Chapter 6

It's still early, and only half of the class is here. Jing Yuwen sat back in his seat and took out the homework from last night one by one from his schoolbag.

Xiang Siye followed behind him, and as soon as he sat back, he raised his foot and kicked Xiajing Yuwen's ass.

"Wanna see?"

Jing Yuwen was busy with his homework and didn't look back: "Don't look."

"Ambitious."

Although Jing Yuwen has poor grades, he has a habit. He would rather not write than copy other people's labor results. Moreover, because the school just started, the teacher did not assign a lot of homework, and he came earlier, plus an early self study session. time to finish the homework.

There are more and more people in the class. I don't know who got the gossip from where it said, "The grandson of the grade director has a fever and is hospitalized, and he can't come to the school for patrol this morning." As soon as these words came out, the class exploded instantly. Say anything.

Looking at the math questions on the test paper, Jing Yuwen always felt that the idea was right in front of him, but every time he started to write, his mind was full of noises all around him. He frowned and bit the flesh of his lower lip, feeling a little irritable.

He sent a kick to Siye from behind, he just wanted to solve the problem now, he didn't have time to pay attention to this King B.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Xiang Siye could only call his tablemate sideways: "Fan Jia, give it to him."

Xiang Siye handed Fan Jia a small transparent plastic box with two black earplugs in it. Fan Jia nodded, took it, and put it on Jing Yuwen's desk.

"Xiang Siye gave it to you."

Jing Yuwen was stunned for a second, then turned around: "Thank you."

Xiang Siye raised his thin lips and said nothing, but raised his eyebrows at him.

Jing Yuwen drooped his eyelids: "It makes you look even more cheap."

Xiang Siye smiled: "Continue writing, don't stop."

Jing Yuwen pouted.

He put on earplugs, don't say, it really worked, it was like being isolated from the world in an instant, and all the disturbances around him were fleeting.

After a while, Jing Yu Wen closed his math homework and was about to change his biology homework, but when he looked up, he saw a person coming in at the door of the class.

The man was not wearing a school uniform, but he looked like a student. He was about the same height as Jing Yuwen, with a thin body, fluffy hair and a bit naturally curly. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Casually wearing a white shirt and light blue baggy jeans.

Everyone thought that this person was a student from the wrong class, and ignored it. Unexpectedly, he strode up to the podium, looked up at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard, and covered his mouth with a surprised expression: "Yeah~ there are two hundred more. The college entrance examination in seventy-eight days?"

The class suddenly became quiet, Jing Yuwen took off an earplug and watched the man perform on the podium.

"Oh, what should I do? What if I can't get into the university?" The man suddenly had a stunned expression: "Huh? Why should I worry? It's you who want to take the college entrance examination."

Jing Yuwen probably guessed it. If nothing else, the actor should be his head teacher, Wen Qin.

Wen Qin pretends to be

easy

The appearance of schadenfreude: "Oh, I already have a job, but you, what should I do if I can't get into the university? It's too difficult to find a partner or a job."

He thought about it for a while, and then said, "I went to a school to recruit toilet cleaners. How about I help you ask after graduation?"

The classmates who said they were the most favorite suddenly lowered their heads.

A voice suddenly popped out of the silence: "Teacher, we are wrong, we will study now."

Wen Qin smiled: "It's still too late to know what's wrong. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Wen Qin. I'm your head teacher and a language teacher. I used to work in the capital experiment teaching. There was a sudden situation yesterday, so I didn't have time. Seeing you for the first time, I apologize for this. In order to get to know you better in the future, let’s introduce myself first in this early self-study session, starting from the first one at the front door, and then proceeding in turn.”

In the order Wen Qin said, Jing Yuwen was the second to last. He didn't think about anything and continued to put on his earplugs to do his homework.

When it was his turn, he was still addicted to his homework. Fan Jia just wanted to raise his hand to remind him, but Xiang Siye got up: "I'll come first."

When Jing Yuwen reacted, Xiang Siye had already stepped onto the podium, picked up the chalk and wrote three beautiful characters "Xiang Siye" on the blackboard. I have to say that his writing on the blackboard is strong and powerful, and it is really beautiful to read. Jing Yuwen was a little envious.

Wen Qin touched his chin: "you are Simiao's younger brother."

Xiang Siye smiled slightly, nodded, and then returned to his position. The last one was Jing Yuwen.

He ran to the podium, thinking that he would also be smart, he picked up a piece of chalk without hesitation, and wrote his name-Jing Yuwen next to Xiang Siye.

In the last row by the window, the corners of the boy's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

Wen Qin looked at Jing Yuwen on the podium and thoughtfully: "You are Jing Yuwen."

Jing Yuwen wondered: "You know me?"

Wen Qin smiled, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at the row by the window: "I heard others mention you."

"Oh."

Jing Yuwen didn't have much doubts about this. After all, in the past two years in high school, with his liveliness, few people in the whole school, even in the first grade, didn't know him.

When he returned to his seat, the first thing he did was look back at his dashing blackboard. He was still feeling good about himself just now, but after comparing it from a distance, he realized that next to Xiang Siye's blackboard writing, his own was just a piece of shit!

The bastard behind him kicked his ass again, and he pressed his tongue against his cheeks, damn, if the head teacher wasn't there, he would have beaten this bastard up and down.

The next second, a small piece of paper landed on his desk. When he took it apart and looked at it, a few strong words were written on it: Do you want me to teach you how to write on a blackboard?

