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    Chapter 5

    Fan Jia was entangled with a boy in a lab uniform not far away, Fan Jia kept avoiding the boy as if in pain.

    "I said, I really don't have feelings for you, can you stop pestering me? I beg you."

    The boy grabbed Fan Jia's arm: "Jiajia, don't lie to yourself, you just like me, why are you so shy?"

    Fan Jia cried: "I have clearly rejected you since your first confession, why don't you believe it?"

    The boy pulled Fan Jia towards him, ignoring her struggle, and hugged her in his arms: "I don't believe it, you just like me."

    Jing Yuwen sneered, daring to love Fan Jia because he was forced by Puxin man, and this Puxin man looks like a skinny monkey, not at all comparable to Xiang Siye, thinking of this, his heart ignited. Anger. He glanced around, and there happened to be an abandoned mop stick, which he picked up without a word and headed towards the two of them.

    "Hey, isn't the experiment known as the number one priority in Beicheng? How come there's such a gangster?"

    Hearing the sound, the boy looked up at Jing Yuwen in a panic, but he still didn't let go of Fan Jia.

    "Don't mind your own business."

    Fan Jia cried out, "Jing Yuwen, help me."

    Jing Yuwen pointed the stick at the boy and frowned, "Let go of her, or the stick won't have eyes."

    The boy's arms loosened, and his expression panicked: "Are you Jing Yuwen?"

    Jing Yuwen put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform, took out his phone, and smiled: "Yes, do you want me to take a picture and send it to my mother now, so that you can be on the honor roll tomorrow?"

    Fan Jia took the opportunity to push the boy away, hid behind Jing Yuwen, and whispered, "Thank you."

    "It's all right."

    The boy pretended to be calm: "I said why Fan Jia is so arrogant, it turns out that it is better to be on the side, Jing Yuwen, don't be complacent, Fan Jia is the leftovers of the master..."

    Fan Jia angrily said, "Shut up your stinky mouth and stop spreading rumors!"

    Jing Yuwen turned his neck, raised his stick horizontally towards the boy, raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "Dare to call me your grandfather? Grandson, are you trying to compete with this stick?"

    The boy swallowed: "Just wait and see, don't think you got a bargain."

    Jing Yuwen only took two steps forward. The boy ran upside down and said, "Jing Yuwen, wait for me!"

    Jing Yuwen took a few steps forward quickly. The boy thought he was going to chase after him, so he turned around and ran straight, but because he didn't react, he hit the tree in front of him.

    Jing Yuwen laughed: "You fucking change your mind first."

    The boy was angry and scared, so he could only cover his head and ran out of the woods.

    There was still a trace of fear on Fan Jia's face: "Thank you Jing Yuwen."

    Jing Yu Wenguang thought about going to buy milk tea to drink. He threw the stick aside and smiled: "It's okay, be careful in the future, I'll go first, there is something to report."

    After he finished speaking, he ran out of the school without listening to what Fan Jia said.

    He bought a cup of mango pudding milk tea and finished it when he got home.

    At the dinner table, Su Yan mentioned what happened in the afternoon.

    Ma Yan was transferred from the experiment to No. 5 Middle School. She had known Su Yan before. Once Jing Yuwen happened in school, she would tell Su Yan as soon as possible.

    "I heard from Ma Yan, you got into trouble with your back desk in English class today, and you went out and stood up for punishment?"

    Jing Yuwen took a mouthful of millet porridge: "That idiot put a small sticker on my face, he's crazy, I can't get angry, so he pressed his forehead."

    Jing Yuwen's father Jing Zhuo said, "You didn't always like to collect stickers when you were in kindergarten."

    Su Yan recalled: "Yes, yes, especially the small heart-shaped stickers. Every time I buy it for you, I have to stick it all over my face before going to kindergarten."

    Jing Zhuo suddenly put down his chopsticks, ran to the bedroom and took out a photo. The photo was of Jing Yuwen in kindergarten. All kinds of stickers were plastered on his white and tender face. He grinned very happily. .

    Jing Yuwen took the photo and looked at it for a while, then smiled unconsciously: "I was so handsome when I was young."

    He put the photo on the table and said, "It was in kindergarten. I'm in the third year of high school now, how can I still like it?"

    Jing Zhuo smiled: "You see the big from the small, aren't you still playing Moore Manor?"

    Jing Yuwen was a little guilty when he was told, and he licked his teeth: "Someone has been rushing to do housework recently, is there something else?"

    Su Yan took a bite: "Your dad has been very diligent recently, and he deserves praise."

    Jing Zhuo smiled guiltily.

    Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows: "Ms. Su, I suggest you take a look at our mop..."

    A few days ago, Jing Yuwen saw Jing Zhuo wrap his private money in a plastic bag and hide it in the cracks of the mop.

    Jing Zhuo coughed twice, frowning at Jing Yuwen, his face full of "don't say it, I'll give you whatever you want" look on his face.

    Jing Yuwen's topic changed abruptly: "Should it be changed?"

    Su Yan said indifferently, "I just changed it last month, so don't worry about it. After you finish eating, go check the questions for a while."

    "Oh," Jing Yuwen got up, winked at Jing Zhuo, and said, "Then I'll go back to my room~"

    He just went back to the room and sat for a while when he received a message on WeChat.

    My dad: Transfer 100 yuan.

    One hundred yuan is also money, and Jing Yuwen readily accepted it.

