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

Bian Jing hopped back to No. [-] Middle School to take the final exam.

This is the last exam before entering the third year of high school. When Bian Jing jumped to the police office, a group of people came out of the building. After a closer look, Yue Yang took the lead and shouted: "Brother Jing, we are here to pick you up."

Looking at the situation in the frontier, it is a match for Xiaoxiao and a group of younger brothers to help the frontier.

When people came to him, Chief Yue Yang and Chief Cao Wei set up a side view, and someone raised his foot.

"What? What are you doing?"

Yue Yang clasped his hands and said, "Give us the supreme honor of learning gods."

Cao Wei said to the students around him: "Students, let's go."

Bian Jing sat expressionlessly on a humanoid "throne" and was carried upstairs.

"..."

Nine o'clock exam, now 08:30, there is still half an hour.

It's not important, the important thing is the back door of the classroom, Xie Ting leaned against the door frame, arms folded, watching the side scene being held up by a group of people, just like a monkey being held up by its limbs to perform on stage.

"Hahahaha, brother Jing..."

The side view has been too embarrassing, the students and teachers in the whole building just now saw his appearance, not to mention shame, he felt that the matter of face was no longer in his consideration.

"you shut up."

Xie Ting put away his laugh, watched Yue Yang put the side scene down, the little loquat gave the crutch to the side scene immediately, the side scene took it, and said: "Thank you."

The little loquat blushed when she was thanked: "No need Xie Jingge, just copy the math for me later."

Yue Yang hurried forward: "There is still me and me."

How can Cao Wei be less: "I can do mathematics, English, and biochemistry. I can copy any subject. I am not picky."

"..."

Bian Jing knew that this group of people was definitely not that kind, so he carried him upstairs, so he was waiting here, put on his crutches, and hit the group of bastards: "Get out."

After beating a group of monkeys and grandchildren, Xie Ting helped him back to his seat.

For the final exam, both of them took the exam in their own class, and those with poor grades were assigned to other classes to take the exam. The first middle school major exam and the quiz were all ranked according to their grades, so the positions of the two were not far apart.

Xie Ting took out an egg, a bun and a bottle of milk from the table hole: "Here, my mother gave it to you."

Bian Jing took it: "Thank you, Auntie, for me."

Xie Ting said: "You're welcome, she's just talking and asking Auntie to prepare an extra portion of my breakfast."

Bian Jing tore off the straw paper, inserted it into the milk, took a few sips, spit out a few drops of milk froth, and said, "Thank you for that."

You may feel that you are not eating well, so stick out your tongue and lick your lips to wipe off the foam.

Xie Ting moved his eyes away in embarrassment, then moved them back after a while, and said to Bian Jing: "Brother Jing, let's discuss something."

"Say."

"Can you stop doing this when you eat? You can also eat ice cream."

Bian Jing has never seen himself eating, he usually doesn't even look in the mirror, that is, he only bought a mirror at home after his hair grew.

"How do I eat? Is it particularly handsome?"

"No."

With a straw in his mouth, Bian Jing slowly sucked the milk into his throat, squinting at him: "What kind of thing is that?"

Xie Ting took advantage of the opportunity to turn over the pen and draft paper in his schoolbag, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It's like that."

"I rely on."

Bian Jing threw the milk box at him and scolded: "Brother Ting, I find that you are really in debt recently. Every day I want to punch you a few times, and I can only vent my anger by crippling your handsome face."

Xie Ting took the paper and pen, shook his head and croaked: "Then you should take care of your feet first, then train your body to build muscles, and finally enroll in Taekwondo for a year, then you may beat me."

Bian Jing: "That's pretty good, school bully?"

Xie Ting complacently said: "That is, after all, a lieutenant colonel bully, it is still worthy of the name."

It was nine o'clock, and the academic affairs teacher walked in with the test paper. The side view stared at the teacher on the podium, and said viciously, "See how I will hang you with my grades first."

"......"

The final exam is over, and only six subjects are tested in the final exam, and the exam format is all based on the college entrance examination.

After two days of the exam, when Bian Jing put down the English paper, he was used to looking at the sky, and Zhanning was still blue as usual.

After leaving the examination room, Xie Ting was waiting for him in the corridor.

Seeing his leisurely appearance, Bian Jing became angry: "Can't you write the questions quietly and wait until the exam time is up before leaving the exam room? Every time you come out half an hour earlier, you think you will do it all."

Xie Ting was impatient, he didn't memorize many words, he could only guess at reading comprehension, and he couldn't write English compositions.

Even so, he still left the examination room half an hour early, played with his mobile phone in the corridor and waited for the side scene for half an hour.

It stands to reason that no one dares to play with mobile phones so blatantly at school.

But Xie Ting dared to, anyway, the teacher didn't dare to call his parents after taking his mobile phone away.

"Brother Jing, you don't understand the pain of reading heavenly scriptures. Coming out early is my greatest respect for this exam." Xie Ting said.

Bian Jing sighed, and picked up his schoolbag: "It seems that Auntie doesn't just want to take me to recuperate from illness, but giving you tutoring is the key."

Xie Ting snapped his fingers in front of him: "You really guessed right, she asked me to take you to my house tonight."

"Counseling, guidance, me, study, study."

Bian Jing: "No, what did your mother think? Can't I hire ten or eight tutors for you? Do you have to catch me to teach?"

Xie Ting looked into the distance, where Yue Yang, Cao Wei and several female students were huddled together, chatting and laughing wildly, it was very lively, the boy's voice was a little low: "Maybe it's because of guilt."

Bian Jing didn't understand, turned his head to look at him: "Huh?"