lame brain

Jiang Yeqing's two days have been really long like never before. He really wants to drag out the self-satisfied and witty self at that time.

To deal with his tablemate, who is as old-fashioned as a textbook on learning theology, you must bluntly say that you don't want to learn... because he won't understand if you make a detour!

Jiang Yeqing, who was stuffed with a lot of key points of knowledge, felt that he was going to become a fairy in the next second.

"By the way, boss, why haven't you seen your heroic appearance on the court these days?" A teammate of the basketball team wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm wearing a black wristband, and asked him, "Hey, isn't it? Are you picking up girls? Which one are you looking at?"

Jiang Yeqing: Fucking your sister's girl, which pot should not be picked up, all day long facing the sexually frigid face of the male public enemy at the same table, can he cheer up and go out for flirting!

"Addicted to study, can't extricate myself." He jumped up handsomely and shot a basketball with his hand. Jiang Yeqing patted the shoulder of the buddy next to him who began to doubt his hearing when he heard this sentence, "Study hard, the monthly exam is coming soon. It’s too late, the young don’t work hard, the boss is just sad.” After leaving these words, he picked up the clothes under the basketball hoop and left, his back was very chic, as if he was going to learn the battlefield.

teammate:"???"

He looked at the surrounding teammates and murmured, "Hey, tell me, has Boss Jiang taken the wrong medicine recently?"

The equally shocked teammates nodded in unison.

This exam always comes in a blink of an eye, and naturally it goes in a blink of an eye.

"The monthly exam is going to be tomorrow. The eighth activity class is still the same. Let's line up the seats so that we don't take up everyone's review time in the evening self-study." Qian Laoban raised his voice on the edge of the podium and said, " Let's get moving, arrange the seats first, and then we will do a general cleaning in a while, make it clean, otherwise the students who were assigned to take the exam in our class saw that our classroom was so dirty, and they were smoked back It's our fault..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and when they finished laughing, they got up to arrange their positions, and the classroom was full of the sound of seats moving.

Several class committees maintain order, and then guide how to arrange the exam positions at the head of the queue.

"Squad leader, do you have a copy of the schedule?" Qian Laoban walked to Fang Weiming and asked him.

"Yes." Fang Weiming nodded.

"Okay, you will arrange it later, and we will also send a few people to clean the cleaning area outside." Seeing him nodding, Qian Laoban knew that he was always reliable, so he went back to the office in peace.

Seeing that everyone in the classroom has probably lined up their seats, Fang Weiming stood in front and said, "Everyone empty out the desks, keep some materials necessary for review in the past few days, and move other books and everything to the storage room. , and wipe your own table by the way, I will arrange everyone's cleaning tasks later."

When they were all busy, he planned to go down and move the books he had tidied up to the cabinet in the storage room. As soon as he got back to his seat, he saw Jiang Yeqing cleaning all the books in his desk They came out and piled up in a pile, ready to be released.

Fang Weiming: ...

"Don't you leave some books for review?" He couldn't help asking.

Jiang Yeqing held the book and turned his head, and saw that it was the face of the male god at the same table that he was almost used to seeing. He didn't put the book down, so he replied, "What kind of revision do you want? Don't you just sleep to make up for it before the exam?" Energetic, you can use your fullest state to take the exam afterward. Reviewing before the exam is all cramming, labor and management don't bother to do that!"

Fang Weiming: "..."

Fang Weiming: Huh?Why even he was almost persuaded by this person...

Before he could think of a good rebuttal with his lame head when he met this person, Jiang Yeqing had already left with all his books in his arms.

Fang Weiming: ...There still seems to be something wrong?

Many people crowded into the storage room at this time, and it was tightly blocked. Those with books in their hands couldn't get in, and those with books in them couldn't get out. Jiang Yeqing took advantage of his natural advantage of being tall and big. They insisted on making a way over there, and when the "opened ways" looked up to see Boss Jiang's fierce face, they dared not speak out, but there were a few girls who were very witty and took Jiang Yeqing's light, Following him all the way in, he successfully put the deadly heavy book that he had been holding in his hands for a long time into the cabinet.

After Jiang Yeqing put the book down, he patted his dust-free hands twice, and went out very easily.

It was also thanks to him, who did not take an unusual path, that he broke the predicament of the heavy traffic jam here, and the crowd finally moved.

