Chapter 9

"Are you a fucking idiot?"

Xiang Siye smiled, his eyes suddenly filled with some unnoticeable loneliness, he asked, "Do you like that girl?"

Jing Yuwen thought for a while, but he didn't remember what the girl looked like just now, and since childhood, he had never liked anyone else, so he said casually, "I don't know what I like. Show me to myself. "

He snatched the piece of paper from Xiang Siye's hand.

The girl's handwriting is very delicate: Jing Yuwen, I'm very sorry to disturb you before the college entrance examination. I originally wanted to save these words and talk about them after the college entrance examination, but the things in the post today made me a little anxious. I'm afraid I won't say it again. go with someone else. I like you since the first year of high school. At that time, it was really because you were good-looking. Later, I was gradually attracted by your character. You are really a good person, so I decided to tell you today. You, I hope you don't get bothered by this, I just want you to know that there is someone around who loves you all the time. I'm a senior in high school if I'm lucky enough to be liked by you, let's spend our senior year together.

The words behind "I am a senior in high school" were obscured by a pool of ink. Jing Yuwen looked back and forth several times but couldn't see the person's name and class. He turned to look at the ballpoint pen on Xiang Siye's table and put This piece of paper was photographed on Xiang Siye's table.

"Did you do this?"

Xiang Siye stared at it for a few seconds, opened his ballpoint pen and looked at it, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "Oh, it's broken?"

"I'm sorry, there's a leak, I'll throw it away." He got up, closed the pen cap, picked up the paper and envelope, and looked back and forth: "Have you read it? I'll throw it away together for you."

Before Jing Yuwen could react, he walked to the trash can in front of the classroom. He tore the envelope and letter in half, and threw the broken ballpoint pen into the trash can.

Jing Yuwen folded his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for the bastard to come back.

"Did you throw it away with my consent?"

Xiang Siye looked as if nothing had happened: "It's not that you don't like her, why do you keep it?"

"I don't like the flowers above, okay? You're just jealous of me being chased."

Xiang Siye said lightly, "I'm quite jealous."

"I'll just say it." Although Jing Yuwen had the upper hand in the conversation, he was still angry, so he raised his foot and kicked Xiang Siye's thigh, sat upright, and asked angrily, "What's in the next class? ?"

Xiang Siye smiled: "Biology."

Jing Yuwen slumped his head down: "A creature, it's so boring."

The last thing he wanted to do was biology class. Every time there was a creature, he would be so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

Xiang Siye took out a stack of materials from the table and put it on Jing Yuwen's table: "What kind of rotten thing is your biology? If it weren't for the score of biology, you wouldn't be the second-to-last in the test."

Jing Yuwen didn't think much about it, picked up this stack of materials and flipped through them. They were all biological knowledge points, which were quite practical for him, so he silently put away the materials: "Cough, my neighbor, Grandma Wang, passed away. 98 years old at the time."

Xiang Siye said lightly, "Death at an early age."

Jing Yu Wenxin said: Why doesn't this guy play cards according to the routine?

He added, "You should ask why."

Xiang Siye raised the corners of his lips: "I know what you're going to say, don't ask."

Jing Yuwen licked his teeth: "No, you have to ask! Hurry up, ask, ask why, hurry up!"

Xiang Siye shook his head helplessly and chuckled, "Okay, why?"

Jing Yuwen proudly said, "Because Grandma Wang never minds her own business."

Xiang Siye had a childlike look in his eyes, leaned over to Jing Yuwen, and said in a low voice, "Then, child, I don't want to die young, I'll leave this business alone and return the information to me. ."

"You're just a child," Jing Yuwen said, guarding the stack of documents, "No, don't take back the water spilled from what you gave out."

Zhou Hong suddenly turned his head and raised a pen: "Master Jing, look at this, is he straight?"

Jing Yuwen wondered: "How much?"

Zhou Hong thought for a while: "Eighteen yuan and five."

