Where are the scumbags? [Quick Transmigration]

Xia Xi answered honestly: "I accidentally fell asleep this morning..."

Maybe it was because of being too tired last night. Xia Xi slept very deeply. When he opened his eyes, it was already a quarter past seven. Follow him and get punished for being late.

Zhan Ji naturally wanted him to sleep for a few more minutes and was reluctant to call, and even planned to ask for leave for him because he was worried about his injuries.Wang Li also saw a trace of haggardness from Xia Xi's pale face, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell, are you okay?"

The difference in attitude is simply not too obvious!Zheng Yang and a few other latecomers couldn't help complaining in their hearts when they saw it, but the person who was treated preferentially was his family Xiaoxi. Not only was Zheng Yang not jealous, but he felt extremely proud.

Jing Xi is Wang Li's favorite student, so naturally he was reluctant to let him stand for punishment, and seeing that there were too many latecomers, it would be too conspicuous for six or seven people to stand outside the classroom for a whole morning, so he shortened the time: "All of you are punished to stand until the first class." One class is in class, remember not to be an example, if you are late again, you will be criticized."

"Xiaoxi, thanks to you," Zheng Yang said with a smile after Wang Li left, "otherwise I would have stood under the sun until noon. I was accidentally poured by that dead boy Ah Xing last night." Two cups, my head is still a little dizzy..."

As he spoke, he habitually put his arms around Xia Xi's shoulders, but before he could touch them, he was firmly stopped by a hand.

I don't know where the opponent got so much strength, Zheng Yang couldn't move even though he tried hard, he raised his eyes and saw that it was the war plan that he had disliked before, and suddenly became angry: "What are you doing?"

Zhan Ji still has that cold face that looks fierce when he doesn't smile: "His right shoulder is injured, so you can't touch it."

"Jing Xiaoxi, are you injured?" Zheng Yang's attention was immediately attracted by the word "injured", and he asked Xia Xi repeatedly: "How did you get injured? Is it serious?"

"I'm fine," Xia Xi hurriedly shook his head, "I just accidentally fell."

"Class starts in 15 minutes..." Another boy who was late looked at the clock hanging on the classroom wall through the window, "I don't know what class is today."

The people next to me heard this and thought of it, so they couldn't help but took out their schoolbags to look for the timetable, trying to recall while searching: "...the first class seems to be Chinese..."

"Tomorrow's first class is Chinese." The class schedule was sent out together with the book. Xia Xi read it yesterday and corrected him softly, "This morning is physics, politics, mathematics, English, and this afternoon is Chinese, cultural, and biological geography. Since it's Monday, There will be a class meeting in the evening.”

In fact, everyone has read the schedule yesterday, but no one remembers it. A top student is a top student, and the gap can be seen from the subtleties. Several people expressed their admiration from the bottom of their hearts: "Jing Xi, you are so good. You can remember it so clearly just by looking at it, you can never forget it!"

There were two girls who were late this time, one of them secretly glanced at Xia Xi with a blushing face, and the other complained, "It's over, the first section is actually physics, and my scalp tingles when I hear these two words." ..."

Although Zheng Yang has decided to choose science for the next semester's arts and sciences department, he is also not too interested in physics, or the whole class is not interested in anything except Jing Xi who grew up together, he said lazily : "I still have to listen to the physics class, what if I understand it?"

The class bell rang, and the teacher walked into the classroom on time with the book under his arm.

The physics teacher is middle-aged, he speaks powerfully, and he speaks very fast in the lectures. He writes formulas on the blackboard in a fluttering manner. The students in the audience can basically be divided into three types, one is resonance The empathy type is not only easy to understand but also interacts with the teacher; the second is the half-knowledge type, who can barely understand a little bit, but is unable to keep up with it; the last is the self-defeating type, who can’t understand anyway , just don't listen.

Xia Xi was the first type, Zheng Yang basically belonged to the last type, and Zhan Ji, who was placed on the side of the last aisle because he was too tall, could see Xia Xi in the fifth row opposite the aisle when he looked up.He looks good when he is listening to the class seriously, with his left hand propping his chin on the edge of the table, and his right hand holding a pen. Most of the time he is reading with his eyelids downcast, and only occasionally looks up at the blackboard and writes calculations.The whole person has an elegant and quiet taste, just like a painting, which makes people feel like they have come to the ancient and ink-scented study hall a hundred years ago, and makes Zhan Ji unable to look back after seeing it, almost uncontrollably stunned He stared blankly until he got up and walked to the podium.

Every time the teacher asks someone to go to the blackboard to answer questions, it will cause the whole class to be nervous. They are afraid that their names will be called. They are relieved when they hear the word 'Jingxi'. Jingxi is the national treasure of their class. , he doesn't have to worry at all, there is no problem he can't solve.

Xia Xi had learned all subjects such as physics, chemistry and life when he was abroad, and they were much more difficult than the current high school courses. Coupled with the assistance of 027, Xia Xi quickly sorted out his ideas for answering the questions, and stood in front of the blackboard to finish the calculations. , the handwriting is even better than the teacher's, strong and free and easy.

The following politics were very strange to Xia Xi, but luckily they were all just things to test memory.During the break between classes, Zheng Yang touched Xia Xi, but this time he didn't dare to touch his injured right shoulder, "Are you hungry? Come with me to the canteen in front of the teaching building to buy food. I'll get up." I was in a hurry and didn't have time to eat breakfast..."

Xia Xi shook his head, "I'm not hungry, I've eaten."

Naturally, he ate with Zhan Ji in the morning. Thinking of Zhan Ji's ability to cook breakfast and his porridge cooking skills, he looked in the direction of the back row, only to find that Zhan Ji's seat was empty again at some point.

