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It was only after walking outside the school that Jian Zixing's pace slowed down a little.The temperature suddenly dropped today, and there was no sign of a student outside the west gate. The two stood under the streetlight outside the school gate. Zhong Chen stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the basket."

"I can carry it myself." Jian Zixing didn't give it to him, and after exhaling a few breaths, he turned to look at him, "You're so childish, it's in the bathhouse, you bully everyone when you're naked."

"That's not bullying, that's education." Zhong Chen lazily reached out and snatched Jian Zixing's bath basket, then poked his head over, forcibly pulled off the hat covering his head, and kissed his earlobe lightly.

"This is called bullying." Zhong Chen said.

Jian Zixing kicked it, then turned and continued walking indifferently.

I was full of blood when I took a bath, and I didn't want to eat ice cream so much now. There was only a fried skewer outside the west gate, and the two of them stood in front of the stall and randomly threw things into the dinner plate.

Jian Zixing was reaching for the innermost flour sausage when Zhong Chen suddenly grabbed his waist.

He paused, then turned back indifferently, "Did you chop your claws again?"

"No." Zhongchen said in a low voice, glanced at the boss who was busy frying things in the distance, and whispered in his ear, "I just want to pinch you, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Jian Zixing remained indifferent, and after he handed the small tray to the boss, he pinched Zhong Chen's waist twice with his backhand.

Zhong Chen almost frightened him.

"I only know how to tit for tat, pinch for pinch." Jian Zixing narrowed his eyes threateningly.

Zhong Chen also handed over his own tray, and sighed frantically next to him.

Two plates of fried skewers were thrown into the frying pan, and it was impossible to tell who got it. The oil splashed and splashed, and there were small dust flying around the light bulbs hanging on the stall.

When Jian Zixing realized that Zhong Chen put his chin on his shoulder, the man seemed to have been there for a long time.

It's amazing, that is, it will become more intimate unconsciously.It seems that intimacy is also a small seed, seizing every opportunity and trying to break the ground, even taking a bath together can make an impact.

Jian Zixing turned his head to look at Zhong Chen, and his eyes were full of someone's dense eyelashes. From the corner of his eye, the shop owner squatted down to tie his shoelaces, so he calmly turned his face to the side, and kissed Zhong Chen on the cheek.

Zhong Chen's Adam's apple twitched, and it took a long time before he recovered, "It must be evened, right?"

"Yeah." Jian Zixing raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes fell on Zhong Chen's tightly clenched hand, and he said with a smile, "I bought such a big pile again, if you can't finish it, you will die."

"Let's eat together." Zhong Chen said with a smile.

Before going to bed at night, Jian Zixing lay on the railing and gently pulled Zhong Chen's hair.

"Huh?" Zhong Chen opened his eyes, "What instructions do I have for my brother?"

"You said, did your dad notice your earrings today? He has followed you secretly several times, but he didn't find anything wrong with us?"

"My dad is a straight steel man, if I kiss you in front of him, he will bring two bottles of Erguotou and take the two of us to ask for help in the next second." Zhong Chen said happily.

Jian Zixing sighed, went back to his side and lay down, but couldn't sleep.

Zhongchen's situation is different from his. Now that Zhongchen's father is back, they are a happy ordinary family. Can ordinary families bear this?Not to mention that Zhongchen's father is not a person who can keep up with this kind of thinking.

"Catch a star that was just thinking about it." Zhong Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and scratched his pillow, and said in a low voice, "This matter is difficult, but it must be resolved sooner or later. They can't force me, if I really If you still have any idea of ​​having a grandson, then regenerate, anyway, my dad is going to retire now, so why don't you have children?"

Jian Zixing's heart was heavy at first, but he was so happy that he closed his eyes and said, "Shut up."

Zhong Chen sighed, "I'm worried now that you always want to write something, and delay the competition later."

"That's right." Jian Zixing said, "I'm worried now that you failed the exam the day after tomorrow. Hu Xiujie and Lao Ma kidnapped you to the director's office for mixed doubles, and I went bankrupt along with my reputation."

