School grass he is too good

"Cheng Tiao, the teacher told you from the bottom of his heart today that mathematics is really not difficult to learn. As long as you work hard and work hard, you will definitely be able to..."

As soon as he heard such touching words from the math teacher, Cheng Tiao instantly realized that he must have lost his cool in math this time.

The point is that at this moment, he is still embarrassed to refute the teacher telling the other party that he is actually serious about studying, so he can only put on an expression of a prodigal son turning around and sincerely regretting.

Seeing his attitude, the math teacher felt that he could be saved, so he took his hand and talked for a while before letting him go, and Cheng Tiao also knew his score, 92 points.

After hearing this result, Cheng Tiao breathed a sigh of relief. Judging by the teacher's attitude, he thought he was only at the level of 42. Although there were signs of lowering the average score, at least he had improved.

"Teacher, how much is Lin Jian this time?" He asked in a low voice.

The math teacher said that he was a little thirsty, sat on the chair and took a sip of hot tea, and then teased him: "He didn't do well in the exam this time, and he scored 58 points more than you."

Cheng Tiao: "..."

"I know a good teacher. I will work harder next time. Then I will go back to the dormitory to pack my things and get ready to go home." Cheng Tiao waved to the math teacher exhaustedly, without looking back Then go outside.

They have to come on vacation, and temporarily bring him spiritual trauma, as expected of a school!

……

"Is anyone going to my house to play on weekends?" Cheng Tiao, who was packing up, suddenly asked the other three people in the dormitory.

Wei Lan was chatting with someone, and when she heard this, she smiled at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made an appointment to watch a movie this weekend, next time."

"I really want to go to Brother Tiao's house to play, but my grandma celebrates her birthday this Sunday, so I have to help out at home." Lin Gun said regretfully, this was the first time Cheng Tiao invited them to his home in province A.

Cheng Tiao raised his chin towards Lin Jian who was watching a movie on the bed, "Then what about you, cheap, you don't have anything to do this weekend, do you?"

Lin Jian threw the phone on the bed, and scrambled off the bed to pack her things, "It's nothing, I'm too busy."

Lin Jian and Wei Lan are both from Kyoto. They think it is too expensive and time-consuming to go back and forth every weekend, so they simply live in the dormitory on weekends, and usually only go home every two to three months or when they catch up with holidays. , Usually idle in the dormitory is about to germinate.

Cheng Tiao sat leisurely on his suitcase, swaying his calves carelessly. He put his arm on the trolley and watched Lin Jian lazily looking through the closet to pack his things.

Two days ago, I heard Lin Gungun talk about the birthday banquet at the other party's house, and I knew that Wei Lan was having a good chat with that female classmate named Rongrong, so he dared to invite them directly in the dormitory .

"Should I bring something to your house? After all, I'm a guest." After Lin Jian picked out two sets of clothes and pajamas, she suddenly turned her head and asked nervously.

Cheng Tiao was a little amused, "What are you thinking, my dad came to pick me up at the school gate, what can you bring, can you take the five-year senior high school entrance examination and three-year mocks? Stop it, or my brother will hate you to death."

At first Lin Jian randomly rolled up the clothes and threw them into the bag, but for some reason, she took them out silently, folded them again, and put them in carefully.

For some reason, he was much more nervous when he went to Cheng Tiao's house this time than when he went to H province.

Cheng Tiao had to bring a suitcase with him every week when he went home, and this time he even stuffed the rogue rabbit into the suitcase, but even so, the suitcase was still not full, the picture was a sense of ritual.

Lin Jian complained about this a long time ago, saying that he pretended to be lonely and went home every time.

"My dad has arrived at the school gate, let's go." Cheng Tiao pulled up the suitcase and shouted at Lin Jian.

Lin Jian responded, patted Lin Gun on the forehead with some trepidation, and happily followed Cheng Tiao downstairs.

"What is he proud of?" Lin Gun rubbed his forehead and asked with some confusion.

Wei Lan smiled slightly, got up and touched his dog's head, and walked out very happily. Before leaving, he specially explained: "I asked someone out to play. When you leave, please take the door and remember to lock it. I have the key."

Other dormitories may not be as particular as they are, and they have formed the habit of locking the door as soon as they go out, mainly because Cheng Tiao's weird things are very expensive, and it is estimated that throwing any of them can be filed for three years.

……

"Hello, Uncle!" Lin Jian yelled obediently as soon as he got into the car.

Mr. Cheng responded happily, and after fastening the seat belt for Cheng Tiao, he turned his head and extended his hand to him with a smile, "Hello, little classmate."

Mr. Cheng met this little classmate in his youngest son's weekly diary a long time ago, and it was the first time seeing him today, so he was a little excited.After all, it must be a legend to be able to continue to be friends with his son after doing such wonderful things.

Lin Jian was flattered and shook hands with him. He didn't expect Cheng Tiao's father to be more kind and easy-going than he imagined.

On the way, Mr. Cheng casually asked about the situation of the two at school, and after learning that Lin Jian had a good academic performance, he smiled and asked him to help teach more dance lessons.

Lin Jian racked his brains to find topics to keep the atmosphere in the carriage in a relatively pleasant state.

