custom rival

Xi Zhikong simply lay on the bed and stretched his waist, lazily said: "The living allowance...isn't enough."

Jiang Yan pointed to the computer, clicked on the screen, and said, "Come here and delete it first."

"I shouldn't have shown you yesterday...I'm really sick..." Xi Zhikong regretted his mistake, sat down at the desk and moved the ashtray next to the computer away from Jiang Yan.

"Then why did you show it to me?" Jiang Yan asked.

He was also suffering from watching it, but it was hard to say, it was even more uncomfortable to hold it in, so he could only let that thing disappear quickly, so that he would not think about it.

Xi Zhikong inserted the USB flash drive into the computer and was clicking the mouse when the computer froze.

"...What's the matter with your computer?" Jiang Yan frowned, looked at the half-filled cigarettes in the ashtray, and said, "Didn't you say you want to quit smoking?"

"Oh, it's not so easy to say quit."

The old computer was stuck for a long time and finally returned to normal. Xi Zhikong also simply deleted the original and copy of this file in front of Jiang Yan, pulled out the U disk and slapped it on the desktop, got up and went to narrow kitchen.

After a while, he cooked a pot of instant noodles and brought it out. He saw Jiang Yan took off his shirt, put on a vest and bent over to fiddle with the fan on his table.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Jiang Yan is tall, with tight flesh on his body, which looks a bit thin.At this moment, there was sweat on his forehead and arms, and he unconsciously bit his lower lip with his brows knit together. After a while, he responded, "Don't you know that your fan is broken?"

"Broken?" Xi Zhikong put the noodles on the narrow small square table, grabbed a tissue in his hand and walked to the computer desk, resting his chin on his elbows, he followed carefully to see the half-torn piece by Jiang Yan. A small electric fan, "Why didn't I feel..."

He stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat that rolled down Jiang Yan's eyelashes. Jiang Yan froze, then raised his arm to block him and complained: "What do you think, you know how to write Huangwen."

If the leading actor in his Huang Wen was not Jiang Yan, Xi Zhikong would definitely not shut up easily right now.However, he was at a loss now, so he could only say what Jiang Yan said.

He coughed twice and went back to the small square table and knocked on the side of the pot, saying: "It's broken like this, don't fix it, let's eat first."

"Okay, eat first if you're hungry." Jiang Yan tightened a screw, plugged in the power and turned it on for a try. The fan started whirring, and the abnormal sound just now disappeared.

"It seems that there is really less movement than before!" Xi Zhikong said in surprise.

Jiang Yan went to wash his hands and sat in front of him, reached for the schoolbag on the bed and pulled it over, touched a few red banknotes from the inside and handed them to Xi Zhikong.

"What are you doing?" Xi Zhikong was a little hungry, he got up and turned on the light, and when he came back, Jiang Yan had already put a full bowl in his bowl.

"Buy your Huang Wen." Jiang Yan was extremely calm, hearing him repeating the words Huang Wen so calmly, Xi Zhikong felt more and more guilty.

He curled his lips and pushed the money back, saying, "Forget it, forget it, I'm not kind, and I won't write about you in the future."

"You really don't want to write?"

"I really don't want to write any more!" Xi Zhikong put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "Don't believe me."

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

After eating, Zhikong collected the bowls and chopsticks and sat in front of the computer again. Jiang Yan put on his clothes and stood behind him, watching him click on Word and grabbed his wrist with one hand.

"When you finish your homework, start writing your yellow essay."

Xi Zhikong shook his hand away: "You have a yellow text on the left and a yellow text on the right! This is artistic creation! Do you understand creation?"

"I don't understand." Jiang Yan turned and leaned against the table, "The exam is coming soon, why don't you hurry up and read and review?"

Xi Zhikong was a little discouraged.

He thought for a while and said, "Jiang Yan, I'm really not a material for studying. Even if I am like this, I won't have the money to go to university."