Jing Yuwen took this pen and looked at it, took out an identical one from his own case, carefully compared it, and smacked his lips: "It's not worth it, it's very worthless, my pen is only two dollars and five, Da Zhou. Ah, you were deceived."

Zhou Hong took his pen: "That's right, Lord Jing, it's really not straight, it's about to bend..."

Before Zhou Hong's words were finished, Xiang Siye frowned: "Zhou Hong, the biology teacher is here."

Jing Yuwen looked up, and the biology teacher was walking in.

Zhou Hong smiled: "Master Jing, remember, it's not straight."

After speaking, he turned his head.

Jing Yuwen thought it was strange, so he leaned over to Xiang Siye and whispered, "Xiang Gou, do you think this week is..."

Jing Yuwen pointed to his head.

Xiang Siye whispered: "You guessed right, don't expose him, I'm afraid he has low self-esteem."

Jing Yuwen suddenly realized and nodded.

The biology teacher is a middle-aged man with a muffled voice that sounds very hypnotic. In addition, Jing Yuwen has no interest in biology. No matter how hard he tries to focus on the class, his mind is still very sleepy, and the whole person is very sleepy. wobbly.

Xiang Siye poked at his waist with the end of his pen, he jerked his spirits and woke up: "Fuck, I almost fell asleep again."

The biology teacher put away the test paper: "Give you five minutes to read the five questions just mentioned."

Xiang Siye turned his head: "Take this time to wash your face."

"Oh."

The biology teacher also likes to walk back and forth. At this moment, he just turned to the back row. Jing Yuwen got up and whispered, "Teacher, I want to go to the toilet."

Biology teacher: "Go, go early and come back early."

"it is good."

In order not to disturb other classmates, he walked out through the back door.

In this weather, the air conditioner was still on in the classroom. As soon as Jing Yuwen walked out of the class door, a sultry breath rushed towards him, making him even more sleepy. Now he can fall asleep standing up. In order to refresh himself, He runs to the toilet.

Next to the men's toilet is the women's toilet. Jing Yuwen ran into the toilet to wash his face and came out. Water dripped into his eyes, which made him uncomfortable. He kept rubbing and his vision was not very clear. The girl covered her face, probably because she felt that there was no one during class time, so she didn't look at the road and bumped into Jing Yuwen.

Jing Yuwen apologized: "I'm sorry."

The girl raised her head, her eyes were flushed, and there were tears on both sides of her cheeks. She didn't say anything. She wanted to skip Jing Yuwen and run directly into the women's toilet, but Jing Yuwen grabbed her wrist.

This girl is a classmate of Jing Yuwen's former class, called Yao Xue, and she has a good relationship with Jing Yuwen.

"Yao Xue, what's wrong with you?"

The girl was dragged and couldn't go away, so she could only wipe her tears, but she still seemed to be greatly wronged, sobbing: "It's okay, Master Jing, it's just that sand got into her eyes, it's a little uncomfortable."

Jing Yuwen didn't even think about it: "Does it hurt? I'll blow it for you."

When he let go, Yao Xue pushed him away hard: "It's okay, I'll go to the toilet to wash."

Jing Yuwen is not easy for a man to enter the women's toilet, so he has no choice but to go back.

Along the way, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. Now the weather is still a bit sultry and there is no wind. How did the sand get into Yao Xue's eyes?

After returning to class, he was still thinking about it and was not in the mood to listen to the class.

Xiang Siye looked at him absent-mindedly, and asked, "What's the matter, child? Why does it seem like you've lost your soul after going to the toilet?"

Jing Yuwen shook his head: "It's okay."

In his memory, Yao Xue was a person with strong self-esteem, but also a very fragile heart. In the past, a trivial matter could annoy her for a long time, but there were very few times when she cried so wrongly.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Xiang Siye knocked on the table: "Don't go out child, I'll help you review the content of this class."

Jing Yuwen was still thinking about Yao Xue's affairs, but he didn't pay attention to what Xiang Siye said, and was absent-minded: "We'll talk about it later."

Xiang Siye was stunned for a while, his eyes kept on him.

