Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Xiang Siye smiled, kissed Jing Yuwen's forehead lightly, and said, "Don't think too much, let's brush the questions together, and let Xiang Simiao cook dinner at night."

Jing Yuwen sighed slightly and sat up: "Okay then."

Jing Yuwen's heart kept pounding, he wrote the questions all afternoon, and made a lot of mistakes. After dinner in the evening, Xiang Siye followed him one by one.

"Is this meeting?"

Jing Yuwen nodded listlessly: "Well, yes."

Xiang Siye: "Then tell me."

Jing Yuwen looked at the question and was speechless.

Xiang Siye poked Jing Yuwen's head with the end of his pen: "What are you thinking about? Are you still thinking about your grades?"

Jing Yuwen nodded in grievance: "I can't forget it, I have to go home to reflect on the announcement, and I will not see you when I go home and reflect."

Xiang Siye smiled: "No, I run to your house every day!"

Jing Yuwen rolled his eyes: "Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore, so tell me again."

"it is good."

The head teacher of the fourth class is a male teacher. He is more diligent. He appeared in the class early in the morning. Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye were still joking when they entered. I was a little flustered about things, so I automatically added a black-face filter to the head teacher.

Standing at the back door, he swallowed and said to Siye, "Go in."

"Huh?" Jing Yuwen came back to his senses: "Oh."

The two of them returned to their seats, Jing Yuwen had been trembling, and Xiang Siye kept trying to tease him.

Xiang Siye poked Jing Yuwen's finger; "Look, does my red scarf look good?"

Jing Yuwen just smiled at him and did not speak.

Xiang Siye said again: "Look at you, you are smiling very against your heart, do you not love me anymore?"

Jing Yuwen felt that Xiang Siye looked like a wronged little daughter-in-law when he said this. He looked around, but no one was looking at them, so he quietly moved his hand to Xiang Siye's side and used his pinky finger. Hooked Xiang Siye's little thumb, and then smiled unconsciously.

But he doesn't want to talk now, he just wants to wait quietly for the head teacher to announce who will go to several classes.

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth and comforted: "Don't worry."

Cosine came over, his hand fell on Jing Yuwen's shoulder, but his eyes fell on the red scarf wrapped around Xiang Siye's neck: "Xiang Shen, where did you buy this scarf? It's ugly!"

Jing Yuwen was not convinced, and clenched his fist with the other hand and lightly beat Cosine's stomach: "Fuck you, what's your vision? Try knitting it yourself?"

Cosine was shocked: "This is what you knitted, Lord Jing?"

Jing Yuwen was a little proud: "Yes, it's woven by the master!"

Cosine didn't believe it, looked at Siye again, and nodded to Siye: "Yes, but the position of your hand is not right."

Cosine just reacted and quickly took his hand away. He scratched the hair on the back of his head and smiled: "I forgot, I'll take a look at Lord Jing. Lord Jing has been so good recently, his grades are one grade higher than me!"

Xiang Siye said, "The inevitable result, after all, there is me."

Jing Yuwen made a disgusting face, but what Xiang Siye said was the truth. Jing Yuwen smiled and said, "You and Song are also very good. You have brought him to the top two hundred."

Cosine gave a thumbs up and said, "It's still to the divine cow!"

The head teacher suddenly looked around. Almost all the students in Class 4 had arrived. He knocked on the table: "Students be quiet, and all return to their seats."

Cosine said: "Then I'm leaving."

Jing Yuwen nodded.

In less than half a minute, the students all returned to their original positions, and the class fell silent. The head teacher took out a piece of information and looked at it, and said, "The new class schedule is out. Xiang Siye, you go to the first class, that, you can leave now, Zhang Yan..."

Xiang Siye didn't move, Jing Yuwen poked his forefinger on his arm and whispered, "You pack up!"

Xiang Siye was confident: "I'll wait for you to go together."

Jing Yuwen pouted, "I'm not sure if I can go."

Xiang Siye said, "Yes."

The head teacher read the names of the classmates one by one according to the grade, and when he read one Jing Yuwen, his heart skipped a beat. When it came to the third one, Jing Yuwen's name hadn't appeared yet, so he lowered his head completely without expectations.

Xiang Siye comforted in a low voice, "I haven't finished reading it yet."

The head teacher took a sip of water and began to read: "Jing Yuwen, go to class three, Han Yiyi goes to class five..."

Jing Yuwen's heart was tense, and then he was relaxed like never before. Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth: "As I said, let's go together!"

Jing Yuwen nodded and started packing.

It stands to reason that Jing Yuwen's grades should be in the fourth class, but because there were a few people in the third class who went out for the art test and training. There were a few vacancies in the class, and when Jing Yuwen was pulled to fill in the blanks, he logically became the last one in the third class.

During the break between classes, Li Changsheng called the two of them to the office and complimented them a lot, but no matter how much he complimented, he finally complimented himself.

In the director's office, Li Changsheng said with a smile, "Jing Yuwen, this time you've had a bad luck, and you just happened to be pulled into the third shift to make up the count."