There was no movement above his head. Jian Zixing waited for a while, thinking that the guy was pretending to be dead, and was about to sigh and turn over to sleep, but suddenly Zhong Chen said quietly: "I just hope you don't get too frightened."

"..." Jian Zixing sighed, and said in despair, "Then you should learn, brother."

Falling asleep with the fear of someone getting a total score of more than 200 in the exam, Mengli Zhongchen set a record low this time, and got a Fibonacci sequence, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, with a total score of 20, Hu Xiujie directly carried the gas tank and said that he would die with him, and the big and small principals joined the battle, and they wanted to put Zhong Chen on the rocket, pack it up and return it to City D.

During the two-day exam, Jian Zixing's mind would occasionally recall the scene of someone being tied to a stool, unscrewing the fuel tank and about to be fired, and wrote the composition with fear.

After the last subject was handed in, the people in the first examination room gradually left, but Jian Zixing did not move, sitting in the first row of the first group in a daze.

It was the first time for him to be so nervous about the results of the exam. Immediately after handing in the paper, he couldn't suppress his emotions like a flood of beasts.

If you think about it, this is probably the mentality of the parents of poor students.

He let out a long sigh, pulled out his schoolbag weakly, and was about to get up when Zhong Chen swaggered in through the front door.

As soon as he came in, he sat down on the stool next to Jian Zixing, rubbed his butt on the chair twice, and then changed to the table behind.

"Why?" Jian Zixing glanced at him, "Grass growing on your butt?"

"Let me feel these two chairs." Zhong Chen said, "The air in the first examination room is no fresher than our last examination room."

"What do you want to express." Jian Zixing looked at him coolly, "Do you want to comfort me to accept that you will always be in the last examination room?"

Zhong Chen smiled and said nothing, and said after a while, "The exam questions this time are quite interesting."

Jian Zixing lost his expression and began to feel his scalp tingling.

"Brother." He swallowed, "What does it mean to be interesting? Which question is interesting?"

"For example, composition, composition is very interesting, and I was asked to write "New Year Taste"."

Jian Zixing looked at the ghost, "Don't tell me that you wrote about Peppa Pig's New Year's Eve review."

Zhong Chen looked at him with a serious face, and after a few seconds, he suddenly banged on the table and began to laugh, crying, lying on the table and shaking with him.

Jian Zixing couldn't laugh, his heart felt cold, and he looked at the back of Zhongchen's head.

After laughing enough, Zhong Chen raised his head, rubbed his face, and grabbed his schoolbag, "Oh, let's go, cafeteria."

"Did you sleep during the exam?" Jian Zixing stood up and followed.

Zhongchen had his own schoolbag on his left shoulder, and Jian Zixing's schoolbag on his right shoulder. He shook his head righteously, "No."

Jian Zixing: "Did you draw any pictures on the paper?"

"No. Ah, is there a pork rib pot today?"

Jian Zixing took a deep breath and stopped, "Be serious, have you done all the questions you know how to do?"

Zhong Chen also followed him and stopped, watching with black eyes, "Seriously, I have done all the questions I can do."

Those eyes were too sincere, and Jian Zixing breathed a sigh of relief, "If that's the case, it will be three hundred and five... Is there a writing process for the big question that I don't know?"

Zhong Chen yawned, "There are no questions that I can't understand."

"..."

Jian Zixing's mentality collapsed in a second, and regardless of the sporadic students who came out of the corridor, he kicked Zhongchen's calf, "Which sentence! Yes! Really!"

Zhong Chen wrinkled his face together, "It's all true, what I'm telling is the truth."

"..."

"Hey! Xing Xing!" Seeing him turn around and walk away, Zhong Chen hurriedly trotted to follow, "Really, I took the exam very seriously this time, and I did all the questions carefully, that is, the composition is a bit difficult. Accurate, I don’t know if I will go off topic. Let me tell you that the biggest change in my exam is actually the composition. From the accumulation of N times of exams, I have a 50.00% probability of writing off topic, but I also focus on surprise composition during this time Now, so there is a high probability that it won't be too miserable... Hey, did you listen to me!"

