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Jiang Cheng felt that Old Xu was quite responsible, but he really didn't want to say anything, and he didn't know how to say it, and even if he said it, because he was the one who made a move with a single word, he had to explain why it happened like this , There are too many things that need to be said at the same time, and he doesn't want to face it at all.

Compared to this, he would rather recite the punishment in a calm manner, but he feels a little sorry for Lao Xu who is so anxious about his students.

Old Xu spent half a class time earnestly convincing him with reason, and Jiang Cheng felt that Old Xu's tears were about to come down, so he didn't ask anything from him in the end, so he had to let him go back to the classroom.

When I walked downstairs, the slob from class 5 happened to go to the infirmary to get some medicine and also came over.

It doesn't feel like the injury is too serious, there are more scrapes and bruises, and the most miserable thing is... swollen.

Jiang Cheng kept hitting him with his right hand, so his left eye was swollen until there was only a slit left, and his left cheek was also swollen, looking a little crooked.

When he saw Jiang Cheng, one and one fifth of his eyes almost burst into flames.

Jiang Cheng stopped in his tracks, and stood two or three meters away from the stairs, not going any further.

"What!" Qiao Cao spat on the ground, "Didn't you just be quite arrogant! Are you scared now?"

Jiang Cheng didn't make a sound.

Qiang Cao glared at him for another two and two-fifths of a time, and went upstairs cursing. Jiang Cheng didn't enter the corridor until he heard his voice fade away, and went up the stairs slowly.

Old Lu probably didn't attend this class. When Jiang Cheng entered the classroom, he was standing on the podium and cursing, and the ceiling was so shaken that powder fell from it.

"The hero is back!" Seeing him, Lao Lu immediately pointed the whip over, "Jiang Cheng, I'll give you a suggestion!"

Jiang Cheng turned to look at him.

"You go and write a thesis, on how to rush across the two groups to the corridor and avoid being injured in the fight!" Lao Lu roared, "I'll help you print it out and post it in the classroom!"

"... Oh." Jiang Cheng responded with some helplessness, returned to his seat and sat down.

"I'm not talking about you," Lao Lu's pointer fluttered on the podium, pointing to the right and left, "One by one! You look like a human being when you sleep! As long as you open your eyes, it's a pile of shit! I haven't seen you all day You guys do something that doesn't stink! Parents are so exhausted that they let you shitty bastards come to school to fool around..."

"Have you gone to the teaching office?" Gu Fei lowered his head and asked while playing with his phone.

"No." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Then I guess we'll catch them together after school." Gu Fei said.

Gu Fei was quite experienced. When the last class was over for a few minutes, the dean, Lao Xu, and the head teacher of Class 5 blocked the corridor entrance together.

All the ones who participated in the fight were taken out and taken to the teaching office.

The dean scolded at first, and after the scolding was over, he asked to explain the motive of the fight. The group of people couldn't explain it, anyway, it was because someone beat them up.

In the end, the dean's target was locked on Jiang Cheng and Qiao Cao.

"He said you beat him," the dean looked at Jiang Cheng, "Why?"

"Yes, there must be a reason for this," Old Xu said immediately, "Jiang Cheng's grades are among the top ten in key high schools..."

"Teacher Xu, I know he is a top student," the dean interrupted Old Xu, "You wait until I finish asking."

Old Xu shut up.

But Jiang Cheng never spoke.

When the dean was about to get angry, Wang Xu raised his hand: "I know."

"Say," the dean glanced at him, "I've never seen you behave like this in class, and you even raised your hand."

"He ran to the door of our class and cursed at people," Wang Xu said, "What did you say 'Chengcheng, Chengcheng, I'll fuck your mother', anyone who heard it would be angry, and he had a weird tone..."

"What did you say!" Qian Cao yelled as soon as he heard it, "When did I curse!"

"I scolded you during self-study early," Wang Xu glared at him, "otherwise a school bully will beat you up? You owe it."

"Fuck!" Qiao Cao was so angry that he opened his left eye, "I..."

