Xueba is cold and lustful

Wen Tingyun originally wanted to ask more questions, but Su Jishi had already passed her upstairs with a cold and dull face, took a deep breath, Wen Tingyun comforted himself, this is his own son , and she couldn't beat her. After she calmed down for a while, she still couldn't help complaining to Su Wenyan, "Look at your son, if I were a little hooligan, I would want to beat him."

Su Wenyan turned a page of the newspaper very calmly, opened his mouth and echoed, "That little rascal probably has the same mentality as you."

Wen Tingyun raised her beautiful eyes and stared at him, then suddenly felt a little sad again, "Old Su, who do you think our son's character is like?"

As a well-known gold agent in the entertainment industry and a talented student who graduated from a prestigious school, Wen Tingyun felt that her communication skills were very good, and it could be said that she had a high EQ and IQ. , modest, refined and humorous, both of them couldn't understand why such a strong combination of genes like them would give birth to a nerdy son who was cold, dull and only learned.

This question reached Su Wenyan's heart. He put down the newspaper, thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head, "I don't know, it's just our own."

Wen Tingyun: ".......Oh, let's do it."

No. [-] Middle School is a well-known century-old school in City A. It not only has a strict school spirit, but also has a high enrollment rate. Therefore, many parents are overwhelmed and want their children to go to school. Good students have more right to speak, so basically every year the top students in the provincial college entrance examination are in No. [-] Middle School, but there are exceptions to everything. As the saying goes, no matter how good a school is, there will be scumbags and campus bullies. In No. [-] Middle School, Chi Xingle is the exception who sits firmly in the top positions of underachiever and school bully and can still enter the top class, because his father donated three teaching buildings and two libraries to No. [-] Middle School.

Early in the morning, when other students were going to the flag-raising platform, Chi Xingle strolled to his small nest as usual, an abandoned teaching building behind the Duxing Building. It has been three weeks since the second semester of the third year of senior high school, and he has never been to class once. They were all sleeping or playing games in this teaching building. When You Yiqi followed Zhou Jiacuo, he saw Chi Xingle sitting on a desk by the window with his long legs propped up, drowsy, with his arms in his hands. The phone inside almost fell to the ground, but fortunately You Yiqi quickly caught it.

"Boss, this is the latest Guoguo mobile phone. If you have money, don't waste it like that." You Yiqi hugged the mobile phone like an old mother who almost saw her child fall to her death just now. Thank you so much. When I put it on the desk, I pushed it to the innermost side, for fear that it would fall off again when the wind blows.

Chi Xingle rubbed his sleepy eyes, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes glowed with tiredness, he lay on the window sill, and yawned with a sleepy look, "Oh, it's not my fault, this game is so good. I'm just too sleepy."

Zhou Jiacuo put the transparent plastic bag containing the steamed buns on the desk, looked carefully at Chi Xingle's face, and found that there were light dark circles under his eyes, which were not very heavy, but because his skin was too fair, So it seemed very obvious, so I asked, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Chi Xingle paused for a moment when he bit the steamed bun, then grabbed his hair a little irritably, and finally couldn't help but said, "The woman called a large group of friends to come last night, and a group of them played mahjong At three o'clock in the morning, I was almost killed by the noise, how could I sleep."

Zhou Jiacuo grew up with Chi Xingle, so he naturally knew who the woman he was talking about was. He sighed and asked, "Aren't you going to tell your dad?"

Chi Xingle sneered, and didn't know whether he was laughing at Zhou Jiacuo's words or himself, "Forget it, in my father's eyes, I'm just an unlearned and incompetent little hooligan who caused trouble when I was young, and harmed me when I grew up. Society, when she cries twice, not only will my dad not blame her, but he will help her scold me instead, so I won't make myself feel guilty."

You Yiqi was stunned when he heard it from the side, "Why is your stepmother so vicious? Boss, why don't we find a dark and windy moon night and drag her into the alley with a sack and beat her up."

Chi Xingle raised his thin and wide eyelids and looked at him like a fool, "As soon as she gets up, she will immediately call the police and find someone to arrest me, without even thinking about who it is, you are so smart."

You Yiqi blushed when he was praised, and lowered his head shyly, "Where is that?"

Chi Xingle really wanted to throw the steamed bun on You Yiqi's face, scald him to wake him up, but fortunately Zhou Jiacuo held him down tightly, the three of them were arguing, and the campus The broadcast sounded, and the serious and old-fashioned voice of Lao Huang, the third-year teaching director, came out along the current. Usually, when it came to this small nest, there was basically no sound, but today he seemed to be very angry, and even raised the volume several times,

"Next, I will read out a circular to criticize. Chi Xingle from Class [-] of the third year has been absent from class for two weeks without reason. After the flag raising is over, immediately go to the grade group office to find me, otherwise he will be expelled from school! Did you hear me?"