So Zheng Yang sent another person to run errands with his rich and powerful posture, and said: "Then accompany me to the toilet."

"Master Zheng," Zheng Yang's tablemate finally couldn't help laughing and said, "You really are, do you know that many girls have disliked you for a long time?"

Zheng Yang raised his eyebrows disapprovingly: "Why?"

"You pester Jingxi all the time and take up all his spare time. Those girls who like Jingxi may even want to kill you."

On the contrary, Zheng Yang was very proud. He got up and walked around Xia Xi's body and hugged him intimately, "Haha, Jing Xiaoxi is mine, so let them cry."

But soon it was his turn to cry. In the physical education class the next day, when the physical education teacher asked the whole class to practice in groups, Zheng Yang saw Xia Xi pass him and walk towards someone else, who was still the one he hated the most. war hope.

Xia Xi had just turned around by accident and saw that the whole class had formed a big circle on the playground, only Zhan Ji was standing outside the circle, his lonely figure made him feel inexplicably tense, and he left involuntarily. past.

In fact, everyone didn't want to exclude Zhan Ji, on the contrary, many girls even had a crush on this tall and handsome transfer student.The students at that time were still very simple, and they were still in the stage of being infatuated with the cold-faced cool guys like Rukawa Kaede and Young and Dangerous Boy. Was despised by some girls.It's just that Zhan Ji's aura looks too cold, no one dares to approach rashly.

"Zhan Ji!"

The youth's unchanging clear voice reached his ears, Zhan Ji then felt a gust of breeze on his face, looked up and saw Xia Xi running up to him with the ball in his arms, and said with a smile, "Let's practice as a team."

Zhan Ji saw that Xia Xi didn't move for a long time, and his expression didn't change. Xia Xi took the initiative to ask while hitting the ball: "Well, I passed the ball?"

Unexpectedly, Zhan Ji still didn't move, and there was no response, Xia Xi frowned slightly: "Don't you want to?"

He didn't know how good-looking he was smiling in the sun, which made Zhan Ji unable to move for a while, and he didn't know that when he frowned, he felt inexplicably flustered.Zhan Ji finally said: "...you have injuries."

Hearing this, Xia Xi loosened his eyebrows and smiled again: "That injury is fine," and then imitated the passing movement taught by the teacher just now and threw the ball at him, "Catch the ball!"

Zhan Ji still didn't move, and the ball rolled past his feet, Xia Xi frowned subconsciously, "I mean you..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was slowly silenced because of the look in his eyes.Because this look is too similar to Jiang Zhanwei's, and what Xia Xi can't bear the most is Jiang Zhanwei staring at him in such a silent way, it always makes Xia Xi feel like he has bullied him, so he can only sigh and walk over: " "What the hell do you mean?"

The soft tone of complaint gave people the illusion of being coquettish, Zhan Ji froze all over, and finally choked out a complete sentence: "Your injury is not healed yet, so you are not suitable for playing."

Xia Xi continued to sigh: "Okay. Then don't you fight?"

Zhan Ji shook his head, "Not interested."

"By the way, why didn't you go to evening self-study last night?" In yesterday's class meeting, Xia Xi was elected as a class cadre again with a high number of votes almost passed by the whole class, and he needed to record the list of absentees for evening self-study: "I didn't remember your name yesterday, but you can't skip class tonight.

Zhan Ji pursed his lips noncommittally, Xia Xi asked, "Are you listening to me?"

"I have something to do tonight."

"What is it?"

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"Hey, it's wrong for you to do this." Jiang Zhanwei's identity already has the capital to ignore other people, but Zhanji still has a long way to go, and this character will suffer sooner or later. Xia Xi couldn't help but say a few words: "We at least It's a classmate, even if you don't want to talk to others, you have to respond, and your expression is really too cold, you won't lose a piece of meat when you smile, but you can quickly shorten the distance with others."

As he spoke, he couldn't help reaching out and pushing the corner of his mouth up, "Smile, okay?"

Zhan Ji's whole body froze again, his attention was completely attracted by the other's two soft hands touching his cheeks, he fixedly stared at Xia Xi without blinking for a moment, this wolf cub-like eyes made Xia Xi feel a little dizzy憷.

"Well, I didn't do it on purpose..." Thinking that he was angry because someone touched him, Xia Xi apologized straightforwardly. Shangfang, "At worst, I'll let you touch it back."

Zhan Ji was completely stiff, the boy's soft cheeks were like delicate flower petals, he didn't dare to breathe at the moment he touched them, and then he retracted his hand immediately as if it was so hot.This move was mistaken by Xia Xi as dislike, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a ball slammed straight at him.

It was Zheng Yang with a sullen face who couldn't help but want to give Zhan Ji a blow. He almost used all his strength and was full of momentum, but unexpectedly Zhan Ji reacted very quickly and firmly caught it. He gave Zheng Yang a cold look, and then stretched out his hand towards the basket. As soon as the basket was thrown, there was a bang, and it was a standard three-pointer.

"Beautiful!" Even though someone blew the whistle and even Xia Xi praised her, Zheng Yang's expression became even uglier.As expected, Zhan Ji was absent from the evening self-study that night, Zheng Yang also disappeared for the first time, and Xia Xi didn't know what to think, but followed Zhan Ji's back from afar.

After walking two streets, I lost the person. There was a disco at the fork in front of me. The three words 'Mayflower' flashed on the neon sign reminded Xia Xi of the plot and couldn't help but leave. go in.

It was only after entering that I regretted it. The lights inside were chaotic, the music was deafening, and it was built underground, surrounded by gangsters with colorful haircuts and young girls in scantily clad clothes. Xia Xi, who was dressed in a well-behaved school uniform and had a clean demeanor, was totally out of place. .