Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Chen Putao stayed up until Monday full of worries, and after a few days of rest, her foot injury was mostly healed.

Monday seems to come very early. Nansong has to study early in the morning, and then there will be a weekly flag-raising ceremony.

In the morning self-study, Class 7 was full of books. In the back corner of the class, Chen Putao’s desk was covered with Chinese books. On the surface, he lowered his head and read the book carefully, but if you look carefully, you can find that he is in a trance. look like.

Perhaps Chen Putao's expression was so out of control that even Gao Shang, who was always nervous, noticed something was wrong.

[I am noble]: What happened to Chen Putao?

[Worthy of Cheng Zan]: You ate a lot in the morning, are you feeling overwhelmed?

【I am noble】; I am willing!Can you manage it?

Ji Yichuan looked at the two who exploded at one o'clock, and recalled the scene that happened at 320 last night, and the depression brought about by getting up early also disappeared.

Gao Shang and Cheng Zan didn't know about it, but Ji Yichuan, as Chen Putao's roommate, knew about it. After returning home last night, Chen Putao was already in this distraught state, sitting by the bed with his head leaning on the bedside pillar On, talking non-stop, and occasionally taking out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms to observe carefully.

Last night, he saw Chen Putao with a bitter face, full of helplessness. He was really curious, what exactly is Chen Putao doing?

Pretending to pass by a few times inadvertently, I finally heard Chen Putao's whispering clearly.

"I have a deep understanding of the school's good intentions for me. As a high school student, I should put my studies first. Here, I promise that I will strictly abide by the student code!"

Thinking of this, Ji Yichuan's mind reappeared in the boy's face full of pain.

Ji Yichuan laughed, and his deep laughter caught the attention of the two people around him.

"Brother, what are you laughing at? Be normal, I'm so scared." Gao Shang's arms were full of goose bumps, he shook his body, and stretched out his hands to rub them vigorously.

Cheng Zan was so frightened that he moved the stool away two steps.

Ji Yichuan wakes up very angry, and usually he doesn't see other people in the early morning self-study.

Only he, Uncle Ji, dared to turn over and continue to sleep under the double watchful eyes of the principal and the dormitory manager.

Can't compare, can't compare.

But today is Monday, which can be regarded as the first week of the new semester. In order to "show the spirit of every student in Nansong", the principal and the directors of all grades squatted at the door of the dormitory early.

"Brother, who knocked on your door this morning?" Cheng Zan gloated.

A bald head seemed to appear before Ji Yichuan's eyes, lazily propping his forehead. "Being woken up by the grade director for the first time, this experience is really amazing."

"What time is it?" Ji Yichuan asked suddenly looking at Chen Putao's straight back.

"Ah, let me take a look." Cheng Zan took out his phone, "It's 58:[-]."

"Then there are still 10 minutes before the review?" Ji Yichuan's tone was relaxed, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Damn!" Cheng Zan patted his head. "Hurry up, Noble, while there is still time, don't hurry up and pass on the experience to Brother Ji!"

"Go away, let Brother Ji make it up temporarily." Gao Shang rolled his eyes, sneered and raised his middle finger.

"No, I'm quite confident in myself, in you, huh."

Ji Yichuan raised his eyebrows, and quickly looked away, watching with great interest the tall and straight body of Chen Putao in the front seat trembled suddenly, drooped powerlessly, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

so afraid?

In a place that Ji Yichuan couldn't see, Chen Putao's face turned red, and he unconsciously rubbed the review in his right hand, swallowed, and looked back.

"Is the flag raising going to start so soon?"

"Yes, listen." Ji Yichuan turned his face and looked out, "The bell is ringing, we should go down early."

After speaking, he stood up straightly, picked up the school uniform on the back of the chair, patted it, and issued an invitation: "Let's go together, the two of us are going to conduct a self-criticism together."

The word "review" was deliberately and slowly crushed out by Ji Yichuan from between his teeth.

Chen Putao knew she couldn't hide, so she bit the bullet and followed Ji Yichuan's footsteps.

There seemed to be a familiar low chuckle in the air.

On the first day of school, all the students in Nansong gathered on the playground.

Row by row, the playground was filled to the brim, Chen Putao looked at the huge crowd in front of him, a little surprised.

"Nan Song is the school with the largest number of students nearby." Ji Yichuan's zipper was pulled to the top, covering his delicate chin, and his words were a bit boring.

Dozens of classes stood neatly on the playground, and the beginning was still the principal's cliché, expressing his confidence in the new semester.

The conversation turned.

"However, some practices of individual students in our school have really shamed me, Nansong!" The principal scanned the entire playground with blazing eyes.

"The things you do don't look like what a student should do! They are simply moths in our school!"

After speaking, he stomped his feet fiercely, as if he was not relieved.

Chen Putao was in a complicated mood, but Ji Yichuan beside him covered his mouth and let out a low laugh.

Chen Putao tilted her head, quite puzzled, can you still laugh when you have to do a self-criticism in front of so many people later?

As if aware of Chen Putao's curiosity, Ji Yichuan bent down, put his hands on Chen Putao's shoulders, and brought them close to Chen Putao's ears, pretending to be mysterious, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth.

"Look, does the principal look like a little girl who lost her temper?"

The person who was almost a head taller than him suddenly moved closer to his ear, and with the heat, Chen Putao felt a little itchy behind his ear.

It may be that he was too nervous, and his eyes uncontrollably followed Ji Yichuan's outstretched hand to look forward. The distance was too far, and Chen Putao could only vaguely see the headmaster on the rostrum directly in front of him with one hand on his waist, and he was out of breath. stomped the ground.

Indeed, inexplicably a little delicate.

Obviously now is not the time to snicker, but under the influence of Ji Yichuan's low laughter beside him, Chen Putao actually tilted his head and laughed secretly.

Gao Shang and Cheng Zan glanced back and forth several times looking at the two people who were smiling happily, feeling puzzled.

"Now, let these students come up and give a thought report!"

As soon as the headmaster finished speaking, the smile on Chen Putao's face disappeared immediately.

The fight on the basketball court is not a big one, but the two parties involved are not easy, one is a school grassroots and the other is a school bully. Although the whole school knows that the two are at odds, this is the first time Caught by the school.

The crowd squeezed and shoved to make way for a few people.

When they got to the front, their 'acquaintance' - Zhao Xiao had already arrived, leaning against the wall with his pockets in his hands, and glared fiercely at Ji Yichuan.

Ji Yichuan pursed his lips, deliberately let out a sneer when passing by Zhao Xiao, and raised his middle finger with his back to the school leader in front of him.

"Who will come first?" The principal handed over the microphone in his hand.

"I'll go first." Zhao Xiao walked up to the rostrum with a blank expression on his face.

Seeing Zhao Xiao leaning against the railing of the rostrum indifferently in front of him, Chen Putao felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to overflow from his chest.

The self-criticism book that he took out from his arms was crumpled badly, and it was held tightly in the palm of his hand. The way the students whispered to each other made his fair face blush.

"Nervous doing the review in front of so many people?" Ji Yichuan asked lightly.

"No, it's okay. I'm just a little uncomfortable."

Ji Yichuan looked at the red heel of the young boy in front of him, and kept rubbing the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and compared with the weird appearance before, there was nothing he didn't understand.

"Let's go, follow me." Ji Yichuan stretched out his hand.

Chen Putao was startled: "Where are you going?"