"Listen, Director!" Wang Xu got excited, "Listen, you're still swearing here! The early self-study swearing was louder than this, we all heard it, why don't we go out to fight together! We're not very good at ordinary times , but we have a collective sense of honor!"

"Yes! We all heard it!" The group of people from Class 8 who were brought here all echoed.

"I heard a fart!" Qian Cao blushed, looking at the people in his class, "Did you hear that!"

"No! No swearing at all!" Class 5 also huddled together.

"Of course you can't hear it," Gu Fei stood at the back leaning against his desk, "It's a shift away, and he scolded Jiang Cheng next to him."

"Gu Fei!" Qiao Cao pointed at Gu Fei and remained silent for a long time.

"They must have heard you when you shouted later." Gu Fei smiled.

"Okay." The dean glared at Gu Fei.

Gu Fei took out his phone and played with his head down.

The facts are already clear, Qian Cao scolded people and was beaten, which triggered a fight between the two classes. Although Qian Cao tried his best to protest, the dean still felt that there was no problem with this fact.

As long as there is a fight in a school like No. [-] Middle School, no one is innocent.

The next thing was that the two class teachers argued hard, pushing the fault on the other class. Lao Xu argued as if he had no aura in class, but he couldn't stop him from talking endlessly. The other class teacher was a female teacher. , raised his head several times but couldn't get into the conversation, and finally waved his hand: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, Mr. Xu's eloquence is really a waste of talent as a teacher."

"Accept." Old Xu nodded politely.

"Okay, okay, there's no need to argue." The dean also looked tired.

The final result was that each person who participated in the fight wrote a review of no less than 800 words, cleaned the school's two toilets for a week, and Jiang Cheng and Qian Cao, who took the lead, had to go on stage to read the review to the whole school during the Monday morning meeting, and A warning.

As soon as they heard that they were going to be punished, Lao Xu and the head teacher of Class 5 became anxious at the same time.

"Director, I don't think this matter is serious enough to require punishment," said the head teacher of Class 5, "Besides, according to the injury, our class..."

"Yes!" Old Xu said loudly.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to see Lao Lu possessing him.

But in the next sentence, Old Xu changed back to himself: "They are all teenagers, and it is normal to be a little impulsive. As an educator and leader, we cannot treat them with this one-size-fits-all punishment. What effect can a punishment play? It is nothing more than a record in their files. This method only reduces the workload of our educators. I do not agree with this method. I think we should use our Love and care, our patience and…”

"Ms. Xu, Mr. Xu, old Xu," the dean stretched out Erkang's hand with a painful face, and the other hand was almost covering his chest, "I see, I understand your good intentions..."

"As educators, we must feel powerless in the face of so many children, but this is the profession we choose..." Old Xu didn't mean to stop, "Who is not impulsive at this age, you Look, we are classmates, when you were in high school..."

"Xu Qicai!" The dean shouted, "I said I got it!"

Jiang Cheng was originally in a low mood, but now he didn't know why he suddenly became in a good mood. Old Xu's words were quite funny, but he still felt touched. To meet such a teacher in a lifetime is considered a kind of luck, although Because of his low emotional intelligence, Lao Xu has never found the correct posture to communicate with students...

But he really wants to laugh now, he must not be the only one who has this kind of thought, he has already heard a few unrepressed laughter from Wang Xu.

"Okay," the dean drank two big sips of water, "I will not punish you for the time being, but you have to observe. If there is any violation of discipline during this semester, you will be punished superimposedly. It is not a warning, but a demerit directly."

"Report," Gu Fei said at the end, "Why do I have to write a review?"

"Didn't you fight!" The dean smashed the cup on the table.

Jiang Cheng felt that he was about to reach his limit.

"No," Gu Fei said, "I'm fighting."

"I asked him to fight." Old Xu nodded and said.

"You hit me!" Qiao Cao roared, almost jumping.

"Who saw it?" Gu Fei narrowed his eyes and scanned the faces of a group of people, "Who saw me hitting you?"

He was so angry that his hands trembled a little, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"Why did you come here without fighting!" the dean yelled at Gu Fei.

