The whole school is waiting for my confession

As soon as class started, Jiang Qingyan found out that he hadn't been sent an answer sheet.

He patted the front table and asked, and then a paper came from somewhere.

Just glanced at it, and he felt something was wrong.

This word, very nice, is not his.

This paper is full of answers, but it is not his.

The name is familiar, but it's not his either.

Jiang Qingyan read the Chinese paper over and over again, and asked, "Why is Bai Juan's paper here?"

The front desk shrugged, expressing confusion while praising: "However, it is still very shocking to have the opportunity to see the answer sheet of Xueshen."

Jiang Qingyan smiled: "That's for sure." This tone seemed to be the first in the exam.

He spread out the paper, and first read the composition: citing scriptures and allusions, citing extensively from sources, and being well-informed, Jiang Qingyan read it in admiration.

It was really shocking, but where did my answer sheet go?

After class in the morning, he collected a lot of Bai Juan's answer sheets, but he didn't have any.

Even Liu Bufan wondered: "You like it so much? You even steal other people's answer sheets."

"How can the matter of scholars be called stealing... Bah, where did I steal it? It's too strange, why Bai Juan's answer sheets are all sent to me."

Jiang Qingyan scratched his woolen hat.

"Nonsense, why don't you give it to me?"

Hearing the words at the front table, he carefully added the topic: "Could it be that your answer sheet is with Baishen?"

Jiang Qingyan:!

It's really possible.

At the same time, Bai Juan from the next class looked at the answer sheets piled up on the table in a daze.

"Are all these answer sheets mine?" Bai Juan glanced at it and felt something was wrong, it was obviously not his own.

Ma Zhile patted his chest and said, "I'm the Queen's answer sheet classifier, and I've prepared it a long time ago."

For each large-scale exam, the teacher has to dispatch several students to collect the answer sheets by class.

Bai Juan: "These are Jiang Qingyan's..."

"Well, yes, you used to ask me to help you get it."

Bai Juan was in a dilemma: "But..."

Ma Zhile winked: "I know, I have considered it very carefully, this time I have passed your test paper."

Bai Juan said with difficulty: "Thank you so much." After finishing speaking, he still seriously took notes on the wrong questions.

Be wrong.

Ma Zhile felt as if he had done some great favor, and this great favor was done by himself a long time ago.

So he whispered in his own tone: "Bai Juan, are you sorting out the wrong questions for Brother Jiang?"

Bai Juan: "I made it for myself."

Ma Zhile: "Then Brother Jiang knows?"

"do not know."

Ma Zhile asked again: "Then when are you going to let him know?"

This question is very level, secretive and natural, just like a teammate's encrypted conversation, without hearing the cause and effect, it is impossible to predict the development.

Bai Juan asked, "Do I need to let him know?"

As Bai Juan's career fan and new CP fan, Shen Zhizi was very worried. It happened that she distributed the answers to Bai Juan's table. Hearing this, she slapped the table.

"How can you keep him from knowing?"

Bai Juan was startled by Shen Zhizi's aura, and was suddenly persuaded: "Indeed, I was negligent. After all, it has something to do with him, so it's right to let him know."

Hearing this humble tone, Shen Zhizi wished he could go up for him.

"Christmas is just around the corner. It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. You rush that day."

Bai Juan was puzzled, does it depend on the date to send a wrong set of questions?

Before Bai Juan had time to express his doubts, Shen Zhizi suddenly fell into anxiety: "Do you need help? If you are not ready, I can give you advice."

Ma Zhile was stunned: "It's so simple, is it necessary? Monitor, you are making a big deal out of a molehill."

Shen Zhizi glared at him: "Is everyone the same as you? Don't stand and talk without back pain."

Ma Zhile was shut down.

Bai Juan said: "It's okay, I can do it."

Shen Zhizi nodded at him: "Come on."

Bai Juan and Ma Zhile couldn't figure it out. After Shen Zhizi returned to his seat, Bai Juan asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with Shen Zhizi? Why does she look so unhappy?"

Ma Zhile had a flash of inspiration: "This time the class leader slipped a place and came to fourth place. Could it be because of his grades? But the fluctuations in grades are so small, so it's not that bad."

Bai Juan immediately understood: "No wonder, she must be in a bad mood. The third and fourth are two different worlds."

Ma Zhile: Is this the world of the strong?

After lunch, Bai Juan went to Jiang Qingyan to exchange the answer sheets.

Jiang Qingyan ordered takeaway, and it's already here now, the school doesn't allow ordering takeaway, so she had to pull the fence to get it.It was freezing cold, Jiang Qingyan was not willing to fight wits and courage with her teacher in the cold wind.

So he hired Ding Yifeng with a low price of a glass of Coke and a grilled sausage.The basketball team has not practiced much recently, and he has no chance to jump up and down.

Bai Juan carried a can of chicken soup specially nourished by Bai Ma, and was about to go to the cafeteria, but was also dissuaded by Jiang Qingyan.

"I ordered two meals, you can eat together."

Ding Yifeng, who was so cold that he was almost dumbfounded, widened his eyes. I thought the double share was the care my good brother gave me.

