Squad leader

In mid-December, there was a joint entrance examination for all J cities, and the experiment side suddenly suffered from Waterloo.

Jiang Tian's grades dropped like never before, and the last major math problem started directly from Wei Da's theorem, and he was wrong, so he hid the grade strip in the table hole with a gloomy face.

At that time, Ding Yang was coming back from Lao An with his Chinese papers in his hands, with an impatient expression on his face, and he was likely to be reprimanded again.

Jiang Tian threw him two pieces of candy, "What's wrong?"

Ding Yang tugged at the hairy chestnut hair that was getting longer and longer, "I was reprimanded for failing to read the composition."

Jiang Tian comforted: "It's just an exam, keep working hard next time." He thought about it, no, this time the composition is open-topic, and it can be written about people's events or arguments, "What did you write off topic?"

"No, I didn't see that the name of the person and the name of the school cannot appear." Ding Yang threw the answer sheet on the table in great annoyance, with the score strip sandwiched on it, and the Chinese composition was zero.

Lao An is really ruthless.

Jiang Tian turned over his answer sheet, and couldn't help laughing after reading two lines, "Why are you writing about me?"

"I didn't say no to writing!"

"Then you should change your alias or something. If you don't talk about the content and just read the words, you should get at least [-] points." Jiang Tian began to calculate what range Ding Yang's score would fall after adding [-] points.

Ding Yang scratched his hair frizzily, "It would be boring to change the name."

"I really can't do anything about you." The more Jiang Tian looked at it, the more he wanted to laugh. It was written like a love letter, such as "the sun in spring", "the clearest starlight", "seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day", "outstanding people, spiritual things, Hua Tianbao", metaphors Parallel comparisons are exaggerated and all kinds of mix-and-match, a typical representative of rainbow farts, he has a little doubt whether the composition material books that Ding Yang usually reads are pirated copies.

Ding Yang's ears snatched back his own test paper, "Stop laughing!"

"Haha...Okay, I won't laugh anymore, you correct your mistake first...haha..."

"Don't laugh!"

Jiang Tian smiled and leaned back, "Okay, okay, don't laugh, and ask me if there is anything you don't know."

Jiang Tianshun followed his emotions, took out his grade strip, rubbed it on his fingertips several times, and directly stuck it under the pencil case with a glue stick, thinking that he would take it out to stimulate himself when he was tired from studying.

After spending three self-study sessions and sorting out all the questions, he still couldn't understand the last math question. After several calculations, he came up with such a weird number as 42925. Even though he knew it would definitely not be such a weird result, he was still angry As if biting the bullet and continuing to gnaw tenaciously, the more calculations became more and more uncomfortable, the draft paper for changing pictures was densely packed and changed several sheets.

Ding Yang was not there during recess, Jiang Tian suppressed his emotions, he was not willing to pass on his negative emotions to others, let alone Ding Yang, so he just put on his coat and went to the playground for a run.

When Ding Yang came back from the bathroom, he saw that Jiang Tian was not there, so he poked Zhang Lei, but Zhang Lei didn't know that the paper on his desk had been read from beginning to end, the knowledge points were marked with red pen and blue pen, and he even wrote The page number of the textbook.He stared at the test questions spread out on Jiang Tian's desk, the red handwriting was densely corrected, and the function and the same diagram on the draft paper went back and forth several times. Breaking a hole, the anxiety of the questioner can be imagined.

When the wind blew up at night, Ding Yang picked up Jiang Tian's pencil case to press the paper for him, and he saw the grade note he had pasted under the pencil case.

Ding Yang didn't know about Jiang Tian's results since he didn't publicly post the results of the entrance exam this time. Seeing him calmly comforting himself, he took it for granted that he did well in the exam.

Ding Yang wanted to slap himself twice, but he didn't see his emotions at all. In this small broken county, his overall ranking has reached 11th.

Ding Yang covered Jiang Tian's grade slip, and rushed downstairs without wearing his coat.

Sure enough, Jiang Tian was running.

Ding Yang rushed forward in two or three steps, "Squad leader!"

Hearing Ding Yang's voice amidst the whistling wind, Jiang Tianxia subconsciously slowed down at a masochistic pace, stopped panting and looked at Ding Yang, "Why are you here?"

Seeing his natural disguise, Ding Yang bit his lower lip, "It's nothing, I don't see you thinking a little bit."

Jiang Tian said with a smile: "What, we are stuck together every day, and we only need to sleep under the quilt."

Ding Yang didn't answer his jokes, facing the cold wind, his little bangs that had just grown out jumped up, revealing his smooth and fair forehead, "Brother Tian, ​​you don't have to smile so happily at me, if you feel uncomfortable Don't hold back."

The expression on Jiang Tian's face suddenly froze, his nose was a little itchy, he rubbed his nose, and turned his head, "What's the matter?"

"elder brother!"

Jiang Tian pulled him, "Let's go, let's go back."

