Chapter 11

Xiang Siye turned his head to the side: "What do you know?"

Jing Yuwen asked again, "That Zhang Chao, why did he become a homeless man?"

Xiang Siye sighed softly and smiled: "You don't need to understand those dark things, you just need to know that the world is beautiful."

Jing Yu Wenxin said: If you don't want to say it, just say it, it's all gimmicky. He frowned: "neuropathy, not to mention pulling down."

He squinted at Siye and said nothing. He thought about going to Yao Xue after school and asking her what was wrong. As soon as the bell rang, he started packing before the teacher left.

Xiang Siye turned his head to look at him: "Aren't you going to study at night?"

Jing Yuwen put the assignments in various subjects into his schoolbag: "I don't want to go to school."

Xiang Siye said lightly, "Remember to do your homework."

"Oh."

The chemistry teacher put away his textbooks: "Let's finish class, students."

Jing Yuwen stood up and caught a glimpse of the two cups of milk tea under Xiang Siye's table, one only took a sip, and the other had not been opened.

"Are you sick, Xianggou? Even if you don't drink, you have two cups by yourself."

Xiang Siye lowered his head and glanced at his feet, raised his eyes and chuckled: "I just like to occupy it."

Jing Yuwen was afraid that Yao Xue would not be found one step later, so he left angrily: "Stupid."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom.

He first went to class ten, and Han Ming just came out of the back door.

"Master Jing, isn't it late for self-study in the third year of high school?"

"I'm not used to it," Jing Yuwen asked, "Is Yao Xue here?"

Han Ming said, "She didn't go back to the classroom. What's the matter, Master Jing, are you so weird today?"

"I'll explain it later, remember to help me find out about Liu Ping."

"Row."

"Thank you."

Jing Yuwen thought that Yao Xue might practice in the art building this afternoon, and hurriedly ran to the art building after speaking, but because the get out of class had just ended, the stairs were full of students who had to rush to the cafeteria to eat. Run as fast as you can without hitting people.

But fortunately, his popularity is usually relatively good. As soon as everyone hears his anxious phrase, "I'm sorry to borrow it," they just give way to Lord Jing without looking back.

Even if he was late for class, Jing Yuwen was rarely in such a hurry. The classmates were curious, but they asked each other for fear of delaying him.

"Master Jing, what's wrong, so anxious?"

"I don't know, it should be a very urgent matter anyway."

"Isn't there any trouble at home?"

"Don't curse people."

......

The Art Building has three floors. When Jing Yuwen arrived, the lights in the teacher's office were already dark, and the setting sun could not come in outside. The corridor was a little dark, gloomy and empty.

This big boy who is 1.78 meters tall actually has a little secret that no one knows about. He is fucking afraid of the dark!

But thinking that Yao Xue is not on the first floor, maybe on the second or third floor, he swallowed and climbed up to the second and third floors, but the two floors were empty, as if there was no popularity at all, he rubbed his saliva. Sweat in his palms, he ran out again.

Unable to find Yao Xue, he went home and changed his slippers. He picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat to Yao Xue without even putting away his schoolbag.

Jing: What's the matter with you today?

Jing: Don't say there is sand in your eyes, there is no wind today.

Jing: If you have anything to tell me, I will help you.

He held the phone and stood in the room for a few minutes. There was no reply from the other side. He thought about it and pressed the voice call.

Yao Xue hung up directly, and then replied to him.

Zhaozhao: It's okay, Lord Jing, I didn't see it when I was practicing just now.

Zhaozhao: Oh, please, Lord Jing is worried about me. I will invite you to dinner when I have time.

Jing: Don't invite me to dinner, just tell me what happened.

Zhaozhao: It's really okay, you know I'm very hypocritical, and I cry at every turn.

In the past, Yao Xue used to joke that she was too pretentious and would be sad at every turn, but Jing Yuwen didn't think it was hypocritical, it was a time when everyone was sad.

Jing: It's not hypocritical, it's just sensitive.

Zhao Zhao: Hahahaha, thank you Lord Jing.

Zhao Zhao: [Voice Message]

Jing Yuwen clicked Yao Xue's voice message, and her voice sounded very happy: "Okay, after talking to you for a while, my mood suddenly clears up, and I'm happy again! I'm going to continue practicing, Lord Jing!"

Jing Yuwen listened to Yao Xue's cheerful voice, and secretly relieved, it seemed that it was really all right. Cut out the dialogue interface with Yao Xue, and both Xiang Siye and Han Ming sent him a message.

Jing Yuwen glanced at Xiang Siye's news, the latest one was: Remember to do your homework. He pouted and opened Han Ming's dialogue interface.

Han Riyue: I know about Lord Jing.

Han Riyue: Zhang Chao used to harass female students, but later he got into trouble with a senior in Zhao Dong’s class. Some of the seniors had a good time. They secretly filmed a video of Zhang Chao harassing female students, and then Zhang Chao was arrested. Disqualified from teaching.

Jing: Really?

Han Riyue: Absolutely, I know a junior high school brother, and one of the seniors who made the video is a relative of him.

Jing: Okay, thank you.

