He's playing first grade again

On Friday afternoon, the senior three students of No. [-] Middle School began to study by themselves in the evening.

In early October, the weather in the north is getting colder, and the willow trees on both sides of the campus are beginning to lose their leaves.

Lin Jian bought two skewers of roasted gluten from outside the school gate, and walked in lazily.

As soon as he stepped into the school gate, he rang the preparatory bell for evening self-study. The cheerful tune of "The Blue Danube" by Johann Strauss Jr. made people feel very comfortable.

Through the transparent glass wall, the security guards in the security room watched helplessly as this big guy who no one dared to mess with went in with a bite of roasted gluten.

When the wind picked up the fallen leaves and formed a small vortex around his feet, he suddenly remembered that it was already October.

Lin Jian looked up at the sky that was gradually getting dark, the clouds were heavy and the air was cold.

He took a bite of the gluten roast and shook his head.

The sun is moving south again, the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer.

The long night is really hard.

Behind him, through a retractable door, Ning Xuan got out of the car.

Lin Jian glanced back and waited for him slowly.

When Ning Xuan walked past him indifferently, he suddenly said, "God of learning?"

Ning Xuan glanced at the black baseball cap on his head, and after being stopped, he couldn't help but slow down a few steps.

"You usually come this late?"

Ning Xuan said coldly: "I'm not late."

Lin Jian threw the bamboo stick in his hand into the trash can beside him, "Why don't I wait for you at this point from now on?"

"Wait for me...what's the matter?"

Lin Jian licked the wall of his cavity and let out a dumb laugh, he seemed to have found some fun.

The long night is long, just to tease the little apprentice.

"Yes." Lin Jian stood side by side with him, and chuckled, "Didn't you agree to help me with my homework? Just help me with my evening self-study."

Thinking of what happened that night, Ning Xuan's face was a little embarrassed, he frowned slightly, and subconsciously clenched the fingers hanging on both sides.

Sensing that Ning Xuan had started to remain silent again, Lin Jian took two steps faster than him, turned around, and while walking backwards, stared at his little apprentice, the lowered brim of his hat couldn't hide the sly teasing in his eyes, "Learning God? Xueshen, can you hear me? Do you want me to lean into your ear and say it again?"

Ning Xuan frowned, "Bring it to me before you go to self-study."

"Okay." Lin Jian bent his lips in satisfaction, "Then this skewer of roasted gluten will be given to you as a reward, write it down carefully."

little apprentice.

Ning Xuan stared at the string of roasted gluten, glanced coldly, "I don't want to eat it."

The wind at night blows away Ning Xuan's hairstyle, and the broken hair on his forehead flutters slightly, brushing between the eyebrows, and the white forehead can be swept under the ends of the hair.

Ning Xuan's face is unique because he has a high-level Korean face, full of indifference.

Lin Jian clicked his lips, the little apprentice is quite handsome.

"Lin Jian—"

Lin Jian was admiring Ning Xuan's beauty in this prosperous age, when there was a cracking sound in the wind.

He raised the brim of his hat a little, and squinted at Uncle Liu who was going up the stairs——Liu Senping.

His Mediterranean hair is very strange, it is bald, and the hair on both sides is sparse, but it is soft and slender. After Liu Senping's artificial interference, the hair on the left side circled the Mediterranean Sea, and finally covered the bare Mediterranean Sea.

It's just that the wind is a little rascal.

Blowing aside the wild grass in the Mediterranean Sea, those few hairs fluttered in the wind, and the bare scalp was shiny.

Lin Jian stuck his chin like Ning Xuan, couldn't help but sneered and said, "Look, Uncle Liu's appearance is very cool."

Ning Xuan glanced back.

Liu Senping didn't care about the mess, trotted forward, separated the two of them, and protected Ning Xuan like a baby, "What are you doing? Lin Jian, are you bullying again?"

Lin Jian: "???"

what have i done me?

The author has something to say: Tomorrow I will give you thick~long~