The whole school is waiting for my confession

"Bai, Baijuan?" Jiang Qingyan's voice hesitated.

Bai Juan stopped the car, turned around and took off his hat, revealing his red face and messy hair under the weight of the hat.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Qingyan's expression was a little surprised, he showed half of his body at the door.

Bai Juan ran up the steps and asked him, "Why didn't you come to the exam?"

Seeing Jiang Qingyan's face, he was really relieved.

Jiang Qingyan opened the door slightly so that Bai Juan could enter.

As soon as Bai Juan came in, Jiang Qingyan closed the door, and the cold outside was also cut off.

Bai Juan circled around Jiang Qingyan, making Jiang Qingyan a little puzzled.

"Are you OK?"

Jiang Qingyan: "I have a little problem, but it's not a big problem."

Bai Juan raised his eyebrows, and his voice was threatening: "Then why didn't you come to the exam?"

Bai Juan was furious, with "Why are you so ignorant!" written all over his face.

Jiang Qingyan said: "I asked for leave, but I really can't go. I also specially sent a message to Liu Bufan to ask him to tell you."

"He said he didn't know."

"I knew he was unreliable."

Jiang Qingyan said, saying that he sat down on the sofa.

It was only then that Bai Juan realized that Jiang Qingyan was speaking weakly, and his face was a little pale.

"What's wrong...?" Bai Juan softened his voice.

Jiang Qingyan's handsome brows and eyes were wrinkled, and she lay down on the sofa, pretending to be mysterious: "I almost died."

Bai Juan was even more puzzled: "What's wrong?"

But he didn't look like anything was going on.

Jiang Qingyan opened his mouth slightly and spat out three words with difficulty.

"Wok, fried, done."

Bai Juan's mind froze for ten seconds, and he grabbed Jiang Qingyan's sleeve uncertainly: "What?"

Jiang Qingyan exclaimed in pain, Bai Juan carefully rolled up Jiang Qingyan's sleeve, only to see that his right wrist was wrapped with thick gauze.

"What did you do?"

Jiang Qingyan led Bai Juan to the sacrificed kitchen, but it had been cleaned up during the day, and only a scorched corner could be seen.

"I don't know what's going on with this pot. It exploded while it was cooking. Last night, I thought a timed/bomb/bomb was dropped at home."

Bai Juan was frightened: "Where else are you injured?" He heard that the splash of hot liquid would cause burns and disfigurement.

After Bai Juan checked Jiang Qingyan's left hand, he raised his bangs, carefully checked up and down, but they were all intact.

Jiang Qingyan's original terrified expression failed: "I'm kidding you."

"I was upstairs playing games while the pot was frying."

Bai Juan didn't quite believe it: "Then your hand...?"

"I was so scared that I accidentally broke the cup and fell again."

...a long silence.

In the middle of the night, a high school student was alone at home and cooked a pot of soup with the latest recipe developed by himself. As a result, he forgot the time because of playing games, causing a tragedy.

Bai Juan felt that the credibility of this story was no less than nonsense.

Bai Juan sighed deeply: "Don't lie to me."

Seeing his sad face, Jiang Qingyan squeezed his face with her healthy left hand.

"When did I lie to you? The doctor said that it will be fine after a few days. It's okay."

Bai Juan thought to himself, haven't you lied to me too often?

"But I asked Lao Chen for leave in the morning, and he thought I was lying to him."

Everyone will think you are talking nonsense.

Jiang Qingyan nimbly swiped open the phone with her left hand, and showed Bai Juan the thrill of the kitchen last night.

Although Bai Juan still didn't understand how Jiang Qingyan did it, he came to the conclusion that letting Jiang Qingyan into the kitchen was as dangerous as adding cold water to a hot oil pan.

However, people are fine.

"Then why is your face so ugly?" Bai Juan asked, "And what about uncles and aunts?"

While talking, the bell rang at the door, and Jiang Qingyan's order of takeaway arrived.

He said heavily, "Hungry."

Bai Juan saw that he was carrying big and small bags of fragrant things, so it must not be a big problem to have an appetite.

"My parents are 360 ​​for five days, and they are not around for [-] days."

Jiang Qingyan opened the takeaway, revealing golden fried chicken and steaming barbecue inside.

Bai Juan pushed the takeaway package aside, and pressed Jiang Qingyan's hand.

"You can't eat this."

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the chicken leg in his hand, and then at Bai Juan who was frowning. With a chuckle, he handed the chicken leg forward and stuffed Bai Juan's mouth full.

"Then I'll give it to you first."

Bai Juan's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he caught them with his hands vaguely, saying:

"That was not what I meant."

He hastily held Jiang Qingyan down again and continued to reach out the sinful hand.

"You need something light."

Jiang Qingyan still wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Bai Juan refused to budge.

Half an hour later, Jiang Qingyan sighed sadly at the bland bowl of porridge in front of her.

Naturally, this porridge was ordered for takeaway, and Bai Juan had a thorough understanding of his and Jiang Qingyan's culinary talents.

It was already midnight when Jiang Qingyan came back from the hospital last night. She went to the emergency room by herself, took a taxi back in the early morning, and slept at home all morning.

