Learning Demon Cultivation System

Page 85

Li Zheng didn't know that Lin Yujing had also taken three days off in a row before, and today was her first day back to class.

But Jiang Qinghua knew.

Fortunately, his heart has long been tempered, and he is used to this rhythm.

Not cold at all.

Even after watching the two leave and return together, Jiang Qinghua could still come to Li Zheng's desk with a decent smile and help him take off his schoolbag.

"I'm sorry, Li Zheng, we lost in the semifinals."

"It's okay, there's still next year." Li Zheng sat on the seat, put on his crutches, nodded his head and said, "Next year, I promise not to get injured and play the entire game."

"We'll be divided into new classes next year, right?" Jiang Qinghua turned to look at Liu Xin and the others and sighed, "It's unlikely that this lineup will remain."

"All you have to do is enter the key class." Li Zheng sat down in his seat, took out his books and prepared to stuff them into the desk.

But he found that the desk drawer was already full.

Crowded with a pile of envelopes.

Pull out a handful, it's all love letters.

Smoke it again, it's still the same.

"Ah..." Li Zheng's three views cracked a bit, "What's the situation..."

"Oh, so many." Zhang Xiaoke was very excited, "We didn't read any of them."

Jiang Qinghua's expression was also very complicated: "You don't know, half of our class is entrusted by girls from other classes to stuff love letters into your desk. I just stuffed a dozen of them."

"Even I stuffed three of them." Zhang Xiaoke raised his eyebrows and said, "But definitely none of mine."

Li Zheng sighed, and silently stuffed piles of love letters into his schoolbag.

He didn't like the feeling of high-profile attention.

Not only do you have to deal with love letters, but you also have to endure WeChat nuisance.

Waste of time and affect learning.

Teachers Lin Yujing, Zhang Xiaoke and Xiao Tang in this class can already meet all my needs for flirting with girls.

Please don't come again.

bell bell -

When the preparation bell rang, Jiang Qinghua immediately returned to his seat.

Zhang Xiaoke looked at Li Zheng hiding each letter of his heart, and felt a little distressed: "Master, don't you even read one of them?"

"Don't look at it, take it home and use it as a draft paper."

"Hey, the draft paper is too much..." Zhang Xiaoke gestured, "What if there are people you care about hidden in it?"

"for example?"

Zhang Xiaoke instantly turned to look in Lin Yujing's direction, raising his eyebrows frantically.

Li Zheng turned to look over, only to realize that Lin Yujing was also secretly observing through the gaps in his armpits. After realizing that he was being watched, he quickly shook his head and looked out the window, took out the small rocket water bottle, and drank wildly.

"You still spread rumors." Li Zheng glared at Zhang Xiaoke, "Again, for my relationship with Lin Yujing, refer to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue."

"Pfft!" Lin Yujing spat.

"Look, she understands." Li Zheng asked Lin Yujing, "You've recovered from your illness, right?"

Lin Yujing wiped her mouth in embarrassment and nodded reluctantly.

"It's noon time." Li Zheng sneered, "Chemistry Department, see you soon."

"Uh..." Lin Yujing squeezed her eyes in pain, not daring to imagine.

Chapter 85 A Hygienic Man

Because of the high learning efficiency, for Li Zheng, the rhythm of school was more comfortable than that at home.

He can often listen to lectures at a normal speed and enjoy learning comfortably, instead of learning more than 50 hours at a time.

By the way, he can also urge Zhang Xiaoke.

It has to be said that Zhang Xiaoke's embarrassed study always brings a strange joy to Li Zheng.

During the break, Li Zheng also took the time to go to the sports team, and wanted to put the basketball uniform on Teacher Qiao's desk, but unexpectedly, Qiao Sheng had already returned to work, and he would not accept it even if he was killed.

In the end, the two agreed to return after the senior three basketball game.

After two classes, it's time for exercises between classes.

The students don't know that the exercise time between classes in Class [-] has already transcended its own meaning.

This time has become a time for routines, a time for "teacher-student communication".

After Jiang Qinghua carefully separated from the crowd, he sneaked into the Chinese teaching and research room as agreed.

