I attacked the god of learning

I rely on...

Isn't this voice simple?

Cheng Xinglin subconsciously looked at the honor column next to him, and found——

Oh, it’s okay, it’s not the pictorial that can talk.

and many more……

That's not the pictorial talking, but who is talking?

"If I remember correctly, he seems to be confessing to me, right?"

As if to let Cheng Xinglin find him, that cold voice spoke again.

Getting closer.

Not big, but with a sense of oppression.

Cheng Xinglin looked to the left where the voice came from, and finally saw——

The one who was still on the poster just now, and the one who entered the IMO national training team, Jian Xing, the god of learning in their school, is walking towards him step by step.

Jane walked to a place less than one meter away from Cheng Xinglin, raised her eyelids to look at Cheng Xinglin, then turned her head, looked coldly at the three people who were still jealous of Cheng Xinglin just now, and asked:

"He didn't confess to you, why are you so excited?"

Cheng Xinglin stared blankly at Jian Xing's back.

——Is this person’s walking also calculated by a formula?

Otherwise, how could it be just right to stand between him and the three people who provoked him just now?

"No...it's not Jane God, we just have a friendly exchange with him..."

"I believe my ears heard correctly." Jian Xing said, "Or..."

Jian Xing looked up at the surveillance not far away, and asked: "The surveillance here is radio, let's check the surveillance?"

The young man who had been flaunting his power just now froze in an instant.

"Then if I heard correctly, I have a few words to say to you." Jian Xing said lightly, "Maybe you don't know clearly, but - liking, and being liked by others are both very good, very good things. happy thing."

"Jane... God Jane."

The young man was fair and fair, with a light bangs hair, and now his eyes were filled with tears, making him look very weak.

Cheng Xinglin poked his head out quietly, and said in his heart, oh, I feel pity for seeing it, and I couldn't help but tell Jian Xing to stop talking.

But Jian Xing didn't care whether he covered his tears or not.

Jian Xing: "So - he likes me, I don't feel disgusted, I just feel very happy."

"On the contrary, it's you who maliciously speculate on your classmates and bully others, which makes me feel...disgusted."

The boy is really crying now

Big tears fell from his eyes, it was like pear blossoms with rain, full of styles...

"If liking is a good thing, then I too... I too..." The young man tried to play the emotional card, but he was interrupted by Jian Xing before he could finish his sentence.

"Student, what good thing in this world would make you hurt a classmate who has nothing to do with you?" Jian Xing said lightly, "After using this method, you still say you like it. I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

The boy was so embarrassed by Jian Xing, he turned around and wanted to leave crying.

"Wait a minute." Jian Xing called him to stop.

With tears in his eyes, the young man turned his head back with a little expectation.

But Jian Xing turned sideways, pointed at Cheng Xinglin who was blocked by him just now, and said to the boy, "Apologize to him."

·

The boy was hoping that Jian Xing would say something to him.

Hearing this sentence, I couldn't even cry.

On the contrary, Cheng Xinglin snorted instantly, raised his chin, and said to the young man, "Yes, apologize to me."

juvenile:"……"

no? ?What the hell is this guy.

How can you still be so arrogant at this time? ? ?

But no matter how much Cheng Xinglin snarled, Jian Xing just stared at the boy coldly.

In the end, the boy could only lower his head to Cheng Xinglin with red eyes, and said viciously, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay." Cheng Xinglin was in a good mood, put his fingers together on his temples, and flew out to salute, "I forgive you."

Cheng Xinglin hummed: "Salute, shake hands, we are still good friends."

juvenile:"……"

The young man didn't want to deal with a breed like Cheng Xinglin, so he apologized and ran away quickly with his two friends.

Looking at the backs of several people, Cheng Xinglin clapped his hands relaxedly, and turned sideways humming the tune "I'm not a kid".

Just as he turned sideways, he bumped into Jian Xing who was standing straight to the side.