Jiang Yeqing went out and walked back to his seat, just in time to see Fang Weiming, who was supposed to put the book behind him, was still on the seat at this time, probably because he saw so many people retreating temporarily.

Wise choice.

Jiang Yeqing took a look at this god of learning who looked much thinner than himself. His IQ, which had been crushed for a whole week, was now happy, and he felt a very strong sense of superiority.

With this sense of superiority, he sat down on the seat and said to him, "Hey, at the same table, do you want me to help you put the books? Which cabinet do you have?"

Fang Weiming, who was wiping the table with a napkin, didn't raise his head when he heard this sentence, and in Jiang Yeqing's view, he refused very coldly, "No need."

Jiang Yeqing: ...Hmph!I just asked and didn't say whether I would like to help you release it!

Inexplicably kind-hearted and poured cold water because of the indifferent attitude of the tablemate, Jiang Yeqing felt heartbroken again as he touched the heart with a few wisps of smoke curling up.

"Let me wipe it for you."

Jiang Yeqing was still making up his mind to ignore his tablemate who pretended to be cold and cold this time, so the tablemate came over without winking, and sprayed his table with the cleaning fluid in his hand, Jiang Yeqing At first he wanted to refuse, but when he saw Fang Weiming's serious profile from a close distance, he shrank for no reason.

Jiang Yeqing's heart: Forget it, since you are flattering me so much, I'd better take care of you, poor little one.

Naturally, Fang Weiming didn't know that Jiang Yeqing's mental journey was so rich that his motor nerves were more developed. The dirty table on which the water dripped was cleared.

The heart of obsessive-compulsive disorder and slight cleanliness was finally satisfied.

After all the tasks were assigned, it was a vigorous cleaning.

Fang Weiming stared at the large feather duster carried by the head teacher who was going back and forth, and stood in the middle of the back of the classroom, lost in thought.

The school committee girl next to her saw the troubles of the male god, and felt that the painting style of this behemoth was too inconsistent with the male god, "Squad leader, don't move, call a rougher and taller man to brush, after all, it needs to be enough for the ceiling." It’s a blind spot,” she turned her head and patted another man who was on the school committee like her, “Hey, Tang Jing, call Boss Jiang over here, hurry up!”

Tang Jing didn't dare to refute the face of the female ticket who had just confirmed the relationship, so he bite the bullet and shouted to the front of the classroom, "Jiang Yeqing! The monitor asked you to come and dust the ceiling!"

He saw Boss Jiang, who was wiping the ceiling, turned his head when he heard his shout, picked his ear with the other hand without the blackboard eraser, and looked towards him with a frown. His face was almost hidden in the shadows. He was no different from a king of Hades. Thinking of the "great achievements" of the first brother in the school that he had heard about, his heart shivered, and he couldn't help closing his eyes at the girlfriend who was not beautiful but was extremely cute in his eyes.

Who wanted to wait but didn't wait for a long time for the fists and kicks that came to him. Tang Jing opened his eyes and saw the face of Hades passing by, without even glancing at him from the corner of his eyes.

Instead, the little girlfriend next to him patted the back of his head and rolled his eyes, "It's useless!"

Tang Jing didn't dare to refute her, so he responded.

"Which side do you want to dust?"

Jiang Yeqing took the large feather duster and turned to ask him. Fang Weiming was taken aback for a moment, and calmly pointed to the dead corner of the ceiling in front, "That corner." Seeing him go up with the duster, he added another sentence , "Dust carefully, try to stick the dirty cobwebs on the duster." Then he checked to see if the back door was closed before slipping back from under his raised hand.

Jiang Yeqing stared at him, and muttered, "Like an old lady, with a lot of shit." But he was very strong and held a big duster like a Qinglong Yanyue knife, and he was very comfortable.

Soon, a group of people gathered around to watch him juggle the knife, and they followed the two of them around the classroom like a group of chicks.

"Since when did the squad leader get along with Boss Jiang so well?"

"Nonsense! Which one of us Pooh doesn't like!"

"It's probably cultivated after being at the same table for a long time."

……

"Only the squad leader ordered him to move him. Don't you think the squad leader is like commanding a loyal dog?"

The melon-eating crowd listened to this sentence, and all looked up at the scene where Fang Weiming stretched out his right hand and pointed at the place, and then Jiang Yeqing went straight to the target with his "Qinglong Yanyue Knife".

Everyone fell silent.

Once again, the lofty admiration for their squad leader rose in my heart.