"92, I have made great progress this time." After hearing Cheng Tiao's math results, Mr. Cheng was still a little happy, "Tonight, Dad will cook the braised pork that you still eat. My son is awesome."

Lin Jian: "..." Isn't this a little too easy to satisfy?

He tried to think about what would happen if he got a 92 in the exam and went home.

"You still want to eat with such a low score, so squat aside and eat dog food!"

His parents don't think about it first, that Hun Dan brother will definitely mock him like this.

Cheng Tiao noticed his silent expression, took a sip of mineral water slowly, then screwed on the bottle cap and threw it to him, then explained with a smile: "My dad got 31 in mathematics in the college entrance examination."

Mr. Cheng coughed in embarrassment, "It happened many years ago, don't mention it again, give your father some face."

Lin Jian pressed his fist against the corner of his mouth and let out a muffled laugh. He finally knew who inherited Cheng Tiao's partiality, which caused the teacher a headache.

"How did Xiao Lin learn with such good grades? Is there any trick?" Mr. Cheng asked curiously.

"It depends on IQ." Cheng Tiao replied calmly for Lin Jian, and after noticing the other party's hesitant expression, he added: "It may also be due to heredity."

Mr. Cheng nodded thoughtfully, "Understood, so you're blaming me now, right? Tiaotiao, Dad told you that a single grade cannot judge whether a person is really successful."

Lin Jian raised his head and took a sip of the mineral water. He guessed that the other party's next sentence would probably be chicken soup for the soul like "kindness is the most important quality".

"You must know that your good-looking gene must be inherited from me. Although your father, I can't improve your academic performance. But at least in school, you can start with a face that is much higher than others. It is." Mr. Cheng continued.

"puff--"

Lin Jian almost sprayed water on the back of the chair. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly for a long time before he managed to recover.

Sure enough, he still underestimated the Cheng family's genes. Cheng Tiao's father inherited more than mere appearances such as good looks. He also endowed Cheng Tiao with another more important and precious quality, self-confidence.

As expected of the surname Cheng, he is very good!

After listening to his father's words, Cheng Tiao couldn't help but leaned on the co-pilot's door and laughed for a while, and after a while he cleared his throat and said, "I think I'll wait until Xiaoyue goes to high school." , how are you going to talk nonsense with him?"

"Xiaoyue, that's also a potential stock." Mr. Cheng said solemnly.

……

The car was parked in the garage in the garden, and Lin Jian helped Cheng Tiao lift the suitcase out of the back box, and when he lifted it lightly, he knew there was nothing in it.

"Auntie, we're back." Cheng Tiao shouted habitually before entering the door, and after taking out the house slippers, he took out Mr. Cheng's and Lin Jian's slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at the door.

"Brother!" Upon hearing the voice, Cheng Yue ran down the stairs excitedly, and threw himself into Cheng Tiao's arms happily.

Cheng Tiao took a breath of anger and almost let it out. He pulled his brother off his body with difficulty: "Loose weight, kid, your brother and I are still young, and my waist must not be bad."

Cheng Yue shyly put his hands behind his back, "Mom signed me up for Taekwondo classes, and now I go to practice every night."

Cheng Tiao nodded. After all, he still had enough exercise. After recalling his bleak childhood, he bent down and looked into Cheng Yue's eyes and said seriously: "Remember, if there are senior brothers who are older than you, if they lie to you Splitting bricks, absolutely ignore him!"

The two people outside the door had just changed into their slippers and entered the door when they heard Cheng Tiao's heartfelt reminder.

Mr. Cheng: "..."

Lin Jian: "..."

"Well, I see!" Although Cheng Yue didn't know the reason, he would remember as long as his brother said it.

After following Cheng Tiao to put the suitcase upstairs, the first thing Lin Jian did was to take his opponent's hand with both hands and look at it carefully, for fear of any serious sequelae caused by his early chopping of bricks.

Cheng Tiao's hands are very white and the fingers are long and slender, but the pads and palms are very rough, basically not matching the word "delicate", and even the knuckles look deformed, but this does not affect the beauty of the hands.

Cheng Tiao looked up at Lin Jian, who touched his hand with his backhand and joined his fingers. The two slender hands looked good together. He even wanted to take a picture with his mobile phone, but he was afraid of himself. A little movement will destroy this palpitating but ambiguous atmosphere.

The next second, Lin Jian suddenly exerted some strength and squeezed his fingers hard, because the opponent's five fingers had used a lot of strength, and Cheng Tiao, who was in pain, almost thought that this guy was going to torture him to extract a confession.

"Will it hurt?" Lin Jian asked curiously, he heard that martial arts practitioners have stronger hands than others.

As a person who could crush walnuts with his five fingers, Cheng Tiao felt that he was really palpitating.Of course, this is all because of being angry.

He also used some strength with a blank face, and then asked: "Do you think it will hurt?"

"Let's go, let go... your bones are going to be broken!" Lin Jian wailed, begging for mercy without integrity.

The author has something to say: Tiao Tiao: I always feel that I am helping the poor, otherwise I will never find someone with my IQ! ! !

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