Chapter 1

The morning of September in Beicheng was still a little hot, and the sun was high in the sky, and the sun did not hesitate to sprinkle the sun on the bright banner and the vigorous teenagers under the banner.

The boy who spoke under the national flag had a clean and clear voice, and the content of his speech was also exciting. The teachers and students present were fascinated by it, and they gave the boy a look of appreciation and approval.

However, there are exceptions. The second-to-last boy in Class 322 of Senior High School—Jing Yuwen.

His face was clean, but his hair and eyebrows were black, which made this face even more white and tender.

At first glance, Jing Yuwen was no different from the classmates around him. They were both standing upright. As you got closer, you could see that his upper and lower eyelids were already fighting. Those beautiful peach eyes seemed to be narrowed by him soon. Thick lashes are covered.

The boy with round-rimmed glasses standing next to him looked around cautiously. After confirming that the head teacher was not nearby, he quietly stretched out his hand and poked Jing Yuwen's waist, then moved his mouth slightly, containing In a voice: "Master Jing, don't sleep."

Jing Yuwen was ticklish, and was suddenly stabbed in the waist, and he shuddered: "I didn't sleep."

The boy's clean and clear voice came into Jing Yuwen's ears: "Mr. Lu Xun said that there is a bit of heat... If there is no torch after this, I will be the only light..."

He looked up at the boy who was speaking under the flag, yawned boredly, then raised his hand and scratched the hair behind his head. He had been standing still just now, but now his feet are a little numb. He moved his feet slightly, and finally lowered his voice: "Xian Dan, why is it not over yet, I am sleepy to death."

Cosine lowered his head: "It's still early, it's just the beginning, and I have to find my own class when it's over."

For this year's senior year, the school temporarily decided to divide classes according to grades, but some time ago the school

system

There was a problem, and the new class schedule was not sent to the students. Therefore, during the flag-raising ceremony on the first day of school, the students stood in the original class. After the flag-raising ceremony, the students could go to the notice board in the hall to find themselves. the class you are in.

Jing Yuwen pouted and looked at the boy again, a little impatient: "Why is it Xiang Siye again? He is the flag-raiser, and he is the one who speaks under the flag."

Cosine sighed: "Who makes people both a scholar and a school grass?"

Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows: "He's the school grass? Then what am I?"

Cosine smiled: "You are almost the same, you are a joke."

Jing Yuwen frowned, clenched his hands into fists, and lightly beat Cosine's waist.

Cosine leaned slightly to the side, and smiled a little to please: "Master Jing is relieved, you are the school grassroots for the people, and Xiang Siye is pretending to be the school grass, he can't compare with you."

Jing Yuwen's arrogant little sword brows loosened, and his eyes turned to Xiang Siye who was under the national flag again.

Jing Yuwen is quite enthusiastic and popular. No matter where he is, he rarely has enemies with people. He and Xiang Siye are in class 22 and the other in class. Maliciousness has to start from the second semester of high school.

Because Jing Yuwen's mother Su Yan is the head teacher of the experimental middle school, she has to stay on duty at the school every Thursday, so Jing Yuwen eats in the school cafeteria every Thursday.

At noon that day, Jing Yuwen went to the cafeteria to line up to buy food as usual. The one standing in front of him, who was less than a head taller than him, was Xiang Siye. During the process, Xiang Siye's meal card suddenly dropped. I have nothing to do with Xiang Siye, but they are both middle school students, so I should help pick up a meal card, so I bent down and picked up Xiang Siye's meal card, and then met Xiang Si very, very, and very friendly. Ye said, "Classmate, you lost your meal card." Unexpectedly, Xiang Siye didn't even say "thank you". He didn't even look at Jing Yuwen, and took the meal card and continued to line up. Very proud!

After this time, Jing Yuwen quickly forgot about it. One day, when he was in the class to catch up on sleep, when he looked up, he saw Xiang Siye standing at the front door of their class. In his eyes, he read a trace of contempt.

Jing Yuwen grabbed his hair and thought about it, Xiang Siye didn't know anyone in his class, and the two classes were not close, so he was forced to come here to look at him contemptuously and pretend to be coercive?

Damn, what Jing Yuwen hates the most is this kind of school tyrant who likes to pretend!

New hatred and old hatred were mixed together. From then on, Jing Yuwen decided that Xiang Siye was an uncompromising King B. Every time he saw this guy, he had to go through a set of exclusive procedures, first roll his eyes , and then detour far away, saving yourself from being distracted.

Looking at the high-spirited youth under the national flag, Jing Yuwen was a little fortunate in his heart. Fortunately, Xiang Siye was a scholar, and he was assigned to a class. .

At the end of the flag-raising ceremony, the third-year students were leaving the venue in an orderly manner. Several classmates passed by Jing Yuwen and were discussing the class assignment.

"My grades are good this time. I should be able to be assigned to a class. I heard that this year's class teacher is Zhao Dong."

"Fuck me? True or false, I cry with envy, Zhao Dong doesn't care about his cell phone."

"Not only Zhao Dong, but also Xiang Siye, the immortal head teacher and the school classmates, I can wake up laughing in my dreams!"

"I'm dying of laughter, what about a class, that guy is so cold, I'm afraid you won't be able to say a word when you graduate."

......

Jing Yuwen listened and suddenly put his arm around Cosine's shoulder and asked, "Xiandan, tell the truth, which one is more handsome between me and Xiang Siye?"

Cosine swallowed: "Am I telling the truth?"

