The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

On the return bus, the atmosphere was quite different from when we arrived.

When I came here, everyone was basically excited, singing impassionedly and non-stop along the way, from the March of the Volunteers to the Wolf Disco, but now, in the bus carrying all the teachers and students of Class [-] and Class [-] back to City C, different people have different opinions. look like.

Some people, such as Tang Ning and the others, have formed close friends with a green-haired guy from a certain barber shop in the town in the past three days. I cried emotionally, and now I slumped on the seat with two swollen eyes and fell asleep.

Some people have already started to worry about the monthly exams after returning to school, and they start to take out their iPads in the car to watch the PPTs posted by teachers of various subjects in the group.

And some people, who have experienced emotional ups and downs in the past three days, are sitting next to their lost and recovered deskmate with a very peaceful expression at this moment, dozing off quietly.

Director Xing did not go with them, but took the car of the village leader.

Before the bus left, he got on the bus and came to inspect it. He coughed heavily when he passed by Wu Jing, but Wu Jing was drowsy, and he didn't feel any unusual evil spirit coming to his face at all. After walking away, the head naturally slid down and rested firmly on a broad but somewhat hard shoulder.

The bones of the 17-year-old boy are developing rapidly, but they are still thin.

Wu Jing slept all the way on this pillow that was not soft at all, and it was safe.

When he arrived, Wu Jing rubbed his eyes and got out of the car, and waited outside the car with the other troops to pick up the suitcase. Yan Xinguang was right behind him, half a head taller than him. The car along the way didn't even mess up the hair, and it seemed that they were sitting upright all the way, which was in stark contrast to the lazy crowd.

Yao Bin took his suitcase and passed by them. He looked at them for a long time with a hesitant look, and Wu Jing was taken aback. Then he said angrily, "I saw your suitcases." , I won’t help you take it this time, you can take it yourself.”

Wu Jing waved his fist at him with sleepy eyes, and said arrogantly: "Hold it yourself, hehe."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xinguang passed him directly, bent down, and lifted out a pair of suitcases, one in each hand.

He was carrying two suitcases that were exactly the same, and stood there with a cold handsome face. Wu Jing's eyes lit up in an instant, and he stopped talking to Yao Bin. He hid behind Yan Xinguang with a smile, and looked at Yao Bin Nuzui, it means that someone will help me, hehe.

Yao Bin was so excited by his smug smile that he just wanted to poke his eyes, and ran away with his suitcase.

Not long after, Wu Jing received a message on WeChat from Yao Bin.

He sent a picture, which was just taken on the bus.

This guy was sitting a few rows in front of Wu Jing and Yan Xinguang, and at some point secretly took a group photo of them, with Wu Jing's head resting on Yan Xinguang's shoulder.

The picture is very peaceful, one is sleeping with his head tilted, and the other is looking out of the window. The side face is as sharp as the mountains passing by outside the car.

Wu Jing was fascinated by watching, and just a second before pressing the save button, Yao Bin sent another message.

[Yao Bin]: You click on the picture, then zoom in, look at the lower right corner of your mouth, it is full of saliva, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ! !

[Wu's incomparable cutie]: Your sister!roll! ! !

The charming thoughts were gone, he pulled the picture to the maximum with two fingers, and sure enough, he saw some suspicious dark marks on the fabric of the clothes around his mouth and someone's shoulders.

I don't know how Yan Xinguang can still sit so straight, the saliva flows on his shoulders, doesn't he feel it at all?

Wu Jing was annoyed, but she couldn't bear to part with the picture. After thinking about it for a long time, she still saved it.

On Friday night, Zhou Shuyun was rarely at home, and personally (with the help of her aunt) cooked a table of dishes to welcome Wu Jing back to the palace.

Before going upstairs, Wu Jing glanced at the dishes and was stunned, "Mom, I'm going on a spring outing, not just returning from a disaster."

