be stopped.
It's no longer a secret among Lu Ji's good friends that he likes Zhu Xingyao.
"Hey, what are you looking at..." Xu Xiangyang looked up following his gaze, and was suddenly startled by Jiang Tu's calm gaze. Jiang Tu glanced at him and left. He was stunned for a moment, pointed at the air above and asked Lu Ji, "That person just now seemed to be Jiang Tu from the next class?"
The preliminary round of the physics competition was held in early September, just when the school started. Jiang Tu was also going to participate in the competition. He had a meeting with Lu Ji, Xu Xiangyang and other participating students in the office and met each other. Zhu Xingyao was also there at the time.
However, Zhu Xingyao said that she did not need the admission quota and refused to participate in the competition. The teacher's persuasion was useless. When she left the office, a group of boys followed her, including Lu Ji. Only Jiang Tu did not turn around, staring out the window with a calm and cold look.
Lu Ji recalled and nodded: "It was him. He changed into a pair of glasses. I almost couldn't recognize him."
Xu Xiangyang clicked his tongue a few times: "No wonder, I feel like I've become more handsome, almost catching up with you."
Lu Ji snorted and laughed, but didn't say anything. Class 7 and Class 8 of Grade 1 were all on the third floor. When the two passed Class 7, Jiang Tu leaned against the wall, stretched out his long legs, and drank water.
Lu Ji glanced downstairs. Zhu Xingyao and a few girls had already walked downstairs of the teaching building. He looked into Class 7. In addition to Jiang Tu, there were a few other girls. He hooked Xu Xiangyang's shoulder and went in through the back door of Class 7. "There is a class in class. I don't want to report in. Let's play in the next class and go back after class."
"Hey..." Xu Xiangyang was dragged in, "Okay."
Lu Ji sat down at Ding Xiang's seat, turned to look at Jiang Tu, and said with a smile, "Do you mind sitting here for a while?"
Jiang Tu put down the water bottle and looked at him: "Whatever you want."
Lu Ji was really casual and asked again: "Can I borrow a pen and paper?"
Jiang Tu didn't say anything, and directly pushed the draft paper and pen over to Lu Ji. Lu Ji took them, lowered his head and quickly wrote a physics problem on the draft paper. "It's a pity that you didn't participate in the competition. There was a very difficult question in the semi-finals before. I was careless and didn't get it right."
Lu Ji and Jiang Tu are exactly two opposite types of people. There are always a few boys around him, and he is very popular among both boys and girls. Lin Jiayu has mentioned the goddess Zhu Xingyao of No. 1 Middle School and the male god Lu Ji in front of him several times.
"Would you like to try?"
Lu Ji put the draft book in front of him.
Jiang Tu was about to refuse, but when he looked down, he saw a page full of crappy handwriting. His eyes became a little complicated. He didn't know Lu Ji's handwriting was so ugly.
The next second, Zhu Xingyao's voice came from the door: "Lu Ji? Did you see it wrong? They should be back tomorrow." She walked into the classroom and looked up to see Lu Ji sitting next to Jiang Tu, smiling at her. He looked very sunny, in stark contrast to Jiang Tu, who was wearing glasses and had a calm face.
The two men were looking at her.
She opened her mouth blankly, unable to speak. Lu Ji raised his hand happily and waved: "You are not mistaken, we are back half a day early."
Zhu Xingyao was shocked not only by Lu Ji's early return, but also by the sight of Jiang Tu sitting at the same table with him. She came to her senses, looked at Lu Ji, thought for a moment, and said, "Congratulations..."
"etc."
Lu Ji interrupted her, afraid that she would say something like "Congratulations on getting first place", which would be embarrassing.
He lowered his head and scratched the tip of his nose: "Well, I didn't get first place, but second place."
Zhu Xingyao smiled: "That's also amazing."
Lu Ji said, "Just now I said there was a difficult question that I didn't solve. Let Jiang Tu try. Didn't he get full marks in physics in the high school entrance exam? Do you want to take a look?"
Jiang Tu lowered his eyes, knowing that Lu Ji just wanted to chat with Zhu Xingyao. He calmly picked up the pen and started to do the question.