Lao Huang was obviously very angry, the last four words were like shouting directly at Chi Xingle, after the broadcast, You Yiqi was still a little confused, "Boss, the Chi Xingle that Lao Huang said is Don't you? Or is there someone with the same name and surname as you in our school?"

Now not only Lian Chi Xingle, but also Zhou Jiacuo looked at him like a fool, "Chi Xingle, Class [-], Senior Three, do you think there is another Chi Xingle in Class [-]?"

Only then did You Yiqi come to his senses, showing a very shocked expression, "Oh my god! Boss, you missed class."

Seeing that Chi Xingle's half-eaten steamed bun was about to be thrown over, You Yiqi explained while looking for something to block it: "No, boss, I mean that Lao Huang actually knew that you were absent from class, it's too him Mom was shocked."

After his explanation, Chi Xingle resisted the urge to wake him up with steamed buns.

But You Yiqi is stupid, and sometimes the words still hit the point, Zhou Jiacuo frowned, and then looked up at Chi Xingle, "Brother Le, isn't the disciplinary committee member of the first class Meng Jia? Meng Jia, It’s impossible to write your name on it.”

Chi Xingle finished eating the bag of steamed buns, then stood up with his mobile phone, pushed up the hair that covered his brows, and said, "Go and ask if you can see it."

After the flag-raising ceremony, the students lined up to go back to the classroom. Because there were still 10 minutes before the first class, Meng Jia stood at the same table in the corridor and talked with her about the plot of the TV series she watched last night. After patting her, before she could turn her head back, her deskmate stared at her back with wide eyes, a layer of pink rose on her cheeks, "Le, Brother Le."

As soon as Meng Jia turned her head, she saw Chi Xingle's fair skin exposed by the two-buttoned school uniform collar, and immediately felt her nose bleed, and she moved her gaze upwards, and seeing his overly beautiful eyebrows, she became even more excited. Holding his nose and taking a step back, he said in a trembling voice, "Good morning, Mr. Le, what can you do?"

Chi Xingle bent down slightly, looked at her with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Did you hear the thing that Lao Huang reported to criticize me in the morning? Why did you hand in my name, eh?"

His slightly rising tail tone sounded a bit sullen. Although it was just a normal speaking tone, it still sounded very seductive. Meng Jia thought that a Chinese and American school bully really lived up to his reputation. Drooling, he said with great difficulty: "Master Le, have you forgotten? I was dismissed by Lao Huang because I protected you too many times when I just started school."

Lao Huang is not only the dean, but also the head teacher of class one. He had always wanted to catch Chi Xingle, a bad student who blatantly violated school rules and regulations, but there was no evidence.

Chi Xingle thought for a while, and seemed to recall something, "Then who is the disciplinary committee now?"

"A transfer student." Meng Jia raised her hand and pointed to the person sitting by the window at the last table in the fourth row of the classroom. "That's the one. He just transferred here in the second semester of senior year."

Chi Xingle looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that the new disciplinary committee member was lowering his head to write a question. He looked very slender and straight, with a straight back, and a good-looking side profile. His skin was fair and clear. He was wearing an ordinary high school uniform He looked very upright and eye-catching, with an indescribable sense of dignity. The sun made a small arc on his black hair, but it didn't make him seem warm, but rather cold.

As if feeling something, the new disciplinary committee member also looked up and looked at each other. Chi Xingle's beautiful peach blossom eyes and pupils shrank suddenly. Was it the student who was accidentally injured in Xiaowuxiang, who was so Zhang Yan that he was as good as [-] million students?Chi Xingle felt that the corners of his well-healed mouth began to ache again.

The bully-faced student Su Jishi gave him a cold look, then turned his head back and continued writing the questions.

Chi Xingle gave a soft "tsk" and asked Meng Jia, "What is his grade?"

There will be a small test every two weeks, because Su Jishi's strength is too strong, so Meng Jia remembers it very clearly, "First in grade, No. 2 scores a few points, full marks in mathematics and English, 145 in Chinese , Li Zong 293, it's scary."

Chi Xingle was slightly taken aback, and then gave a low "tsk", and glanced at Su Jishi, who had a handsome side profile but a cold expression, "You really are a fucking schoolmaster."

Meng Jia corrected him in a low voice, "Master Le, he is not a master of learning, but a god of learning. He can directly become a god. His single subject scores are more than your seven subjects combined."

When Chi Xingle glanced at Su Ji again, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this new disciplinary committee member was really an eyesore.