School grass he is too good

"I don't want to die, is it okay?" Lin Jian silently huddled in the corner and looked at Cheng Tiao innocently.

Cheng Tiao put the fire extinguisher on the ground, looked at Lin Jian and smiled, "You must die."

After slowly pulling his desk back to its original position, he bent down and picked up the textbook that was only one-third burnt, and threw it into the trash can.

As a polite boy, Cheng Tiao never had the habit of embarrassing others in front of everyone.

He took out a tissue from his pocket, took out two and wiped his desk and chair, then looked up at his deskmate and raised his eyebrows: "Shall we find a place to chat?"

Cheng Tiao has always felt that he has a good temper. Even if he has the urge to hit someone at least five or six times a day, his temper is really good, because he resisted them all.

But it's true that he has a good temper, and it's true that he wants to beat Lin Jian now.

"Don't be angry, Brother Tiao~." Lin Jian turned the chair, leaned his chin on the back of the chair, and continued to flirt with Cheng Tiao, "I'll give you the textbook later, and the notes will help you too." Copy them together."

After Cheng Tiao wiped the table with a paper towel, he took out another wet towel, and while wiping his chair, he said casually: "I advise you not to put your chin on the back of the chair, or I will kick your chair later , will knock out your teeth."

After hearing this, Lin Jian was inexplicably moved, wondering why there is such a considerate tablemate in this world.

Even if he wants to kick me, he will ask me to change to a less painful position first.

"Brother Tiao, don't blame Lin Jian too much, I'm also responsible for this matter. How about we change tables?" Lin Gun couldn't help but said weakly.

Cheng Tiao smiled at him, Lin Gun silently turned around and didn't dare to speak.

"Cheng, Cheng Tiao, Lin Jian didn't do it on purpose, don't be angry." A female classmate said in a low voice.

"Yes, if you really want to beat me up, then don't hit me in the face, the old class will find out." Her tablemate also persuaded her, and as soon as she said this, many girls nodded in agreement.

"It's okay to slap the face, just be gentle." Another classmate added.

Sitting close to the back door, the usually quiet math class representative stood up and closed the back door calmly.

Cheng Tiao: "..."

It seems that his deskmate is very popular in the class on weekdays.

In fact, if it were a normal day, there would definitely be more people persuading Cheng Tiao than now, but today is the day when the grades come out, and everyone is melancholy about their grades.

It's hard to find something that can divert my sad mood...

Lin Jian laughed helplessly, and pulled the curtains, and the lavender curtains covered the two of them.

"Come on, excellent, hit lightly." He half-jokingly said to Cheng Tiao.

It seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the huge classroom. The warm sunshine shone on the two of them, and it suddenly became quiet this afternoon.

After staring at Lin Jian face to face for a long time, Cheng Tiao couldn't help lowering his head and pursing his lips and laughing, with a gentle expression on his face.

"Do you fucking think I'll let you go like this? Oh, die for the uncle, die!"

In the next second, he kicked Lin Jian's chair fiercely, watched with a sullen face as the other party fell backwards defenselessly, and leaned against the gray white wall with a dazed expression.

"Damn it, Brother Tiao is too ruthless."

"That is an oil-based pen, I suddenly feel sorry for Brother Jian."

"But what's the matter with being inexplicably cool?"

"........."

Lin Jian immersed himself in copying the Chinese notes for Cheng Tiao, completely ignoring the classmates who were looking at him with sympathy.

At this moment, 415 is written on his left cheek with a black oil-based pen, and on his right cheek is written the word Hanpi in big characters.

"Hey, boy, what's the matter with your face?" Miss Yan stared at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking.

If only 415 was written on the other party's face, she might think that he was simply showing off his grades, but his behavior was a bit silly and not worthy of his IQ.

But that naive criticism, you can tell at a glance that it wasn't written by the other party.

Lin Jian waved her hand calmly: "This is the master's calligraphy. I will push it out for everyone to appreciate. After all, only my handsome face is worthy of such excellent calligraphy."