"Let's go and take a look." Li Xixi pushed Zhu Xingyao forward, "You have a strong physics gene. I believe you can do it."
"Okay, I'll try."
Zhu Xingyao walked over, and Zhou Qian and several other girls followed.
Jiang Tu handed her the question, and Zhu Xingyao blinked: "Aren't you going to do it too?"
“I remember the topic.”
Zhu Xingyao took the notebook, glanced at the words that looked like heavenly script, and pursed his lips silently. Although he had heard that Lu Nanshen's handwriting was ugly, he was still shocked to see it with his own eyes. Li Xixi coughed suddenly, glanced at the handsome Lu Ji, and said very subtly: "Lu Nanshen, your handwriting is really unique!"
Lu Ji's handwriting was basically the type that everyone who saw it would complain about. He looked at Zhu Xingyao and coughed softly: "Do you... understand it?"
Zhu Xingyao was also very reserved: "I'll understand it after reading it more than once. Your handwriting... is similar to the diagnosis written by my mother in the medical record. I usually read it a lot."
Subtext: Fortunately, my mother is a doctor, otherwise I wouldn’t understand it.
Lu Ji: “…”
The others laughed, and Xu Xiangyang complained: "Yes! It's just like a doctor's diagnosis. It takes a long time to understand it."
Lu Ji smiled nonchalantly: "I will be a doctor in the future. Everyone is welcome to register."
Xu Xiangyang: "Go away, who the hell wants to go to the hospital?!"
Everyone laughed even more happily.
Zhu Xingyao smiled and sat down at the table in front of Jiang Tu, and stretched out his hand to him: "Jiang Tu, lend me a pen."
Jiang Tu paused, glanced at her delicate hands, put the pen in his hand on her palm, and took another one. He only had two pens, and the ink in that one flowed better.
Jiang Tu and Zhu Xingyao were working on the questions face to face, seemingly undisturbed by the surroundings. His peripheral vision caught sight of her slender white fingers and her beautiful handwriting. He even discovered that when she was thinking, she habitually rested the tip of the pen against the corner of her mouth and subconsciously wanted to bite the tip of the pen.
He hurriedly shouted: "Don't bite."
The boy's voice was cold and sounded a little fierce.
Zhu Xingyao was startled, then reacted immediately and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm used to it and forgot this is your pen..."
"Dirty." He said simply and horrifiedly.
Everyone else was stunned. Lu Ji first glanced at Jiang Tu, then at the old pen, and smiled and reminded: "The pen has bacteria, don't bite it."
Zhu Xingyao nodded absentmindedly. She didn’t know whether Jiang Tu thought it was unhygienic for her to bite the pen tip, or whether he told her not to bite the pen because it was dirty…
She lowered her head and whispered, "Okay..."
Jiang Tu knew that she might have misunderstood, so he narrowed his eyes, but ultimately did not explain. The pen he had just picked up did not produce much ink, so he drew a few lines with force, and the words almost penetrated the paper, before the ink finally came out.
A few minutes later, the bell rang for the end of get out of class and the whole teaching building became lively. The boys in the class who had just finished playing basketball ran back in sweat. When they saw that Jiang Tu's seat was surrounded by everyone, they couldn't help but look over curiously.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, Lu Ji said there is a very difficult competition question, so let Jiang Tu and Zhu Xingyao try it."
"Eh? Lu Ji is back?"
All of a sudden, everyone gathered around, forming three layers inside and three layers outside.
Jiang Tu frowned and quickened his writing speed. A minute later, he stopped writing and put the answer in front of Lu Ji.
Lu Ji took a look and raised his eyebrows slightly. The answer was correct.
His attention was always on Zhu Xingyao. He looked at the steps she took to answer the questions and knew that she had made a mistake, just like he had done before.
Zhu Xingyao stopped writing when the bell rang. She looked up at Jiang Tu and said, "Let me check the answer with you."
Jiang Tu glanced at her answer and said nothing.
He took the notebook back and placed it in front of her.
