let loose

Someone posted about the new transfer student and the school bully in the same class, because the two of them are too good-looking, and the post is also very popular.

The three of them had no connection with Song Mian before, they only heard about the legendary deeds of the school bully from their classmates and online.

They didn't understand the school bully's character, so they couldn't judge his relationship with Jiang Zhou from his playful expression.

After all, they are in the same class.

Is it close or non-interference?

If it's non-interference, what's the point of the bully blocking them like this?Learning is boring and blocking people is fun?

But if it's a close relationship...

"Who is Brother Long?" Song Mian asked coldly without giving them extra time to think.

"I am." The tall man said.

"Long what?" Song Mian looked at him.

The tall man blushed, looked back at his companion who was buried in the ostrich, and said, "Long Tao."

Song Mian nodded, filtering carefully in her mind, she really didn't remember the name.

"Who did you just mention?" Song Mian asked him again: "Worse than you, who?"

"We, we were just joking," the short boy standing behind Longtao said flatteringly, "Say whatever you want, just for fun."

"Are you talking about Jiangzhou?" Song Mian pointed it out mercilessly, laughing inwardly at these people's overestimation: "Why do you still want to block Jiangzhou?"

One is a nerd, most of the boys are gentle, thin and timid.With Song Mian's reputation, coupled with his arrogance, just standing still is scary.

"I, we..." The short man who handed the paper lowered his head fiercely, his ears were red, and he racked his brains but couldn't think of an appropriate wording to explain, so he apologized with trembling lips: "I'm sorry."

The other two shrank their necks timidly, looked at each other, and bowed their heads to say sorry.

"Jiang Zhou is mine, and his affairs are in my hands," Song Mian said, not accepting their apology.

He thought he was not qualified to accept an apology for Jiang Zhou.

He paced past the three of them, walked to the side of the cardboard box, took out a tissue and wiped his hands slowly, wiping the gaps between his fingers clean:

"From now on at school, I don't want to hear any gossip about Jiang Zhou," Song Mian turned around and said, "In any way."

He tossed used, soggy tissues into the trash.

He's experienced that feeling of being choreographed behind someone's back.Because he tried his best to escape, but couldn't escape.

Most of the time, Song Mian is actually not very nosy, and finds it troublesome.Strange to say, people will always worship the strong invisibly and obey the orders of the strong.

After being promoted as a school bully, there are always people who come to him to preside over the overall situation, and they make a big deal of it. The reasons are usually trivial. He is not a free police car, so he will go wherever he needs to go, so he will not take care of him. Occasionally intervening, it is too free. Or have a relationship with people around you.

Back in the classroom, stepping up to the podium, looking at the corner by the window.Jiang Zhou was still crouching at the desk writing questions, occasionally frowning because of the light shining on his face.

The gloom in her heart was swept away, and Song Mian felt happy, and she tapped the table beside her.

……

It should come sooner or later. The Gewu Building on Friday morning was extremely dull. The students went to the corresponding examination room according to the ranking of the final results. Everyone’s expressions were very solemn, as if they were not going to the examination room, but a battlefield where they never returned. .

"This was opened by Master Guan, and it was Master Guan! It cost me 20 yuan to find Dayang, and it is very effective!"

In the examination room of class 28 of the second year of high school, Zheng Qiran sat high on the desk in the first row of the entrance, with his palms spread out, and a small yellow pouch was thrown up and down, saliva was flying all over his mouth, and his expression was vivid, blowing the bag to the sky. , amazing.

"There are more than [-] reviews on a certain treasure. I heard that someone bought this kit to take the college entrance examination, and finally passed the Tsinghua University exam! There are also those who were admitted to Peking University and Fudan University. Oh, there are too many to remember. They are all famous schools anyway. , sales of hundreds of thousands +, awesome!"

The thing that the so-called thieves master Guan once opened up to allow people to take the Tsinghua University exam is the little yellow kit, the cloth bag is decorated with festive koi patterns, it looks pretty at first glance, and the front is printed with "Tsinghua God possessed" four red letters.

It is said to hold Buddha's feet temporarily.Burning high incense and worshiping gods and Buddhas is a common behavior for students before each round of exams.

