Chapter 156 Wen Yan gets full marks??

Just pretend that Jin Heng told a lie.

He really left Wen Yan behind in his last life.

Jin Heng didn't know as much as he thought about many things, such as Wen Yan having such a mother and such a life experience.For another example, the other party has been the one who was given up since childhood...

Jin Heng hugged him tightly, trying to cover up his despicable behavior in the previous life with his hot body temperature and dense kisses.Just like when heavy snow falls, it covers all the dark colors and leaves no trace.

Their steps deviated, and the two of them fell on the sofa one after another.Jin Heng held Wen Yan's face and kissed the scar on the side of his face over and over again, breathing and ambiguity intertwined, the past and reality entangled.

"Jin Heng..."

Wen Yan hugged him tightly, his voice a little hoarse.Feeling the amazing possessiveness hidden deep in the other person's eyes.The missing piece of my heart was finally pieced together.At least at this moment, he felt that he was not alone.

The fabric slipped quietly and fell to the floor along the edge of the sofa, piling up in a pile.

Wen Siwan left without looking back, but there were still people willing to stay where they were.

Wen Yan's mind went blank, and strange feelings came over him one after another, shattering his sanity into pieces.Five fingers with clear joints penetrated Jin Heng's hair. It was unclear whether it was out of patience or something else. They slowly tightened and then relaxed.

In the cool air-conditioned room, their hair was soaked with sweat and condensed into strands.The air-conditioning blew, tainting the cold temperature.

Wen Yan kissed the back of Jin Heng's ear for a moment, leaving a shallow mark. In the end, he felt it was not enough and continued to kiss deeply. When he saw the mark gradually turning into light purple, he was satisfied.

Wen Yan pushed aside the broken hair from Jin Heng's forehead, his eyes were reddish and his voice was hoarse: "Will anyone see you?"

Jin Heng shook his head, not paying much attention: "It doesn't matter."

He even left one behind Wen Yan's ear in the same position, then gently rubbed it with his fingertips and said with a smile, "Is it considered a couple's model?"

Wen Yan's hair is shorter and not very coverable.But when he saw Jin Heng, he didn't care, and he didn't think it was a big deal. The words gradually disappeared between the two people's lips and tongues: "Of course..."

They were originally a couple.

An intimate contact wiped away the worries caused by Wen Siwan, and disappeared in an instant, as if she had never been there.After Wen Yan took a shower, he remembered that Liu Baldzi had assigned homework. He took out a few crumpled papers from his schoolbag and spread them out on the table, then stopped moving.

"Is the homework assigned by the teacher just to make you stare at the test paper in a daze?"

Jin Heng dried his hair and came out of the bathroom. One look at Wen Yan's look and he knew he wouldn't do it.He casually pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, still carrying a touch of water vapor on his body: "Where can I not?"

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, he rubbed them with his hands, and peeked at him through his fingers: "No way."

Jin Heng: "..."

Okay, he should have known better, this question is unnecessary.

Jin Heng looked at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. With the speed at which Wen Yan solved the problem, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep tonight.He took off the pen cap and tore up a piece of draft paper: "Come on one question at a time."

Liu Tuzi obviously took into account the overall ability of the students in his class. The papers were not too difficult, but for a poor student like Wen Yan, they were still like a book from heaven.

The first few questions were okay, I could barely solve them, but it became more and more difficult at the end.Wen Yan tried his best to open his fighting eyelids and already regretted why he had to take out the papers. It would be better to go to class and copy them tomorrow morning.

Jin Heng put his arms around Wen Yan's shoulders and straightened his dozing head: "I'm still half a page away from finishing it."

Wen Yan took a look and found that there were large-scale answer questions on the back. His eyes widened for a moment: "Fuck, I can't even do that."

Jin Heng: "I'll teach you."

Wen Yan remained silent. Jin Heng's answer was different from what he expected.For example, "I'll help you do it", "Then you go to sleep first", "Then I won't write it", they seem to be thousands of miles apart.

Jin Heng seemed to know what he was thinking and smiled: "Why don't you squint for a while before writing?"

It's right in the heart of Wenyan.

Jin Heng sighed and held him in his arms.Wen Yan no longer refused this posture with his hairy body like the first time. He found a comfortable position on Jin Heng's shoulder and leaned against it, closing his eyes to rest.

Wen Yan was very quiet when he was sleeping. Judging from his appearance, he had the kind of scoundrel style most popular with girls at the moment. However, his eyebrows were vague and had a lingering sharpness, which was not at all like his mother.

Little bastard, that's what others call him.

Jin Heng used to think that this was a derogatory term that made people avoid it.But when it was placed on Wen Yan and spit out from the tip of his tongue, it had a somewhat inexplicable lingering meaning.

Even if he is a gangster, he is still a gangster who belongs to him.

Jin Heng raised his hand and touched Wen Yan's hair, not wanting to wake him up again.With the other hand, he gently turned the paper over, holding the pen and continuing to write the questions.From time to time, he paused for a moment and imitated Wen Yan's handwriting. At first glance, it looked somewhat similar.

Wen Yan, who was full of wariness, slept surprisingly peacefully in his arms.Just like when the two met for the first time, Jin Heng's clean school uniform smelled faintly of laundry detergent, dry in the sun and slightly intoxicated by the warm breeze.

Surrounded by such a feeling, no matter how sharp the thorns are, they will soften.