"You brought me here." Gu Fei said.

"...you write the self-criticism," said the dean, "you just write that you were late this week and climbed over the wall and got caught by me again! Go on stage and read together!"

Coming out of the teaching office, the air pressure of the two classes was quite low. Lao Xu escorted them out of the school gate to the carport, trying to educate them a few more words, but failed to speak.

Because a group of people squatted in the carport and laughed so hard that they couldn't stop.

Jiang Cheng still wanted to laugh when he was sitting in the steamed bun, so he had to open the window a crack and blow some wind to clear his head.

"Are we going to drive this car to Ding Zhuxin's place?" He asked after driving for a while.

"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "How convenient."

"Hey, I just want to ask, this car is driven by an old man, and you, a young man, drive it, so the police don't care?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Whatever, you take it as your place," Gu Fei said, "If you really stop me, I will say that I will send a car to my grandfather. What's the matter?"

"Can your grandpa know how to drive?" Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

"I don't know, it's been a long time since I died." Gu Fei said.

"Ah." Jiang Cheng paused and didn't speak again.

"Suicide." Gu Fei stopped the car and waited for the red light, leaning on the back of the chair and said in a calm tone, "drinking pesticide."

"Why?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.

"Because I have a bastard son," Gu Fei was silent for a while after finishing speaking, and after the green light turned on, he drove half a block before he said again, "There are too many fucking people in this world. , you haven’t encountered it before.”

Jiang Cheng looked at his back and didn't make a sound.

"Don't think too much," Gu Fei said, "It will be much easier to live like a bystander."

"Ah." Jiang Cheng responded and closed his eyes.

Today Ding Zhuxin is not in the studio, only a little girl is busy tidying up the pile of clothes.

"Sister Xin's assistant, Xiao Lu." Gu Fei introduced, "This is Jiang Cheng, today's model."

"So handsome... Oh, my name is Lucia, and he simplified it for me because he couldn't read well," Xiaolu smiled, and then pointed to the two rows of clothes on the shelf, "Today's clothes are all ready, and I'll give you the clothes in a while." make up."

When Xiaolu was putting on makeup for Jiang Cheng, he glanced at today's clothes out of the corner of his eye. He felt that they were almost the same as yesterday's. They were all mage styles, or they were beggars, but they were not all knitting. Part of it is burlap...begging is more like begging.

But if Jiang Cheng is willing to wear these, at least he won't let the wind come from all sides.

"Okay, actually you don't need to change it much." Xiaolu took two steps back and looked at him, "This face should be very photogenic, the outline is very clear."

"You talk a lot," Gu Fei poked his head out of the back room with the camera in hand, "Okay, change your clothes quickly, you'll be exhausted from taking pictures every day until night."

"Okay," Xiao Lu clapped her hands, "I will work hard for you from now on. I'm going to the warehouse. If someone calls here, please help me and tell them to call my cell phone."

"Okay." Gu Fei nodded.

Jiang Cheng waited for Xiaolu to leave before he went to the shelf to look around, trying to pick out a set that would please his eyes.

"You have to take pictures," Gu Fei leaned against the door, "You have to wear it first and then wear it."

"...I know." Jiang Cheng had no choice but to take a set casually.

Gu Fei turned around and went back to the back room. He studied it a bit, and found that this set is quite multi-layered, not bad, and warm.

I just don't know why the clothes designed by Ding Zhuxin can't tell the difference between men and women, or they all look like fucking women's clothes.

This set has a pair of loose linen trousers, but the upper body is a loose long top. After wearing it, I feel that I should hold a string of rosary beads in my hand.

"Well," Gu Fei raised his eyebrows when he saw him walk in, "This set is not bad."

"Don't force me to complain about your aesthetics." Jiang Cheng stood in front of a pile of lights that had already been turned on. With yesterday's shooting, he no longer has the embarrassment of not knowing where to put his hands when standing here. .

"Just take a few steps casually, turn around, look back," Gu Fei raised the camera to face him, "It doesn't matter if you smile or not."

Jiang Cheng tossed back and forth in front of his camera a few times: "Is it okay?"

