Orientation sniping

For the next period of time, Jiang Jing seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He stopped playing on his phone and couldn't sleep.In class, I stared at the blackboard with half-closed eyelids desperately.

It made the teacher think that he had written something wrong.

At the back of the classroom gathered a group of idlers, either sleeping on their stomachs or playing games with their mobile phones hidden. Jiang Jing, the only one who raised his head, stood out.

The teacher who was lecturing felt a burning gaze on him all the time. He lowered his glasses, turned his gaze to meet Jiang Jing, and asked, "Student Jiang Jing, what didn't you understand?"

Jiang Jing stood up slowly with the edge of the table, and said calmly, "I don't understand."

teacher:"……"

More than half of the class has been taught, so I can't repeat it because of him.The teacher gestured for him to sit down: "If you don't understand, think about it yourself. If you really don't understand, go to the office and ask me."

Jiang Jing nodded, and sat down calmly under everyone's surprised eyes.

As if seeing a ghost, Zhao Yu tilted his head and covered his mouth and said, "Brother Jiang, are you crazy?"

Jiang Jing gave him a sharp look and was reluctant to talk to him: "Shut up and listen to the class."

Zhao Yu couldn't believe it. Brother Jiang took some wrong medicine, and he was actually listening to class?

After class, Jiang Jing really went to the office with his textbooks. As soon as he left, the curious eyes in the class became presumptuous.

Several boys sitting around him surrounded Zhao Yu and asked, "What's wrong with Jiang Jing?"

Zhao Yu was more puzzled than they were: "I don't know."

"Aren't you on good terms with him?"

"Go away." Zhao Yu made a gesture to hit someone, "It's not that good, wait for him to come back later and ask."

About seven or eight minutes later, Jiang Jing stepped on the preparatory bell for the next class and pushed the door open.

There was an extra book in his hand, which was given by the teacher at first glance. Zhao Yu glanced at it, and it seemed to be a guide to basic math problems.

Jiang Jing slammed the book on the table, took out the English test paper from the hole in the table, and prepared for English class.

Zhao Yu was really dumbfounded now, and blatantly looked at Jiang Jing several times, wondering if he had been dropped by someone.

Jiang Jing couldn't bear his gaze, and turned his head displeased: "Are you sick?"

This familiar tone should not be dropped.

"Brother Jiang, do you really want to study hard?" Zhao Yu paused, then said cautiously, "Who stimulated you?"

Teachers and parents can't control him, and it's impossible for him to suddenly realize that it's probably someone who gave him the ecstasy soup last night.

Zhao Yu's expression turned solemn, and he sat upright and said, "What kind of method can force my Brother Jiang to be like this? Do you want to call the police?"

"Report to your mother." Jiang Jing said unhappily, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, I just want to study, okay? Don't babble, it's annoying."

Zhao Yu shut up obediently and observed Jiang Jing's class from the corner of his eye.

Sure enough, although Jiang Jing was listening to the lecture very hard, he still fell asleep while listening.

Now it's the general review stage. At least one paper is finished in a class. The teacher doesn't explain too simple questions, and the basic knowledge points are mentioned casually. Jiang Jing can't understand the difficult questions.After staying up all day, he basically didn't learn anything, the papers were messed up, and the formulas were all misremembered.

Jiang Jing buried his head in the paper, a little closed to himself.

Zhao Yu didn't have his awareness. He rushed out with the ball as soon as school was over. By the way, he made a suggestion: "Brother Jiang, you can actually ask the sophomore or freshman to borrow notes first. They are still learning the basics at this time."

After he finished speaking, he left straight away. After a while, Jiang Jing raised his head from the pile of papers, rubbed his face, thinking that he didn't know anyone who was a freshman or a sophomore...

No, I really know one.

Jiang Jing paused, thinking of a person he didn't like to see very much.

If I remember correctly, He Shiyun is doing well in her studies. Before Jiang Jing accidentally glanced at the honor roll of the senior department, He Shiyun's name was at the top.

As soon as this idea came to Jiang Jing's mind, he pulled his hair out the next second to dismiss the idea in time.

