you have to talk to me

Bailan stepped on the bell for morning self-study and entered the classroom again, but the first thing she did when she came was to hide behind the pile of books and hold a small mirror to take out a few boxes of wipes.

Feng Jimeng frowned, he really didn't understand the world of girls, and he couldn't even grasp the world of girls like Bai Lan who didn't take the usual path.He took out two English papers from his file bag and gave them to Bai Lan: "You should write your homework first, the teacher will come soon."

"Wait a minute."

Feng Jimeng saw that she was pinning her bangs with a hairpin, squeezed a few lumps of mud-like stuff on her face, and asked casually, "What did you paint on?"

"BB cream," pointing to several other small square boxes on the table, "this is loose powder, and this is blush."

"You still wear these?" In Feng Jimeng's view, only women of his mother's age wear makeup all day long.

Hearing this, Bai Lan turned her face: "Wha, is that weird?"

It was the first time that Feng Jimeng had a close look at Bailan's entire face, almond eyes, thin lips, and pointed chin, but the cheeks were round and fleshy.It's not how earth-shatteringly beautiful it is, it just looks very harmonious and comfortable.This face alone is not enough to be a school beauty or a super beauty, so she is not very famous in Hong Zhong.But those who knew her, the male students in the same class, rarely disliked her, more because of those slick, smart and sly eyes, and the light and gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

But Feng Jimeng also saw something that was not in harmony with this spirituality at a glance, her face was very pale.Feng Jimeng is also white, but the whiteness is moist and blood-colored, and the ears, nose, and cheekbones are slightly red.And Bailan's face was blue and cold, turning into a kind of dead gray, as if no blood had ever flowed from under the skin.

Feng Jimeng moved his eyes away, regretting that he had been quick-spoken just now: "No, I don't really understand this."

Bailan's speed was very fast, and her face like a white paper quickly became vivid and colorful. She put the scraps on the table into the drawer, grabbed Feng Jimeng's test paper and said while copying: "You have to learn too. Ah, otherwise you won't even be able to tell the shade of your lipstick clearly in the future, and you will be despised by your girlfriend."

Feng Jimeng thought fortunately, it's a good thing I don't have a girlfriend, and Yang Fan doesn't wear makeup.

Bailan is still nagging: "Want to have a girlfriend? I can introduce you."

"No need, study is important."

She chuckled twice: "Feng Jimeng, to be honest, the difference between you and your appearance is too big."

She finished copying in 2 minutes, let out a sigh of relief, sorted out the homework of each subject, and passed it forward to the first row.

After she finished passing on her homework, she first took out her schoolbag a few times, but found nothing, then rummaged in the stomach of the table for a while, but still found nothing, so she had to ask her deskmate for help with a bitter face: "Is there any mineral water?" ?”

"I drank it."

"It's okay, one sip is enough." Bai Lan carelessly unscrewed the lid of her water bottle, and signaled Feng Jimeng to pour her a sip.

After pouring the water, Feng Jimeng watched her fumble in her schoolbag for a while, as if she had touched a few pills and threw them into her mouth, and swallowed them in one gulp along with the glass of water.

"you are sick?"

Bailan didn't answer, but fumbled for a while from the schoolbag, and said to Feng Jimeng mysteriously, "Extend your hands."

"What?"

"Extend it."

Feng Jimeng opened her hand like she asked, she took out a box of M&M beans, chocolate beans like pills, she poured out a palm for Feng Jimeng, then poured another palm for herself, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed , and threw the remaining half box to Cai Mao and He Chunming in front.

Zhang Jiarui still ran downstairs at every turn, and now besides showing his presence in front of Goddess Bai, he would wink at Feng Jimeng when he had nothing to do.He thought of a trick, let Feng Jimeng ask Bailan to study together on Sunday afternoon.

He knew that Zhang Jiarui's brain was not very good at other aspects except for studying, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.There is only a half-day rest on Sunday afternoon in a week, mainly because students who live far away from home must always have time for personal hygiene and off-campus shopping.Just like Bailan who didn't slip away to copy homework, can she use this only half a day to study with you?

Bai Lan looked at him curiously, and asked: "Zhang Jiarui, what's wrong with your eyes, you keep blinking, do you want to see the school doctor?"

"Ah, ah, it's nothing, it seems that sand has entered."

It's hopeless, Zhang Jiarui's idiot's IQ is really hopeless, this fucking classroom with the doors and windows closed and air-conditioned, where is the sand coming from?Feng Jimeng complained: "Why don't you take the three-year simulated five-year college entrance examination? You have a copy in front of you."

"what?"

"It's class, get out of here."

"Okay, I'll come back next class."

As soon as Zhang Jiarui went out, Bailan laughed earth-shatteringly: "Hahaha, Zhang Jiarui is still so fun."

Feng Jimeng didn't reply, he didn't care about this idiot's happiness at all, he just wanted to get rid of this terrible task quickly, so he bit the bullet and asked directly: "Bai Lan, are you free on Sunday afternoon?"

"doing what?"

"Are you free?"

"Whether you have time or not depends on what you want to do." Bailan smiled slyly at him.

