Everyone has their own difficulties. It is already a very shameful thing for their classmates to see their embarrassment. Jiang no longer wants to expose Zhang Wen's scars.

Everyone has passed the nine-year obligation, and has reached the age of almost adulthood. No matter what you do, it is your own choice, and you have to pay the corresponding price for your choice.

When finished homework, it happened to be the time for class.

Jiang had been handed over to the study committee member, and he obediently sat in his seat and listened to the class.

Halfway through the class, someone poked him on the shoulder with a pen.

Jiang had already turned his head, and saw the person at the back table handing over a note.

There was an unfamiliar classmate at the back table, Jiang already avoided the teacher's sight, and took it in bewilderment.

The classmate at the back table was guilty of being a thief, and immediately lowered his head and sat upright.

Jiang had quietly opened the note, and seeing the jumbled words, he was immediately speechless.

The inscription is still formally written——Xu Ran.

"..."

He didn't look carefully at what was written at all. When he saw the word Xu Ran, he quickly threw the note into the desk pocket without even looking at it.

Rubbish thing that interrupts his studies.

Nothing good to say anyway.

Xu Ran waited anxiously to see Jiang Ji's reaction, and finally came here?

Immediately, he blushed with anger, and continued to harass Jiang Ji.

Song Anzhi, who was sitting by the side, didn't know what to do, and suddenly raised his hand to hold him down.

Xu Ran frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

Song Anzhi frowned and looked up at the podium.

Xu Ran also looked over, and happened to meet the head teacher's eyes.

The homeroom teacher frowned, with the gap between his brows capable of pinching a mosquito to death, and looked at Xu Ran with a gloomy face.

Xu Ran put down the small gestures in his hands, and gave Song Anzhi a grateful look.

Song Anzhi looked away, straightened his back, but quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know whether it's because Xu Ran didn't pass any more notes to Jiang Ji, or whether Xu Ran didn't find out his little thoughts.

Song Anzhi folded the other corner of the folded book, his eyes tilted slightly, and fell on the young man in the front row.

It was the early morning at this time, and the warm sun came in from the window, and the young man was full of brilliance.

As if aware of the gaze, the boy subconsciously looked over.

Song Anzhi quickly lowered his head.

He closed his eyes and dug his nails into his palm.

He is crazy again.

Jiang Ji didn't notice anything, he frowned, and his eyes fell on the book.

After class, he found out that his deskmate might miss class again today.

Lu Heming didn't have many absences from class, but it was also a lot. Although he had a strong sense of presence in the class, no one liked to inquire about his personal affairs.

Most people are afraid of him.

Jiang had already turned on Penguin, saw that he was online on Penguin, and tentatively sent a message to ask.

It was when school was about to leave at noon that Lu Heming replied to the message.

It basically means that his mother is sick again, and he may not be able to come today.

Jiang Ji didn't think much about it, but he was a little worried. Now that Lu Heming finally wanted to study, his mother wouldn't hinder his study progress, right?

To be honest, Jiang Ji didn't want Lu Heming to repeat his studies.

The reason is that Lu Heming and him are barely friends now.

Since they are friends, he doesn't want Lu Heming to stand in Tang Suisui's camp in the future.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and finally sent a message to Lu Heming: "I have homework today, and I will send it to you after school in the afternoon."

Lu Heming returned quickly this time and responded with a sound.

Zhang Wen packed up his things, turned around and saw Jiang Ji holding his mobile phone, and said, "Jiang Ji, are you going to eat?"

Jiang already looked up, put his phone on and nodded.

Zhang asked: "Let me treat you to eat. You can order whatever you want."

"Forget it, you are a boarding student anyway, I'm afraid you will be hungry this week after eating." Jiang Ji saw through his thoughts at a glance, patted his shoulder, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled casually.

Zhang Wen scratched his head: "Then I will treat you to eat better when I make money in the future."

Jiang already nodded amusedly.

Zhang Wen wanted to thank him, thank him for his help last time, and thank him for not asking why.

In fact, if you use your brain, you will know why a high school student would do this.

Nothing but economic reasons, family reasons.

But no matter what the reason was, Jiang Ji didn't think there was any problem with Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen grinned, put his hand on Jiang Ji's shoulder, and the two left together.

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