Zheng Qiran's loud yelling successfully attracted five or six elementary school scumbags to watch, his eyes shining brightly following the little kit of "God Possession" in his hand, and his face was full of admiration.

"Nine yuan and nine free shipping, and a small rope, ah, don't you want this rope." Lin Pingping handed a small red rope to Song Mian.

"No," Song Mian leaned back, the chair was propped up by him, the legs of the two chairs in front were raised high, and the red lanyard wrapped in the kit bag was swung around with his index finger, "This kid is so pitiful, nine yuan nine He sells things for 19 yuan and nine."

Seeing those little boys being dizzy by Zheng Qiran, Chu Qingci nearly kowtowed his head to thank him, covered his mouth with laughter and whispered, "It is said that he can get half of the commission when the sales amount increases, this kid is so happy and crazy, Of course, if you can kill it, you will kill it."

Zheng Qiran's sister opened an online store, specializing in selling some weird gadgets, because she was not well-known at the beginning, and there were not many customers, so Zheng Qiran was asked to help promote the publicity at school. Guan Gong test high score" to start.

From the bottom three examination room to the bottom one examination room, it really sold a lot.

Song Mian is a clear-headed intellectual scumbag. Let’s not talk about whether it is useful to pray to gods and Buddhas. He just said, "Why do you worship Master Guan if you want to take an exam? It’s not because you want to fight wars. As a student, shouldn’t you pay homage to Lu Xun, Confucius, etc. Is it?"

"What you said makes sense," Lin Pingping nodded suddenly, no wonder there was something awkward, he suddenly realized, quickly stuffed cotton in his hand, and packed the opened kit: "I'm going back to the examination room to pay homage to Lu Xun... Worship him with his head!" After saying that, Ma slipped away to her own examination room.

"Stupid," Chu Qingci couldn't help laughing and cursing, and got up to leave. When he left, he said to Song Mian, "Take the exam well, at least don't count down the exam. I still remember the expression on your dad's face when he got your grades at the parent-teacher meeting last semester." .”

"Take care of yourself first, your mother is watching you." Song Mian said.

"Then do your best. I borrowed this money from you. I went to the stationery store outside to buy it this morning." Chu Qingci went to the door and threw him a pen.

Song Mian caught it, and saw that the pattern turned out to be Four-Eyed Boy, a Wannian elementary school student.

Does the mother want him to do well in the exam or die faster.

"Although I don't agree with engaging in those things that are talked about by gods and gods, I think it's okay to believe in a proper way, such as worshiping gods or something." Song Mian readily accepted the brush of death, twirling it in his hand, and rushed Jiang Zhou raised his chin: "Master Xue Shen, can you let me worship?"

The fate at the same table is too deep, the IQ gap is hundreds of thousands of miles, and they can be in the same examination room, the seats are in the back row, the tables are next to each other, and the aisle is separated.

Jiang Zhou was reading a book, Song Mian had read it, it was still the crooked Russian book.

"Oh, Xueshen, I'm talking to you." Song Mian kicked Jiang Zhou's trousers.

Ten minutes ago, Jiang Zhou caused a stir when he entered class 10.This examination room was full of boys, who bluffed without any scruples.

God of learning!This **** is a god of learning!Although there is no way to copy, but the thought of the god of learning is also in this examination room, it is so radiant, and the force has been improved by N grades!

Jiang Zhou was forced to be a monkey for 10 minutes for people to watch.Until Zheng Qiran brought his "God Possession" to attract attention.

"There are still 10 minutes for the exam, you still have time to read." Jiang Zhou looked at the wall clock on the wall in front of him.

Song Mian pouted, and kicked her feet indiscriminately: "What can I see in 10 minutes? It's still useful to ask the gods, and you let me say goodbye?" He pointed to the two cameras at the front and back of the classroom: "Anyway, I I can’t copy it anymore, so why don’t you give me some psychological comfort?”

Jiang Zhou closed the book gracefully, and took out a pen and paper from the belly of the table: "How do you pray?"

"Hey—" Song Mian secretly laughed.

After a few days of contact with Jiang Zhou, he more or less felt the temper of the other party.Although Jiang Zhou looks indifferent and alienated, and doesn't get close to anyone, he is actually very polite and usually responds to requests.

