The transfer boss was teased by the school grass

Xia Yi'an and Jian Shuai stood outside the crowd and heard the discussions in the crowd.

Jian Shuai squeezed his clenched hands tightly, and secretly turned to look at Xia Yi'an.The person in front of him was expressionless and calm.

"I've listened too much to what other people say, so I don't care about it." Xia Yi'an squeezed Jian Shuai's hand, "You're so careful."

"Wouldn't it be better to be careful with you? Be careful to prove that I care" Jian Shuai took Xia Yi'an to the dormitory, first took the medicine and then went for the injection.

Xia Yi'an smiled and said nothing.

The sudden competition arrangement disrupted many plans.Such as basketball games, such as Jian Shuai's birthday...

The two comforted themselves that it was okay, it was okay, 40 days, less than two months, passed quickly.

At the same time, I counted with my fingers, 40 days, nearly a thousand hours, more than 400 classes, so long.

A little bit of consolation is that Xia Yi'an can come back after three days off on National Day.

But these three days have already been fully scheduled, two days to install the monitoring system for Long Yanda Company, and one day, Xia Yi'an plans to take Jian Shuai to meet Yang's father and Yang's mother.

For the first time, Jian Shuai experienced what it was like to be reluctant to be alone.

Obviously, he was doing the same thing as before, but he felt that there was some other meaning in this matter, and wanted to be more grand.

Xia Yi'an doted on him, he could do whatever he wanted, and he could do whatever he wanted with him.

The next morning, Class 8 was very lively in the classroom.The short-lived excitement after the announcement of the test results.

This time, class 8 did well in the exam, and 10 of the top 4 entered.Xia Yi'an remembered that he was exempted from the exam, and the average score of class 8 was still the first in the grade.

When the two walked into the classroom together, they looked from all directions, and the classroom was quiet for a few seconds.

These are two people who bring their own topics.

It was Xia Yi'an's first application for exemption from the exam, but he still took the time to take the exam in comprehensive science, with full marks, the undisputed overlord.

Not long after Jian Shuai arrived, he entered the top ten in his grade, ranking first in mathematics and English.

Also, Jian Shuai got 0 points for his Chinese composition. It is said that the style of writing is wrong, and all 60 points for his composition will be deducted.

Jian Shuai and Xia Yi'an walked to the last row one after the other.

Xia Yi'an took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, took a box of milk from the schoolbag and handed it to Jian Shuai.

"hot?"

"Well, I soaked it in hot water." Xia Yi'an turned around and hung his schoolbag behind the chair, and took out an English book from the corner of the desk to memorize it.

With a milk straw in his mouth, Jian Shuai blinked at Xia Yi'an, then leaned into his ear and said, "Brother An, your wrist still hurts."

Xia Yi'an lowered his eyes to read the words, curled his mouth, grabbed Jian Shuai's left hand, put it on his lap, and gently rubbed his wrist.

Last night, the two of them were late again, and Jian Shuai yelled that his arms hurt and his hands hurt when he was lying down.

Xia Yi'an held him in his arms and rubbed him from his shoulders to his fingertips. He didn't close his eyes until Jian Shuai fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey! Do you two have to treat me this time? You have covered the topic of the exam this time." Feng Hui came a little later, and before class, he dragged a chair and came over to chat with the two of them.

Jian Shuai put his left hand on his boyfriend's leg to enjoy the massage, and turned the pen with his right hand, staring at the Chinese materials and reciting ancient Chinese.Startled by Feng Hui who suddenly approached him, he turned to look at Feng Hui, "Ah? What?"

"You two treat me, this exam is so good!"

"Please, please, I'm afraid you won't be free." Jian Shuai smiled and pointed to Lin Xiaoxiao in the front row.

"There is still time to have dinner with my buddies." Feng Hui chuckled.

"Okay, make an appointment..."

"Jian Shuai, come to my office!" Chinese teacher Yang shouted from the door of the classroom.

"Okay, Teacher Yang." Jian Shuai agreed, then turned to Feng Hui and said, "You can arrange the meal with Brother An, and I can do it."

Xia Yi'an squeezed his palm, tapped his fingers twice on the back of his hand, and let go of his hand.

