There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

Feng Jiayang got a headache from howling they howled, so he got up and went out to breathe.The light outside the box was dim, and the sound was loud, so he wandered around twice and had to walk towards the bathroom.

He leaned half against the window sill next to the bathroom, his dark eyes drooping lazily.

Kang Ruhui was not so kind to send him to study abroad, she was looking for him for another reason, Feng Jiayang didn't tell grandma.His wife, whom his mother found, was diagnosed with stomach cancer a while ago, and he has been alive for a few years.The old man has a listed company, three mansions and a worthless son under his name.

Kang Ruhui was afraid that if the old man let go, he would lose his property, so he thought of Feng Jiayang.He planned to send him to study abroad for two years. After returning to China, he arranged to join the old man's company and help her gain power little by little.

The more Feng Jiayang thought about it, the more disgusting he became, and he couldn't help but swear, that woman is really his own mother!

He stood at the window blowing the cool breeze for a while, and calculated that the time should be almost up, so he straightened up and prepared to go back.Before taking two steps, a drunkard came out from nowhere, Feng Jiayang was thrown into his arms, and he staggered back.

"...Fuck." Feng Jiayang couldn't hold back his foul language, "Your uncle, what did you eat to grow up?"

It fucking hurts...

Feng Jiayang steadied his steps, the culprit was still hanging on his waist.He pushed the person on him impatiently, but did not push.Feng Jiayang frowned, for a moment he couldn't understand what the idiot in front of him was going to do, so he couldn't help getting angry: "Release."

The attacker remained unmoved, with his hands tightly hugging Feng Jiaxing's waist, half bent and barely standing still.

Feng Jiayang was completely angry: "Get up, drink some fucking fake wine."

The man opened his mouth, said something inarticulately, and then retched.

Feng Jiayang was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, but the person on him followed suit, "If you fucking dare to spit on me, I'll let you go out sideways today."

These words seemed to have really worked, the person hanging on his body suddenly let go of his hand, slowly raised his head, and looked at Feng Jiayang with distracted eyes.

Only now did Feng Jiayang see clearly the person in front of him, he was fairly handsome and familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

The person in front of him didn't give him time to think, so he stood up and pushed him hard, cursing impatiently: "Get lost."

"..." Damn it, bumping into someone and swearing at them, there is no way to reason in this world.

Feng Jiayang has never suffered from this kind of dumbness since he was so old, and was about to teach him how to behave, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed by an idiot who came out of nowhere: "Brother Jia, Brother Jia, I'm really sorry, I accidentally drank it. Too much, don't be familiar with him."

Feng Jiayang turned his attention to the apologetic person. He knew this person. He seemed to be Jiang Dongnan, or Jiang Dongbei. He was the sports committee of the sixth class downstairs. They had played together a few times before.He raised his chin slightly and said disdainfully, "The person you brought?"

Jiang Dongnan nodded quickly, reached out to support the unsteady drunk, then observed Feng Jiayang's face, and tried his best to change the subject: "Brother Jia, you are also here to play, what a coincidence, let's have a ball together some other day."

Feng Jiayang is not a person who cares about everything, but being bumped and scolded for no reason makes no one happy.He glanced at the drunk, and replied unceremoniously: "Take care of him, don't come out to beat him up again."

Jiang Dongnan said "Okay" three times in a row, and then left with someone on his back.

As soon as Jiang Dongnan left, He Xi rushed over, with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't that Qi Yu? A good student also comes to the bar?"

"Qi Yu?" Hearing He Xi's mention, Feng Jiayang got a little impression of the drunkard who bumped into someone. It happened that they were assigned to the same examination room, so they were still in the front and back seats.

At the end of the exam, Feng Jiayang fell asleep lying on the paper, so that when the bell rang to hand in the paper, Qi Yu unceremoniously pulled him up, pulled out the paper, turned around and left, owed to death.

If Feng Jiayang hadn't fallen asleep, he would still be jumping here.

He Xi glanced at him and asked curiously, "What were you doing just now?"

Feng Jiayang twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked into the box, "What else can I do, that kid covets my beauty and throws himself into his arms."

"Ring, ring, ring" suddenly rang the bell for the end of get out of class in the quiet classroom.

