Chapter 7

There are usually no people in the art building, and it is deserted. As soon as Jing Yuwen stepped in, he felt a chill all over his body.

Liu Ping's office was just around the corner on the first floor. Jing Yuwen stood at the window and looked in to see if she was there. Before he could see her, he heard the door of the office open.

Liu Ping came out of it, Jing Yu Wen wanted to apologize for not coming to her on time yesterday, but she didn't expect that she didn't give Jing Yu Wen a chance to apologize, and her attitude was completely opposite to yesterday.

"Jing Yuwen, come with me."

"Oh."

She took Jing Yuwen to a piano room, stood at the door of the piano room and looked out. After confirming that no one was around, she closed the door and sat in front of the piano with Jing Yuwen standing in front of him.

"Jing Yuwen, do you want to get into a good university?"

Jing Yuwen smiled awkwardly: "Yes, who doesn't want to."

Liu Ping smiled politely: "Why don't you go to a specialty student. You see that your image has a great advantage. If you take the art exam, you won't be able to get into a good school."

Jing Yuwen is not interested in art at all. He thinks his grades are okay. There are 14 science classes out of the fifth. of an undergraduate college.

"I don't want to study, I can go to undergraduate."

Liu Ping patiently analyzed: "Look, your grades are not bad now. If you are a special student, you might be able to go to 985, 211 or something. Wouldn't it be better?"

Jing Yuwen couldn't help laughing in his heart. Yesterday, he said with a cold and arrogant look that he was a poor student and asked him to find a job in a factory. Today, he seems to have changed. This teacher is really interesting.

"I'll just go to an undergraduate degree. I'm not interested in art. If you have nothing to do, teacher, I'll go first."

Liu Ping still didn't give up, and there was some pride in her flattering smile: "Listen to me first, I had a student before, he was a special student who came to me after his grades were not very good, and took a 211 university entrance examination. I believe you can too."

Jing Yuwen smiled: "Sorry teacher, I can't support the wall with mud, and I'm not interested in 211 University."

Jing Yuwen had a clear attitude and turned around to open the door of the piano room.

"stop."

Jing Yuwen stopped and turned around: "Is there anything else, teacher?"

Liu Ping suddenly changed his face: "Didn't you come to me yesterday, why did you come today?"

Hehe, Jing Yuwen thought Liu Ping had changed his personality, but he didn't expect to be waiting for him here.

He politely said, "Sorry teacher, I forgot something yesterday."

Liu Ping relented: "Do you understand the importance of respecting teachers? I asked you to come yesterday, and you only came today..."

Jing Yuwen snorted coldly and interrupted: "Respect teachers and respect Taoism, one, you haven't taught me before, you're not a teacher in my true sense, and I haven't taken your courses, so I can't talk about Taoism. Second, as a teacher, you must first have teacher morality to be respected by students, Mr. Liu Ping, do you think a teacher who scolds students for rat shit and asks students to find a job in a factory is considered a teacher?"

Liu Ping suddenly pressed a row of piano keys, and a series of messy piano sounds rang out. She was furious: "You, alright Jing Yuwen, if I say one sentence, you are the best, are you still a student? This is for the sake of your future, do you understand?"

Jing Yuwen smiled lazily: "I have plans for my future, don't bother you."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out, and there was a shrill messy piano sound from the piano room.

Jing Yuwen thought it was funny. He didn't understand what benefit Liu Ping could bring to Liu Ping by chasing and introducing students to learn their specialties. Judging from Liu Ping's character, it was impossible for her to really think about the future of the students.

After wasting a while with Liu Ping, most of the class time had passed. Jing Yuwen ran to the toilet and flushed his face. When he ran up to the fifth floor, the class bell hadn't been rang, but few people were jumping around in the corridor.

He walked into the class and found that Zhou Hong was sitting in his seat. He was standing beside Fan Jia and was a little puzzled: "Why are you Da Zhou? Usurping the throne?"

Zhou Hong and Fan Jia looked up at Jing Yuwen, and then looked back at Siye.

Xiang Siye held his chin, tilted his head and looked at Jing Yuwen, very leisurely like a big idler: "Change positions."

Jing Yuwen: ?

"Why are you looking at me? The class teacher made the assignment." Xiang Siye looked at the vacant seat beside him: "Sit first, are you going to stand up for class?"

Jing Yuwen frowned. He always felt that there was a deceit in the transfer. Xiang Siye, the bastard, specified what kind of trick he was playing, but this bastard liked Fan Jia. Even if he played tricks, he would definitely let Fan Jia be him. Same table.