Jing Yuwen frowned, picked up the pen and wrote a large character on it: Go away. Then hurriedly threw it back.

After the self-introduction round was over, the bell rang for the morning self-study get out of class, and the class representatives appointed by the teachers of each subject immediately began to collect homework.

Jing Yuwen handed over his homework one by one to the representatives of each subject. When the representative of the English class came over, he was stupid and hadn't written the English homework yet.

The representative of the English class was named Liang Xiao, a girl with two braids. She smiled while holding a stack of English homework: "It's okay, there are a lot of people who have handed in today, and she won't find out if you don't report to you."

Jing Yuwen thought for a while: "Sign my name."

Jing Yuwen has been with Ma Yan for two years, and knows Ma Yan's habits well. In the second year of high school, he did not hand in his homework, and the class representative had a good relationship with him and did not report his name.

Liang Xiao pursed his lips and smiled: "Alright then."

When you're done, go to the next homework.

Zhou Hong handed in his homework in a proper manner. When Liang Xiao looked at Xiang Siye, Xiang Siye flipped through his homework and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I didn't write it, remember my name, class representative."

Zhou Hong leaned closer to him, looked at the neat and tidy words, and wondered, "You're not..."

Xiang Siye suddenly put his arms around Zhou Hong's neck and covered his mouth: "Zhou Hong's hairstyle is very handsome today, oh, remember my name, trouble."

"No trouble."

Liang Xiao looked at the two of them embarrassedly and bewilderedly, and then wrote down the names of Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye on the paper.

Jing Yuwen turned sideways, rested his arms on the edge of the table, and supported the back of his head with his palms: "You didn't write?"

Xiang Siye let go of Zhou Hong, tilted his head and smiled: "Yes, I forgot to write it."

Jing Yuwen pouted: "Cut, I haven't finished writing it myself, and you asked me if I could read it, Xianggou, will you die if you don't pretend?"

Xiang Siye chuckled lightly: "If you think you will, you will."

After saying that, he got up and walked out.

Jing Yuwen also thought about making up for the English homework, at least to make Ma Yan's punishment a little lighter, but he didn't die, and the first class was in English.

Ma Yan rushed into the class angrily and slapped the textbook on the table: "Okay, on the second day of school, all the students completed their homework conscientiously, but there were two great gods who didn't write their English homework. ."

When everyone thinks about it with their toes, they can tell that the first one is Jing Yuwen, but the second one is unknown to everyone, and they all ask each other about the people around them.

"is it you?"

"No, I thought it was you."

"How dare I."

......

Amidst the suspicion, Jing Yuwen covered his face.

Ma Yan added: "Laughing, still laughing, Xiang Siye, why did he fall into the third year of high school?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Xiang Siye for a while.

Xiang Siye had an indifferent expression on his face: "Do you want to go out and stand, teacher?"

Jing Yuwen: ?

Jing Yuwen wanted to cry but had no tears. Xiang Siye was really a pig teammate. With Ma Yan's temper, they could have been allowed to stay in the class, but as soon as he said this, they had to go outside and stand. Listen to a class.

Sure enough, the next second, Ma Yan said, "Okay, you two, go out and stand."

Xiang Siye raised his foot and kicked Jing Yuwen, and whispered, "Let's go."

Jing Yuwen turned his head to look at Xiang Siye with a sad face, wishing he could kill this fellow with his eyes! Xiang Siye still smiled at him?

Ma Yan urged the two of them: "Don't stare at the two great gods, grab your books and invite them outside."

The first thing Jing Yuwen did when he came out was to hold the book and give it to Xiang Siye's head.

He whispered, "You idiot, why did you say you didn't have to provoke her? Otherwise, we could stay in there for a class safely."

Xiang Siye said indifferently: "How boring is English class?"

"It's more interesting than standing outside now, and you fucking kill yourself and pull me up."

"I think it's interesting to stand outside with you," Xiang Siye paused, then said, "By the way, you haven't thanked me for giving you earplugs."

Jing Yuwen frowned: "Didn't I say thank you?"

Xiang Siye smiled, and Jing Yuwen felt that the smile was like a hooligan.

"If I don't accept it, it doesn't count."

Jing Yuwen's brain was running fast, and he said in his heart, "Isn't this guy wanting to take back his promise to pack me a semester of Coke?"

So, he said confidently, "Don't think about you, if you regret it, I will block you immediately when I go back!"

Xiang Siye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you thinking? I'm not that stingy."

Jing Yuwen finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what do you want?"

The corners of Xiang Siye's lips twitched: "How about showing up to each other?"

"I didn't see it, Xianggou, you turned out to be a sullen man," Jing Yuwen calmly rolled up a book and hooked his index finger towards Siye: "Xianggou, come closer to me."

"Hey, good."

Xiang Siye got closer to him, and Jing Yuwen aimed at his head.

"I've seen you as a hooligan for a long time. How dare you openly greedy your body. I think you're lawless."

Xiang Siye didn't fight back, but said, "Okay, I don't dare."

Jing Yuwen put away the book: "It's about the same."

Standing outside, he always felt that he had forgotten something, and he remembered what happened before the penalty stop yesterday afternoon. Yesterday, Liu Ping asked him to go to the Art Building, but he forgot. The book was photographed in Xiang Siye's hands.

"Help me get it back, I'll go to the Art Building."

"Oh."

After that, he went downstairs.