The physics teacher, who was still talking on the podium one second, closed the book quickly in the next second: "Okay, this is the end of this class, and the class representative will go to my place to get a test paper, and I will talk about it in the next class. "

Speaking of this, the students below all said in unison, "Ah—"

"Ah, what." The physics teacher said helplessly, "One test and one run, let me remind you that last time was just a math simulation competition, not a final exam, so take your heart back." After saying this , she left with the textbook in her arms.

Speaking of last week's mock exam, the students who were still awake in the classroom suddenly regained their spirits and complained: "Isn't it just for the math competition held in the city in two months' time? Just ask Qi Yu to go, and the whole school has to be mocked for selection." .”

"There is only one person, and it is for the sake of fairness."

Someone said sourly: "The fair final result is not for Qi Yu to go."

"No." A girl seated far away echoed.

"It's hard to say, maybe it's Zhao Dongxin."

"The second child of ten thousand years? How is it possible to be joking."

Feng Jiayang lay on the last row of the classroom near the window and listened to their gossip. He was soundly asleep at first, but for some reason he suddenly regained his energy when he heard Qi Yu's name.

He moved the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't tell that the kid was quite angry.

"Zhao Dongxin is only ranked second in the total score, individual individual subjects may not necessarily be worse than Qi Yu." A girl argued unconvinced.

The people sitting around her thought for a while, and nodded to express that it made sense.

"Damn, do you like Zhao Dongxin?" A boy couldn't say it and started to change the subject.

The girl who spoke just now was slightly startled, and said angrily: "...what are you talking about, I'm just talking about the facts."

The boy was still relentless: "Yo, why are you blushing?"

"Come on, anyway, the ranking of the big list will come out soon."

At this time, a rush of footsteps came into the classroom, accompanied by a howl: "Brother Jia, something happened..."

There was no sound in the classroom for a moment, and dozens of eyes looked at the speaker in unison.

Feng Jiayang sat up, probably because he had just woken up, his hair was in a mess, and there were a few red marks on the left side of his face, making his complexion paler.

"He Xi, are you going to die?" A boy scolded in a low voice, the discussion was so intense that he forgot that the boss was still sleeping.

He Xi casually threw the physics test paper he had just retrieved on the podium, approached Feng Jiayang quickly with a bitter face, and answered the boy without looking back: "It's not that I'm going to die, it's that Brother Jia is going to die."

Feng Jiayang frowned: "You are the one who is going to die."

He Xi sat down in the front seat of Feng Jiayang, and was silent for a while to Feng Jiayang: "Brother, if I want to tell you, don't hit me."

"..." Feng Jiayang was a little impatient, "Fart quickly."

The bold students in the classroom slowly came over and listened to He Xi's gossip.

"I went to the office to pick up the physics papers just now, and I heard the old class discussing last week's math competition, saying that...there are two full-score papers."

A boy couldn't help but interjected: "Damn it, there are actually two full marks for such a difficult question. Have you heard which two masters they are?"

"You don't need to ask, Qi Yu and Zhao Dongxin." A girl chewed on potato chips.

"Exciting, there is only one place, you say who will get the two perfect marks?"

"Fuck, everything is boring, I bet on Qi Yu."

More and more people joined in the fun, "I also bet on Qi Yu."

Feng Jiayang didn't bother to talk to them, he pondered for a while and asked the key point, "Grandson, so what exactly do you want to say?"

He Xi swallowed, and subconsciously leaned back: "The two great gods, one is Qi Yu, and the other... is you."

Feng Jiayang froze for a moment, as if he didn't understand: "Say it again."

He Xi immediately changed the phrase: "Brother, you copied... last week's math competition and got a perfect score."

...Feng Jiayang himself couldn't believe that he could still get full marks in the test paper in his lifetime.

The people who had gathered in a circle to watch the excitement just now had a premonition that something was wrong, and they all dispersed as if they had made an agreement.

The squad leader came in from the outside while wiping his glasses. He couldn't see clearly but said to Feng Jiayang's position: "Brother Jia, the old class told you to go to the office now."

He Xi got up knowingly and returned to his seat. Feng Jiayang glanced at him before leaving the classroom, and said coldly: "Tell Sun Houzi to wait for me after school. If he doesn't come, I can only settle the score with you."