"Great," Gu Fei said, "If you get another close-up of your face, you can change your clothes."

"Why is there a close-up of the face?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"You have a little injury on your lip... You can't miss it, right?" Gu Fei asked.

"I found it," Jiang Cheng said, "What does it have to do with the close-up of the face?"

"It's very exciting," Gu Fei pressed the shutter, "Okay, let's go change clothes."

"No." Jiang Cheng didn't move, "Why?"

"I took a personal photo," Gu Fei said, "Didn't I take a photo of you before?"

"...Okay." Jiang Cheng walked out. He had been in a lot of confusion this morning, so he didn't bother to worry about it now.

He took another set from the shelf. He couldn't see what the hell was on the upper body, but the lower body was still a pair of pants anyway, so he put the pants on first.

After I put it on, I was a little speechless. This is a pair of pants that are not ninety-seven.

But now he can almost figure out Ding Zhuxin's style, anyway, what he can't understand is barefoot.

just clothes...

"Gu Fei," Jiang Cheng came in with a rough hemp thing, shirtless and wearing a pair of cropped trousers underneath, "You two are young, explain to me what this thing is for?"

"Huh?" Gu Fei put down the camera, and glanced at Jiang Cheng's body. Jiang Cheng's figure is indeed good, especially the scar on his rib...

Jiang Cheng shook the things in his hands away: "Is this the raw material? It hasn't been processed?"

Gu Fei looked at the large rectangular piece of burlap in front of him and laughed: "I see, give it to me."

Jiang Cheng threw the cloth to him, and he took it and gathered it up, forming a strip, then put it on Jiang Cheng's shoulder, and wrapped it around twice.

"Fuck me?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, "Is this a scarf?"

"...No, but you can understand it this way." Gu Fei pulled the cloth back and forth for a long time, making the whole thing look like it was going around randomly.

"Someone bought this thing and I ate it." Jiang Cheng said.

"This is not necessarily for sale, it's just a display of the design concept." Gu Fei took two steps back, "Okay, it's very sexy."

"I feel like if I move, it will fall off." Jiang Cheng stiffened his arms, holding the cloth on his arms, "I can't move anymore."

"Just run in front of me, don't care if it falls or not." Gu Fei raised the camera.

Jiang Cheng moved towards the set like a robot. Although the movements were funny, his smooth and strong back was still very beautiful. Gu Fei pressed the shutter.

Click.

"Are you sick?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head, and didn't look back, probably because he was afraid that the cloth would fall if he moved too much, "Is this also a private filming?"

"Yes, I didn't take pictures of your face again." Gu Fei said.

"Why are you as virtuous as Wang Xu?" Jiang Cheng stood up.

"If I shoot you, you will be more handsome," Gu Fei said, "When he shoots you, it's all supported by your face."

"...Hurry up! It's about to drop!" Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say.

"Run." Gu Fei said.

With his upper body stiffened, Jiang Cheng fled in front of the camera.

"Is it okay?" He turned his head to look at Gu Fei, and the cloth on his body fell to the ground very smoothly.

Gu Fei held the camera and looked at him without speaking.

"Okay, I get it," Jiang Cheng sighed, "Isn't it a little..."

"You just ran like a chicken." Gu Fei said.

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng was a little annoyed, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Have you ever seen a chicken run?" Gu Fei said, "It doesn't move its head."

Jiang Cheng stared at him, squatted down after a few seconds, and smiled at the ground: "Fuck, I won't shoot this set."

"It's piecework," Gu Fei said with a smile, "be more dedicated."

He had no choice but to stand up again: "Okay, try to run like a chicken for a while."

Gu Fei came over and picked up the sackcloth on the ground, and wrapped it around him again.

I don't know if it was because he was shirtless, but when Gu Fei approached, he felt Gu Fei's breath on his shoulders... This feeling made his heart beat faster.

Breathing and sweeping the face, sweeping the ears, will not have such an obvious sense of ambiguity. The shoulders are the parts that will not be exposed in this season, and they are psychologically hidden.