If we were somewhere else, the climate would already be a little cold now.It's just that the midsummer here is so long that people directly skip the existence of autumn.The wind outside shook the branches, rustling, and reflected a dancing shadow on the glass window.

Early the next morning, Xu Meng was sitting in class, writing and making up for his homework, copying here and there, barely filling up a paper.

He took a long breath and was wondering why Wen Yan didn't come, when he saw the latter lazily walking in from the back door of the classroom with his hands in his pockets, and then sat down in his seat very "slowly".

Xu Meng looked at the time: "There are still ten minutes left. Don't you want to make up for your homework?"

Although Wen Yan had no expression on his face, there was an invisible sense of showing off.I saw him take out the test paper from his schoolbag, then slapped it on the table, and said crisply: "I finished it long ago."

Xu Meng wants to give you what he can.He picked up Wen Yan's test paper and glanced at it briefly. However, as a bad student, he couldn't tell what was right or wrong at all. His tone was suspicious: "Did you write it yourself?"

Wen Yan was quite generous and raised his eyebrows and said, "Copy or not?"

Xu Meng shook his head in disgust: "I won't copy."

Anyone who is impatient to copy Wen Yan's test paper will be better off than copying him.

Wen Yan exclaimed: "I don't mind copying it for you."

Liu Tuzi came very early recently, firstly to check early reading, and secondly to prevent students from making up homework.As soon as the class bell rang, the academic committee collected all the papers of the whole class and placed them neatly on the podium.

Liu Tuzi's class was all this morning.He pulled out a chair and sat down, casually flipping through a few test papers. His voice was long and drawn out, showing no emotion or anger: "You didn't copy it, did you?"

Everyone in the audience shook their heads and said in unison: "I didn't copy it!"

Liu Baldzi was shocked at their shamelessness. He broke off a piece of chalk and threw it down. He wished that the grenade he threw down was a grenade that would kill everyone: "I didn't copy it!"

Eight of the ten papers were exactly the same. Some people cleverly changed a few multiple-choice questions, but the answers to the subsequent big questions were all the same.There was also a fool who copied the root number 5 into fifty-five.

When the senior year of high school just started, a group of interns were sent out of the class, and the originally crowded classrooms became empty. If these students didn't work hard, they might as well go out to work early.

Liu Baldzi hated the iron, he frowned, took out a red pen and compared it with the test paper, and made corrections for a while. After correcting one paper, he cursed: "Please use your brain next time when copying homework.If you don’t know how to copy, don’t say you are my student when you go out!”

"Liu Xiyuan! You can copy multiple-choice question B to 13 for me. Take the paper!"

"Who is this...Chen Xiaozhi, I saw that you and Liu Xiyuan copied the same copy, so I wrote it all down to 13, take it!"

Liu Baldzi rarely got so angry. The students below were still laughing and watching the fun, but they unconsciously fell silent when they saw this, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Xu Meng looked up at the sky and tried to remember, did he copy B into 13 just now?Really terrible.

"Xu Meng!" Liu Tuzi called his name as expected, "I lost my eyes while playing games. Take the time to go to the hospital and take the paper!"

Deserve it~

Wen Yan sat in the back, crossed his legs, raised his middle finger to him, and gloated.

When Xu Meng passed by him, he also gave him the middle finger and whispered: "I'll see how well you can pass the test."

They are all scumbags, so don’t laugh at your second uncle.

Wen Yan touched his chin and thought that the following questions were all written by Jin Heng, so there shouldn't be any mistakes.But I was still a little uneasy in my heart, so I hissed and started rubbing my fingertips unconsciously.He straightened up slightly and glanced at the podium. Not surprisingly, he discovered that Liu Baldzi was correcting his paper——

Don't ask how you recognized it, it was as wrinkled as a pickle, and it was the only one in the class.

After about a minute or so, Liu Baldzi suddenly said: "Wen Yan?"

The voice was a little strange.

Xu Meng smiled, waiting to see the show.

Wen Yan was always lazy and not very afraid of the teacher. He just sat there and raised his hand: "Teacher, I am here."

Liu Baldzi ignored him and looked over the paper in his hand twice. After finally confirming that it was correct, he said with a suspicious look on his face: "Did you write the paper yesterday yourself?"

Wen Yan couldn't figure out what he meant for a moment, so he answered slowly: "Yes."

Liu Baldzi hissed, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He shook the wrinkled paper and said, "You must be progressing too fast. You are the only one with perfect scores in the class."

As soon as these words came out, the whole class was shocked and turned to look at Wen Yan, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Wen Yan himself was stunned for a moment, perfect score?

Xu Meng looked back at him and said enigmatically: "A certain little brother must have written it for you."

It's also Jin Heng's fault. Yesterday, he was just imitating handwriting. He forgot to correct the accuracy and wrote everything correctly.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, wondering what the hell this was.He scratched his hair and frowned, thinking about how to reply.Say you wrote it yourself, that’s too false, say it’s not, and you can’t explain where the answer to the question came from.

Liu Baldzi never guessed that Wen Yan had hired foreign aid. After all, the highest score in the class was only in the early 100s.Looking at the paper, I couldn't be happier.Since he took over this class, it had been a long time since he had seen a perfect score. He couldn't help but ask again: "Did you write it yourself?"

Wen Yan: "...Yes."

Xu Meng sat in front, rolled his eyes, and sighed in his heart: How shameless.

The author has something to say: Wen Yan: I will never surrender Jin Heng even if I die.