Jing Yuwen just nodded with a smile, and Li Changsheng added: "But Xiang Siye, I didn't expect him to be the first in the city. Xiang Siye, let's make persistent efforts."

"Um."

Li Changsheng took a sip of tea and said while chewing the tea root: "It's also because I have good eyesight, I can see that Jing Yuwen has perseverance, and Xiang Siye is smart. You two, go back and continue to work hard, oh yes, and Art Festival, you two have to cheer for our school."

Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye nodded together: "Got the teacher!"

"Okay, let's go."

The mid-term exam is over, and the day of the festival performance is not far away.

The festival is scheduled for December 15th. That day is Saturday. All high and small high schools and junior high schools in Beicheng have prepared programs. It will take about a day or so to end.

The stage play of No. 5 Middle School was the first in the first group, which was the first in the morning of December 15th, but the venue of the art festival was selected in a building far away from Beicheng. Delayed, they will arrive at the building on the afternoon of December 14th.

There were not many people in the crew, renting a van was not enough space, and renting a bus was very wasteful, so the school rented two vans, Wen Qin and Xiang Simiao each carried a car of students, and finally met in the building .

December 14th, Friday, after school, all the students who participated in the art festival packed up their things and gathered in front of the flag-raising platform to get on the bus.

When Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye arrived, their younger brothers and sisters in the car hadn't arrived yet, so they sat at the back.

Xiang Siye picked up Jing Yuwen's schoolbag and asked, "What is it? Just now I was thinking about packing you snacks, but I didn't see it."

Jing Yuwen replied: "The questions you bought for me brought mathematics and English, so I can brush them when I have time."

Xiang Simiao looked at Jing Yuwen in the mirror, and joked, "Yo! Did Xiang Simiao force you to learn?"

"What are you talking about?" Xiang Siye said, "You think you are all just as unconscious as you. You only got into B major after repeating one year."

Xiang Simiao was stabbed and stammered for a while: "You, you, hey? Xiang Siye, I wanted to say it for a long time, your scarf is really ugly, Xiaojing, look at how bad your boyfriend is."

Jing Yuwen looked embarrassed: "I knitted this scarf."

Xiang Simiao was at a loss for words, and Xiang Siye immediately said, "Someone said that the grapes were sour because they couldn't eat the grapes. Did Mr. Wen knit a scarf for you?"

Jing Yuwen was targeting Xiang Siye, and he added: "Teacher Xiang said that Xiang Siye has poor eyesight, are you scolding me?"

Xiang Simiao was blocked so much that he couldn't speak, and frowned: "I'm bullying one of me with two people, right? Well, you wait!"

After he finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and played a call, and then, as if he was greatly wronged, turned to the other end of the phone: "Aqin! Come and help me, the two here are teaming up to bully me!"

Wen Qin came up with some classmates and kept asking him questions.

"Teacher, when are we leaving?"

"Teacher, when will we arrive?"

"Teacher, are we going to stay in a hotel?"

...

Helpless, Wen Qin could only say to Xiang Simiao on the other end of the phone, "Let's talk about it later, they're asking me something."

After he finished speaking, he pressed hang up, and then returned to the questions of these children one by one.

Xiang Simiao here is still holding up his mobile phone, pretending that the other side hasn't hung up: "What? Are you afraid that I'm afraid of the cold and want to help me knit a sweater? Aqin, you are too kind, but I'm afraid that you will poke your hand, and I feel distressed. you……"

As he spoke, his voice became several times louder, as if he was deliberately speaking to Jing Yuwen behind him.

"Unlike some people, I really have the heart to let my boyfriend knit a scarf for him. It doesn't feel bad!"

Jing Yuwen looked confused, smiled to Siye, and whispered in his ear, "He's talking to himself, don't worry about him."

Jing Yuwen nodded, took out a rope from the pocket of the padded jacket, tied the head and tail together, and played with Xiang Siye, while Xiang Simiao didn't stop until the schoolmates got into the car. Talk to yourself.

The car walked for about an hour, and they arrived at the building when the lights were already on outside.

Xiang Simiao and Wen Qin first took the children to see tomorrow's stage.

This is a relatively large theater, roughly 1,000 people can be accommodated, and the stage is relatively spacious.

After visiting the front and back, they took the elevator downstairs together. The elevator reached the first floor. A woman with a mop and a bucket stood at the door. When she saw Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye, she glared at them and waited for them all. Stepping out, she got into the elevator.

On the way to the hotel, Jing Yuwen whispered, "Did you see it? The woman just now is Liu Ping!"

Xiang Siye nodded: "I see, but it has nothing to do with us, leave her alone."

Jing Yuwen nodded, a luminous billboard was erected at the entrance of the building, and it was a bit obvious. Jing Yuwen's eyes were attracted to it. Above it was a curly-haired and slightly fat woman with a charitable face. Next to it was written "Dr. Pei's Psychological Rehabilitation Room, The 12th floor of Mingyue Building…”

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The second one today is more likely to be late~