Rescue the cannon fodder in the dog blood

When talking about the reason why Wang Yan came to him, Xiao Jue found it a little funny.

Wang Yan hated him very much, although the two hadn't had any intersection before, recalling the scene when they were in the office just now.

Wang Yan sat on the office chair, took a sip of hot water from a thermos cup, and said in a rare and kind voice, "How are you doing recently? Will it be difficult to come to school to catch up with the class?"

Xiao Jue frowned, unable to guess what she meant.He has been in good health recently, and he doesn't feel tired at all studying with someone.

Shaking his head lightly, Xiao Jue said, "No, I am in good health."

Wang Yan didn't seem to believe it, she had an expression that I was thinking of you, "I've heard about your physical condition before, Mr. Song, I know you young people are good-faced, but the body is the capital of the revolution, you cannot……"

"Teacher Wang." Xiao Jue interrupted her, "If you have something to say, you may as well speak up."

Wang Yan choked for a moment, with a disgusted expression hidden in his eyes, "That's right, from the teacher's point of view, I still suggest you study liberal arts. You also know that liberal arts can be relatively easy, and the more you memorize the knowledge points, the better your grades will be. It will be too bad, you also know your physical condition and the situation at home, so there is no need to fight so hard."

Xiao Jue didn't expect Wang Yan to make such a suggestion. In his previous life, he had spent time in shopping malls, and he thought he had a good eye for people.

Wang Yan was hostile to him from the very beginning, so how could he really think about his body.

She has other purposes.

Xiao Jue couldn't figure it out, but this didn't prevent him from responding to others.

"Teacher Wang." Xiao Jue lowered his head, his voice slightly mocking, "I know more about my own body than you."

Wang Yan: "...You! Is this how you talk to the teacher?"

The conversation broke up badly, no matter what happened to Wang Yan, as long as he didn't know how to study liberal arts, he was still waiting for the little guy to surpass himself in the exam.

"Hey, hey." Chu Ruiyang knocked on the table, "I'm asking you something."

Xiao Jue regained consciousness, thought for a while and said, "It's nothing, just ask casually."

Chu Ruiyang whispered that Wang Yan was sick, and stopped asking.

During the cleaning in the afternoon, Chu Ruiyang was sent downstairs to clean up the fallen leaves, and Jia Yicong and Jia Yicong were wielding big brooms and fighting under the tree.

Xiao Jue was standing beside him with a broom, a leaf fell on his shoulder, and he reached out to take it off.

The students who took out the garbage and picked up the water came and went, and there were also some chasing each other and playing around.

Chu Ruiyang was tired, so he swiped through the fallen leaves with his broom, pointed to half of them and said to Jia Yicong, "This little half is yours."

Then he walked over and stood beside Xiao Jue, "The rest are ours."

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and Jia Yicong's leaves brushed and ran towards this side.

Chu Ruiyang couldn't even block it with a broom.

Seeing more and more leaves here, Chu Ruiyang pointed at Jia Yicong, "No, redraw."

The little fat man disagreed, and the two carried the broom back and forth again.

Xiao Jue looked at it with a smile, this was an experience he never had in his last life, so it turned out that just looking at someone like this would make him feel very content in his heart.

Letting the two fight, Xiao Jue started cleaning from the side. Chu Ruiyang stopped playing when he saw Xiao Jue was working, and obediently followed along.

Halfway through the scan, Xiao Jue was called to the office by Song Qingjiang passing by.

Song Qingjiang didn't want to see Chu Ruiyang, but he had no ill intentions towards Xiao Jue. He vaguely knew the background of the Xiao family, and he wanted to confess to others.

In the office, Song Qingjiang handed over a plastic stool and motioned for Xiao Jue to sit down.

Xiao Jue sat down and heard the same question as Wang Yan, "How is your study recently, how are you?"

Xiao Jue looked at Song Qingjiang, pondering inwardly, he smiled, "Very well, the teacher has taken care of you."

"Where is it?" Song Qingjiang laughed, his face was full of wrinkles, "The teacher knows that you are smart, and your homework is definitely not a problem."

"That's it." Song Qingjiang said, "Teacher would like to ask you a little favor."