"Study." Feng Jimeng made things up, "We want to set up a study group, Teacher Wu's way of thinking, everyone learns from each other's strengths and learns from each other. We still need a team member who is particularly good at mathematics."

After speaking, he obviously saw that Bailan's interest had lost half, but he didn't directly refuse: "Who are in your group?"

"Me, Zhang Jiarui, Hou Wen and Jian Hang. My English is not bad, Hou Wen is good at Chinese, and my composition is often used as a template." Zhang Jiarui and Jian Hang are the best in which subject, Feng Jimeng actually doesn't know it very well, but they both Now that he was in front of him, he had no choice but to brag and continue, "Jian Hang is good at physics, and Zhang Jiarui is good at chemistry."

"Fuck, Zhang Jiarui's chemistry is not as good as mine."

"Then his biology is good?"

"It's just average."

"Really?" This time it was Feng Jimeng's turn to be puzzled, Zhang Jiarui was so ordinary, how did he get in the top ten.Is the top ten in Hongzhong so watery?

Feng Jimeng thought to himself, he did his best.When Zhang Jiarui asked, he couldn't blame others, he could only blame himself for being too ordinary.

"Where are you going to do it?" Bailan asked again.

Feng Jimeng asked Zhang Jiarui this question, there is no Starbucks in Hongcheng, he said it was in KFC or Decos.But these places are neither suitable for studying nor for cultivating relationships. Feng Jimeng quickly thought of a way: "It's at my brother's house. His house is just his own. He's not here during the day, and no one bothers us."

"The brother who brought you food last time?"

"Well. From [-]pm to [-]pm, I'm still in charge of the meal."

There was no other way, Feng Jimeng sold Yang Fan for that idiot Zhang Jiarui.

Bailan smiled: "That's good, it's settled like this."

It's over here, Feng Jimeng brought the news to Zhang Jiarui and invited Jian Hang.Jian Hang flatly refused, saying that it would be okay to play golf on Sunday afternoon. He almost threw up after doing the questions this week, and the task of the rocket class was even heavier.Zhang Jiarui tried to persuade him, but Jian Hang complained for a while, saying that those in class 16 are not human, including Zhang Jiarui, class 16 is not a human life, he wants to go back to class 8.

Zhang Jiarui tried his best to persuade him to adapt to the life of husband and wife living apart as soon as possible, and prepare for the university in a different place.So the two of them choked on each other, if it wasn't for class, they might have already started fighting.

Feng Jimeng changed her strategy and told Hou Wen this proposal.Hou Wenli's three comprehensive subjects were uneven and bad. He originally planned to find a teacher to make up lessons on Sunday afternoon, but he readily agreed to this proposal.Feng Jimeng took Hou Wen's oral order again, and finally Jian Hang had to disarm and surrender.

Feng Jimeng also told Yang Fan, he thought that Yang Fan would agree with it with both hands, but he did not expect that Yang Fan hesitated.

Feng Jimeng also felt that she was too abrupt, so she asked: "Brother, is it inconvenient to bring other people here? It's okay, I can take them to my house."

"That's not it." Yang Fan hesitated for a while before saying, "I don't have any rest time at all, will I put too much pressure on myself?"

"That's not true, it's just that I have less time to spend alone with you."

This is true, but Yang Fan is not hypocritical enough to complain that his little boyfriend can't spare time to accompany him because of his studies, it's just that hearing the name Bailan again makes him feel a little offended.Since Feng Jimeng made this request, he couldn't refuse it.

On Sunday, Yang Fan went to the shop after lunch, Feng Jimeng rested at home and waited for the other four.

He thought Yang Fan was unwilling, but when he saw the washed fruits on the dining table and the snacks on the plate, Feng Jimeng knew that these were prepared by Yang Fan for his friends, so he was completely relieved.

Zhang Jiarui was the most active, he came at one o'clock, and brought a big bag of food and drink, seeing that no one else was there, he took the time to thank Feng Jimeng. At 01:30, Jian Hang and Hou Wen arrived. The two of them sat down at the dinner table and ate an apple.

Hou Wen asked: "Feng Jimeng, since when did you get so close to Teacher Yang that he even lent you the house."

Feng Jimeng really didn't know how to answer this question, but Zhang Jiarui knew some ins and outs, and now he was looking at Feng Jimeng with a scrutinizing look, his eyes seemed to contain a thousand words.

"Do you have any PY deal with Mr. Yang, huh? I advise you to be honest."

Feng Jimeng: "..."

Zhang Jiarui slammed the table hard, and the thousand words turned into a sudden realization.

"Stop talking nonsense, take out the book and start." Feng Jimeng changed the subject.

"Isn't there another member who didn't come? Let's wait for others." Hou Wen said.

Jian Hang asked again: "After the game, you still kept in touch with Brother Yang? I asked him to come out to play and he ignored me."

Hou Wen echoed: "But it makes our captain Jane very sad, Mr. Yang is a scumbag who starts in chaos and ends up abandoning him."

Zhang Jiarui looked at Feng Jimeng again, and suddenly realized that his expression turned into pity.

Feng Jimeng: "..."

Fortunately, the knock on the door sounded in time to save him, Zhang Jiarui wagged his tail and went to open the door first, and really greeted his White Goddess.