lame brain

Fang Weiming stroked the milk tea packaging cup that was still slightly warm. His palms were just sweating a little, but luckily it has disappeared a lot.

Fang Weiming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After he sat down in his seat, he put the milk tea in his hand on the upper right corner of the desk where the books were not placed. At this moment, two boys passed by his right hand, With a heartbeat, he stretched out his hand to protect the milk tea, and moved the milk tea into it in shock, then thought about it, then moved it to the middle, and then moved it... Finally, the cup was full The twists and turns of the milk tea sat in the center of the entire table, unbiased, right in the center.

Fang Weiming: "..."

He turned his blood-blue head, which had just recovered, still feeling something was wrong.

He simply got up with a straight face, picked up this precious cup of milk tea with rich commemorative significance, and transported it to his cabinet in the storage room in the northeast corner of the classroom. The cabinet used by squad leader Fang was empty. Suddenly put a cup of milk tea...

He locked the cabinet, took the key out and put it in his pocket.

Fang Weiming looked at the perfectly fitted cabinet, which was like a safe, and was satisfied.

He walked out of the small storage room with a blank expression, as if he had accomplished something important, Squad Leader Fang was very relieved. When he walked back to his seat, he accidentally met the person who was behind him and in the next row. Jiang Yeqing's face, he subconsciously moved his eyes down, and landed on the lunch box in his hand.

He is going to eat it!

Fang Weiming suppressed his inner excitement, his face looked a little colder than usual due to excessive restraint, he naturally didn't notice it, and continued to return to his seat.

Fang Weiming took out a stack of his homework that was neatly placed on his left hand side, and flipped through the first math workbook he had sorted out at that time, and began to write with a splash of water pen. The speed of the pen was amazing. Surprised, a girl sitting next to him took a peek, and then looked at the exercise book in which she ate a biscuit for dinner and wrote two questions for an hour, and began to doubt herself It is not the same exercise book as the monitor.

No one would have thought that Fang Weiming, who was brushing the questions at this moment, was still thinking about the memories of ten minutes ago.

"Hey squad leader, what's in your lunch box?"

Hearing the question from the person next to him, Fang Weiming looked at the lunch box that was temporarily held by his arms because he was holding the milk tea in both hands, and replaced it with one hand holding the small bag that covered the milk tea, and then took the lunch box in his other hand .

Fang Weiming turned his head to look at Jiang Yeqing, who was staring at the lunch box in his hand, and handed him the lunch box with a expressionless but nervous face.

So refreshing?

Even the nervous Jiang Yeqing was a little shocked at the moment. He took the lunch box and glanced at the milk tea Fang Weiming was carrying in his other hand.

I couldn't help admiring my own IQ, thinking: The method of hanging food with milk tea is really useful.

So he accepted it with peace of mind, looked at the white and blue lunch box with a cold style, and asked, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Ah."

Then I heard Squad Leader Fang answer coldly.

Jiang Yeqing: ...

He can even cook food. He glanced at the tall and tall squad leader next to him, who interpreted the word "male god" to the fullest, and he had a new evaluation of the strength of his rival in love. Kuai puffed up his chest in his heart again, thinking: What's the matter, he is still very good at eating, the family's number one gourmet who has been appraised by his mother!

So comforted until I sat in the classroom.

Jiang Yeqing's eyes were stabbed by Fang Weiming's indifferent figure he saw just now.

He glanced at the back of the person sitting straight in front of him who was still writing and writing, and thought that this person would actually throw the milk tea he gave him in the storage room—the trash can in the class is in the storage room. In the living room, Fang Weiming went in with a cup of milk tea and came out empty-handed after a while. Didn't he throw it into the trash can or put it in the cabinet to keep it until it gets moldy!Very angry!

Jiang Yeqing: No wonder I only watched him take two sips along the way, it seems that he doesn't like to drink... If you don't like to drink, why insist on accepting it!

He rubbed his head irritably, only feeling that his brain hurts. It seems that he will never understand the brain circuit of this kind of top student, well, he didn't want to understand it at first.

Jiang Yeqing panicked when he thought of the "cold" look of the squad leader when he came out of the storage room just now, and the "cold" back facing him now.

After rubbing his head twice, Jiang Yeqing suddenly had a second thought: Hey, he got angry with this rival in love more than once in the past few days, and he doesn't look like himself anymore.

So he put these thoughts aside first, and opened the lunch box with a sexually frigid style in his hand.

Zhao Fuyong, who was next to him, smelled the scent and leaned over his head, "Wow, boss, where did you get the little dessert!" He suddenly touched him with his elbow, and squeezed his eyes, "I see, is it a gift from a primary school girl? ?”

Jiang Yeqing moved a little away with the lunch box, and saw that there were six purple potato bean paste rolls in the lunch box. The color and smell made people move their fingers. His eyes lit up, but his mouth responded to him with disgust. "Not for you."

"Don't!" Zhao Fuyong propped up half of his cheeks, took a look at the lid of the lunch box, "Let me guess, such an abstinent lunch box must belong to an abstinent girl, and made such a beautiful little dessert... I know! It must be a goddess girl with a cold appearance but a gentle heart for the boss, right?"

Jiang Yeqing: What and what...

He glanced at the back over there, but the cold appearance is true, and he can make small desserts, maybe he is also a soft heart... Bah!What was he thinking about!Recalling the behavior of this "soft-hearted person" coldly throwing away his milk tea just now, the aggrieved mood floated up again. The extremely proud Second Young Master Jiang rarely gives things to others, can he not be aggrieved!Or to a wolf-hearted rival in love!It's better to feed the dog!