Jing Yuwen looked around and found that he was not the only one who changed seats. Thinking about it again, if he was at the same table, this bastard would have no chance to kick his ass again, so he sat down with peace of mind.

All his things were brought in and sorted out. He found out the materials to be used in this class: "Xianggou, let's change, I want to sit in it."

Xiang Siye raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Jing Yuwen smiled: "It's safe to sit inside."

Now the two of them are at the same table, and the voices of the two of them are not loud enough to reach the ears of the front table.

Xiang Siye rested his chin in his left hand, held a pen in his right hand, tapped Jing Yuwen's hand on the table with the end of the pen, and chuckled, "Alright, if you act like a spoiled brat, I'll change it for you."

Jing Yuwen: ?

He instantly frowned: "Are you fucking perverted?"

Xiang Siye chuckled lightly: "It's not like you haven't acted like a spoiled child, why, just follow the English teacher, but not with me?"

Just kidding, he Jing Yuwen has the most backbone in the world. In his life, even if he doesn't sleep in class, even if he is sleepy, it is impossible to sell his soul to act like a spoiled bastard like Xiang Siye. He slapped the table: "Do you fucking love to change it!"

Xiang Siye gave a thumbs up: "Okay, ambitious."

Jing Yuwen rolled his eyes and ignored the bastard.

In this class, the physics teacher is called Tan Zhonghai. He has a round beer belly. He likes to bask in the sun and walks. He often walks in the row by the window during class, and sometimes he walks to Jingyu. The position of the text also stopped to give a lecture.

Although Jing Yuwen didn't do anything wrong, he was always afraid of ghosts. Once a teacher stood behind him, he always felt that the teacher was watching him from behind. After this class, he hardly raised his head.

Xiang Siye glanced at him from time to time, and sighed slightly when he looked at him with his head down and didn't dare to move.

The get out of class bell rang, and just when Jing Yuwen was finally about to breathe a sigh of relief, the physics teacher behind him spoke again.

"That classmate, let's go to get out of class after this topic is finished."

Jing Yuwen was helpless, and lowered his head again.

After another two minutes, Tan Zhonghai finally left, Jing Yu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that his soul had been liberated like never before, he lay on the table, relaxing his mind and body after a tense class.

He thought, this is not the way to go. Tan Zhonghai is not the only teacher who likes to stop in the back row, but he is the only one who is frightened. After thinking about it, he decided to sell his soul.

Xiang Siye turned his head to look at the back of Jing Yuwen's head, his pale eyes trembled.

"or......"

Before he could say anything, Jing Yuwen, who was languid, suddenly raised his head with a smile on his face: "Xianggou ~ you can change it with me, will I invite you to drink milk tea in the afternoon?"

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings were silent.

Jing Yu Wen looked around in a daze. At this moment, Fan Jia, Zhou Hong, and Cosine were all staring at him dumbfounded.

Xiang Siye laughed out loud: "Okay."

There were several obvious red bumps on Cosine's face, he swallowed: "You continue, I, come back next time."

Jing Yuwen got up and grabbed Cosine, pressing his face on the table: "Continue what? Why are you so excited? What are you doing here? Hurry up and spare you."

Zhou Hong raised his pen and smiled: "Master Jing, is it you who is excited?"

Jing Yuwen was a little dazed, he glanced at Fan Jia, and Fan Jia nodded.

This, excitedly, seems to be indeed him.

Cosine cried: "Master Jing, let me go, I will never say it."

Jing Yuwen let go of the cosine and sat down: "Well, I'm conditioned, I want to catch you as soon as you run away, you say first, why are you looking for me?"

Cosine took off his crooked glasses, adjusted them, and put them on again: "I want you to help me bring a bottle of toilet water, there are mosquitoes at night."

Jing Yuwen asked, "Is there any in the school supermarket?"

"The school supermarket doesn't sell the kind I want. It's the kind of glass bottle with green stickers. It's easy to use."

Jing Yuwen couldn't help covering his nose, the smell was too pungent, and he didn't like it very much: "Okay, I'll bring it to you in the afternoon, you can go."

Cosine smiled: "Thank you, Lord Jing."

After he finished speaking, he returned to his position.

At this time, Fan Jia and Zhou Hong were still staring at Jing Yuwen, and Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a macho act coquettish? It's not like you haven't acted coquettishly with Ma beauty yesterday. Make a fuss?"

Both of them turned their heads back silently with eyes full of "don't explain, I understand".

Jing Yuwen was angry, and slapped the table angrily: "Change seats with me."

Xiang Siye's face was calm: "What about my milk tea?"

"I'll bring it to you in the afternoon," Jing Yuwen got up to organize his things and muttered softly, "Xiang Siye is really a scheming dog."

