【Quick time travel】Push out the old attack every day

Lin Jingjing calculated on the draft paper several times, but he couldn't find out where the mistakes Jiang Ci said were.

Did he lie to himself?

The more he writes, the easier it is for Lin Jingjing to think wildly.

Unable to stop wanting to give up, a boy sat beside him familiarly, and smirked obsequiously: "Jing Jing, I'm chasing after the girl in front of you recently, can you pass me a small note during class?" what?"

Lin Jingjing looked at him quietly, without speaking.

He wasn't sure how long he would pass it on for the boy, and if he really wanted to pass it on, he would have to go through Jiang Ci.

Let alone how he is, can Jiang Ci agree?

The boy saw Lin Jingjing's embarrassment, and came up with a bad idea: "Why don't you act like a baby with Brother Ci?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ci took a sip of water, and his bright red lips were moist and translucent.

The thin and too long bangs hang down slightly, and the star pupils flicker on and off.

Lazy and casual.

Very handsome.

Tilting his head, he looked at the hand holding the corner of his clothes.

Long and slender, the nails were rounded and neatly trimmed.

Lin Jingjing hesitated for a while, then stretched out his index finger and ticked Jiangci.

Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows and leaned down.

Put your hands on the table and lean forward slightly.

The handsome facial features were drawn closer, unreservedly presented in front of Lin Jingjing.

"Yes, no, please do one thing?"

The non-standard southern intonation, spraying towards the face with warm air.

Under the thick glasses, there are a pair of bright black eyes, which are shining with light.

Docile, hopeful, and apprehensive.

The calm heart suddenly beat.

"Snapped!"

Jiang Ci was playing with a lighter in boredom, and the people behind him made a slight noise.

Stretch out your hand skillfully and get a thin note.

Without squinting, he threw the note forward, and the note was accurately thrown onto the table in front of him.

Unbiased, he stopped next to the girl holding the pen.

The girl stopped writing, opened the note, and quickly read the content, her face blushed.

The tip of the pen turns on the paper strip, leaving pen and ink writing.

Turning around shyly, she put the note on the edge of Jiang Ci's desktop.

Jiang Ci glanced sideways and didn't move.

Continue to play with the lighter in your hand.

The boy who was waiting for the note was a little impatient, and urged Lin Jingjing down, his voice a little loud.

"Why isn't it okay?"

The surrounding eyes subconsciously focused on Jiang Ci.

The girl in front turned her head and looked at the note in place, showing embarrassment.

Jiang Ci had a thick skin and ignored everyone.

He took out an orange-flavored lollipop from the drawer and put it in his mouth.

He squinted his eyes in enjoyment, like a lazy cat basking in the sun.

After poking Jiang Ci's back, the teacher on the stage had already noticed this side.

Lin Jingjing lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Ah Ci, are you ready?"

I poked it a few times, but it didn't move.

It caught the attention of the math teacher.

The math teacher has thinning hair, with a large piece of hair missing on his forehead, a typical Mediterranean hairstyle.

What he dislikes the most in class is someone talking in his class.

Not even good students.

"Lin Jingjing, come up and write this question."

The teacher had stopped chalk and stood aside, Lin Jingjing had no choice but to get up and write.

The topic was very familiar, and it was a big math problem that Jiang Ci had made several mistakes in the morning.

This question was one of last year's college entrance examination selection questions, which accounted for a lot of points and was also very difficult.

Lin Jingjing rewrote what he had written during the break, filling half of the blackboard very quickly.

After calming down, I found that there were indeed many mistakes in the questions, and the answers I got were also different.

But Lin Jingjing still couldn't see where there was a mistake. This question was so comprehensive that even junior high school knowledge was involved.

If you are not good at mathematics, it is difficult to get these 12 points.

"If you don't listen carefully in class, you must have written something wrong!"

The math teacher knew that this problem was difficult, and even he had to do it several times before he could do it.

The teachers all place high expectations on Lin Jingjing and don't want him to relax.

I was about to hit him a few more times before letting him go.

A lazy voice interrupted the remaining words.

"The squad leader just asked me to teach me this question. Before I finished teaching, you always called him up."

Finding out that the words came from Jiang Ci, the boys couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jiang Ci's grades are well known, and he has never been ranked at the bottom.

Now he has the guts to say that he is teaching math problems to the top student in the grade.

It's funny to think about it.

Jiang Ci raised his head halfway, leaning his back against the back seat, with a slender leg blocking the aisle, and expensive red and black sneakers under his feet.

The earphones were not taken off, and the big red was exposed in front of the teacher.

The black shirt was loosely worn on the body, revealing the red rope around the neck and the deep concave butterfly bone wings.

Casually holding a lollipop in his mouth, he looks like a delinquent boy.

"You come up and write."

Jiang Ci is special, and the math teacher has a deep understanding.

After each monthly exam, you get points for major questions.

No other questions were written.

I was called to the office by the teachers of various subjects for questioning, and the answer was always that sentence.

I do not know.

I did not listen to the reprimand several times.

The daily fights are still the same, and the teacher is so angry that he doesn't care about him anymore.

Under everyone's teasing eyes, Jiang Ci paced up to the podium.

On another blackboard, Jiang Ci wrote down the problem-solving process without reading the questions.

The handwriting is bold and unrestrained, with sharp and powerful endings.

After finishing writing, it was a bit shorter than Lin Jingjing, the math teacher glanced at it, and his expression was a little excited.

He didn't expect that this question could be solved in this way, and it was much simpler and easier to understand than the answer.

After calming down, the math teacher nodded with satisfaction, and his tone was rarely relaxed: "Go on."

After class, the boys gathered around.

"My words, you're still a f*cking academic bully." Zhou Huanjiang yelled, eyes showing envy.

This time I showed my hand on the stage a little, but it scared everyone a lot.

Never thought that Jiang Ci, the boss who fights every day, is so good at math.

They couldn't even read it below, but Jiang Ci not only solved the problem, but also wrote it so that the math teacher was satisfied.

This gap is huge, it goes without saying.

"This makes me how can I face you in the future." Zhou Huanjiang continued to mutter sadly, "Fighting is harder than me, looks more handsome than me, has more money in my pocket, and now I even study better than me, I don't live It's..."

Jiang Ci chewed the candy and replied flatly, "Go to hell."

"Ai ai ai ai, I like to joke, and I still want to pick up girls." Zhou Huanjiang laughed.

The boys onlookers let out a long 'hush', and laughed and cursed, shameless.