After finishing cleaning, Mr. Qian was very satisfied when he went around for a while. He asked the monitor and the disciplinary committee to maintain discipline, and left again.

Seeing his disappearance, Jiang Yeqing lay down and glanced at the side from the corner of his eye, and found that he was holding some wrong book, and he was writing with a black pen, as if he could do it without thinking. I'm writing.

Jiang Yeqing stretched his waist, and purposely tapped his arm that had been raised for a long time to brush the ceiling under his nose, even though he didn't feel tired at all.

Fang Weiming was still motionless except for the hand holding the pen, his back was so straight that he wanted to award him the "straightest back in the class" award on the spot.

Jiang Yeqing hammered foolishly for a long time. Seeing that he hadn't expressed anything, he was so angry that he galloped past like a thousand mad dogs: "I helped him do such a thing and made him so tired, but he didn't express at all." !

He was sulking for a long time on his own, and suddenly realized that he finally found the correct way to communicate with his deskmate.

Jiang Yeqing directly poked his arm with the pen covered with the cap, "Hey, at the same table." Sure enough, Fang Weiming stopped writing, turned his head slightly to indicate that he was listening, and he continued to speak with satisfaction, very, very directly , without any detours, "What dessert is for self-study tonight?"

Fang Weiming thought for a while, "Little cookie."

Jiang Yeqing's eyes lit up, thinking of the biscuits one bite at a time, his mouth was about to flow out, and he kept saying, "Ok, ok, ok!", as if he was about to add two bites, um, probably still More than two bites.

Jiang Yeqing's heart: Having a deskmate who can make small desserts and copy homework for him is like heaven.

He looked at the two books that Fang Weiming turned sideways and handed him, and added a sentence without love: If he didn't seriously urge him to indulge in studying, his great career would be more perfect.

Due to the exam tomorrow, the school was given a holiday after evening self-study, and he went back in the car that his brother came to pick him up.

As soon as I got home, I was welcomed by my mother. I couldn't help but ate the small cookies at the same table one by one in the evening self-study, and because the person sitting on the podium was the same table, I ate it extra recklessly and did not fear being caught. Remembering the name, Jiang Yeqing took a shower full of wine and food, and almost collapsed on the bed, and even handed him the wrong question book that he didn't want to bring but was forced to stuff it into his schoolbag because of the guilty eyes of his deskmate. Pulled out.

Mother Jiang saw this scene when she opened the door and came in. She wiped her eyes, went back, closed the door and entered again, only to confirm that she had indeed seen Jiang Erbao reading a book. She was flattered and smiled happily He walked over quickly, and didn't dampen his rare enthusiasm, but just said, "Erbao, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

"You can burn whatever you want." Jiang Yeqing turned over, "Also, how many times have I told you, Mom, don't call me Er Bao!"

What I got was the same sentence as before, "Okay, okay, Erbao." He will never be able to do anything about this mother, so he has no choice but to admit it.

"Then mom will cook Chinese food for you tomorrow."

Jiang Yeqing nodded perfunctorily, and muttered in his heart, there are professional chefs who don't have to do it by themselves, they really love to hone their cooking skills... Hey, when he thinks about cooking skills, he unconsciously abducts him to sit at the same table, and suddenly stops Mother Jiang, who was about to leave the house, said, "I want to eat purple potato and bean paste rolls."

"Purple potato bean paste roll? Erbao, why do you suddenly want to eat this?..."

"..."

Panicked, Jiang Yeqing drove away the questioning mother, put the wrong question book in his hand on the bedside table, tossed and turned in bed all night, barely fell asleep when it was almost dawn, and did Had a strange dream.

【journal】

(The names of a large list of desserts, as well as the production methods and strange notes that were obviously copied.)

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Small butter cookies (three stars and a half, reason: one bite is convenient for the person to eat, but because it is too convenient, the person is often caught stealing, especially on the eve of the monthly exam, which seriously damages his review concentration, and is too easy to get full belly, feed carefully at night.)

Dried Mango (Four stars, reason: the person doesn't like mangoes, but can accept dried mangoes/emphasis symbols, medium lunch box size, just finished eating.)

Purple Potato Bean Paste Roll (six stars, reason: the first dessert that person ate, very commemorative/emphasis symbol.)

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Squad leader Fang who keeps a diary seriously is no different from the key points of the notes_(:з」∠)_