Zhou Shuyun seemed to be in a good mood, so she asked him to wash his hands quickly and come over to eat, and directed Wu Pei to help him carry the bag.

Wu Jing carried the suitcase upstairs and was dazzled by the blue color, and suddenly remembered another thing.

Last time, at the sports meeting, Zhou Shuyun also got two different class uniforms, one was Yan Xinguang, and Yao Bin and the others scolded him severely, saying that Zhou Shuyun must be just looking at the measurements. It can be seen that Yan Xinguang is the most handsome one in their class.

At that time, he only thought it was Zhou Shuyun's whim, and didn't think about it carefully, but he added the same suitcase this time? ?

He couldn't believe that the limited edition of [-] pieces in the world could be such a coincidence every time.

A guess gradually came to mind, and Wu Jing's heart started beating wildly uncontrollably.

During the meal, Wu Jing asked casually, "Mom, did you buy the suitcase I brought on this spring trip when you went to England?"

Zhou Shuyun picked up a piece of chicken shreds for him, thought for a while and said, "The blue one? Is that right? I ordered it after I went to London Fashion Week."

Wu Jing asked cautiously: "Did you order one at that time?"

Zhou Shuyun glanced at him inexplicably, and said, "Otherwise? When did I buy you two identical things?"

This is.Ms. Zhou's obsessive-compulsive disorder has been brought into full play in her own industry, and she is especially pursuing styles. Not to mention two identical clothing or accessories, even if the colors are similar, Wu Jing's family absolutely does not have them.

In her words, in the fashion industry, similarity is also a kind of plagiarism.So Wu Jing had to endure for many years the demon she made on his head and shape in order to implement the concept of "uniqueness".

Wu Jing gritted his teeth, and asked in a different way: "Okay, then do you know, who has this kind of box like me?"

This question stopped Zhou Shuyun, thought for a long time, and said: "Then it should not be, it is not so easy to book, you need to have a high-level VIP with A card, and you can book 30 days in advance."

Wu Jing stared closely at her expression, and found out in frustration that there was indeed no trace of lying.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?After all, there is no such coincidence in this world.

But he couldn't hold back and said to Zhou Shuyun, "Tell me about my fiancé again." Although he knew with his toes that Zhou Shuyun would be very happy, but Wu Jing was very afraid that he would be forced into the bridal chamber tomorrow after he opened his mouth.

Regarding this matter, his attitude has always been that he can delay it.

Zhou Shuyun glanced at her son who was inexplicably lost in thought, suddenly smiled, and said softly, "What's the matter? Did you encounter any difficulties at school?"

Wu Jing was so intimidated by her extremely gentle tone that she held her chopsticks in her mouth, and immediately dared not speak any more.

That's all, anyway, he didn't dare to reveal any school details to Zhou Shuyun.

On Monday morning, as soon as Lao Mao entered the classroom, he threw a stack of papers on the podium, curled up two fingers and tapped on the blackboard to make noise, and successfully disturbed the dozing people in the last few rows. up.

This group of people obviously haven't adjusted from the relaxed mode of the spring outing, and they have seen Director Xing's kind appearance too much in those three days, and now they regard Lao Mao as a big brother, and come here with a smile on their faces.

"Teacher Mao, the class bell hasn't rung yet."

"That's right, I'm too sleepy."

"Teacher Mao, why don't we discuss the post-trip experience of the spring outing in this class."

Lao Mao quietly watched their performance, and at the end he snorted heavily, and said, "Okay, let's discuss the post-game impression, right?"

The booing crowd headed by Wu Jing and Duan Changhan still nodded without fear of death.

Lao Mao swept them around, and while instructing Zhang Caijun, who was sitting in the first row, to hand out the papers, he said, "I didn't plan to teach this class. Four 10 minutes, two practice papers, and the bell rang Receive it on time. If you haven’t finished it by then, I’ll invite you to my office, and we’ll discuss your post-travel experience one-on-one.”

All of a sudden, there was an ups and downs, and those who had been dozing off woke up instantly.