Looking at Cosine's expression, Jing Yuwen knew that this guy specified that he wouldn't say good things about him, and he didn't want to listen to lies, so he shook his head: "Forget it, don't say it."

Cosine touched his chin: "This, the face can't be compared, but Xiang Siye is standing there, at least one meter eighty-five, you..."

Cosine looked over Jing Yuwen's head.

Jing Yu Wen lowered his eyes and said, "Why? I'm wearing shoes."

Cosine snickered: "Then it has to be height-enhancing shoes, right?"

Jing Yuwen bent his knees: "I'll give you a fucking kick!"

Jing Yuwen didn't think there was anything to be unhappy about, but he was still a little sleepy now and looked unhappy.

He said in a lazy voice: "Forget it, anyway, he can't be in the same class as me. He can't be the school grass, and it's not bad to be a class grass. In other words, do I have to take the high-cold route?"

When Cosine heard that he was going to take the high-cold route, coupled with the gloomy expression he had just now, he was even more certain that he was not happy now, so he smiled: "Master Jing, don't be like this, please drink Coke, the blue can."

Based on the principle of being an asshole if you have the advantage, Jing Yuwen did not explain his feelings, but raised his eyebrows: "Then I want two cans!"

"no problem!"

Cosine has been in the same class with Jing Yuwen since his first year of high school. He knows everything about Jing Yuwen's temperament. There is nothing that one can of Coke can't handle. If one can't work, then two cans!

The bulletin board in the hall of the teaching building was crowded with people, and Cosine took advantage of his shortness to get in directly.

Jing Yuwen did not have the fighting spirit of Cosine. His sleepy face was full of indifference to the world. He walked directly from behind the crowd, walked to the entrance of the stairs, leaned against the handrail of the stairs, and waited for the group to leave. On, when will he see it.

After a while, Cosine emerged from the crowd in a messy manner, and his glasses were squeezed crookedly. He took off his glasses and grabbed a corner of the school uniform, rubbing it while smiling: "Master Jing, fate is wonderful, we both have a wonderful relationship. In class five."

Jing Yuwen rubbed his face with two slender, skinny hands, and said tiredly: "You can take my things to shift five by the way later, I'll go to the toilet, thank you."

After Jing Yuwen finished speaking, he went to the toilet outside the teaching building. Cosine just put on his glasses behind him, and shouted at his back: "Master Jing, come back early, or you will be late for a while."

Jing Yuwen raised his arms, and the school uniform sleeves took advantage of the trend to bring a piece of the lower corner, and the line of the boy's abdomen was faintly visible, he waved his hand: "Got it!"

Jing Yuwen swayed on the road, many students ran from the toilet to the teaching building, and he was the only one who walked to the toilet like an old man.

When he arrived, the toilet was already empty, a door was suddenly opened, and a tall, upright young man walked out from inside. Jing Yuwen was shocked for a while, and he was instantly awake.

Xiang Siye walked to his side, tilted his head, and said in a flat voice, "Hurry up, or you will be late."

Looking at it this way, Xiang Siye is indeed much taller than Jing Yuwen. His hair color and complexion are lighter, he has a pair of phoenix eyes, and his lips are also thinner. Logically speaking, he should have a cold appearance, but perhaps it is the toilet light. It was too dark, when he walked towards Jing Yuwen, Jing Yuwen felt that there was such a loss of milk...

Jing Yuwen gave himself a big mouth in his heart: I'm an idiot, and it's none of your business to be late?

But on the surface, he still smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "Thank you."

After Xiang Siye left, Jing Yuwen pouted and muttered to himself, "I'm crazy, I'm not in the same class as you."

He went to the sink and turned on the water

He arched his head and patted the water on his face. It was cool and comfortable. He repeated it several times in a row until the black hair on the forehead was wet and the water dripped down the hair before wiping. Turn your face and go to the teaching building.

It was very quiet in the teaching building, only the teachers in the classrooms on both sides of the stairs instructing the students to adjust their seats could be heard.

The fifth class is on the fifth floor, the highest floor, and Uncle Jing's pace quickened a bit.

There was no one in the corridor on the fifth floor. Uncle Jing wandered around the fifth class and saw a tall and strong middle-aged woman blocking the door.

Jing Yuwen smiled: "I'm sorry teacher, I went to the toilet."

The female teacher folded her arms, had a cold face, and said angrily: "A poor student is a lazy donkey grinding shit and urinating a lot."

Although Jing Yuwen didn't like the teacher's words very much, this time it was indeed his problem. He nodded with a smile: "Teacher is right, I'm sorry teacher. Teacher, can I go in now?"

The female teacher was still reluctant to give up: "Why are you going in? A mouse poop ruins the whole pot of soup, so go to a factory and go to work. You can't keep up with the heat, so what's the use of going to school?"

Jing Yuwen's smile stopped abruptly, and his patience was running out. He raised his head and frowned slightly, but a smile still appeared on his face: "Teacher, if you don't want me to go in, I can stand outside for a day, don't be so harsh. what."

As soon as the words fell, Jing Yuwen noticed that there were more people behind him, and the female teacher in front of her had a fierce look and wanted to curse, but now she gradually smiled.

A boy's clean and clear voice came from behind: "Report teacher, I'm late too."

Jing Yuwen felt that he had heard this voice somewhere just now, so he looked back, and it really was him!

The author has something to say:

Here again, the blind is actually a donkey, which may be worse than the donkey. The donkey is high-quality and high-yield, and the blind is low-quality and high-yield...