Jiang Yan didn't speak. He carried his schoolbag and walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, turned around and said to him after a while: "Tomorrow morning at 5:[-], I'm only waiting for you for [-] minutes."

After he left, Xi Zhikong remembered that he forgot to ask him about Qin Lingshu.

Qin Lingshu is the literary and art committee member of the class, and Xi Zhikong was about to write a love letter last month, but was delayed by the custom-made Huangwen business for a long time.The day before yesterday, he was still worried about history repeating itself, but unexpectedly, he was intercepted by Jiang Yan again.

Jiang Yan has good grades and is handsome. He is a well-known master of both men and women.

But he's not messing around at all.

He doesn't surf, but there is always a group of people holding love surfboards near him.

Everyone that Xi Zhikong likes is in the queue.If it wasn't for this kind of relationship with Jiang Yan, he would have turned against him long ago.

For the person he likes, Xi Zhikong has actually done a lot of research on what kind of person the other person likes and what his hobbies are. He carefully "does his homework" every time.

Every time Jiang Yan took the fruits of his labor halfway.

Over time, he almost got used to this "rival in love" that was "tailor-made" for him.

Just like Qin Lingshu this time.

After holding back for a long time without any inspiration, Xi Zhikong turned off the computer and put out the homework.

He stood the small fan on the table and looked at it for a long time. After turning it on and off, it quickly ran out of power.After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a suitable charger. He was a little annoyed, so he opened the drawer and threw the small fan in.

The drawer was slammed shut and then popped open, and the screwdriver Jiang Yan had just used rolled out of it.

Xi Zhikong stared at his old fan which was repaired by Jiang Yan for a while, then gently closed the drawer.

The next morning, Xi Zhikong got up early for the first time, and it was only [-]:[-] when he finished washing and put on his shoes to go out.He closed the door and locked it neatly, and went downstairs with ease and joy.

After waiting downstairs for less than 5 minutes, Jiang Yan came over.

It was a bit cold in the morning, Jiang Yan wore a blue and white school uniform jacket with the zipper open, a white T-shirt inside, and white sneakers with green edges on his feet.

Xi Zhikong is a little short-sighted and doesn't wear glasses, but he seems to see Jiang Yan smiling from a distance.He waved his hand towards Jiang Yan and walked over, the closer he got, the more he felt that it was not a loss at all for this person to be his rival in love.

"Tsk, it's so early today?" Jiang Yan looked him up and down, and smiled at him for a long time.

"I went to bed early last night." Xi Zhikong said.

Jiang Yan felt that Xi Zhikong was a bit abnormal today, when he passed by the steamed bun shop, he only bought two steamed buns, and gnawed on them in unusually silent manner.

"Hey, why don't I let you get up early, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yan poked Xi Zhikong's arm with his elbow, the man returned a tired look, sighed and said leisurely: "I haven't delivered my love letter yet."

"what?"

"I said, I gave it to Qin Ling, but I haven't delivered it yet." Xi Zhikong drank the last sip of soy milk and threw the cup into the sorting trash can.

Jiang Yan thought about it carefully, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The more I hear this, the angrier I get.

He didn't want to eat the half steamed bun left in his hand, so Xi Zhikong threw it into the trash can, and stretched out his hand on tiptoe to grab Jiang Yan's neck.

Jiang Yan didn't finish swallowing a sip of water, choked twice and coughed: "Cough, cough cough! Are you sick, Xi Zhikong?!"

"You're sick, right? I like you whoever I like! If it weren't for the fact that we used the same diaper when we were young, I would beat you every time I saw you!" Xi Zhikong gritted his teeth and put his hands on Jiang Yan's face. He pinched it hard, let go of his hands and ran away.

The words are quite harsh, but his heart is like a mirror. He has fought with Jiang Yan since he was a child, and he has never won.

He couldn't beat him but he ran fast, Jiang Yan never caught up with him.

Standing at the gate of the school, Jiang Yan looked at the back of Xi Zhikong who was running away, put his hands on his knees and panted heavily, cursing and cursing and couldn't help laughing.