Ding Yang suddenly grabbed Jiang Tian and pressed him into his arms, "Don't be like this..."

Jiang Tian propped his eyes and said in a low voice, "Give me some time, I can adjust it, it's really fine."

Ding Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

"Don't move." Jiang Tian suddenly pulled him back.

"Ok?"

Jiang Tian gently leaned into his arms, "Let me hold you for a while, and go back to the city to shed blood."

"Okay." Ding Yang unconsciously tightened his arms.

Xueba is actually not as powerful as imagined...

After the two finished their homework at night, Jiang Tian urged Ding Yang to go to bed. Ding Yang glanced at the roommates around him who had already turned off the lights and lay down, and leaned into Jiang Tian's ear, "Brother Tian, ​​I don't want to go up."

Jiang Tian was taken aback, his face gradually turned red in the darkness, "This is the school."

It was rare for Ding Yang to show his unreasonable aura, and rushed over unambiguously. He took off the sweater and threw it on the ladder. He kicked off his trousers twice, and lay flat on the [-] cm wide rag. Playing tricks by the bed.

Jiang Tian had nothing to do with him, and was afraid of waking up his roommate, "Just this time, don't make another example."

He took off his sweater in twos and twos, leaving only an autumn coat. Jiang Tian stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt to cover the two of them.

Ding Yang stretched out his hand and hugged Jiang Tian from the back, rubbed his head and did not make any other excessive movements, and said in a soft voice that his grandfather coaxed him when he was a child: "Be good every day, sleep every day, and when you wake up, you can do anything." there is none left."

Jiang Tian was sore for a while, adjusted his sleeping position, and held his arm back, "Yangyang is good, Yangyang also sleeps, go to bed early and get up early to grow taller."

Ding Yang gently kissed the back of his neck, the two of them squeezed together on a small broken bed, but they slept very soundly.

The alarm clock rang early in the morning, and Jiang Tian kicked and stomped Ding Yang up. It was as if the wind had passed without a trace. No one found out that the two of them shared the same bed last night. The warmth of that night was only remembered by each other in their hearts. .

Because he didn't do well in the exam this time, and Lao An suffered from postpartum depression and increased the amount of questions in various ways, the class kept complaining. Before the self-study class, he ordered the class representative to rush to the office to get homework.

Zhang Mengyao went to the Wenzong Office to move political homework. The teacher printed out a huge amount of materials and analysis related to the conference. The teacher asked Zhang Mengyao to find a classmate to move back with him later. Zhang Mengyao slapped his thigh, "Teacher, I can do it alone. "

A senior in Chinese history said it well: "If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work." Zhang Mengyao went downstairs tremblingly holding an A3 material paper that was half the height of a person. Living.

When he was almost unable to hold on anymore, he suddenly felt light in his hand, and all the materials in his hand were taken away by Zhou Yuwen. He happened to be in the math office just now, and he watched Zhang Mengyao holding such a tall material to the school. Classroom to go.

Zhou Yuwen was a little annoyed, he didn't know why he would get angry every time he saw a person like Zhang Mengyao gritting his teeth.

"You won't find someone to help you!"

"Zhou Yuwen, have you eaten □□?!" Zhang Mengyao couldn't help but snatch the materials back, and hugged her in her arms like a calf, "Who are you looking for for such a small matter? It's a waste of national labor."

There was anger in Zhou Yuwen's voice, "I said, why are you gnashing your teeth like that, a girl?!"

Zhang Mengyao didn't understand, so, "There is a gross difference between boys and girls, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Zhou Yuwen walked beside her angrily.

"Hey, the shoelaces are untied?" Zhang Mengyao felt that the shoelaces were kicking her feet while walking, and looked around to see if there was a table where she could put down the materials and tie the shoelaces.

"That's enough." Zhou Yuwen folded the test paper and stuffed it into his pocket speechlessly, "Don't move!"

He squatted down and picked up Zhang Mengyao's shoelace, Zhang Mengyao retracted her foot uncomfortably, Zhou Yuwen couldn't help but tie the shoelace tightly, and then tightened the other foot .

Zhang Mengyao stammered uncomfortably: "Zhou, Zhou Yuwen, what are you doing..."

"What else can you do, tie your shoelaces."

"No, what did I say about you... What a misunderstanding..."

"Then it's a misunderstanding." After finishing speaking, he snatched the materials from Zhang Mengyao's hand and left without looking back.

"Hey! What do you mean! You speak clearly!"

Zhou Yuwen himself could feel the temperature of his ears warming up a little bit. He pretended to be calm and threw the materials on the podium, sat back on his seat, and started to study the questions without squinting.

Looking at such a thick pile of materials, there was another wailing in the class. Zhang Mengyao finished posting in a hurry, and her eyes jumped a few times on Zhou Yuwen. She wanted to find an answer but she didn't get a response from her eyes.

That slightly ambiguous scene was covered up by such ambiguity.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, I wish you a happy life~