    He didn't want to do his homework, so he played a few games under the quilt, and a message reminded him suddenly floating on the game page.

    J.: Why didn't you study at night? Have you written your homework?

    Jing: No, don't want to write.

    Jing: Did he come back to you again?

    J.: Who?

    Jing Yu Wenxin said: Amnesia?

    He frowned and was about to answer when he saw a friend verifying it.

    Nickname: Fan Fan

    Remarks: Fan Jia.

    This outburst directly confused Jing Yuwen, and he first agreed to this verification.

    scene:?

    Fan Fan: haven't had time to thank you today. I'll invite you to drink milk tea tomorrow.

    Jing: Do you have two WeChat IDs?

    Fan Fan: One.

    Jing Yuwen opened the cosine dialog box.

    Jing: Send it to Xianggou WeChat.

    Cos: Why, Master Jing, do you want to add to God first?

    Jing: Send it first.

    Cos: wyj******

    Jing Yuwen stared at this string of numbers for a long time, and was a little shocked. He has been pulling red lines for Xiang Siye and Xiang Siye today?

    He immediately ran to question Xiang Siye.

    Jing: Who are you?

    J.: What do you say?

    Jing: Are you not Fan Jia?

    J.: I didn't say I was.

    Jing: Xiang Siye!!!!!

    J.: Hey, what are you doing?

    Jing Yuwen's fluffy hair is about to explode! This guy is fucking playing with his IQ!

    Jing: Are you a fucking dog?

    Jing: Why didn't you say that you are Xiang Siye?

    J.: You didn't ask, I thought you knew.

    Jing: I know a ghost, TMD blocked.

    J.: No, please drink Coke.

    Jing: I don't care, you go away.

    J.: One semester's Coke, I pack it.

    J.: One semester, every day.

    One semester? Well...it's really tempting, so, under the temptation of Xiang Siye, Jing Yu Wen softened.

    Scene: Literal evidence.

    After a while, Xiang Siye sent a picture of a receipt, which was written with pen and paper, and the handwriting on the paper was strong and powerful.

    "Xiang Siye did not explain his identity to A Jing, which caused A Jing to misunderstand, so he promised to take A Jing's Coke for a semester, and he made this basis - Xiang Siye."

    J.: Is it possible?

    Jing: A Jing changed to Jing Yuwen, thank you.

    Later, Xiang Siye sent a new picture, and all the A Jing on the paper were crossed out and replaced by Jing Yuwen.

    J.: So?

    Jing: Very much to my liking.

    J.: Then you have written your homework, or you will be fined tomorrow.

    Jing Yuwen read this, but did not reply to Xiang Siye. After getting up to wash up, he played a few more games and fell asleep.

    The next morning, Jing Yuwen got up early, thinking about making up his homework. At this time, there was no one in the school. When he walked through the hall of the teaching building, he found a sign.

    He stood in front of the sign and read aloud: "Honorable Alumni List."

    On the sign are the students of No. 5 Middle School who have been admitted to famous schools over the years. The first and second are two boys who have been admitted to the Capital A University. They are very handsome.

    Jing Yuwen looked at the second one a little familiar, as if he had seen it on TV. When he saw his name, it turned out to be Gu Jin, an actor who has recently become popular.

    After a while, there was a man standing beside him, the man kicked him lightly, but he didn't notice because he had been looking at the man on the sign. The man followed where his eyes were looking and read sounded.

    "Jiang Shen, Gu Jin."

    Jing Yuwen just came back to his senses, and he turned his head sideways: "Come so early? Where's my Coke?"

    "It's too cold in the morning, I'll give it in the afternoon," Xiang Siye glanced at him, then looked at the person on the sign: "I heard that the two of them are a couple."

    "Oh."

    Xiang Siye looked at him with a tentative tone: "Don't you think it's strange for boys to be with boys?"

    Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows: "Xianggou, what era is this, why are your thoughts still so outdated? Do you understand respect for love?"

    Xiang Siye breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and raised his hand to grab Jing Yuwen's hair: "Why didn't you reply to my message yesterday?"

    Jing Yuwen carefully combed his hair before going out, but being caught by Xiang Dog like this, it is estimated that he was completely messed up, and his eyelids drooped instantly.

    Xiang Siye was stunned for a moment.

    Jing Yuwen is not a gentleman without retribution.

    "Xianggou, can you come closer to me?"

    "Row."

    Xiang Siye took a step forward and happened to stand in front of Jing Yuwen. Jing Yuwen quickly grabbed his hair and rubbed it mercilessly.

    Xiang Siye didn't resist, just let him rub.

    He rubbed for a while, looked at it, no, he was still a little handsome, and continued rubbing. After several consecutive times, there were more and more people in the hall, and they all stared at them curiously when passing by.

    "Why is this?"

    "Master Jing bullies Xueba?"

    "Look at this height difference, Xiang Siye seems to be bullied? It's obvious that Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai."

    "Master Jing is so easy to get along with, and to be able to deal with Xiang Siye like this, it is estimated that Xiang Siye is also a wonderful person."

    ......

    Finally, Xiang Siye said warmly, "Have you relieved your anger?"

    Jing Yuwen stepped back, it was strange, how could this person not affect his appearance at all no matter how messy his hair was?

    "No, it's still a little nice."

    Xiang Siye smiled and said, "Go back to work to make up your homework first, and I'll let you catch enough next time."

    Jing Yuwen then remembered that he hadn't finished his homework, and ran upstairs like the wind was blowing under his feet.

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