The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Recently, Wu Jing has become obsessed with a 5v5 tower pushing game.

I can't even open my hands in the cold weather, and I am still playing games with touch screen gloves on, which can be described as tenacious.

He has always had a rich imagination, and his game skills are not good, so he is often sprayed in the game without a doubt.Usually after being stunned by the slander, Wu Jing began to simulate the replay in his mind, repeatedly rehearsing how to get the most angry at others, even though it didn't work once.

So to a certain extent, there is a reason why Wu Jing's artistic cells are so much more than ordinary people, because he can think too much.

Half a year ago, Wu Jing still had unrealistic and illusory expectations about her high school life.

For example, he is actually a genius. After being admitted to No. [-] Middle School, he was completely enlightened. Therefore, in the school where the top students are like a cloud, Wu Jing casually studied while getting scores that were beyond the reach of the top students. become a legend;

For another example, he suddenly grew to 1.9 meters, tall and mighty, became the toughest man in the school, and then led the No. [-] Middle School basketball team to win the city championship, becoming another legend.

And so on, too numerous to enumerate, in a word, everything in the dream.

It was already winter, and the last class on Friday was already getting dark early. Wu Jing propped his face with his hands, drowsy, half dreaming and half awake, still falling into a beautiful illusion.

In the dream, he and Yao Bin had an affair, and they were very lucky. They ran into a group of rookies who were better than him, so they killed gods and Buddhas all the way to the crystal.

Just as Wu Jing picked up the machete and was about to smash the crystal in half, suddenly, a huge purple lens slowly rose up, and then began to move and assemble like mechanical parts, just like a human body, complete with limbs, hands and feet, and even its face was lifelike .

Wu Jing looked at that familiar, handsome and cold face, and fell silent.

Yan Xinguang, who worked with Crystal, asked him coldly: "You won this game too easily, and you have to do an additional question. You can choose, the additional question of function, or the additional question of geometry."

Wu Jingting's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "What the hell? Can I not choose?"

Crystal Yan Xinguang refused: "No."

Wu Jing was aggressive: "Then don't blame me for being rude, just watch the knife!"

As he said, he stabbed down, but he didn't think about it, the crystal immediately turned into a huge black hole, as if it had infinite gravitational force, attracting his body to fall, his head fell quickly, and he was about to hit up a wall—

There was a soft "snap", but the pain I imagined did not appear.Wu Jing woke up.

Soon, Wu Jing felt panicked, blinked a few times, and felt something warm on his forehead.

The thing seemed to be tickled by his eyelashes, and a baritone voice with a beautiful tone sounded lightly above Wu Jing's head: "Don't doze off, get out of class is over soon."

Wu Jing woke up like a dream, hurriedly straightened up, looked at Yan Xinguang in embarrassment, and saw that he had just withdrawn his hand calmly.

Wu Jing looked at his hands, his cheeks felt hot.

It turned out that when he was dozing off just now, he nodded and nodded, and was about to hit the table straight away. I don't know what Yan Xinguang was thinking, but he came to catch the ball from a long distance and put his hand under his forehead. A tragedy was avoided.

Wu Jing touched his somewhat hot forehead, and whispered, "Thank you, Teacher Ha Yan."

Yan Xinguang didn't squint: "It should."

Wu Jing: "..." He always felt that this person always had something to say.

Thinking of the dream just now, he really shuddered. Teacher Yan's power was so strong that it penetrated into his dream.

It's all his fault that in the past six months, the little teacher has been conscientious enough, and those who don't know think that Wu Jing's grades are related to Yan Xinguang's year-end performance appraisal.

Wu Jing didn't know, to a certain extent, he was right.

Before he could think about it, Yao Erniu came in from outside the classroom trembling with a stack of papers in his arms. The door was slammed shut by the north wind, and the cold student who was next to the door shivered.

Soon, Yao Erniu put on his signature iron Hanhan smile again, showing steaming teeth, and said, "Happy New Year, little ones."

The crowd dragged their voices out: "No—quick—happy—"

Looking at the things in his hands, the upcoming winter vacation has become unsatisfactory.