Jian Zixing walked past two talking boys, who were looking at them with a miserable face, hesitant to speak, and he walked two more steps before realizing that it was the second person who had been "educated" by Zhong Chen in the bathhouse.

So he slowed down and sighed, "It's time to post again."

"That's not a problem." Zhong Chen muttered: "The little witch sees the big witch. I just care if you will be angry."

"Who is the great witch?" Jian Zixing stared at him.

"You will soon know who the big witch is." Zhong Chen said in a low voice, turned into the stairs to see if there was no one else, and rubbed his calf with his hand.

"I didn't try hard at all, don't touch porcelain." Jian Zixing sighed.

Zhong Chen nodded, "I know, I'll rub myself in advance."

"Ok?"

"Eat pork rib pot!" Zhong Chen put his arm on his shoulder righteously, "The test paper has been handed in, so don't take it again, let's go to pork rib pot!"

The cafeteria was buzzing with people, full of relaxation after the big exam.

The line for the pork ribs pot was almost outside the door. Jian Zixing followed the long queue for half the time before suddenly remembering that today is not only the senior high school exam, but also the first and second year high school exams. No wonder everyone looks like they have survived the disaster .

Gao Ang, who was in line in front of him, looked down at his phone for a while, then suddenly walked up behind him and stabbed Zhong Chen.

"Sick?" Zhong Chen dodged dissatisfiedly, "If you have something to say, don't touch it."

"Did Brother Chen brag in the corridor today?" Gao Ang asked.

As soon as Jian Zixing heard it, he knew that the conversation in the corridor had been uploaded to the Internet again. He turned his head around and tried hard to draw a line with the people behind him.

Zhong Chen obviously understood and was too lazy to talk, so he opened his eyes and counted the dust in the air, as if he didn't hear anything.

Li Qiankun laughed in the background, "There is a 50.00% probability of seven that the composition is off topic. When did Brother Chen calculate it? Is the situation of drawing on the composition paper considered off topic?"

Song Yangyang also sighed, "The above said that the biggest change in your exam is that there is nothing wrong with your composition. If you write your composition, you will get [-], and if you don't write your composition, you will get [-]."

"It's almost done." Jian Zixing frowned and turned around, "Did you never digress in your composition?"

"I have never drawn on composition paper." Li Qiankun argued hard.

"That's why you dare not." Jian Zixing glanced at him indifferently, "If I were you, I would lose points even if I filled in the blanks in ancient poems after repeating a year.

Li Qiankun's expression froze, and gradually revealed a miserable expression.

"Hey, big brother." He rubbed his hands in pain, "Oh, why bother to hate me, what's wrong today? This is, our Zixing boss rarely hates people."

"Don't mess with me if you're in a bad mood." Jian Zixing turned his head wearily, took out his phone after a while, and continued to read the encyclopedia that he hadn't finished just now.

—— "How to tame the playboy who doesn't study"

Li Qiankun muttered to Song Yangyang from behind, "I still don't understand when I provoked him."

Song Yangyang whispered, "Don't hate Brother Chen in front of Big Brother Zixing, didn't you see that it was said in the previous post that Brother Chen is the younger brother of Big Brother Zixing, and the boss is very protective."

"Damn it, he looks like a little brother!" Li Qiankun howled in grief and anger, Zhong Chen slapped him on the head with his backhand, "Shut up."

"..."

"Xing Xing." Zhong Chen pushed Gao Ang away to take back his seat, and reached out from behind to hang on Jian Zixing's body, "What are you looking at?"

Jian Zixing put away his phone calmly, "Check the information, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Chen yawned with his pillow on his shoulder, "If I pass the exam this time, can you treat me to ice cream, the milk tea shop outside has a new strawberry-flavored cloud ice cream, pink, It looks delicious."

Jian Zixing paused, then nodded, "Okay, I'll treat you to eat if you can spend three hundred, two for four hundred, and so on."

"It's a word."