"Song Zimo of Science Class 1 is my daughter. This child has been working hard in her studies, but you also know that girls still have some differences in their thinking patterns from boys. The later it is, the harder it is to learn."

Song Qingjiang said, "The teacher just wanted to ask you if you could help Zimo make up lessons every weekend. You have been in the first class for a few days, and you two are considered classmates."

Listening to Song Qingjiang's words, Xiao Jue thought that these two couples were really interesting. One seemed to want him to study literature, and the other wanted him to help his daughter study theory.

"Teacher Song." Xiao Jue said, "You also know that I'm not in good health, and I took another year off from school. I'm afraid my current level is not as good as your daughter's."

It means that I don't want to make up.

Anticipating that Xiao would never agree easily, Song Qingjiang laughed, "If not, the teacher of your level will not know, don't worry, you won't make it up for nothing."

Lowering his voice by one degree, Song Qingjiang said, "Our school has a quota for recommending to Qingbei every year. You are not in good health. It will be much easier if you can recommend."

Xiao Jue raised his eyebrows, "What does Teacher Song mean?"

"There is no need for the teacher to elaborate on that." Song Qingjiang gave him a look of "you understand".

He has always wanted to climb up to Xiao's house, and it happened that Song Zimo asked him yesterday if he could let Xiao Jue make up lessons for him.

If my daughter can become friends with Xiao Jue, and Zimo is already good-looking, if there is further development...

Song Qingjiang's wishful thinking is crackling, let his daughter marry into a wealthy family, and he can cross classes and become a member of the upper class. A recommended quota is nothing.

What's more, with Xiao Jue's ability, the fair competition may also be his.

Xiao Jue looked at the light in Song Qingjiang's eyes and felt that this person was really too smart.

"Teacher Song." He took out his mobile phone from his school uniform pocket and shook it in front of Song Qingjiang, "You said that if I recorded the audio, can I report you directly to the Education Bureau?"

Song Qingjiang turned pale in shock, "Student Xiao Jue, what are you doing?"

Xiao Jue hooked his lips, with a smile that was not a smile, "What do you think?"

"..."

None of the conversations with the couple was pleasant, and the recording was naturally impossible, but Song Qingjiang probably didn't dare to look for him any more.

After leaving the office and going downstairs, someone stopped me when I reached the corner of the stairs.

"Senior Xiao Jue." The voice was clear and melodious, with the delicate and bright characteristics of a girl.

Xiao Jue stopped, turned his head, and saw a girl wearing a light blue shirt dress.

The chestnut hair is slightly curly, pinned behind the ears by star hairpins, fair skin, light pink lips, pure but not coquettish, and the brown belt is wrapped around the slender waist, which outlines the upper body well.

A girl who knows how to highlight her own strengths.

Xiao Jue looked at her with a calm expression, "What's the matter?"

He has sharp facial features, and he looks fierce when he doesn't smile. When he deliberately wants to alienate someone, he will make people feel a sense of distance. Coupled with the temperament honed in the vertical and horizontal shopping malls, he is full of oppression.

Song Zimo was taken aback, and an inexplicable anger arose in her heart. She boasted that she was beautiful, and she was like a school flower in Boyan. Although Zhou Mo, a new transfer from Class 2, stole some of her limelight, it did not affect others' attitudes towards her. .

Learning is good and looks pretty, girls like this are always very popular, but Xiao Jue just ignores her.

Influenced by her mother Wang Yan, Song Zimo has been conceited and arrogant since she was a child. She does not believe that anyone will be indifferent to her beauty.

Pushing the loose hair behind the ears, tilting his head and smiling, looking naughty and cute, Song Zimo said, "I am Song Zimo from Class 1 of Science."

In the entire Boyan High School, there are not many people who don't know this name.

Xiao Jue looked at her with no expression on his face, "So?"

Song Zimo showed his signature smile, "My dad... no, Director Song just called you, right? I'm really struggling with my studies recently, so can I ask you to help me with my homework?"

She frowned with a headache, "Physics is really getting harder."

Using make-up lessons as an excuse to get close to cultivate feelings, just after teaching Jia Yicong, some people want to practice it on themselves.

Xiao Jue can probably understand the behavior of Song Qingjiang and his wife. One is arrogant and doesn't want him to go to science class to harm his daughter, and the other is rushing to cling to the relationship.