Thinking about it, Jiang Yeqing took a bite of the glutinous rice dumpling in the lunch box without regret, and was immediately overwhelmed by its soft texture—it was so sweet and delicious!

... No one knows that Jiang Erbao is still a sweet tooth. This point was brought out by Jiang's mother, because she likes to make small desserts from time to time when she is free. From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Erbao couldn't help herself In love with this stuff.

"Boss, that climax expression on your face makes me want to take a bite too!" Zhao Fuyong's voice came from beside him, and he said with a mournful face, "Boss, just let me take a bite, take a bite! Look at you before The milk tea you said you wanted to bring to me was rejected by you in the end. To be honest, I really didn’t go with you because of a temporary stomachache. In the end, the pain actually hurt the milk tea that was about to reach my mouth. Already!"

Jiang Yeqing finished the incomparably delicious little cutie in his hand in three or two mouthfuls. After thinking about it for a while, he rolled his eyes, "Who told you not to go."

"Boss, give me one, and take it as a way to comfort your sincere little brother as compensation for not being able to drink milk tea, okay?"

Jiang Yeqing, who picked up the second purple potato and bean paste roll, looked at his deskmate who was lying on the table, and thought silently that if he didn't give him one, this person would definitely make trouble for him until he didn't know when. His pissy Boss Jiang gave him one from between his teeth in disgust.

Six is ​​not enough...

Jiang Yeqing looked at the empty lunch box, feeling very melancholy in his heart, and looked at the owner of the lunch box who had been doing his homework upright... By the way, isn't it really tiring to keep upright all the time?He tried for a moment, then gave up quickly.During this period, he also found that during the short period of time when he was eating snacks, squad leader Fang had already done half of the pile of homework piled up on the table.

Before he was melancholy for a while, the voices in the class fell silent, and when he looked up, it was the head teacher.

It seems that tonight's evening self-study is the homeroom teacher sitting on the podium on duty. They have three evening self-study in the evening in high school. It is managed by the commission, and there is a special table for recording the names of those who do not obey the discipline.

Jiang Yeqing: Alright, I'm going to be nagging about a few things about my evening self-study again.

Sure enough, this fat head teacher who wears pair of eyes and likes to wear sullen pink is said to even drive a big red car. He was in a good mood after eating dessert for a long time. Jiang Yeqing It was also rare to hear it.

Leaving out a lot of nonsense, it is actually talking about rearranging seats at the beginning of school.

"... Do you understand? Well, that's all I want to say. This evening self-study class is over and I will line up in the corridor outside. I will arrange the seats before I get off work. Now do your homework well, how are you doing? ? Can you collect all my homework during class break?...Oh, if it’s too late, then you can continue to do it, and I’ll approve it when I collect it tomorrow.”

Qian Laoban looked at the black head that was scribbling and writing, and suddenly saw a face in his head that looked at him in a daze. He pushed the thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and recognized the student, " That...Jiang Yeqing, come out with me, the teacher has something to tell you."

A little crackling sound came out from below.

"What happened to Boss Jiang?"

"who knows……"

……

Jiang Yeqing:? ? ?

bother.

He pushed the homework to Zhao Fuyong, "Copy it for me." Regardless of the voice of the deskmate behind him, "Wait a minute, I didn't write it myself", he turned around and left.

The door of the classroom was closed behind him, and the chubby and conspicuous figure of Mr. Qian was waiting at the handrail in the corridor. As soon as he walked over and stood still, the head teacher gave him a sentence.

"Can you guess what the teacher told you?"

Jiang Yeqing: ...

Guess your sister!

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"This time your grades in the entrance test are not satisfactory. I believe you have seen it after the test papers were sent out. Did you not consolidate during the summer vacation? Your parents also called me and asked me to help you improve your grades. At least don't make it so ugly..."

Jiang Yeqing: Old class, you are taking it lightly. It is not ideal. He clearly handed in all the papers at that time.

Afterwards, he didn't bother to listen to a lot of Balabala's questions. He was only thinking that the old man and the others even found his class teacher. Are they finally going to start to settle his grades?

"...I see, your grades in the senior high school entrance examination are still good, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get into the fast class I take. Is it because you can't keep up after high school..."

Jiang Yeqing: Not in the old class, his high school entrance examination results are not so good, it is the old man who insisted on putting him in this class.

"So, the teacher wants to help you arrange a seatmate with excellent academic performance this time. I hope you have a good start in the second year of high school. When the time comes, the high school entrance examination will be a blockbuster, and Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang will be satisfied, okay? I want to ask you Do you have a friend with a better relationship and a more serious study attitude? The teacher can help you change."

He is the boss of the scumbag group, asking him to find a friend who is serious about studying, isn't it a joke, what is it? ...Jiang Yeqing thought about it, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. He really thought of one, and he said it faster than his brain.

【small theater】

Jiang Yeqing: (Before being at the same table with someone) That's great, I won't be afraid of not copying homework anymore, copying homework is so cool!Paradise on earth!Hahaha

Jiang Yeqing: (After being at the same table with someone) Damn, I really don't want to know how to solve this problem... What the hell is the formula, I don't know!What?I'm not allowed to "visit" this weekend? !Wait, wait, I'll learn!Can't I learn it!

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Do rivals have to kill each other?Yes, we can still fall in love (hey

There will be more base love~ there will be more sugar residue~ there will be cars and so on~