Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Class 11 won the championship of the sophomore basketball game through arduous fighting!

The students cheered and rushed to the five players on the field, and some people shouted: "Celebrate the championship! Let's have a dinner!"

"Okay! What's for dinner? How about some pizza?"

"Or BBQ?"

"No restaurant can accommodate so many people in the class, how about takeaway?!"

A group of people swarmed to the center of the basketball court, chatting in a hurry.

It wasn't until the old Liang who had just jumped up at the excited place, his eyes still red at this moment, suddenly changed his face, and picked up the referee's horn next to him and said loudly:

"Hey hey, what are you talking about? The monthly exam is two days away! Take it easy! What kind of dinner are you having together?! Ah?!"

The students who were in high spirits were poured down by a basin of cold water, and they all booed loudly.

Lao Liang acted as if he wasn't the one jumping up and down just now, pointing his fingers at the classmates with a stern face: "Shhh? Why do you give me what you should do! If you want to relax, wait until after the monthly exam. It's time for self-study." Self-study, it’s time to go home, ah!”

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people had just experienced a wonderful reversal and won a victory. It was either blood or magma that surged in their veins.

Lao Liang's words were a fire extinguisher, and they couldn't extinguish everyone's enthusiasm. Instead, they aroused a huge sigh in unison.

Old Liang remained unmoved:

"Let me tell you, if you don't do well in the monthly exam this time, you will have to miss a few periods of physical education in the future! You have to weigh it yourself! It's very happy to win the championship, but let's look forward when we are happy, do you understand the rules and regulations? ?”

A group of students looked at Lao Liang's unquestionable expression, and finally decided that he could not change his mind, and all of them felt a little resentful.

Hong Chuanglei made a sad expression: "Isn't it Lao Liang? So cruel? Is this how our champion team is treated?"

"That's the treatment. If you are the champions in the monthly exam, not only will you have a dinner together, but I will also treat you."

There are more than 60 people in their class, even if it is to buy Malatang, it costs more than 1000 yuan to go out.

But if Class 11 really has the ability to get the first place in the whole grade in the average test, then Lao Liang is probably willing to give them all the bonus.

——Unfortunately, it's impossible.

After Lao Liang's tight and cold water operation, the noisy and happy champion class had to give up the dinner plan with a sigh.

Now, after Lao Liang slapped him, he added a sweet date:

"Then what - there is no dinner party, but we can buy a drink to celebrate together. Class committee, swipe my card and buy drinks for everyone at the canteen."

"Huh."

Jian Ze'an couldn't help sighing: "Old Liang is so rich!"

Drinks should cost 3 yuan, right? Everyone in Class 11 got a bottle, and the 200 yuan was gone.

When Lao Liang heard his voice, he turned his head and glanced at him angrily: "I don't know what you guys are thinking? We don't allow dinner parties, and if you don't even compensate you with drinks, you're going to talk about me in private again, right? "

Jian Ze'an scratched his head, and together with the group of people next to him, they all showed innocent smiles, each of them looked more respectful and innocent than the other.

Old Liang was overjoyed.

Waving his hand: "Okay, go back to work and take a break. The players who played the ball and cheered, everyone's voices are hoarse, let's calm down for a while. Then what should everyone do after drinking."

"Hey——" Lao Liang's "sweet dates" are still quite useful, and a group of people in class 11 finally smiled again and obediently agreed.

Jian Ze'an drank the drink invited by Lao Liang, and accepted the rainbow farts from the whole class in turn - some talked endlessly, from tactics to the last "fighting spirit that seemed to be burning from the eyes", and some just didn't know what to say. Those who can slap the table and repeatedly shout "Brother An is awesome"-then pack up their schoolbags and go home.

When he walked out of the school gate, he glanced at it. Before he could find his own car, he accidentally found another familiar car.

The back seat of the low-key and luxurious Maybach opened, and Cheng Zichen stepped out to meet him.

"You haven't left yet?" Jian Ze'an was a little surprised.

They played a basketball game after school, and then won the victory. It took another 20 minutes for everyone to have fun on the playground and take pictures. Of course, they also chatted when they got back to work and drank drinks together. This took another half an hour.

Except for those who stayed for self-study, the other classes had already left.

Cheng Zichen hadn't left yet.

"Waiting for you. After playing, I saw you were busy celebrating with the classmates in the class. I probably couldn't see me. I came out and waited." The boy laughed, "I played very well, and the last ball exploded."