Zhu Xingyao took a look and looked up at Lu Ji. Lu Ji curled his lips and said, "Unfortunately, your answer is wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone suddenly shouted at the door: "Fuck! Lu Ji and Xu Xiangyang, why are you two back but not going back to class? Do you want to be a live-in son-in-law in Class 7?"
Lu Ji: “…”
Xu Xiangyang: “…”
Others: “… ”
After a few seconds of silence, everyone burst into laughter. A girl from Class 8 shouted, "I disagree! Lu Ji is in our class!"
Lu Ji was overwhelmed.
The boy outside the door continued to shout: "Xu Xiangyang, you are still the monitor of Class 8, get out."
Xu Xiangyang thought, what does it have to do with me? It's Lu Ji who wants to be a live-in son-in-law!
Jiang Tu suddenly stood up, his face expressionless, looking at the group of people blocking the door, and said in a dull voice: "Make way, I'm going to go out for a while."
Everyone's smiles faded, and they silently moved aside, and he walked out.
The door was blocked again.
A group of boys who had just finished playing basketball were crowded together. The air was stinking with the smell of sweat. Zhu Xingyao picked up Jiang Tu's notebook and waved to Ding Xiang: "Please tell Jiang Tu to borrow it for me."
Ding Xiang said hurriedly: "No problem, just take it."
He was so generous as if it were his.
Zhu Xingyao and Li Xixi returned to their seats. Lu Ji and Xu Xiangyang walked out of the back door of Class 7. Zhou Yuan stood in the corridor and looked at them with a smile. Lu Ji walked over and kicked him angrily: "Are you sick? Why are you calling me a live-in son-in-law?"
Zhou Yuan cried out in pain and asked in a low voice: "Don't you like goddesses?"
"You can't do this just because you like someone. It's embarrassing if you don't do it right." Lu Ji lazily leaned against the guardrail, and suddenly thought of something important. He turned to look at him, "Where is the thing I asked you to buy for me before?"
"Don't worry, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"Okay, thanks." Lu Ji smiled and patted his shoulder, "I'll treat you to barbecue later."
Because Lu Ji came back, the corridor was much busier than usual. When the bell rang, everyone returned to the classroom slowly. There was still one class before school was over.
Jiang Tu washed his face in the bathroom and returned to class as the bell rang.
His draft book was being passed to him from Group 2. The girl at the front table glanced at him, handed it to him, and whispered, "Zhu Xingyao asked me to pass it to you."
"Thank you." He took the notebook and sat down.
It was the first time for the girl to hear him say thank you, and she actually felt a little flattered.
Ding Xiang came over and pointed at the page of awful handwriting that Lu Ji had written before, and complained mercilessly: "Look, Lu Ji is so handsome and has good grades, who would have thought that his handwriting is so ugly? My left hand can write better than this, so people can't be perfect." He paused and quickly added, "No, my goddess is perfect."
Jiang Tu glanced at a few beautiful words at the bottom of the draft paper: Thank you, I understand.
He leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "Hmm."
Um
Ding Xiang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him. For a moment, he couldn't tell which question he was answering. Was he agreeing that his left-handed handwriting was better looking than Lu Ji's sloppy handwriting, or was he thinking that Zhu Xingyao was perfect, just like him
The last class was still history, a very hypnotic class.
Especially for the boys who had just finished physical education class, a large number of them fell asleep. Jiang Tu tilted his head and glanced at Ding Xiang who was almost snoring. He turned a black water-based pen in his left hand and suddenly pressed it with his thumb.
After a few seconds, he stared at the three crooked words on the draft paper, then suddenly tore them up and crumpled them into a ball.
The school bell rang. Jiang Tu threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, threw the paper ball into the trash can, and walked out of the classroom. He ran into Zhang Sheng in the bicycle shed. Zhang Sheng had his foot on his bicycle and gave him the middle finger.
Jiang Tu had a blank expression on his face. He got on his bike and left.
This scene was seen by Ding Xiang and two boys.
During the morning reading class the next day, Ding Xiang couldn't help but remind Jiang Tu: "Although Zhang Sheng is annoying, you should still avoid him. His family has some money, and it would be quite troublesome if you really mess with him."