Jian Xing looked at him coldly, and said, "I don't agree with his evaluation of your appearance. It's just an interpretation based on an aesthetic system, but beauty is diverse."

Cheng Xinglin: "...huh?"

Cheng Xinglin suddenly realized.

Jian Xing discusses the aesthetic system in an academic manner.

As if... was trying to comfort him?

Cheng Xinglin looked up at Jian Xing.

Chongqing is a land of good geomantic omens. April is as hot as summer, and cicadas sing in the small forests.

Perhaps because it was too hot, Jianshen changed into a short-sleeved school uniform today.

The wind blew up the hem of his white shirt a little, and the last light of the campus afternoon fell on Jian Xing's shoulders.

Deep and shallow, it actually outlines the summer atmosphere in this picture.

That's the kind of atmosphere that is especially suitable for a relationship.

Although Jian Xing still had that expressionless cold look.

But the little deer in Cheng Xiaoba's heart, who was still shy just now, jumped up in an instant.

Although...the man rejected himself four 10 minutes ago.

Although, there is indeed a huge gap between myself and him.

But he also appeared when others talked about himself.

Refute their words, let them apologize to themselves, and comfort themselves.

So even if it's one ten thousandth, is it possible... Jian Xing is, like yourself a little bit?

Is it possible that I still have a chance?

Cheng Xiaoba, whose heartbeat was so fast that he almost fainted, suppressed the raging thoughts in his heart, seized the time before Jane walked and said, "That, God Jane."

"Ok?"

"Do you... drink water?" Cheng Xinglin asked after deliberation.

The answer to this question is very simple, there are only two possibilities: "drink" and "not drink".

But after hearing this question, Jian Xing was silent for more than a minute.

Standing in front of Jian Xing, Cheng Xinglin was so silent that he felt uncomfortable.

It feels like the legs are not legs and the arms are not arms.

Just when he wanted to speak to break the deadlock, Jian Xing said first: "Student Cheng, is that right?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Ah, yes to me!"

"I don't know if you will be sad if I say that." Jian Xing said, "But there are some things that I have to make clear."

"……what."

"I said just now that it's a pleasure to be liked by you." Jian Xing said slowly, "This 'you' doesn't refer specifically, understand?"

"..."

"What I mean is..." Seeing that Cheng Xinglin didn't answer, Jian Xing wanted to explain again.

Cheng Xinglin raised his hand, rejecting his move.

"No, there's no need to talk about Jianshen, I understand, I understand what you mean, I really understand!"

What Jian Xing means is.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with "one liking another".

Even if two people have very different grades, very different looks, and completely different life trajectories.

But the emotion of "like" is always beautiful.

But goodness is one thing.

Jian Xing doesn't need this beauty, nor does she want to have it.

The sunset finally faded the last light.

The little summer breath in the grove dissipated.

The whole forest instantly cools down.

Cheng Xinglin looked up at Jian Xing, but he couldn't see the slightest sign of coldness.

It's just right.

"There's no misunderstanding." Cheng Xinglin stretched his arms, "Before, just, when we were outside the classroom, you made it very clear..."

Cheng Xinglin: "You just love studying."

Jian Xing: "Yes."

"Anyway, thank you for today's matter." Cheng Xinglin smiled, but it was a bit reluctant. "If it wasn't for you yelling at the injustice on the road, I would go to the Academic Affairs Office again."

Cheng Xinglin picked up his phone and glanced at the time.

"Then, God Jane who loves to study, there are 3 minutes left, go back to study by yourself at night?"

"I don't need to study by myself at night." Jian Xing said.

Cheng Xinglin: "..." Okay, this is the competition class.

Cheng Xinglin was a little flustered, raised his head and waved at Jian Xing: "Then I'll go back."

Jian Xing put one hand in his pocket and waved to him.

Cheng Xinglin took a few steps forward, feeling a little sore.

