The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Xie Ting got along with Bian Jing for two years in high school, and he knew that Bian Jing had strong self-esteem and would not easily accept other people's funding. Even the help he received from charity organizations in the past two years, he also recorded it all.

It is estimated that it will be paid back in the future.

So he and Yue Yang never said such things as "lend you some money", "give you some", "we donated it."

The background scene is really difficult, and I would not compete with him if I have a scholarship, and I can't compete.

This time Xie Ting was coding at home. He was going to Beijing to participate in a competition in the beginning of the year. Yue Yang came out in the group and asked him if he was free, so he came to help.

Xie Ting clicked on the video posted by Yue Yang, it was quite interesting.

As soon as he arrived, he heard that Yueyang was short of a babysitter, so he raised an idea and pushed things along.

"Brother Jing, this word is spelled crookedly." Xie Ting said, pointing to a word Jing.

Bian Jing refused to admit that it was because Xie Ting was nervous standing next to him, otherwise how could he write his own name wrong: "This is art, you don't understand."

Xie Ting didn't expose him, and said cheerfully: "Yes, yes, I don't understand art."

Bian Jing glared at him and continued writing.

Xie Ting saw that there was an idle writing brush beside him, so he picked it up, built a stand by himself, took out a few pieces of waste paper to moisten the brush, and after finishing the brush, he started looking for red paper.

Bian Jing asked vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Young Master Xie took a look and said loyally: "Of course it's for my brother."

Bian Jing was afraid that he would make something wrong: "Take it easy, don't stab me to death."

After speaking, I realized that I said the wrong thing.

Xie Ting looked at him with a smile when he heard that, "Brother Jing, your thoughts are impure."

The dead duck in the side scene insisted: "What's impure? I don't understand."

Xie Ting found the red paper, started to write, and said: "Yes, you don't understand, you don't understand at all."

Xueshen stood aside to see what kind of brush calligraphy this unqualified English contestant could write. Xie Ting knew how much ink he had in the first stroke of the side scene.

Feelings have been cultivated since childhood, so you can pick whatever you want in running script, cursive and block letters.

In addition to writing the regular font above, Xie Ting also wrote his own style, whether it is okay or not, the grass is not pure grass, everything can be written as he likes, and he can write it as he likes.

After writing more than a dozen pieces, Yue Yang began to urge outside: "Brother Ting, please write faster, the supply will not be available."

Bian Jing finally came to his senses and said, "You didn't come to stab the knife, you came to kick the hall."

Xie Ting just finished writing a line, and continued: "No, I'm here to develop and grow, Brother Jing, we're on the same side."

Bian Jing gave him an elbow: "Whoever is on your side, I have never been on the side who is not qualified for English."

Uncle Xie took a look and scolded with a smile: "Brother Jing, you are so snobbish!"

Yue Yang was in a hurry outside, but the two inside couldn't afford to offend anyone, so he didn't dare to continue to press, so he asked Cao Wei: "What's the situation?"

Cao Wei looked back, the smile on Xie Ting's face didn't fade away, Bian Jing still had a moaning expression on his face, looked at Yue Yang deeply, and shouted: "Yang Yangzi."

Yue Yang: "?"

Cao Wei: "Your father and your grandfather..."

Yue Yang: "??"

Cao Wei ran through several words in his mind, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective, so he could only give up: "You two have such a good relationship."

Yue Yang: "Get lost."

Xie Ting sent a few more words, the phone in his pocket kept ringing, and the side scene signaled him to answer it first.

Xie Ting didn't look at his phone, he just said: "It's probably a visitor at home, call me back to receive, don't worry about it."

He came out for a stroll because he disliked the atmosphere at home.

The side view is noncommittal.

Some people have a home but do not return, and some people have no home to return to. Fate and luck.

The business here is booming, Hanxi River is close to No. [-] Middle School, and there are many activities nearby. The classmates who gathered here all come here for a stroll, and found that the school bully of Xueshen is writing to make money.

Such excellent quality of work-study, was photographed on Weibo, and the bottom layer commented: "Oh my god, what kind of fairy schoolmaster?"

"The looks of this pair are too good!" "Upstairs, I'm knocked!" "A high school bully CP is locked!"

Bian Jing didn't know about this at all, and he didn't have time to watch these short videos.

At the end of the day, the small 2000 yuan was handed over, and Bian Jing shared it equally with the three friends who helped, but no one took it, and one ran faster than the other.

Bian Jing weighed the money in his hand, feeling extremely grateful in his heart.

It was getting dark, and I was going to close the booth and go back to organize my notes.

But an uninvited visitor came to the stall, and without saying anything, he ordered a few dog legs: "Smash it, smash it for me."

Bian Jing's eyes showed a cold light, staring at the trash in front of him.

Bian Jiang slapped him on the face, louder and louder: "What? Are you not convinced?"

The side scene turned away, and soon the store next door also looked over, and someone said unfairly: "What are you doing? The students are in the way of you? Are you here for no reason?"

Bian Jiang was vicious, with a green dragon tattoo, and shouted to the nosy woman: "It's none of your business, if you don't want to be beaten, get out."

Bian Jing was also afraid that everyone in the frontier would fight, so he signaled to the stall next door: "You go first."

The stall owner next door was also afraid of causing trouble, so he ran away quickly with his things.

The side scene was pinched by Bian Jiang, and he lifted it up, without stepping on the ground, hanging in the air.

There was a cold light in his eyes, and he asked word by word: "What do you think, how, what, how?"