Han Riyue: You told me what happened? What happened to Yao Xue?

Jing: It's all right now, I think too much.

Han Riyue: Okay.

After turning off the phone screen, Jing Yuwen breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was thinking too much. He felt a little tired and he was a little heavy, only to realize that he was still standing and his schoolbag had not been picked up.

The bedroom door was opened, and Su Yan leaned her shoulders against the door frame: "Why, come wash your hands and eat."

"Oh."

Jing Yuwen took off his schoolbag and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He sat at the dining table, Jing Zhuo was not there, and the food today was a little less than before.

Jing Yuwen took a chopstick of the dish: "Mom, what about Lao Jing?"

"I've been busy these days, either on business trips or socializing."

"Oh."

Su Yan stopped her chopsticks and stared at Jing Yuwen for a while: "Xiaowen."

Jing Yuwen raised his head, his cheeks bulging before he swallowed the food in his mouth.

Su Yan sank for a few seconds: "Are you in love?"

"Well?"

Jing Yuwen almost spit out the food in his mouth, he swallowed hard, took a drink from the glass beside him, and finally didn't choke to death.

"What did you say mom?"

Su Yan looked serious: "I'm not against you falling in love, it's just that you are not yet an adult, even if you are an adult, you have to wait until the end of the college entrance examination, Xiaowen, you have to be responsible for yourself and other girls. "

Jing Yuwen laughed out loud: "No, Mom, who did you listen to? I didn't talk about it."

Su Yan added: "Today your teacher Ma sent me a post that said you were in love with a little girl and fought for her."

"Oh, mother," Jing Yuwen put down his chopsticks, and rubbed his face with his two long and slender hands: "Why does this beautiful horse look at everything, I really didn't talk about it, I didn't fight for her, I just looked at the boys in your school. Bullied her, went up to help her, and frightened her, but didn't really do anything."

"real?"

Jing Yuwen assured: "Really, you were not born to lie to you."

Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "It scared me to death, I thought you were in love early, you, don't worry about these things in the future, what if you get yourself into trouble? Longquan is on the tongue, killing people without blood."

"Understood, don't worry about Ms. Su," Jing Yuwen took a piece of meat and put it in Su Yan's bowl: "Eat meat, mom."

Su Yan pursed her lips: "Be obedient."

"Um."

Today's homework has doubled compared to yesterday. Jing Yuwen was worried that he couldn't finish it. After dinner, he sat at the desk and did his homework without even looking at his mobile phone.

His phone has remained silent and vibrated.

The air conditioner was a little cold, and the remote control of the air conditioner was next to the phone. He reached for it, just in time to see the voice call from Xiang Siye.

Jing Yuwen murmured, "Why are you calling me?"

He answered the phone, this time was a recess, and Xiang Siye was making a fuss.

"Why are you calling? You're so bold, you're not afraid of being caught?"

Jing Yuwen thought that Xiang Siye should have beaten him secretly, but he didn't expect his voice to be calm, as if he was the teacher in the class.

"If you don't reply to the message, I'm afraid there will be questions that you won't know, so I'll help you, kid."

Jing Yuwen pouted: "You're just a child, you're a macho! Also, don't need it, it's all right, don't let the dog catch you."

Gou left is the nickname given to their grade director, Li Changsheng, by the students of the third grade.

"Are you worried about me?"

"Just a reminder."

Xiang Siye chuckled: "He didn't come today."

Jing Yuwen added: "Then don't get caught by the head teacher."

"Won't."

Jing Yuwen felt that Xiang Siye was bragging, and didn't want to pay attention to him: "Oh, then I'm hanging up and doing my homework."

"it is good."

Jing Yuwen put the phone on the table and forgot to press the hang up button. Two minutes later, he found out that the phone was still on a call. He thought they both forgot to press hang up, and hung up the phone without thinking.

He did his homework until half past nine, put all the books in his bag after finishing, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hot water sprayed out from the shower, flowing down the boy's dark black hair, slicing through every inch of the boy's well-proportioned muscles. The hot and humid water vapor was dense all around, spread across the bathroom glass, and stained on the bathroom mirror. The teenager put on his clothes and raised his hand to wipe the mirror. The water-stained face in the mirror showed the purity of the teenager.

After washing up, Jing Yuwen turned on the air conditioner and got into the bed. Before playing games, he glanced at the post about him in the post bar.

50th floor: The living Lord Jing still used Xiangshen's mobile phone to reply. Does that mean that I posted two male gods at once.

51st floor: Lord Jing is so cool, it's another day for Lord Jing.

......

58th floor: Fuck, can you not get too stuck on Jing Ye's gender? I, a man, want to try it with you.

When Jing Yuwen read this, it was a little creepy, but it only took a few seconds. After all, they were just joking.

He smiled and replied to the guy on the 58th floor as someone else: Don't think about it, buddy, Jing Yuwen doesn't fall in love early, nor is he interested in the same sex hahahahaha.

In a dimly lit room, the boy was sitting on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed. He was scrolling through the posts with his mobile phone in his hand. When he saw a reply, he suddenly turned off the screen and covered his half body. His quilt was creased a little by a slender and beautiful hand.