The whole school is waiting for my confession

Because all the attention was on Bai Juan, when the blue-haired girl realized that Jiang Qingyan had disappeared, the barbecue on the table was half empty.

The two exchanged names, and Bai Juan knew that the girl was a student from the school next door, named Song Bing.

Bai Juan was not interested in her story, so he took a book and sat opposite her to read it.

Song Bing obviously drank Coke, but he drank with the momentum of getting drunk.

She ate her mouth full of oil, waved her hand and said, "Are you listening, Bai Juan?"

Holding the book "Rashomon", Bai Juan almost buried his head in it.

Bai Juan quietly turned the page: "I'm listening."

In the smoke and fire, the tip of the tired white nose reflected a little yellow light, and the whole person was extraordinarily spotless.

"Where did I go?" Song Bing wondered.

Bai Juan said: "You ran away from home, and you were followed by someone within a few hundred meters."

Song Bing patted his thigh: "Yes! When I turned around, I saw two men following me all the way, getting closer and closer... It was late at night, and there was no one around."

Bai Juan put down the book: "And then?"

Song Bing blushed slightly: "To tell you the truth, I have studied Taekwondo for eight years. At that time, I was not afraid at all, so I ran to the intersection quickly, wanting to copy a brick or something..."

Bai Juan couldn't help feeling admiration.

"Then I ran in a hurry and bumped into a passerby coming out from the other side. He was dressed in black and was elusive."

"Is this person Jiang Qingyan?"

It's not hard to guess.

Song Bing nodded, his face full of yearning: "I didn't know his name at the time, I just thought he was handsome! I can do it! So I took advantage of the situation and asked for help, giving him a chance to be a hero."

Bai Juan said in his heart: In the middle of the night, one ran away from home and the other wandered around the streets. There was still too little homework.

Song Bing: "How about it, isn't it very special?"

Bai Juan: "Have you finished eating? The store is closing."

Song Bing wiped his mouth: "Bai Juan, I told my story, what about yours?"

"What? I don't have a story." His stories are different test papers, different books.

"Don't be so stingy, even though you are a rival in love, you can still compete fairly."

Bai Juan blinked and blinked, and it took him a long time to realize what the other party meant.

"I'm sick." He was terrified.

"You have a problem." He murmured again in disbelief.

Where did I give her the illusion?

Bai Juan felt the humiliation of answering the first question wrong in the exam.

In the end, he concluded that there were no normal people who had anything to do with Jiang Qingyan, so he sent Song Bing and others into the taxi he called.

*

On Monday morning, the air pressure in the classroom was low, many people were writing hard, and some were lying on their stomachs to catch up on sleep.

As soon as Bai Juan got his seat, he found that there was an extra bottle of hot milk on his desk. He looked around, and several classmates smiled at him.

Every morning, Bai Juan will receive a gift, everything.

Bai Juan refused to accept it at first, but after observing for a long time, he found a few girls who secretly gave things away.

But people said it was for Bai Juan to thank them for answering questions, so they threw it away if they didn't want it.

Bai Juan couldn't resist, so he only accepted some snacks.

From then on, the lovely girls fed him more and more openly, and put fruit on his table as soon as they had fruit, just like domestic hamsters.

Bai Juan pinched the milk in his palm, it was still hot, so he asked, "Shen Zhizi, did you see who gave it to you?"

Shen Zhizi replied: "I don't know, it seems to be a boy from the next class."

Hearing this, the boy in the back seat poked his head out of the pile of test papers, exaggerating: "Wow, Mr. Bai, your fan ranks have broadened again."

Bai Juan replied: "They are all classmates, maybe you can find me if you need anything."

"I'm so envious." Several boys looked at him eagerly. "But Baishen is a god, and we mortals can only look up."

Shen Zhizi was not polite: "Self-knowledge is probably your only advantage."

A few people over there were still bickering, and Bai Juan started a new round of study again.

Bai Juan is the representative of the mathematics class, and as usual, after the morning reading, he collected his homework and sent it to the office.

The teacher wasn't there in the office, but instead, there was a certain student swaggering and sitting on a chair.

He leaned against the back of the chair with half-closed eyes, his two long legs had no place to rest, one was sideways, and the other stretched out into the corridor.

Bai Juan realized that the chance of encountering Jiang Qingyan seemed a bit too high recently, so he put down his homework and wanted to leave.

The latter seemed to be in a good mood: "That day, thank you."

The enemy's road is narrow, and Bai Juan doesn't want to talk to him.

Jiang Qingyan casually flipped through the stack of homework that Bai Juan put down: "Where are you going?"

Bai Juan: "Functional model." After speaking, he closed his mouth tightly.

The math teacher just entered the door, and seeing the two talking, he couldn't help being a little surprised: "You guys know each other."

Bai Juan: "I don't know."

Jiang Qingyan: "I know."

Teacher Chen laughed: "It seems that you two have conflicts."

Bai Juan: ...I don't really want to be compared with him.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "How could it be possible that you don't know each other, the first in grade, how amazing."

Bai Juan felt that this sentence was yin and yang, and his tone seemed to be a smile but not a smile, as if he was dissatisfied.

So he took a picture of a cat and a tiger: "The second grade, yes."

This vague word "um" implicitly expressed Bai Juan's contempt for Jiang Qingyan.

But Jiang Qingyan obviously didn't hear the implication.

He heard it when he was eating barbecue that day, and Bai Juan even knew what questions he got wrong...

Bai Juan is very concerned about himself, Jiang Qingyan feels very delicate about this conclusion.

So he said: "Learn from the first grade."

Teacher Chen picked up Jiang Qingyan from the chair and said, "Very good, let's communicate together and make progress together. A good student must have a good relationship!"