"How the hell are you so likable."

When he straightened up and finally managed to catch his breath, He Xing casually carried a schoolbag on his back and bumped into him.

"Yo, what about rivals fighting?"

Jiang Yan turned around, pulled his hand off his shoulder, and said, "What's the matter?"

He Xing is the sports committee member of the class. Recently, it's like arresting a young man, whoever is arrested will be allowed to participate in the sports meeting.After finishing the 5000-meter long-distance race, and looking for three people for the 4x100-meter race, he couldn't find anyone, so he pinned his idea on Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan didn't take part in group activities very much. He Xing knew that this was a difficult nut to crack, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.He had told Jiang Yan eight times if not ten times, but Jiang Yan just refused to attend.

"Jiang Yan, the class leader is going to take the lead in actively participating in group activities. Do you think you should sign up?" This is the 11th time he has said this sentence, and his ears are almost numb.

"Not participating."

Jiang Yan resolutely and accurately rejected him with two words, and straightened the collar that had just been wrinkled by Xi Zhikong—he couldn't help laughing at the thought of Xi Zhikong.

He Xing stood side by side with him, and said with a look of bitterness and hatred: "If you participate in the sports meeting and get the ranking, you can give priority to the election for outstanding students!"

Jiang Yan was indifferent.

"Jiang Yan! Teacher Chen said it! You must attend!"

After speaking, He Xing avoided Jiang Yan's sight with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Yan stopped and sneered: "Teacher Chen told me yesterday, it's fine if you don't want to participate."

Seeing that coercion and profiteering were not enough, He Xing played the bitterness card again, a flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and said: "Jiang Yan, look at how miserable I am, it's my first time as a sports committee, so I have to earn some performance. What a price I paid for following you to this high school! I came to you in desperation, so you can participate, and I owe you a favor!"

"What's the use of me taking your favor." Jiang Yan hit the nail on the head, He Xing beat his chest and stomped his feet and almost recited it in one breath.

Walking into the classroom with He Xing one after the other, Jiang Yan immediately saw Xi Zhikong who was busy writing.He Xing was still chattering behind him, he turned around and said shut up, and walked towards Xi Zhikong with his schoolbag on his back.

The two grew up together, and it can be said that they have a perfect understanding. Feeling his gaze, Xi Zhikong put down his pen, stood up and prepared to run outside.

In the end, Jiang Yan grabbed his arm and pressed him back to the seat.

"What are you running for? Didn't you hit me every time you saw me?" Jiang Yan blocked Xi Zhikong's way, took a notebook from his schoolbag and threw it at his face.

Xi Zhikong rubbed the tip of his nose, opened the book to read, and muttered: "What is this..."

"Huang Wen." Jiang Yan said.

"You also write porn—" Xi Zhikong slapped his chest with the notebook in his hand after recalling it, "Jiang Yan! I said I was creating! Seriously creating!"

Jiang Yan walked back to a table, sat in his seat, took out homework and books one by one, and wrote lightly: "I failed the exam, and the teacher didn't listen to the paper. I sorted out your wrong questions for you." , see for yourself and do it again.”

"I didn't do it on purpose, I was too sleepy." Xi Zhikong was spinning the pen in his hand, flipping through the notebook Jiang Yan gave him with the other.

After watching for a few minutes, he turned around and asked Jiang Yan, "Jiang Yan, do you think I can be saved?"

Jiang Yan was concentrating on marking the key points in the political book. He put down his pen and raised his head when he heard a sudden remark that seemed to be about to wake him up: "What?"

"With my IQ, can I really learn mathematics well?" Xi Zhikong asked very sincerely, and Jiang Yan was a little moved.

He also asked sincerely: "Have you studied hard?"

Xi Zhikong turned around without answering, and turned back after a long while to thank him.

Jiang Yan stared at the back of his head for a while, lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled, got up to collect homework.