In just 5 minutes, he reported this week's public opinion to Tang Zhifei.

On Monday, after the basketball game, the atmosphere in the class went up and down. Although they lost in the semi-finals, they were still generally positive.

The mid-term is approaching, and the learning atmosphere is getting stronger, and each team is preparing for the battle with all their strength.

As for Tang Zhifei's three confidantes, he was seriously troubled.

Liu Xin has made a lot of progress, and has reached the level of ordinary people in the first half of the first year of high school.

Lin Yujing and Li Zheng had an appointment at noon, but it didn't seem to be a simple matter, but a small study in the chemistry teaching and research department.

Last Friday seemed to have misunderstood them too.

The struggle between Zhang Xiaoke and Chen Jinyu has entered a fierce stage, but the two sides decided to use the midterm exam to decide the outcome, which is generally controllable.

In short, everything is going well this week, keep at it, and you will surely succeed in the midterm exam.

After the report was over, Jiang Qinghua walked towards the easternmost side of the corridor.

This is exactly the direction of the men's restroom.

In school, the opportunity to go to the bathroom quietly is very rare.

Unlike most boys, Jiang Qinghua is a hygienic person.

Every time after urinating, he would wipe it with a paper, inside and out, over and over again, open it up and wrap it in. He had to make sure that everything was wiped clean and no drop would seep out before he would put on his pants.

Because of this incident, he is often laughed at by the classmates who go to the toilet next to him.

It's different now, everyone is fucking.

Watch me have a good time.

Lifting the curtain to go to the toilet, there is no one there, very comfortable.

Jiang Qinghua happily walked to the urinal and started messing around.

Because the toilet was too quiet today, it brought back those painful memories in him.

Accompanied by the rushing sound, he closed his eyes and hummed his famous golden song.

"I'm going to turn a blind eye to the one who should cooperate with you~~"

"I'm forcing someone who loves you the most to improvise~~"

He couldn't help singing more and more into the drama.

When the song reached its peak, he took out a tissue and wiped it sadly.

Suddenly, a voice came from the compartment behind him.

Let's go!

Although short, it is clear.

It was the sound of a lighter igniting.

Followed by.

Boom!

The outer compartment door was kicked open.

Ling Shijie put a cigarette in his pocket and walked over with squinted eyes: "You are so coquettish."

Jiang Qinghua didn't care too much, pulled up his pants and was about to run.

However, at some point, three boys blocked the door.

One of them is a big center in the second class, and the other two are seniors in high school.

Both are famous bad boys in school.

Ling Shijie went all the way to Jiang Qinghua, and blew a smoke ring at him: "Damn it, the time to go to the bathroom is too weird, it's really not easy to block you."

"Cough..." Jiang Qinghua coughed from the smoke, and seeing the crowd, he just tried his best to accompany him with a smile, "Brother Jie, you can find me anytime you want, there's no need to be so troublesome."

"Pretend to be a fucking grandson!" Ling Shijie pushed Jiang Qinghua against the partition wall, "Isn't it time for you to grab my collar and beat me up?"

Several people immediately gathered around.

Jiang Qinghua skillfully crouched into a corner with his head in his arms: "Brother Jie...these are all technical performances, used to confuse the referees."

"Hey, you're ready to be beaten, right?" Ling Shijie chuckled, took out a pack of red pagodas, and squatted beside Jiang Qinghua, "Don't worry, we won't beat you up. Come on, take two."

"???" Jiang Qinghua panicked even more, shaking his head innocently, "Or, hit me."

"Why hit you, you are such a good student." Ling Shijie shook the cigarette case, "Hurry up, I just want to watch you smoke and come into the classroom smelling of cigarettes."

Jiang Qinghua fled to the ground with his head in his arms, his mouth shut, and he didn't say a word.

"Hey." Ling Shijie smiled, and then took out two cigarettes to get started.

Sudden.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The sound of toilet flushing.

Several people stared and looked at the innermost compartment.

There are still people hiding?

Why hasn't there been any sound for so long?

Are you constipated?

Then, there was a sound of "bang bang", as if something hard had hit the ground.

The door opened.

A pair of crutches came out first.