Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

The evening self-study has just started, the sky is not completely dark yet, the distant sun is shining obliquely, the entire west window is painted with a layer of warm orange, the class is very quiet, only the rubbing sound of the pen nib on the book can be heard, occasionally there are a few The sound of flipping a book.

"The third year of high school is coming soon, everyone should hurry up and focus on your studies. The school will be more and more strict with you in the future. After half a month, the school will conduct a test for you. The content of the test is what you have learned before. .”

A word Wang Zhong said when he stepped into the class broke the quiet atmosphere.

The students in Class [-] obviously found it difficult to accept such a sudden notice: "Why is the exam coming soon? How do I feel that we just started school yesterday?"

"Sure enough, before I came to Nansong, I heard that from the second semester of the second year of high school, Nansong's students will enter the hell mode, with one test in five days and one test in ten days!"

"Ah! I don't want to take the exam!!!"

Wang Zhong picked up the thermos, took two sips, looked at the messy students below, and didn't rush to stop him, just smiled slightly.

When the students calmed down again, Wang Zhong said slowly: "The school is doing this in the hope that everyone will maintain the enthusiasm of the students at any stage, and there must be no slack!"

The students naturally disagreed, but no one dared to violate the school's regulations in public.

"Okay, let's explain to everyone first, let's study by yourself tonight, and keep quiet." Wang Zhong picked up the "Jiang Xiuxian's Essays Collection" and leaned on the podium to read it.

Wang Zhong was fascinated by it, and suddenly a gust of night wind passed by, blowing the pages of the book. Wang Zhong raised his head and looked out of the window, but suddenly found that the table of the most noisy people was also covered with a book. Keep your head down.

Although Gao Shangcheng Zan never stopped yawning from the beginning to the end, but the scene of several people studying obediently was really rare. Wang Zhong was inevitably a little curious, closed the book, and walked straight to the back of the class.

Although Chen Putuo entered the society early in his previous life, he never put aside his studies. He knew the importance of English and fantasized about the day he saved up money to travel abroad. However, the trip failed, but English was not in vain. It is more than enough to do high school English questions.

And he is very talented in Chinese, so naturally there is no need to worry about Chinese. However, in contrast, his talent in mathematics, physics and chemistry is average. With this - you are my obsession - the world will soon be better After a few days, he was only able to solve the basic questions, but he was helpless for the advanced questions.

Chen Putao was facing a few chemistry problems when he felt a black shadow suddenly appear above his head. A hand appeared from nowhere and took away a copy of "Kite" from the corner of the desk.

Chen Putao looked up and saw Wang Zhong caressing the "Kite" carefully.

This "Kite" Chen Putao has just opened, and has only read a few chapters, and it is sandwiched with a hollowed-out rose bookmark.

Wang Zhong took out the rose bookmark, and looked at the appreciation marked in pencil on the book.

He looked at the gentle-looking young man with his head raised, and asked in a low voice, "Your book? Are you reading it?"

Chen Putao nodded silently.

There was a trace of comfort in Wang Zhong's eyes, "Mr. Jiang's book is worth reading, and you are under so much academic pressure now, you can still spare time to read books, not bad!"

Wang Zhong clamped the gorgeous bookmark again, put down the book lightly, and patted Chen Putao's back twice. The corners of his wrinkled eyes were covered with a layer of warmth, and the old aversion to Chen Putao completely disappeared in his heart, replaced by What is full of appreciation.

Gao Shang seems to be obediently keeping his head down and writing with a pen in his hand. His temper is fine, so how can he suppress his temper and study?

On the table was a math book of an unknown grade, and under it were the English homework books of Chen Putao and himself.

Ever since he occasionally discovered that Chen Putao's Chinese and English accuracy are quite high, he has been copying Chen Putao's homework.

Completely forgetting Chen Putao's exhortation to let him do it by himself first,

He had just copied halfway, when he heard the sound of leather shoes and the floor being tapped, he hurriedly tore off the homework he had copied halfway through, and randomly took out a math book from the belly of the desk.

While flustered, he still coughed to remind Cheng Zan behind him.

Wang Zhong glanced at it, but he didn't know if Fa had noticed it. Gao Shang was quite capable of pretending, and he read this high school math book with great interest.

Just when Gao Shang's scalp was numb and he couldn't help complaining in his heart, Wang Zhong looked away.

At this time, Wang Zhong's eyes were all attracted by Ji Yichuan who lowered his head behind him. In his memory, Ji Yichuan was rarely so serious.

Holding a black pen in his well-defined, clean and delicate right hand, facing a piece of paper with obvious creases and a little crumpled, he stubbornly wrote strokes, his usual laziness disappeared casually, and his brows and eyes revealed Some fierce.

Wang Zhong shook his head, knowing that Ji Yichuan was practicing calligraphy, so he didn't bother him, Ji Yichuan had to practice his calligraphy well this time.

The bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang. Ji Yichuan looked at the time and knew that it was the end of get out of class. He unhurriedly refolded the crumpled paper according to the creases and stuffed it into his pocket.

The lazy aura reappeared all over his body again. He leaned sideways with his straight back leaning against the wall, his eyes slightly lowered, and the tip of his tongue staring at his cheeks, as if he was waiting for something.

"Brother, the class is about to suffocate, go out to get some fresh air?" Cheng Zan twisted his wrist, which was sore from copying homework.

"Go ahead, I'm too lazy to move." Ji Yichuan lowered his head and squeezed his round fingertips, casually refusing.

After Gao Shang and Cheng Zan left, only Chen Putao and Ji Yichuan were left in this small corner.

Ji Yichuan propped his chin in boredom, his eyes fell on Chen Putao who was wearing a white T in front,

Chen Putao's hair is a little longer, and it hangs down a little. His slender, fair neck looks neat and refreshing. His white T-shirt is a little thin. The warm night wind blows slightly, and a pair of butterfly bones are looming on the boy's back.

I don't know how long Ji Yichuan maintained this posture, but the person in front turned his head.

"Ji Yichuan." Chen Putao held the physics tutorial book she just bought in her hand.

"Huh?" Ji Yichuan's voice was low, a little casual, and seemed a little distant under the evening breeze.

wait.