Chapter 29

Still? This morning? Jing Yuwen didn't remember doing this at all. Could it be time travel?

Jing Yuwen said, "I didn't come to you this morning."

The girl looked behind Jing Yuwen, her lips moved, and before she could speak, Jing Yuwen's butt was lightly kicked, and then an arm was wrapped around his neck.

Xiang Siye lowered his eyes to look at Jing Yuwen, and the emotion in his eyes seemed to show someone trying his best to show it: "Good brother, I came to see her when the class was over."

Jing Yuwen got goosebumps.

The girl pushed the snack bag into Xiang Siye's hand and smiled awkwardly: "So, no need, thank you, Lord Jing, thank you to God."

Jing Yuwen frowned slightly and looked at the back of the girl who ran back to the class in a hurry, wondering why she gave the bag to Xiang Siye.

Jing Yuwen snatched the bag from Xiang Siye's hand, held it in his arms, pushed the other hand away from Xiang Siye, and asked, "Why didn't you say anything."

Xiang Siye smiled: "You didn't ask me."

Jing Yuwen frowned: "You are such a dog, who would have thought you could do such a good thing?"

The two of them were walking in the corridor on the first floor. The noon sun didn't shine in, so it looked a little gloomy. Jing Yuwen raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Siye's smiling face with thin lips slightly raised. , so his big eyes began to plan, fixed on the position of Xiang Siye's mandible, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheeks.

Xiang Siye asked: "Why are you looking at me? I have a..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Yuwen's head hit Xiang Siye's mandible. Although he didn't use much strength, he was still very happy when he hit it, and he ran a few steps forward. Climb up the stairs.

Xiang Siye Guming's fingertips lightly touched the place where Jing Yuwen hit him just now, smiling, it doesn't seem to be very painful.

Back in the class, Jing Yuwen first put the snacks that had just been poured on Xiang Siye's table into a bag, and the next second Xiang Siye came in, followed by a few boys.

Xiang Siye stopped when he passed Cosine, his eyes turned to Song Ye, his thin lips opened and closed.

"Language in the first stanza, have you memorized it?"

"No, it's still too late."

"Fuck, I didn't carry it at all."

...

Because the voices of the boys were a bit loud, and Xiang Siye was always cold and not loud when talking to him, so Jing Yuwen didn't understand what he was saying, but he curled his lips slightly when he saw him speak. It seemed that Jing Yuwen was inexplicably upset.

Xiang Siye put down his schoolbag and sat back in his seat. Jing Yuwen raised his chin towards the paper bag on his desk: "Well, I troubled you yesterday. This is for you."

Xiang Siye turned his head to look at him, and smiled slightly. The smile was very different from the smile when he was talking to Song Ye, and the discomfort in Jing Yuwen's heart gradually subsided a lot.

Xiang Siye put the snacks on the table and chuckled, "Thanks."

Seeing Xiang Siye take out a biology test question from his schoolbag, Jing Yuwen knew that this person was going to start writing the questions seriously.

Xiang Siye turned over the test questions and said, "Can you change it for me if you don't like it?"

Jing Yuwen pouted: "No, the beauty you think is good for you."

Xiang Siye smiled: "Your favorite food will not be bad."

Jing Yuwen proudly said, "Of course, this is all Dad's love for you."

Xiang Siye suddenly raised his eyes and looked ahead, and said to himself, "Love."

Jing Yuwen suddenly felt that his words were a little inappropriate, and he explained: "The point is not love, but Dad!"

Xiang Siye turned his head to the side, and the phoenix eyes showed a hint of teasing: "What?"

Jing Yuwen didn't notice anything wrong, and repeated, "Dad!"

Xiang Siye showed a successful smile: "Hey, you're too polite, good brother."

Jing Yuwen:  …

Zhou Hong came over, took his schoolbag and sat back, stuffed the schoolbag into the belly of the table, and looked back at Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye, as if he was watching a good show: "Master Jing, you have this kind of behavior. hobby?"

Jing Yuwen:  …

In vain, Jing Yu Wen Ying Ming was tricked by a dog.

Jing Yuwen raised his arm and clenched his fist towards Zhou Hong, threatening: "What did you just say?"

Zhou Hong swallowed and smiled to please: "No, I didn't hear anything, you didn't say anything!"

Jing Yuwen put down his fist: "It's almost the same."

Zhou Hong lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Master Jing, it's actually nothing, don't be embarrassed, they are all young people..."

Jing Yuwen couldn't bear it any longer. His thumb pressed his middle finger in a circle and flicked at Zhou Hong's head: "Are you fucking sick?"

Zhou Hong rubbed his head, looked at Xiang Siye, suddenly took a breath of air, and said, "Yes, yes, I'm seriously ill, I have to recite the language, don't disturb me!"

Jing Yuwen felt strange and looked sideways at Xiang Siye, but the man only smiled at him, and then lowered his head to write the question.

The class came one after another, but it was still early before class time. Jing Yuwen didn't want to study now. He took out his mobile phone from the table. It was too ostentatious to play games. Circle of friends.

Jing Yuwen usually uses the penguin account for business, and there are not many people on WeChat, except for family members who are close friends in high school, but his circle of friends is also lively enough. When he opened it, he saw two new posts by Fan Jia at noon today. circle of friends.

The two texts are "Go home today and share a monster."

In the picture is a white ragdoll cat with light blue eyes. It looks soft and cute. For a fan of furry children like Jing Yuwen, they want to take a sip across the screen.

He glanced at Xiang Siye, who was still writing the question seriously, and an evil thought suddenly appeared in his heart, so he clicked on Fan Jia's dialog box.