The students in the class suddenly burst into laughter, and Cheng Tiao, who was casually turning the pen beside him, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

Miss Yan shook her head helplessly, but still laughed out loud.

"By the way, I would like to praise Lin Jian here. He took the first place in the English test this time, with a score of 148." Miss Yan handed the paper to the class representative, signaling her to divide the paper.

After looking at the list, Miss Yan said cheerfully: "Generally speaking, everyone did well in the English test this time. The average score of our class is 116.5."

She is very satisfied with the results of class one in the monthly exam, especially the average score of their class is much higher than other classes.

"At the same table, see if you want to write another 148. I think I can write a few more words on my face." After Lin Jian took the paper, he looked at Cheng Tiao seriously and asked.

Cheng Tiao twitched the corner of his mouth, a little speechless: "You can shut up, if you get all the other subjects, your face will be like a poster."

He glanced at his paper, and there was 127 points written in the upper left corner, which was much higher than expected. He raised his eyebrows and turned to the back page, only to find that his composition had not deducted a single point.

"Here, I would like to praise Cheng Tiao. He wrote a good English composition this time. You can read it after class." Miss Yan stopped writing on the blackboard, then turned and added.

But she didn't know what she was thinking of, so she couldn't help lowering her head and laughing, the laughter passed through the little bee and reached Cheng Tiao's ears.

Cheng Tiao paused for correcting the wrong question, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.He licked his somewhat dry lips, and couldn't help pouring a glass of wine to suppress his shock.

The wine in the thermos was prepared for him by the god stick. It is said that it is used to concentrate. Cheng Tiao doesn't know if he is concentrated or not, but he thinks it will refresh him after drinking it.

I was worried that he would get drunk and asked him to drink before going to bed, but Cheng Tiao didn't have the habit of drinking water before going to bed.As a child who was brought to play by his uncle, he practiced drinking early on.

Miss Yan randomly ordered a few students to go to the blackboard, and asked them to write the correct answers on the blackboard, and then she took Cheng Tiao's composition and read it in public.

After class, Lin Gun quietly sent a message, and Lin Jian looked down at his phone in confusion.

"Lin Gungun: Brother Jian, I have Fengyoujing here, do you want to use it to wipe your face?"

"Shuai Lin is very handsome: wait for my tablemate to calm down later."

"Lin Gungun: I'm sorry for you, Brother Jian! [Crying gip]"

"Shuai Lin is very handsome: It's okay, but seriously, have you noticed that the handwriting on my deskmate is really fucking good-looking. You said that after he calms down, should I ask him to write the word handsome for me, go out The return rate is definitely quite high.”

"Lin Gungun: ..."

"Lin Gungun: It suddenly occurred to me that I can't recite Li Sao, so let's stop talking."

Lin Gun threw his mobile phone back into the drawer expressionlessly, and the last half of guilt in his heart was smoothed away.

He really underestimated this man Lin Jian!

There are a lot of notes in Chinese, and Lin Jian used up more than half of the refills to copy them. He regrets that he borrowed the notes from a female classmate.

I remember that Tajir went into details, and it would be uncomfortable for his deskmate to review such cumbersome things.

In fact, Wei Lan's notes are pretty good, but it's a pity that Lin Jian couldn't figure out the other party's original handwriting after studying it for a long time.

And he also came to a conclusion, whoever cheated in the exam was assigned to Wei Lan's back seat, guaranteed to be so angry that he vomited blood, and the full answer was right in front of him, but unfortunately you just couldn't understand it.

"Everyone did well in the Chinese test this time." This was the first sentence Lao Bai said after entering the classroom, and then he looked at Cheng Tiao with a half-smile.

Cheng Tiao leaned back in his chair, silently chewing the strawberry jelly in his mouth, and he was a little afraid to meet the head teacher on the podium.

Because he suddenly remembered the showy operation he left behind during his Chinese exam.

The author has something to say: The name of the article has been changed again, everyone think I am indirect convulsions (laughing and crying)