This kind of situation would have been ignored by Xiao Juili in the previous life, but recently, under the influence of Chu Ruiyang, his temper has improved a lot, at least he won't let people get fired directly, "When you leave the school, turn left, the tutoring institution recruits students all year round .”

After speaking, he raised his leg and wanted to leave.

Song Zimo panicked, stepped in front of him, and said in a coquettish tone, "No wonder everyone says Senior Xiao Jue is cold-tempered, so it's easy for girls to have no friends."

She acted coquettishly, "Just help me with my lessons, the teacher said to help others, I promise to study hard." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to tug on the sleeve of Xiao Jue's school uniform.

Xiao Jue took a step back, completely impatient, looking at her with a cold expression, "I don't need a friend like you."

After speaking, bypass her and go downstairs.

"Senior Xiao Jue." Song Zimo called from behind, with an aggrieved and pitiful voice, "Why are you doing this?"

The figure in front stopped.

Song Zimo was overjoyed and knew it would work.

She sniffed, made an aggrieved expression, and was about to complain to Xiao Jue, when she stepped forward, she met a pair of dark and cold eyes.

Xiao Jue warned word by word, "You'd better not provoke me."

His face was cold, and his words were also cold, but the powerful and compelling temperament on his body made people want to surrender, wanting to see the look of admiration and doting on this cold and heartless face.

Xiao Jue really left this time.

Xin Chang's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, Song Zimo came back to his senses, his eyes were full of determination to win.

When Xiao Jue arrived downstairs, Chu Ruiyang and Jia Yicong had almost finished cleaning the bathroom. They were talking to a girl by the tree with their brooms in their arms. Half of the girl's figure was blocked by the tree. When they approached, they realized that it was Zhang Xinyun.

The three of them talked about reciting ancient poems somehow.

Chu Ruiyang: "Red Crispy Hands, Huang Tengjiu, classmate Jia Yicong will pick them up."

Jia Yicong thought for a moment and said, "Two orioles singing green willows."

Chu Ruiyang gave a thumbs up in a moment of reaction, "Talent talent."

"Don't you think the battle is very neat?" Xiao Jia, an otaku student, probably read a lot of jokes on the Internet, so he opened his mouth, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets climbed into the blue sky."

"The car is rattling, Ma Xiaoxiao, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The sky is blue, the field is vast, and a pear blossom is pressing..." Halfway through the speech, I felt suspected of driving, looked at Zhang Xinyun, and decisively covered my mouth with a chubby hand.

Zhang Xinyun was so happy that tears would come out of her laughter, she said to Jia Yicong, "You are so cute."

Jia Yicong's face turned red, and he didn't even dare to meet his eyes. He looked at the ground stumbling for a long time, "Or...you are cuter."

Zhang Xinyun kept smiling and said to Jia Yicong, "You can't do this, you have to memorize it when you go back. I'll check it tomorrow, but I can't memorize it by running around the playground."

Jia Yicong quickly agreed, "Okay, okay."

Zhang Xinyun asked again: "Are there any detailed explanations of ancient poems?"

Jia Yicong shook his head, "I have Palm Treasure."

"That one is not easy to use without annotations." Zhang Xinyun thought for a while, "Well, I still have a copy at home, and I will bring it to you tomorrow."

Jia Yicong was so happy that he was about to float up. He didn't expect that there would be a gift of books from the goddess. He continued to nod frantically, "Okay, okay, okay."

Zhang Xinyun smiled: "Stupid."

She went downstairs to collect water and put rags. Jia Yicong volunteered to help carry the bucket and insisted on sending it upstairs.

Zhang Xinyun did not refuse either.

"Let's go." He greeted Chu Ruiyang and Xiao Jue with a smile.

Looking at the back of Jia Yicong happily following Zhang Xinyun's buttocks, Chu Ruiyang sighed, "I didn't expect our Cong's method of flirting with girls to be good, one set at a time."

Xiao Juexiao, it's not Jia Yicong flirting with his sister, it's clearly the girl flirting with Jia Yicong.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your nutrient solution~

读者“小菠萝”,灌溉营养液+102020-03-2323:36:22

读者“某猫酱”,灌溉营养液+72020-03-2321:26:31