The adolescent boy has been hungry all day and can only eat porridge, which is more pitiful than the injured hand yesterday.

Bai Juan sat opposite him, gnawing mouthfuls of meat, Jiang Qingyan couldn't eat anymore.

So he asked, "You came to see me as soon as school was over?"

Bai Juan nodded while eating.

"I'm worried about you..." A person had an accident at home and no one found out.

Jiang Qingyan happily ate two more mouthfuls of porridge.

"How was the exam today?"

Bai Juan said, "Geography is a little difficult."

Jiang Qingyan stirred the porridge in the bowl: "I also want to see how much I can score in the test, what a pity.

"

Bai Juan wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"It's okay, I remembered! I brought you something!"

Jiang Qingyan remained calm on the surface, but in fact stood up with a little excitement: "What did you bring?"

Bai Juan ran to the other side, opened his schoolbag, and took out a few beautiful and brand-new exam papers.

Jiang Qingyan was a little dizzy, and smiled wryly: "I can't do the paper with this hand, and I can't hold the pen enough."

Bai Juan looked at Jiang Qingyan's hand thoughtfully: "It seems to be the same."

But Bai Juan was very smart and thought of a solution right away.

After the meal, Jiang Qingyan was clearly arranged. He sat at the desk in the study, and Bai Juan put the paper in front of him.

"You type the answer to the subjective question on the phone first, and I will copy it for you later."

Jiang Qingyan:?

Really learn the first ah.

Bai Juan didn't look like he was joking. He took out the book from the bookshelf and saw Jiang Qingyan was motionless, leaning on the bookshelf and staring at him with sharp eyes.

"I'm going to start the timer."

Jiang Qingyan held the pen in her left hand, bit the cap of the pen, and obediently put down the pen: "No need."

Only then did Bai Juan pull out the chair and sit opposite Jiang Qingyan to read a book quietly, at the same time he tapped the table lightly: "No cheating is allowed.

"

At this time, the grade group was very lively, and the answers had already been spread in every class. Jiang Qingyan felt that all kinds of temptations were beckoning to him, but he endured it and still did not open the file.

He himself was shocked by his current high level of awareness, most likely because of the great Buddha standing in front of him, Jiang Qingyan would feel deeply guilty for any small tricks, as if he would be seen through at a glance.

Time passed quietly, Jiang Qingyan turned off the phone first, finished the objective questions smoothly, then turned on the phone and opened a file to start the subjective questions.

Typing with one hand still affects the speed of his hand. He did it in a leisurely manner, and sent his document to the computer in the study as soon as he finished writing.

Bai Juan sat down and began to copy for him seriously.

Jiang Qingyan seamlessly transitioned to the next subject of politics, but now knowing that Bai Juan was reading his paper, he always felt a little distracted, and Bai Juan's sigh made him feel terrified.

I haven't felt this tense for a long time.

But Bai Juan didn't have such complicated mental activities. While copying, he began to compare his and Jiang Qingyan's answers, and he knew it well.

After copying, he logged into the social software again and directly downloaded the answers for Jiang Qingyan to correct on the spot.

Even the class teacher can't do such harsh methods.

Therefore, once Jiang Qingyan finished the political objective question, she couldn't continue.

He leaned over to watch Bai Juan correcting himself, and seeing the crowd of Zhu criticizing, he said: "Sure enough, the pain has affected my performance."

Bai Juan replied: "You didn't do it seriously at all, did you?" But I was indeed hurt by others, so I didn't criticize him too much.

"You can write the rest on the weekend, it's getting late, I have to go home."

Bai Juan closed the paper.

The hour hand has slowly moved from eight to nine, and the sky outside is already pitch black.

Jiang Qingyan said: "Otherwise, let's leave tomorrow."

Bai Juan hesitated for a moment: "I'd better go home." It's not appropriate to spend the night at someone else's house.

Jiang Qingyan looked at the leaves blown by the cold wind outside the window: "It's very cold tonight, you have to wrap your clothes tightly when you go out."

Bai Juan is indeed a person who is very afraid of the cold, and his unsteady determination has been shaken by most of it.

Go out from the warm room to feel the biting cold, and then you have to endure ten minutes.

It takes a lot of courage.

Jiang Qingyan continued: "The wind seems to be very strong tonight, be careful to blow you away."

Then he gently opened the window, and the whimpering cold wind caught Bai Juan by surprise.

Jiang Qingyan immediately closed the window again.

Bai Juan took off his coat indoors, sneezed by the cold wind, and immediately didn't want to go out again.It's just that I insisted on leaving just now, and it's hard to change my mind for a while.

Jiang Qingyan looked at his tangled expression, and said empathetically, "To be honest, or else I'd better go back tomorrow."

Bai Juan said without hesitation, "Okay."

Jiang Qingyan couldn't help laughing, but Bai Juan looked like he was afraid that he wouldn't let him stay.

It's just that the smile froze quickly, and Bai Juan immediately became serious: "If this is the case, then I will watch you write another paper."

Jiang Qingyan: ...This is not the same as the agreed development.

Jiang Qingyan frowned: "I'm so tired, I can't do it anymore." He lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Bai Juan poked his head with a pen: "Hurry up."