Hearing his muttering, Xiang Siye didn't get angry, just smiled, got up and packed things with him, and then changed seats.

After finishing the things, Jing Yuwen turned his body sideways, leaning his back against the wall, as expected, it was still relatively cool inside!

He raised his foot and kicked Xiang Siye's leg lightly: "Hey, Xiang Dog, will the milk tea and today's Coke be offset?"

Xiang Siye smiled and shook his head: "No, one yard is one yard."

Jing Yuwen pouted: "Stingy, what do you want to drink?"

"The person who invited the guests has the final say."

"Oh."

When returning home from school at noon, Jing Yuwen slept and woke up to receive a message from Fan Jia.

Fan Fan: Poke, I've agreed to invite you to drink milk tea. What do you want to drink, I'll buy it in the afternoon.

Jing Yuwen didn't think that if he helped Fan Jia, he had to ask others to return it, but he was worried that if he refused this kind offer, Fan Jia would have a psychological burden. After hesitating for a while, he returned.

Jing: Which door are you closer to?

Fan Fan: I live on campus, north gate.

King: The one at the north gate, mango pudding.

Fan Fan: OK.

He turned off the phone screen and got up to go to the bathroom to wash.

No. 5 Middle School does not have much requirements on the appearance of students. Students can have their favorite hairstyles, but not too much, such as colorful and permed hair, so Jing Yuwen has long bangs on his forehead. He washes his face at home and is used to using facial cleanser. , In order not to stick to all the hair, every time you wash your face, you have to take a small headband to tie your bangs.

He looked around for a long time, but saw no sign of the little headband, and shouted, "Mom, the headband is gone again."

Su Yan has long hair. Although she is already a woman, she still has some girlish hearts, so she has a lot of beautiful headbands in the bedroom. Every time Jing Yuwen loses it, she runs to Su Yan to ask for it.

He walked to the living room, Su Yan was watching TV, he thought for a while, he should not disturb Ms. Su, go find it by himself, and was stopped by Su Yan as soon as he reached the door of Su Yan's bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

Jing Yuwen just woke up and was still a little lazy: "I lost my headband again, go get one."

Su Yan got up: "You can't find it, I'll get it."

After entering the bedroom, he closed the door, and finally took out a pink headband and handed it to Jing Yuwen.

"It's always lost, and if it doesn't work, it's worn on the wrist."

"Oh."

Jing Yuwen tied his bangs into a small tug, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and put the headband on his wrist.

He thought about his promise to buy milk tea for Xiang Siye today, but the bastard didn't say what milk tea he wanted. He simply took the bus to the north gate and bought a cup of milk tea that he liked. There is a supermarket over there, just in time to bring Cosine Belt. Bottle of toilet water. He thought, mango pudding is so delicious, who doesn't like it is a fool!

At noon, the sun was still very strong, and Jing Yuwen's big eyes narrowed into a small slit involuntarily when he saw the sun, so that he could only see the road in front of him and couldn't see the people around him.

"Master Jing!"

Jing Yuwen was holding milk tea and a bottle of Liushen Flower Dew in his hand. He tried his best to open his eyes and looked at the people around him. He was a former classmate in Class 22.

"Han Ming, it's a coincidence."

Han Ming smiled wickedly: "Master Jing, is it true that the post said that?"

Jing Yuwen never read the posts, let alone what Han Ming was talking about: "What?"

Han Ming's eyes swept to the headband on Jing Yuwen's wrist, and he was speechless: "Tsk tsk, Lord Jing has grown up, and he is no longer the straight male cancer patient from before. Okay, Lord Jing, I'll go first."

Jing Yuwen stopped on the spot, frowned, doubting himself, he always felt that his emotional intelligence was on the rise.

He went back to class and put the toilet water on the cosine table.

The bag on Cosine's face became bigger again, and there were still a few cross marks on it. He held the toilet water: "Thank you, Lord Jing, and I'm finally saved."

Jing Yuwen smiled: "It's okay."

Fan Jia was away, Zhou Hong was immersed in his questions, Jing Yuwen had a cup of milk tea and a can of Coke on the table, and Xiang Siye stared blankly at the table in a daze.

Jing Yuwen handed out the milk tea in his hand: "Here, your milk tea."

Xiang Siye raised his hand to pick up the milk tea, and was stunned when he saw the headband on Jing Yuwen's wrist.

"Why? Take it."

"Oh."

Xiang Siye took the milk tea slowly.

The atmosphere was a little heavy, and he was as smart as Jing Yuwen, and at a glance he could see that Xiang Gou was very unhappy now.