Jiang Qingyan watched Ding Yifeng remain motionless for a long time, patted his head, and handed the Coke in the packaging bag to Ding Yifeng: "Grilled sausage next time please."

Ding Yifeng: ...

"Why don't you leave?"

Ding Yifeng swallowed, the aroma of the chicken soup that Bai Juan opened made him hungry: "Well, can I apply to exchange Coke for chicken soup?"

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said: "Haha, the nose is quite good, no."

Bai Juan watched helplessly as Jiang Qingyan sent Ding Yifeng away.

"Actually, it's okay to share a bowl with him."

Jiang Qingyan and Bai Juan walked to the empty classroom upstairs, and replied: "We can't encourage this kind of behavior of getting something for nothing, but cultivate their character of not eating what they get for nothing."

Bai Juan looked at Jiang Qingyan who was holding chicken soup with a satisfied face, and then at the table full of food. For a moment, he didn't know whether Jiang Qingyan was scolding him or me.

Jiang Qingyan took a big mouthful of the soup. This chicken soup really warms the stomach in winter, and it tastes like a happy mother: "Auntie's cooking skills are really good. Can you pass on this recipe to me?"

Bai Juan shook his head hastily: "The secret recipe is passed down from family to outsiders."

Jiang Qingyan asked: "Then it's enough to be a family member, right?"

Bai Juan was almost taken into a ditch by him: "You can't, you are not allowed to enter the kitchen."

Jiang Qingyan thought, then we can only order takeaway in our future life, how bad it is.

He changed the topic: "By the way, why have our papers been changed? Who is so boring and delays things?"

Bai Juan didn't dare to admit it for a while: "I don't know." He hurriedly lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of porridge.

"Congratulations, you got the first place again."

Bai Juan asked back, "What about you this time?"

Looking at the answer sheet, Jiang Qingyan didn't lose many points this time.

Three exams failed, and Jiang Qingyan's name fell from the top to the middle, a number he couldn't remember even at a glance.

The most exasperating thing was that Feng Guanghao, who was at the bottom of the first examination room at that time, jumped to the second place.At noon, I came to find the two of them to fulfill their wish, saying that this blessing was worthwhile, and took the opportunity to shake hands again.

Jiang Qingyan sighed: "Sometimes luck is more important than strength."

Bai Juan shook his head: "The more important thing than luck is not to seek death."

Jiang Qingyan couldn't keep this sentence in his heart, so he asked casually, "What are your Christmas arrangements?"

Bai Juan counted the time: "Christmas is Friday, and it's not a legal holiday. I must be going to school."

Jiang Qingyan: "Is there nothing else?"

Bai Juan was silent for a moment: "Do you know it's my mother's birthday?"

Jiang Qingyan: "Ah? Yes."

"My mother still talks about you all the time."

"What did Auntie say?"

"Ask how you did in the exam."

Jiang Qingyan: ...I should be able to think of it.

"I must go to congratulate my aunt on her birthday." Jiang Qingyan mentioned it vaguely, "I heard that our school has a Christmas tradition, and someone will dress up as Santa Claus and give gifts."

Bai Juan was a little interested: "What are you giving me, the test paper?"

Jiang Qingyan: "Except for you, no one should treat you as a gift."

Bai Juan pouted.

Jiang Qingyan handed him the tissue: "But there will be candy or something."

"That's not bad either."

Jiang Qingyan asked: "Is there anything you want?"

"If you want to give it away, one apple is enough." Bai Juan said as he tidied up the tableware, "I've already thought about what I want to give you."

"It's not an exam paper."

Bai tired supplement.

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Only then did Jiang Qingyan feel relieved.

After eating, Bai Juan hurried back to the classroom, not knowing how Bai Juan could find a lot of things for himself to do every day.

The classroom upstairs was only used as an examination room. Jiang Qingyan turned off the air conditioner and left, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice in the corridor.

The voice was familiar or not, and it made me want to be beaten: "Congratulations, you are the first in the exam, Xiaojuan."

Bai Juan replied, "Thank you."

Jiang Qingyan leaned against the wall and said to Ye Yang, "I passed 278 this time, why don't you congratulate me?"

Ye Yang raised his head and saw Jiang Qingyan's face turned cold.

"Come on, let's talk for a while."

Ye Yang was very timid, and when he saw Jiang Qingyan with a more aggressive hairstyle, he was even more timid.

He really didn't take the initiative to look for Bai Juan this time, he just wanted to go upstairs on the way, so he walked upstairs with a clear conscience.

Bai Juan's eyes flicked between the two of them, instinctively feeling that something was going to happen.

Jiang Qingyan gave him a comforting smile: "You go back first, it's fine."

Ye Yang kept a distance from him: "I didn't come to look for Bai Juan."

Jiang Qingyan said: "You better be."

Ye Yang: "I'm really not looking for him, I have other business."

"What can happen to you as a senior in high school?"

Ye Yang didn't answer, but he knew that Jiang Qingyan was not a well-behaved student, so he didn't rush to drive him away.

"Then there are many things you can do." He sneaked towards the men's room on this floor.

Jiang Qingyan hesitated for a moment, followed, and knew what he was here for before he entered.

A big smell of smoke.

This gang of seniors ran to seniors every day to do these sneaky things, it was absolutely amazing.