Before Jian Shuai stood up, he leaned into Xia Yi'an's ear and said, "Brother An, I have a gift for you, just wait!"

Xia Yi'an looked up at Jian Shuai's back, a smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother An, brother Shuai, continue the topic just now, and treat you." Feng Hui looked at the two of them as if no one else was there, and he was no longer surprised.

"You decide, I'll pay." Xia Yi'an replied.

"Go to XY? Brother An."

"...?"

"If you don't want to, forget it. If Shuai is here, I won't mention it."

"Don't avoid him for my business." Xia Yi'an closed the English book and put it on the corner of the table, "Why did you mention XY all of a sudden?"

"Hey, I haven't told you all this time. Yanzi has come to me many times and asked us to go to XY to get together and tell us something."

"Huizi, do you mean to exclude Jian Shuai from this party?" Xia Yi'an frowned, since he wanted a treat for the two of them, and Jian Shuai agreed, why did XY appear again?

"...Swallow also called Jian Shuai. I was mainly afraid that he would mind, so I didn't want to go." Feng Hui nodded, and felt that his words were a bit contradictory.

"...He won't mind." Xia Yi'an reclined the chair, spread his arms and rested his head on the back of his head, "You ask him about this, he has the final say."

"Huizi, I'll go out for a closed training camp next week, for a month, please take care of Jian Shuai if there is anything else," Xia Yi'an specifically told Feng Hui, "Don't get hurt in the basketball game."

"Brother An..."

"Ok?"

"Are you… serious?"

"Yeah!" Xia Yi'an didn't even think about it, he propped his long legs on the ground, and the chair leaned back against the desk with a "snap", nodding his head in affirmation.

"Okay, if there's anything I need to say to my buddy." Feng Hui leaned over and patted Xia Yi'an's desk, "Just as long as you two are happy."

The language group office is very large, divided into blue and white lattice rooms, and about 10 Chinese teachers in the second grade of high school all work here.

"Teacher Yang!" Jian Shuai entered the office and found Teacher Yang's desk first, and stood by the desk to greet him politely.

"Jian Shuai, move a stool and sit here." Teacher Yang said to Jian Shuai while sitting in front of the desk.

"No, Teacher Yang, I can just stand up." Very conscious of the students.

"Hey, this is Shuai Jian?" The teacher sitting behind Teacher Yang poked his head out, "Dark horse! Even if you only write half of the composition this time, as long as you don't miss the mark, you will be the first in the grade!"

"Yes, what a pity, Xia Yi'an finally applied for exemption from the exam this time." Another teacher stood up and tapped himself on the back with a small mallet.

This sentence made Jian Shuai think about it for a while, because Xia Yi'an didn't take the exam, so other people had a chance to compete for the first place.

All right!Originally, Jian Shuai didn't like to hear these words.However, because the person who has occupied the top spot for a long time is my boyfriend, pride and complacency overwhelm other emotions.

"You can't say that, Jian Shuai is also very capable, as can be seen from this exam." Teacher Yang flipped through the stack of papers with a smile. Both of them are his students, and the teacher who is an excellent student is also very happy.

"Come on, take a look at this unlucky Chinese paper." Teacher Yang pulled out a test paper and put it on the table next to Jian Shuai.

The roll surface is clean and tidy, the handwriting is elegant and stylish, and the beginning of the roll is scored with a dazzling 80 points. 150 papers, 80 points failed.

Jian Shuai picked up the test paper and read it, frowning, wondering, "No way, my Chinese score is considered top-notch if I'm confident, why is it only 80 points?"

3 points will be deducted for positive and objective questions.

Jian Shuai turned over the paper and read it. 5 points were deducted for reading two modern texts, and 2 points were deducted for reading ancient texts.Until here, the examination paper in Jian Shuai's hands can be regarded as a nearly perfect answer paper.

The problem lies in the composition, 60 points, all deducted.

Jian Shuai furrowed his eyebrows tightly and bit his lower lip. The essay requires about 800 words, but he wrote 1200. How could he deduct 60 points?Can't figure it out.

"Come on, Jian Shuai, talk to the teacher about the experience of seeing this very special score." The teacher always prefers students who are smart and hardworking.