Bai Juan: ...a good student who has just been punished, okay.

Teacher Chen took out two test papers from the table and handed them to them.

"It's arranged for you."

Jiang Qingyan usually does not practice, nor does she hand in her homework, she always does her own thing.

It is useless to criticize him, he can answer most of the questions at a glance.

Going on like this is not an option, so Teacher Chen, who is Jiang Qingyan's class teacher, planned to hand out papers to cover the homework.

Bai Juan's preview progress was quite fast, and it seemed that he had enough energy to learn, so Teacher Chen prepared a few more copies.

The three present all understood what was going on with the paper, and Bai Juan said, "Thank you teacher."

Jiang Qingyan thought about it: "Teacher, otherwise, I want to compare with Bai, how about it?"

"Okay." Competition is a good thing.

"Then you do a good job and I will give you grades."

Teacher Chen told Bai Juan with relief: "If other students want to do it, you can let them come to me to get it."

Bai Juan responded.

Jiang Qingyan looked at Bai Juan's test paper while walking, and deliberately provoked him: "Don't run away, this is cheating."

Bai Juan glanced at him lightly: "Even if you can't beat me."

Seeing his proud expression, Jiang Qingyan's eyes lit up: "Why don't you make a bet."

Bai Juan: "No gambling."

Jiang Qingyan: "Are you scared?"

Bai Juan: "What am I afraid of?"

This provocative method is quite effective, Jiang Qingyan recalled the barbecue that he didn't eat that day: "Well, how about a bet on the meal."

Bai Juan: "Ten meals."

Jiang Qingyan smiled unrestrainedly, and then wrapped her arms around Bai Juan's shoulders: "Okay, don't regret it!"

I didn't expect that this Xueba didn't gamble, but he gambled big when he gambled, which changed Jiang Qingyan a little bit.

It's not too annoying.

Just when the class bell rang, the two parted ways.

Bai Juan has always been very confident in his grades, and it wasn't because he was irritated by accepting the bet just now, he just couldn't stand Jiang Qingyan's foolish look.

Even the teacher can't deal with Jiang Qingyan, so let him recognize the reality.

Bai Juan was aroused by this bet for a long time, and even when he was in other classes, he was slightly distracted, wanting to pick up the topic from time to time.

The other students looked at the difficulty of the paper during the break and felt that they were unable to do what they wanted. Only a small number of top students also took it and did it.

Seeing Bai Juan's serious expression, Shen Zhizi didn't even dare to ask questions during class.

It was only during a lunch break that Bai Juan finished the topic, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He double-checked carefully to make sure there was no miscalculation before thinking about going to the bathroom.

During the lunch break, every classroom was very quiet along the way, and everyone slept on their desks.

Before Bai Juan entered the bathroom, he suddenly heard his name vaguely.

"Bai Juan... how is that possible."

"Then you are?"

Bai Juan was afraid that the people inside would be embarrassed, so he planned to wait until they finished talking before going in.

The voice inside became more and more familiar:

"You don't really think I can't beat him, do you? If I'm serious, he won't have anything to do with me."

A name slowly emerged in Bai Juan's mind.

Jiang Qingyan?

Bai Juan laughed out of anger, quite mad.

Jiang Qingyan continued: "It's so troublesome to be the first in the exam, and I have to give a speech or something."

Another voice said: "Yes, it's not troublesome to do the review."

If it was someone else, Bai Juan could still save him some face, but Jiang Qingyan didn't need it, after all, he was extremely thick-skinned.

So Bai Juan aggressively pushed the door of the men's room open.

There were several familiar male students inside, who didn't know what they were doing in the toilet, seeing Bai Juan changed from panic to relieved, and Jiang Qingyan leaned against the sink, showing a friendly smile.

"Scared me."

There was a rustling sound inside, and Bai Juan saw Jiang Qingyan quickly put the phone into his pocket.

Bai Juan asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Qingyan didn't feel the embarrassment of being caught, and said leisurely: "Go to the bathroom."

Seeing this, some of the other people took the opportunity to escape, while others were watching the situation quietly.

Jiang Qingyan said: "Little mute, you didn't see anything."

Bai Juan: "Jiang Qingyan, you are pretty self-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he sprained his foot when he stepped on the water, and he slammed into Jiang Qingyan with his whole body.

As if all movements had slowed down, Jiang Qingyan subconsciously took advantage of Bai Juan to avoid causing a greater impact.

But somehow, the plot of the idol drama fell on them impartially.

Bai Juan's mouth was printed on Jiang Qingyan's face, and the two were forced to be intimate.

After a short period of embarrassment, Bai Juan heard the sound of the flashing light, his froze brain restarted, and he took two steps back.

The back of Jiang Qingyan's head hit the wall, causing some pain.

Bai Juan's face was flushed red: "Nothing happened."

He limped and just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.

Liu Bufan looked at the precious historical images in his camera, exchanged glances with other brothers beside him, and thought in unison:

"The first grader and the second grader kissed fiercely in the bathroom. Who would believe it? Is this something mere mortals like us can see?"

Jiang Qingyan glanced at the few people who were stunned aside: "What kind of expression do you have?"

Liu Bufan said, "How do you feel?"

Jiang Qingyan: "What does it feel like?"

"How does it feel to kiss Baishen?"

Jiang Qingyan: "Isn't it just an accident? What kind of kiss is that?" Even so, he recalled it a bit, and his tired lips were soft and cool.

Liu Bufan opened his eyes wide: "How could this be an accident!"

"I could tell right away, God Bai likes you."

Jiang Qingyan was fooled into a faint: ""