Jiang Tu wasn't even afraid of loan sharks, so why would he be afraid of Zhang Sheng? But he still said, "Thank you."
Two envelopes fell out of Zhu Xingyao's desk. Li Xixi stepped on them and picked them up while no one was paying attention. She turned to look at Zhu Xingyao and smiled like a little fox: "How about I help you open them?"
Since the beginning of the school year, there has been a constant stream of love letters in Zhu Xingyao's desk. She rarely opens them, and Li Xixi does it for her. Li Xixi lies on the desk like a thief, opening the letters while reporting in a low voice: "This is someone from Class 9, this is someone from Class 15, and this is someone from Class 1. I know this one, she's on the basketball team, she has a nice body..."
Zhu Xingyao said "oh" to indicate that he understood.
Li Xixi crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the hole in the table. She turned to look at her and said with a smile, "They are all ugly. It's better not to look at them. If..." She leaned close to her ear, "I say, if Lu Ji wrote you a love letter, would you accept it?"
Zhu Xingyao: “…”
Li Xixi added: "Lu Ji is good-looking and has good grades. Many girls like him. Is there any boy in the whole grade who can compare to him?"
Zhu Xingyao thought of Lu Ji's "diagnosis handwriting" and found it hard to imagine him writing a love letter. She said, "Impossible."
Sometimes, the more impossible something seems, the more likely it is to happen.
In the next class 8, Zhou Yuan was late and was scolded by Xie Ya before he ran back to his seat in shame.
Lu Ji looked up at him and asked, "Did you play games all night again?"
"Bullshit, I forgot to take this thing when I went out, so I had to run back again. How could I have such an easy time?" Zhou Yuan pulled out a delicate envelope from his schoolbag and stuffed it into his pocket. "Here, you asked me to help you book the concert ticket. I didn't know it was so hard to buy. I bought it from a scalper at a high price. Remember to pay me back."
Tickets for Chen Lan Orchestra's cello concert, this weekend.
Lu Ji took a look and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Xie Ya stood on the podium and looked at him coldly. Zhou Yuan quickly zipped up his zipper manually. After the people left, he turned around and asked, "How are you going to give it to her? Just give it to her directly?" He kindly advised, "I think it's best not to. She might have seen it. It would be so embarrassing if you were rejected in person. I can't bear to see it."
"I didn't plan to give it to her in person." Lu Ji paused, "I'll put it in her desk after school, and she'll be able to see it tomorrow morning."
"Would you like me to write a few words for you?" Zhou Yuan suppressed his laughter. "Your handwriting is too ugly. Be careful not to be rejected by your ugliness."
Lu Ji: "Get lost."
Jiang Tu was on duty today. He was the last one to leave. Just as he was about to close the classroom door, Lu Ji suddenly rushed in, panting and leaning against the door. He looked at him and said, "Wait, Jiang Tu, lend me a pen."
Jiang Tu glanced at him, took a pen from the table and handed it to him.
Soon, Zhou Yuan caught up.
Lu Ji sat down directly on Ding Xiang's seat and turned to warn Zhou Yuan: "Don't even think about it. I can't let you do this kind of thing for me."
Zhou Yuan caught his breath and slumped down at the next table. "Okay, okay, okay, my kindness has been taken for granted. I don't care."
Jiang Tu didn't know what they wanted to do. He turned to look at Lu Ji and said, "I'm going to lock the door. Write whatever you want to write quickly."
Then, he saw Lu Ji put an exquisite envelope on the table. Unlike ordinary love letter envelopes, it had a large and exquisite golden cover with the words: Cello Concert Tickets.
Lu Ji held a piece of notepaper in his hand and wrote a few words carefully. It can be seen that he tried very hard to write neatly.
He stuffed the note into the envelope, stood up, waved at Zhou Yuan, and smiled lazily: "This way it won't be thrown away as garbage, understand? Idiot."
Jiang Tu watched Lu Ji turn around and walk towards Zhu Xingyao's seat, and watched him take the envelope and stuff it into her desk.