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

"How did he compare?"

Bian Jing is listening to the class, and the final exam is coming soon, this note has been handed over from behind him for the third time, same as the previous two times, Bian Jing didn't leave a punctuation mark on the note, and handed it over intact. go back.

Of course Xie Ting knew that he didn't answer, so when Bian Jing flipped the note back with his left hand, he grabbed his wrist: "Answer."

Bian Jing's wrist was being grabbed, his left hand was turned backwards, his arms were at eye level, this posture made him embarrassed, and he seemed to be sitting in a strange posture among the well-behaved students.

"You let go."

"Don't let it go."

"Fuck, it's time for class!"

"You answer first."

"I do not know."

"You lied, I saw you wrote a suicide note."

"..."

This class is the class of the homeroom teacher, Lao He. Lao He is almost finished writing the review points, and he can see the side scene when he turns around in a second. When the side scene struggles, his hands are cut backwards and he can’t use his strength. He uses his shoulders to look back. Collide.

Xie Ting's books and desk were knocked out of place by him, the head teacher quickly looked over.

"What are you doing in the back row?"

Without changing his face, Xie Ting stood up and supported Bian Jing's hand, and said, "Teacher, Bian Jing's hand is broken, I'll take him to the school infirmary."

"Where is it off?"

"hand."

Bian Jing dared to shout: "I didn't break it." Xie Ting covered his mouth.

"Woooooo~"

"Look, he's so painful that he can't speak, teacher."

The homeroom teacher is short-sighted and can't see clearly. He only saw a strange expression on the face of the side scene. He struggled and thought it was really broken. He worried: "Left hand and right hand? This is a third year in high school. You can't fold your hands. Hurry up and have a look."

"is teacher."

When Bian Jing was dragged out by the school bully, he saw the sympathetic eyes of Yue Yang and little loquat.

Yue Yang kept writing on the pen and paper with both hands, the final exam, this brother finally knew to study hard and strive not to be the bottom No.1, he didn't even look at his deskmate, he said to himself: "Finally. …”

Little Pipa knew what he was going to say, because what he was going to say was what he was going to say: "Finally, the school bully is going to attack the god of learning."

In the air, the right hands of both of them desperately memorized the knowledge points, and they clapped their left hands: "Beautiful."

After leaving the classroom, Bian Jing struggled more intensely: "Let go, let go first, ah, it's really hard not to let go."

Xie Ting let him go.

Bian Jing sighed, walked in front, Xie Ting followed, rose school road was full of flowers, one black and one white boy walked back and forth.

Xie Ting took a quick step, shoulder to shoulder with Bian Jing: "Brother Jing, I..."

Bian Jing still had a bit of anger on his face, he was about to be in his third year of high school, and Xie Ting was still in the same state of class as his sophomore, running away whenever he wanted.

"To shut up."

Xie Ting was silent all the way, and finally stopped at the school canteen. Bian Jing opened the refrigerator and asked him, "What ice cream do you like?"

"Last one please?"

Bian Jingqi smiled: "You say so."

"Then I won't eat."

Xie Ting waited for Bian Jing to come out from the canteen, and sure enough, Bian Jing only held a strip of ice cream in his hand, which was the kind of brand that was so sweet that it made him greasy.

This time it was the school bully's turn to stare at him, Bian Jing deliberately asked: "Why, you said you wouldn't eat it."

Xie Ting walked back to the refrigerator in two or three steps, took a popsicle from it, went to the front desk, and called Bian Jing to come over and pay the bill: "Hurry up."

Bian Jing stuck out his tongue to lick the melted ice cream, and walked over slowly: "Auntie, how much is it?"

"A piece of five."

Bian Jing took out the cash, paid the money, and glanced at the popsicle: "Do you like this kind of food?"

Xie Ting tore off the wrapping paper, took a sip, and glanced at the side scene, the ice cream blossomed in the side scene's mouth, making his lips turn red from the cold.

"I don't like sweets."

Bian Jing glanced at his own ice cream, half of which he had bitten off in just a few minutes, and asked doubtfully, "So I like sweet things?"

Xie Ting walked under the tree, the tree circle was pasted with tiles, in physical education class, many students like to sit under the tree to enjoy the shade, Xie Ting sat down by himself, patted the place beside him, and signaled the side view to sit over.

This is going to be a long talk.

Bian Jing walked over with ice cream in his mouth, it was too cold, so he spit it out again.

Xie Ting was stunned, remembering that bizarre dream, coughed and said to the side scene: "Can you... stop eating ice cream like this?"

Bian Jing thought he said he was eating slowly, and explained: "Eating slowly will prolong this happiness, you don't understand."

Xie Ting coughed again, not knowing how to explain it to him.

So I gave up and asked about business.

"How on earth is Frontier going to duel with you?"

The side scene's legs were raised, and the legs on top shook a few times, quite leisurely: "Let's skip the rope."

Xie Ting: "What?"

"No, I found that you have a hard ear recently?"

Xie Ting didn't have time to joke with him, he had never heard the word before, so he asked, "What is rope skipping?"

The midsummer wind blows away the youthful love, and then rolls up the fallen leaves and passes by the sound of cicadas, and lifts the branches that the wind moves without knowing it.