Song Mian was sure of this point and took advantage of many loopholes.But there is one thing, Jiang Zhou refuses to give him his WeChat ID!

Are you angry?

Turning his eyes, he saw a few students beside him holding the "Kao Shen Possession" and meditating on Namo Amitabha, and he was moved: "Then stretch out your hand!"

Sure enough, although Jiang Zhou was reluctant, he really stretched out his hand. The palm lines are clear, the fingers are slender, and the fingertips are round and pink.

Very nice hands.

Song Mian unceremoniously took her own hand, and clasped the palms of both hands. Because of holding the pen all the year round, there were thin calluses on the palms.

The boys were fair-skinned, with blue tendons protruding from their wrists.

Song Mian bared her teeth as she succeeded in her treacherous scheme, and smiled so unbearably.Jiang Zhou's face twitched, and he was about to pull out his hand in the next second.

"Wait a minute," Song Mian said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, leaning his head on the other arm, closing his eyes, as if enjoying a leisurely beach bath, and said slowly: "I still worship God, don't be in a hurry .Kaoshen said, you have to wait for 30 seconds to transfer your blessings to me. Now it’s only [-] seconds, don’t worry.”

Jiang Zhou was speechless, and couldn't pull his hand out for a long time.

Song Mian was quite strong, but Jiang Zhou didn't really pump hard, that's where his upbringing came from.

"Oh——" The two of them held hands in a very low-key manner, and their long hands were stretched out in the aisle, which was very conspicuous, and someone saw it immediately and was shocked.

The man's expression was as awkward as a bored fly, and he was about to say something, but Song Mian glanced at him, and the man turned around in fright without daring to look back.

This is the first time for the students who have just entered the second year of high school to take six subjects.In addition to language and mathematics, liberal arts, politics, history and geography, and science, physics and chemistry.According to the time arranged by the school, the exam can be completed in one day on Friday.

Chinese and mathematics in the morning, comprehensive English in the afternoon.

The invigilator wrote down the exam time on the blackboard, and routinely said earnestly when handing out the test papers: "Let's work hard and try not to come to this classroom to take the exam next time. I am looking forward to a surprise from you guys. This man , we must be ambitious, and we have to fight for our breath even if we don’t steam steamed buns! Who can say that we will be the last one in the exam every time? What if our grades rush up? Right? "

"Yes!" The elementary school scumbags had a bag of tricks, and they had the confidence to speak.

The teacher smiled gratifiedly.

Before the exam, Song Mian was blessed by the God of Learning. When doing the questions, she felt that she was in such a good state that she couldn't stop writing.

Of course, accuracy is not guaranteed.

"Suck it again." Before the English test, Song Mian rubbed her hands again: "Give me your hand."

For Song Mian, Jiang Zhou has never refused to succeed, because Song Mian is really thick-skinned, and he will keep pestering him if he doesn't give. In order not to be pestered, he stretched out his hand.

"I heard that the English test paper is not difficult this time. The teachers in the grade group came up with the questions themselves. As long as you read the questions carefully, don't be careless, and write well, there is still hope for an ideal score in the test." The invigilator for the English test began to unpack the sealed bag of the test paper, and casually picked his eyes: "Hey, those two students in the back row, why are you two holding hands?"

More than 20 people in the classroom turned around curiously.

The hands that were holding each other didn't let go immediately, and it took 30 seconds to let go. Under the pressure of more than 20 pairs of eyes, Song Mian calmly said: "I have cramps in my hands, and I am afraid that it will affect my writing. Classmate Jiang will help me." What about a massage?"

"Are you all right?" the teacher distributed the test papers and took the time to ask concerned.

"It's all right." Song Mian shook her head, secretly looking at Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou was already calmly reading the exam papers as usual, his face didn't even turn red, as if nothing happened just now.

Song Mianxin said, this Jiang Zhou's face is not thinner than his, is it?

I think back then when I took the exam, buying amulets was nothing. Some people just wore red underwear, and some went to the temple to find a master to consecrate them. Huh——

Am I missing an exam sign?What I lack is a student boyfriend!Let me hold that kind!Thank you for your collection.