Although Jian Shuai's Chinese score hit a new low in class 8, Teacher Yang didn't criticize him too much, but was a little curious. Jian Shuai didn't see the obvious requirement of the composition topic.

There is no limit to the genre of the composition, except poetry and prose.

Jian Shuai wrote an essay. Although the idea and style of writing are very good, but the style is wrong. If the style is wrong, the points will be deducted.

"Teacher Yang, I really didn't see it," Jian Shuai curled his index finger and rubbed the tip of his nose, "It was fine to not write poetry before, why can't you write prose?"

"The teacher who produced the paper just wanted to see how many people didn't take the questions seriously." Teacher Yang opened the drawer, took out a magazine-like book and handed it to Jian Shuai, "I didn't expect to get you out of the test."

"What is this?" Jian Shuai took the magazine, with four large cursive characters "July Wind" on the cover, a high school magazine.

"Look at the catalog, there is your article."

Yesterday was the last day for the school magazine to publish a new sample draft. Mr. Yang is the deputy editor of the school magazine.

The editor, Kuhaha, came to her and said that the Window of Literature and Art was short of one draft, and that the quality of the few manuscripts in hand was a bit poor, and she couldn't correct them.

At that time, deputy editor-in-chief Yang was holding a cup of freshly brewed chrysanthemum tea, admiring Jian Shuai's masterpiece "This Summer, I Picked a Star".

The title was a hit, and it touched the heart of Mr. Yang, a literary and artistic young woman.

She prefers the ending of the essay to the title:

Maybe I am also a star. I passed by another star when I was revolving and rotating. I looked at him and summoned up the courage to say hello.So that star pierced the sky, crossed light years, and stayed by my side, and I picked him!

The chrysanthemum tea was too weak. Teacher Yang asked another teacher for some rock sugar, threw it into a glass, and took another sip. It was slightly sweet.

She recommended this article to the editor of the school magazine on the spot, because the meaning was right, the style was right, the number of words was right, and it was suitable everywhere.

The sample draft was delivered last night, and the effect is very good. It should be the best article in this issue.

The author indicates that Class 8 ([-]) of Senior High School is Jian Shuai.

Jian Shuai found his name and was overjoyed. He didn't expect it to be published in the school magazine, which made him look like a gift.

"Jian Shuai, the teacher likes your article very much," Teacher Yang said, "If you didn't score in the exam, it doesn't mean that the article is bad. Next time you will carefully review the questions, the teacher trusts you."

"I won't make this mistake again next time." Jian Shuai flipped through the school magazine page by page and asked, "Mr. Yang, is this a sample magazine?"

"Yes, the sample issue. I can publish the final draft after reviewing it here. I have to check for typos or something."

"Can you give me this sample magazine?" Jian Shuai asked.

"Okay, I've already finished the review, so take it if you want." Teacher Yang said, "Oh, by the way, do you want to leave your real name or a pseudonym, and many people on the school magazine left a pseudonym."

"Can I still leave a pen name? Then I'll leave a pen name too," Jian Shuai put the test paper into the school magazine, bowed his head and thought for two seconds, "Let's call it Sa, Sa Shuang Sa."

"Sa? One word?" Teacher Yang wrote it down in his notebook, "Why did you choose this pseudonym?"

"For no reason, I suddenly thought of it." Jian Shuai blinked.

Sa, SA, the initials of Shuai and An.

Where did it come to me suddenly? It obviously contained a lot of thoughts, and it was harder to guess than the second reading comprehension on the Chinese test paper.

"Let's go to the classroom. Class is about to start." Teacher Yang stood up, holding the paper in one hand and the thermos cup in the other, and walked to the classroom with Jian Shuai.

"Brother An...a gift for you." Jian Shuai sat on the seat, leaned over, and put the school magazine in front of Xia Yi'an, "I missed you for a while during the exam."

"I want to deduct 60 points for a while." Xia Yi'an first took out the Chinese paper in the school magazine to read, "Don't think about it next time."

The author has something to say: Harm, I didn’t think so when I read the text before, but I found it so difficult when I wrote it myself!After writing the lyrics, I have to write a small essay in the examination room, my head is bald!

Thank you for reading the text, little ones, refill!