Yao Erniu: "Hey, Pi is very happy. Everyone, relax. You performed very well in this exam. The average scores of all subjects are firmly in the forefront of the grade. Director Xing specially praised our class. Alright, it's time to hand out the papers." ah."

There was a small discussion at the bottom, and Liu Lei boldly asked: "Then, Teacher Yao, can you arrange less homework for the English winter vacation? Teacher Mao just left us ten papers and left. You can't add fuel to the fire!"

Immediately someone chimed in: "That's right, I don't want to pass this year."

"A holiday with a lot of homework is like a piece of candy with shit on it. It's not a pity to lose it."

Yao Erniu was amused by this group of students, "Okay, okay, I didn't plan to leave too much homework, English, what's the use of just brushing the questions, mainly rely on your own accumulation, go home and read a few more homework. An American drama without subtitles, oh yes, if you want resources, you can come to me to copy it, I have raw meat!"

After the voice fell, cheers erupted in the classroom. Duan Changhan and the others who were sitting in the front row were especially excited, although they couldn't write homework even if they had it.

The winter vacation is coming soon, and Yao Erniu has no intention of lecturing, so he played "Good Luck Charlie" for them for the whole class, and it's over.

Wu Jing packed her schoolbag, suddenly remembered, took out a pack of baked biscuits from the table pocket, and handed a bag to Yan Xinguang, seeing his puzzled eyes, explained: "My mother made it, let me bring it to you." For you to eat."

As if afraid that he might misunderstand something, he quickly added: "I didn't just give it to you. I already gave it to Yao Bin and the others. I forgot to give it to you when you weren't there at noon."

Yan Xinguang took the bag of biscuits, which was quite heavy, weighing more than half a catty. He was silent for a while, and said euphemistically, "Your oven is quite big."

Wu Jing also thought it was too exaggerated, it was like feeding people like pigs.Mr. Yan is a domineering president who lives in a mansion, so there is nothing short of this cake.

But Zhou Shuyun is very fond of making these things recently. He and Wu Pei have already vomited, so when he proposed to bring some to school for students to eat, Zhou Shuyun agreed very actively.

But she didn't seem to understand what "a little bit" means at all, and she also told Wu Jing, "Especially thank you for your deskmate who has helped you a lot in your studies."Wu Jing didn't dare to disobey, and said without changing his face: "My mother is very good at cooking, and this biscuit is said to help strengthen immunity."

Yan Xinguang: "..." I believed your evil.

After a pause, Yan Xinguang said again: "Bribes are useless, remember to finish your winter homework early."

Now it's Wu Jing's turn to click, where did you think of, Mr. Yan!

But it’s no wonder that Yan Xinguang reacted so quickly. After half a year, when Wu Jing really wanted to be lazy, he would stuff him with some food and hot pot. Just so that Yan Xinguang can directly show Wu Jing the answers to the multiple-choice questions.

Of course, it didn't work even once.

Wu Jing said aggrievedly: "The winter vacation is only three weeks, and there are thirty papers for each subject. Teacher Yan, I will die."

Yan Xinguang was unmoved.

Wu Jing's ending sounds a little erratic: "Teacher Yan~~~~"

Yan Xinguang's Adam's apple moved, and he turned his head to look at him, his brows and eyes showed warmth in the light, his lips moved slightly, and said, "Stop shouting."

Wu Jing snickered secretly.After such a period of time, he has a more detailed understanding of Yan Xinguang's character.

For example, although Yan Xinguang looks like a walking refrigerator on the surface, he is actually a patient with severe intimacy fear. look at it.

After making this important discovery, Wu Jing began to frantically catch his hair - mainly in any occasions that cannot be broken through by ordinary methods.

He continued to work hard, screaming more and more, Yan Xinguang felt uncomfortable being entangled by him, it was probably the first time in his life that a shy expression appeared on his face, I don't know if it was shy, in short, his face was a bit Suspicious red.

"Okay," Yan Xinguang said slowly, "Then if you can't do it, you can send me a WeChat message."

Wu Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't control the corners of his mouth, and raised his face wildly. He tried his best not to laugh so exaggeratedly, and said seriously: "Okay, obey, Teacher Yan."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow Thursday, the practice will not be updated~~~~