He walked to the front row, Cosine's position, Cosine was playing with his tablemate, and when he saw him coming over, he continued to smile: "What's wrong, Lord Jing?"

Jing Yuwen asked, "Have you ever seen Yao Xue cry before?"

Cosine thought for a while: "Yes, you remember one time, her grades were always at the bottom of the class, but suddenly there was an exam in the next month, and her grades were raised several times at once. Our head teacher said that she copied it, and then she I cried, I cried so badly, it was useless for anyone to comfort me."

Jing Yuwen recalled that it seemed that there was such a thing, and he added: "I remember asking her family that time, it was a remedial class that she signed up for outside."

Cosine: "Yes, Yao Xue is too sensitive in her heart. In addition, she was slandered by the head teacher. It took a long time to do that. Hey, Lord Jing, why did you ask her all of a sudden?"

Jing Yuwen smiled: "It's okay, just recall. I'm leaving."

"Oh," Cosine said to himself, "remember when people cry?"

Jing Yuwen remembered that Yao Xue was assigned to class ten, and Han Ming happened to be in class ten. He ran downstairs and stood at the back door of class ten, while Han Ming was sleeping on his stomach.

When Han Ming's tablemate was away, Jing Yuwen walked in and sat at his tablemate.

Several people in this class used to be in the same class as Jing Yuwen. When they saw Jing Yuwen come in, some of them turned their textbooks with their index fingers: "Yo, Lord Jing is here."

Some handed them over while eating snacks: "Are you eating, Lord Jing?"

These people are not close to Yao Xue, he smiled: "Come and see Han Ming, don't eat, you can eat."

Han Ming opened his eyes dazedly when he heard the voice: "Master Jing, why are you here?"

Jing Yuwen asked, "Where's Yao Xue?"

Han Ming held his cheeks with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other: "It should be going to practice singing."

The snacker put a handful of snacks in his mouth and raised his chin: "Aren't you also good at it? Why didn't you go?"

Han Ming beckoned: "Zhang Hua, give me something to eat."

"Here." Zhang Hua handed over the snack, Han Ming grabbed a handful, returned it to Zhang Hua, and said, "Do you want to eat, Lord Jing?"

Jing Yuwen shook his head: "If you don't eat it, get down to business. Yao Xue is a special student? Did you learn it from Liu Ping?"

Han Ming put all the snacks in his mouth and said vaguely: "Yes, she also signed up for classes outside, but she felt that she was not talented, so she went to learn from Liu Ping at school."

The one who transferred the book put down the book and came over to join in the fun: "Why don't you go to Liu Ping's place, for fear that she will insult you?"

Han Ming frowned: "Go away, Yao Xue and I signed up for the same class. I don't think Liu Ping's teaching is as good as there, so I won't go to her."

Zhang Hua poured the last bit of snacks into his hands, stuffed them all into his mouth, and said, "Liu Ping is quite dirty, just like his husband."

Jing Yuwen was not interested in Liu Ping's affairs, but his intuition told him that Yao Xue's affairs had nothing to do with Liu Ping. He asked, "What happened to Liu Ping?"

Zhang Hua shook his head: "I don't know, she hasn't taught our class before, all I know is that she and her husband are disgusting."

Zhang Hua's eyes turned to the boy who was transferring the book just now: "Lin Zhuang, do you know?"

Lin Zhuang said, "She used to teach music in class 14. Master Jing, ask someone from class 14."

Jing Yuwen asked, "Did any of your class used to be in class fourteen before?"

Han Ming and Zhang Hua were looking around, trying to find a classmate who used to be in class 14 to ask, but their class teacher came in.

Han Ming said: "Damn, this guy arrived early to drag the court."

"It's okay," Jing Yuwen got up: "I'll go to my class and ask."

Zhang Hua and Lin Zhuang each returned to their seats, and they and Han Ming looked back at Jing Yuwen running out of the back door.

The author has something to say:

The Dragon Boat Festival is healthy, baby cute, remember to eat zongzi, hehe.