Wu Jing, who was still lazily propping his head on one arm, blinked after hearing this, and began to look for pens in the unzippered schoolbag.

After looking through it for a long time before finding it, the paper had already been passed on. Wu Jing reached out to take the paper, and poked Yan Xinguang on the arm by the way.

"Give me a pen."

Yan Xinguang's table has always been regular, with a water glass and two pens.He has always only used one of them, but the ink drop speed of the two pens is still very synchronized, and they are usually used by his deskmate.

So now Wu Jing doesn't even bother to say "borrow" hypocritically.

Yan Xinguang's low voice came: "It's on the table, take it yourself." After a pause, he said again: "But it's useless if you take it, this paper is a bit difficult for you."

Wu Jinggang wanted to criticize Yan Xinguang for belittling his deskmate for being wrong, so he poked his head to see how much he had written, but it turned out that it took less than 3 minutes from the time the paper was handed out to now, and the first side had already been written.

Wu Jing: "...perverted."

Yan Xin didn't raise his bald head, and seemed to respond unintentionally: "Huh?"

Wu Jing swallowed her anger and said: "It's nothing, you write it, and tell me after class?"

The corners of Yan Xinguang's mouth curled up, the tip of his pen paused, and he said, "Okay."

Facts have proved that Yan Xinguang said "it's a bit difficult for you" to give Wu Jing a lot of face. Wu Jing touched the pen from his desk and stared at the first question for 3 minutes, but he still didn't understand which chapter was being tested.

Wu Jing is not the only one who finds it a bit difficult.

Lao Mao walked around the classroom after handing out the papers. After inspecting the situation, he was very satisfied. I think you have almost forgotten what you learned in class! This paper is just for you to wake up and drowsy. If you want me to say, the school should not hold any spring outings. Once a year, every time you go out and come back, you forget how many catties you have. A few taels."

He picked up the teacup on the podium and took a sip, and continued: "It's time to calm down, why did you think it was winter vacation? It's been a long time since school started. You all know that next month is the national mathematics competition. I don’t need to say more about the weight of the competition. If you win the first prize, you will be sent directly to C University. If you win the second and third prizes, the score line for the first-class university will be reduced by [-] points. Don’t look at the difficulty of today’s test paper, and the competition questions will be even worse than this It is several times more difficult!"

As soon as these words came out, there was no other sound in the classroom, only the sound of writing.

Wu Jing turned the pen and turned back, picked a few big questions that he could understand and wrote the first question, and then he started to be in a daze.

First, I admired the side face of Yan Xinguang, who would not be recognized by his relatives as soon as he started to solve the problem--sometimes Wu Jing couldn't understand why Yan Xinguang studied so hard. It is said that his family is super rich. Duan Changhan's family has several times more money, Duan Changhan is so unrestrained and loves freedom, why is he still so serious?

But considering that Yan Xinguang still has a training room at school, maybe his family's situation can't be compared with the situation of the ordinary rich second generation. Maybe his grandfather also has some kind of assessment on grades?

Wu Jing probably doesn't know that there is a kind of effort that makes you feel that others are working hard, but in fact they are just doing it casually.

Sliding his gaze to the back of his head at the front desk, Yao Bin looked a hundred times naive than Wu Jing, but his back was quite straight.

In the end, Wu Jing glanced at Su Zhiye who was a few rows in front of him, and was a little startled. The scribbling seemed to have been written on the second page, and the speed was quite fast?

He knew that Su Zhiye's grades were not bad, but in the No. [-] Middle School where there are so many top students, he is probably above average. Is he actually so good at doing Olympiad questions?

Four or ten minutes passed by, and Lao Mao was very aggressive when he walked away with the paper in his arms.

Not long after, Tangning sent a message at the door of the classroom: "Jing Dae, Brother Han, and Yao Bin, Lao Xing."

Wu Jing and Yan Xinguang looked at each other, thinking, the one who should come still came.

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