He felt a little uncomfortable, but he gritted his teeth and didn't move, and he didn't speak, because he could feel that Gu Fei was very careful, and when he pulled the piece of cloth, he didn't touch him at all.

He didn't want to make himself appear too hypocritical and sensitive in Gu Fei's eyes.

"Okay," Gu Fei looked at it, "running over here, just in time to take a picture of the scar."

"What kind of hobby is taking pictures of scars?" Jiang Cheng said.

"A person who has gone through many vicissitudes..." Gu Fei raised his camera, "Little monk."

Just as Jiang Cheng wanted to speak, he yelled again: "Run!"

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to run towards the opposite side, because he didn't want to run a third time, so this time he ran very recklessly, halfway he felt the cloth slipping off his body, but he didn't care, and took a few big steps. ran to the opposite side.

Looking back, the piece of cloth fell in the middle.

Gu Fei looked at the camera screen: "That's great."

Among the few snapped photos, there is one that leaps into the air, with stretched legs, and the "scarf" on the body is in a half-slip state, which feels very good.

"Can I change it?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"One more static one." Gu Fei thought for a while, and pointed to the single sofa behind, "Sit there, just wrap the cloth around casually, and throw away the excess."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng sat down.

"Put your arms on the armrests on both sides, relax, the lazier the better," Gu Fei looked at him from the camera, "put your legs on the other leg."

"I never cross my legs," Jiang Cheng raised his legs, "Is that so?"

"Don't do this, bitch," Gu Fei said, "The calf and ankle are braced."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng crossed his legs as he said, then leaned back on the sofa, throwing his head back, "Is that okay?"

After Gu Fei pressed the shutter, he held the camera up for a long time without moving.

"Are you done?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Okay," Gu Fei put down the camera, "Can I fix this one and post it on Moments?"

"Ah?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, he knew that Gu Fei often posted photos, including Er Miao, scenery, and many portraits, including people he knew and did not know.

"There's also the one just now," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Is that okay?"

"Ah, okay." Jiang Cheng nodded, and asked after thinking about it, "Do you often take pictures of people to make money?"

"Not often," Gu Fei said, "for a long time."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little emotional. This photo shoot was the first time in his life to make money. Last year, Pan Zhila went to distribute leaflets saying to experience life, but he didn't go, "You are awesome."

"Fart," Gu Fei replied simply, "My family has a lot of money, but relying on that store is really not enough. Gu Miao still needs to take medicine."

"Is your mother...not going to work?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"She's too busy, she wants to fall in love," Gu Fei smiled, "She hasn't been to work since my father died."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak. This was the first time he heard Gu Fei mention his father's death, and it really was.

That's...how did he die?

He remembered Li Baoguo's words, although he didn't believe it, but...he couldn't ask, unless one day Gu Fei was willing to speak out, just like he did to his own affairs.

It was time to change a set of clothes, Jiang Cheng went out, quickly changed into the next set and came in.

Gu Fei glanced at it, and suddenly felt like laughing, he really didn't know what Ding Zhuxin was thinking about.

"Crazy primitive?" Jiang Cheng turned around helplessly, then took out something from the back of his waist and shook it, "It is equipped with a slingshot? Didn't I say, this slingshot is a defective product, sure if you shoot it It's crooked."

"Really," this outfit couldn't bear Jiang Cheng's figure and face, Gu Fei couldn't hold back, put down the camera and laughed for a long time, "Then use yours."

As soon as these words were spoken, both he and Jiang Cheng fell silent at the same time.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of the water dispenser spitting out bubbles was like thunder.

Gu Fei had a feeling.

I want to hang up.

The author has something to say:

Vomit!This is the end.The author, who watched the excitement and was not afraid of big things, said coldly.

It’s said that black hair sauce has ears again. Didn’t you realize that it not only has a mouth and ears, but it also has hands ——“.The high-quality author who can only drink black coffee because he forgot to add milk and sugar and is too lazy to stand up again said again.

What is my name o(≧mouth≦)o!The black-haired elf bristled and shouted loudly.