"Wow." Jian Ze'an showed an exaggerated expression on purpose, "That doesn't sound like a word you would use."

"It's because you play so handsomely, I don't even know how to describe it."

"It's so exaggerated that it can make you Cheng Shen surpass your language ability. How handsome am I?" Jian Ze'an chuckled, talking about the exaggeration of the other party, but couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

But he felt strange again: "Why is your throat rustling?"

"Calling your name."

"Cut." Jian Ze'an rolled his eyes, "Do you think I believe it?"

How could Cheng Zichen do such a desperate and image-damaging thing?

Sometimes Jian Ze'an suspects that he is the embodiment of reason.

Cheng Zichen smiled lightly and shook his head.

—He was telling the truth.

At that time, the boy was in the center of the venue, the focus of thousands of eyes.

The goddess of victory crowned him, and he was the hero who decided the game.

The audience cheered for him, and he jumped high and fisted to the sky, his smile was brighter than the stars.

Cheng Zichen, like those students in Class [-], shouted his name almost from the bottom of his heart, as if everything except his name had been blurred.

He can only shout like this, and he knows that his voice can't even reach the boy's ears.

——He is among ten thousand people, see him among ten thousand people.

After shouting, Cheng Zichen realized how hoarse his voice was.

He coughed twice to clear his throat, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the stunned expressions of a class of students who also came to watch the battle.

Cheng Zichen almost watched helplessly as the cold image of the "God of Learning" erected on the altar in the other party's eyes shattered into pieces.

He was simply helpless.

Even if he has good grades, even if he usually feels that there are few things that can make him lose his temper...

That doesn't mean he can stay calm forever.

And Jian Ze'an can definitely constitute a reason for him not to be calm.

Now, even Jian Ze'an himself said so.

Cheng Zichen sighed, and suddenly leaned over and hugged the boy in front of him: "I didn't lie to you, I thought——if you shouted louder, you could hear me cheering you on?"

Jian Ze'an smelled the light pine and cypress fragrance on his body.

The other party's words made him feel embarrassed: "I didn't hear it."

"I know. There were too many people back then, so it's strange that you could hear me." Cheng Zichen put his arm around the boy's back, and rubbed his still-drenched hair with the other hand

Jian Ze'an hurriedly turned his head away, and also retreated from Cheng Zichen's embrace, touching his nose uncomfortably: "I'm covered in sweat."

"It's okay." Cheng Zichen didn't show any disgust at all, and rubbed it again, "A championship gift for you?"

"What?" Jian Ze'an's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard the gift.

Cheng Zichen took out a notebook from the schoolbag behind his back: "I've sorted out the key question types for each subject for you, do it hard in the past two days, and get a boost in the monthly exam."

Jian Ze'an's face collapsed: "Do you really think this thing is suitable as a championship gift?"

Whoever gets it will be happy!

Cheng Zichen laughed: "After much deliberation, this is the most practical thing I can think of for you now."

"Oh, actually, I also know. But, reason is one thing, and mood is another." Jian Ze'an made a strange face, reached out to take the thick notebook, and opened it for a look.

It uses different colors to mark different subjects, different difficulties, and different possibilities of taking the test. It is clear and the logic diagram is particularly clear.

Jian Ze'an could tell at a glance that the people who made it put a lot of effort into it.

He froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Fa Xiao on the opposite side: "How long did it take you to prepare this?"

"Not long." Cheng Zichen said lightly, "It was prepared in my free time last week."

"..."

The other party said this, but it is necessary to sort out all the key points that have been said since the beginning of the school, and divide them into levels. Even for a god of learning, this is by no means an easy job.

Jian Ze'an's heart was full, and at this moment, he suddenly felt the feeling of the other party's sentence "I don't know how to describe it".

There are thousands of emotions, but in the end, I just squeezed out a dry sentence: "Thank you."

He also felt that this seemed too perfunctory, unable to express his inner feelings, so he had to repeat, staring into the other person's eyes and saying seriously: "Thank you very much, Zichen."

Cheng Zichen patted him on the shoulder, and then grabbed the young man's slightly thin shoulder: "You are welcome with me. I am also looking forward to the results of my teaching in the past month."

He looked into Jian Ze'an's eyes with a smile: "You won't let me down, will you, Ze'an?"

"will not."

Jian Ze'an clenched the notebook in his hand, raised a smile, and said seriously.

The author has something to say: Hey, today's second update is very short...