Are you crazy, ask He Shiyun for notes?

He still wants to lose face.

Jiang Jing decisively abandoned this shortcut.

Not to mention that he is studying hard now on impulse, even if he is really bewitched in the future, he will not be able to sell his face for the sake of grades.

He was ravaged by various subjects today, and there was a capitalized "haggard" on his face. Now he is annoyed when looking at the paper, and he wants to tear it up but can't, so he has to bite the pen and resign himself to writing.

A figure walked by outside the classroom, as if deliberately looking at the river view, it stopped a few steps away from the window, and tiptoed away when he was about to raise his head.

Early the next morning, Jiang Jing entered class with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders as usual. The collar of his school uniform was turned up on one side, covering his thin and clear jawline.

Last night at the bar, Ji Shurong taught him another math paper.Ji Shurong is very skillful in giving lectures. First find a typical one, teach him how to analyze the known information, and then list a few formulas for him to formulate by himself.

Jiang Jing listened to him for half an hour every day, and learned more than the whole semester before.

Jiang Jing thought that he could give him a lecture on physics tonight, but as soon as he sat down, he found a few things in the table hole.

His table hole looked chaotic, but it was in order, and Jiang Jing knew exactly where everything was.So these few books that came out of nowhere seemed particularly abrupt.

He took out a book and flipped through it. The words on the book were densely packed, and all of them were written on the basics of mathematics. He used several different colored pens, and the key points were clear at a glance.

The first page of the book should have written the name, but now it has been crossed out.

Jiang Jing sneered, held up the notebook and looked carefully at the sunlight, the words covered by the correction tape were clearly visible at a glance.

Zhao Yu was still wondering what he was doing, seeing him get up suddenly with a notebook in his hand, and asked aloud, "Why are you going?"

"Return the things." Jiang Jing left without looking back.

There was a distance between the third year of high school science building and the first year of high school teaching building. At this time, the whole school was doing self-study in the morning, and many students who came late were running with their schoolbags on their backs.

Jiang Jing ran fast with his notebook in his hand, and within 5 minutes, he was standing at the door of Class [-], Senior One.

Supporting the wall, Jiang Jing took a few breaths, grabbed a boy who was about to go in, stuffed the notebook into his arms, and said, "I picked it up on the road, and I'll give it to He Shiyun in your class."

Jiang Jing's face was quite intimidating in the whole attached middle school, the boy dared not disobey, and handed the notebook to He Shiyun as promised.

"Jiang Jing picked it up in the third year of high school and told me to give it to you."

He Shiyun was stunned for a moment, her expression obviously lost: "Thank you."

The boy didn't leave immediately, but asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Of course I do, that's her brother.He Shiyun swallowed the words that came to her lips, shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Jiang Jing didn't recognize her as a younger sister, and she didn't want to make things difficult for him.

Although very self-aware, He Shiyun couldn't help but look for Jiang Jing after school.

A few days ago, she went to the science building to find a teacher. When she passed by Jiang Jing's class, she took a look at it. At that time, school was over. She thought that she would not see Jiang Jing, but she didn't expect him to stay in the class to do homework.

He Shiyun went several times in a row, and Jiang Jing was there every time.

She saw that he was going crazy while doing the questions, and he wanted to help but didn't dare to say so, so she secretly sent these notebooks, all of which she organized by herself.

As expected, Jiang Jing returned it intact.

He Shiyun crushed the stones on the ground with her toes, and finally the sound of footsteps came from the quiet path.

With his schoolbag on his shoulders, Jiang Jing glanced at her expressionlessly before continuing to walk forward.

He Shiyun chased after her and handed him the notebook in her arms: "Brother, just take it, these are very useful."

Jiang Jing tilted his head: "Take it away, I don't want it."

He Shiyun took another step forward: "The monthly exam is coming soon, you can just look at these casually."

Jiang Jing rolled his eyes.

Since the last time he pulled his brain out to help her out, this girl's pictures have become more and more insatiable.

Jiang Jing paused and said, "You don't need to take care of my affairs, so don't bother me."

He reached out and pushed the notebook into He Shiyun's arms, and walked away without hesitation.