Jing: Are you there?

Fan Fan: Yes.

Jing: Are you still at home?

Fan Fan: Yes, cleaning the litter box.

The corner of Jing Yuwen's mouth slanted, and this was exactly what he wanted.

Jing: Do yourself a favor and write a name on the bottom of the litter box.

Fan Fan: Huh?

Jing: Can you write Xiang Siye's name on it?

The other side came back a minute late.

Fan Fan: Alright!

Jing: Thank you, remember to take a picture.

A few minutes later, Fan Jia sent a picture.

Jing Yuwen clicked it and found it to his liking. Xiang Siye's name was written on the bottom of the cat litter box with a marker.

Jing: Very good, here invite you to have some snacks!

After Jing Yuwen finished posting, he suddenly felt that there was a gust of wind around him, he turned his head and stared at the screen of his mobile phone at Xiang Siye.

Xiang Siye said in a cold voice, "Who else do you want to invite for snacks?"

Jing Yu Wenxin said: "Damn, this is angry...

At this moment, Jing Yuwen deeply understood how everyone's evaluation of Xiang Siye's "coldness" came from.

Jing Yuwen sighed in the bottom of his heart that Xiang Siye is really a jar of jealousy, while stuffing his mobile phone into the table, explaining: "I just saw that Fan Jia's cat is very cute, send a message to say hello, you are not like this, right? "

Zhou Hong turned around suddenly, as if watching a good show: "What's wrong? Xiang Shen is jealous, right?"

Jing Yuwen's eyes signaled Zhou Hong, "You guessed right", but he was a little worried that Zhou Hong's brain could understand what he meant.

Xiang Siye lifted his eyelids and said coldly, "Go away."

"Oh."

Da Zhou finally turned his head back with a fateful grievance.

Jing Yuwen looked at Xiang Siye's ice-cold face, and suddenly wanted to coax him.

"Don't get mad at the dog."

Then, Jing Yuwen's voice unconsciously mixed with some coquettish feeling: "I don't have to talk to Fan Jia in the future, okay? I promise not to rob her from you!"

Xiang Siye raised his eyebrows: "Steal her?"

Jing Yuwen stretched out four long fingers and raised them to his ears: "In short, I swear!"

Xiang Siye's eyes turned to Jing Yuwen's fingers, and chuckled, "I swear it shouldn't be three fingers?"

Jing Yuwen finally let go of his dangling heart. He pressed his thumb against his little finger and said, "I swear this way!"

He added a bit of warmth to Siye's cold face: "What you said."

Jing Yuwen nodded: "As soon as the man says a word, it's hard to chase after the horse!"

"Okay," Xiang Siye smiled: "So don't touch your phone now and recite the language."

"receive!"

Jing Yuwen's heart: Damn, this is really hard to serve Xiang Siye, he is only fit to squat in the cat litter box!

After dinner in the evening, Jing Yuwen ushered in the first evening self-study in his high school career. Before the evening self-study, the school will arrange an English listening session.

After the listening, there was ten minutes to check the original text. Jing Yuwen was complacent when he saw that he only got three questions wrong. He felt that he didn't need to read the original text at all. Looking at the original text of the listening, he was even more proud.

"Xianggou, is there a lot of mistakes?"

Before waiting for Xiang Siye to respond, Jing Yuwen consciously brought his paper over. After reading it, Jing Yuwen suddenly felt a little inferior.

Some people are very happy when they get three questions wrong, while some people have to read the listening text even though one is right. Is this the difference between the first in the class and the second last in the class?

Jing Yuwen returned the paper to Xiang Siye, and silently flipped through the original text. Xiang Siye seemed to have guessed his scheming, chuckled lightly, and did not speak.

A male student from a foreign class stuck his head at the front door and asked, "Where is Xiang Siye?"

The male classmate followed the direction pointed by the classmate at the front door, and Xiang Siye was also looking up at him.

He added, "Your class teacher is looking for you."

Running away.

Xiang Sinye got up and walked out directly.

Jing Yuwen couldn't see the original text, and quietly raised his head to look at Xiang Siye's back. He was a little worried, but then he thought about it, what could happen to a scholar who is a friend of his brother and the head teacher?

He couldn't help but slap himself in the heart, when will this old worry for others be corrected?

A bell rang, it was the end of the get out of class bell, three or two people gathered at the cosine position for a while, Zhou Hong stood up and stretched, looking back at Jing Yuwen.

"Let's go, Lord Jing, and listen to the story!"

Jing Yuwen wondered: "What story?"

Zhou Hong said: "Every evening in the program section before self-study, one person talks about a supernatural event."

A supernatural event? Jing Yuwen couldn't help swallowing. In fact, he didn't dare to listen to this, but this kind of thing has an inexplicable attraction, which makes people love it and hate it. Go over there.

A boy was talking with gusto, Jing Yuwen patted Cosine on the shoulder, Cosine looked up at him, moved the chair back consciously, stretched out his legs, and he sat on Cosine's lap naturally.

"...After the family called the police, the child's ticket was torn, and then strange things often happened in the school. The classroom suddenly became foggy, and a girl said that she saw the little boy whose ticket was torn..."

The man said vigorously, and everyone listened with enthusiasm. Jing Yuwen sat on Cosine's lap, his right hand kept pinching the knuckles of his left hand, and from time to time he put his thumb to his mouth and bit his fingernails.

He suddenly felt that someone was patting him on the shoulder behind him, he moved his arm slightly and said, "Don't make trouble, salty, don't touch my shoulder."

However, Cosine put both hands in front of his stomach and said, "I don't have it."