He suddenly heard the beeping sound from the vending machine behind him, turned his head, and found that Jian Xing had just grabbed a bottle of Coke.

"It's just... I don't want to drink water." Cheng Xinglin thought to himself.

·

Cheng Xinglin felt so uncomfortable that he didn't want to go to evening self-study tonight.

But in the end, he wandered around the playground, and when he heard the bell for evening self-study, he obediently went upstairs and returned to their class on the second floor.

Although Cheng Xinglin is the bully of the school, he is in charge of the gangsters in the three streets, and lives a life of "licking blood with the tip of a knife" by catching cats and sterilizing them.

But he will still listen in class.

The grades are not good, but they are not as exaggerated as some novels, and they are directly down.

To be honest, it’s actually not easy to take the test.

It must be true that you can't write a single question in order to get such an astonishing score.

Cheng Xinglin was nothing more than having something to do after class, so he did few exercises.

But the results can still reach a middle school ranking in the whole school.

Cheng Xinglin just walked to the door of the class, and heard the class ignoring the noise of the bell, just about to go in, when his neck was hooked back, and he was pulled into an embrace mixed with violets and musk.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Linlin from our class?" A careless voice appeared next to Cheng Xinglin's ear, "I told you, you have such a pretty face, don't keep covering it with a mask, take it got it."

The owner of this voice grabbed Cheng Xinglin's mask and wanted to take off his glasses, but Cheng Xinglin held down his fingers.

"Teacher You." Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath and asked, "Do you have anything to do?"

The person who haunts him is called You Huai, who is their head teacher.

A standard scumbag face, so handsome that the world is angry.

Although the teaching business is extremely poor, but the family background is excellent, mainly because the relationship with the education committee and the principal is very strong.

So although he is very unreliable, he can still get a job as a head teacher in their school.

Although it is the head teacher of the worst class.

In fact, Cheng Xinglin would not be in the worst class in terms of grades alone.

but……

Who made him a "school bully"?

"Little Xingxing, why are you so vicious! The teacher is caring for your love!" You Huai pushed Cheng Xinglin's hand away, and took off his glasses, "Look, you look so good--and then you Make your bangs thinner, you will be the school grass tomorrow, okay?"

The class bell has been ringing for 3 minutes, and the class teacher is dragging me to explain my appearance outside?

Cheng Xinglin often suspects that this teacher must really have gone swimming in the Huaihe River, and forgot to wear earplugs, causing his brain to flood.

"If you dress up as I said and then confess to others, let alone Jane, I think Jane can't do it."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath and glared at You Huai.

You Huai was not angry either, he laughed and hooked him even tighter.

"Okay, okay, first love usually ends without a problem." You Huai said, "Teacher has wine, let's go get some?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"Don't bring up the past, life has been full of ups and downs, even if the memory is bad, love and hate are still in my heart."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin took off You Huai's hand from his shoulder, turned around to look at Teacher You, and said earnestly: "Mr. You, next time you go swimming, you should wear earplugs."

Don't get your brains flooded.

After saying this, Cheng Xinglin patted You Huai's hand, and then entered the classroom from the front of the classroom.

Just kidding, the head teacher even invited him to the office "Life has been stormy", so does he still need to sneak in through the back door.

However, the moment Cheng Xinglin appeared at the door, the class that had been in a row because of playing King of Kings and Miracle Nuan Nuan just now quieted down instantly.

Everyone watched Cheng Xinglin walk from the door to his seat, took out the Chinese exercise book, and started writing from the simple ones.

As soon as Cheng Xinglin took out the Chinese exercise book, the boy sitting at the table in front of him turned his head.

The boy's name is Hang Yitong. He is a rich second generation who owns a mine. He is usually ignorant and only loves to gossip.

Occupying a geographical advantage, he has a good relationship with Cheng Xinglin.

"Brother Lin." Hang Yitong called him.

"Let go." Cheng Xing didn't even look up.

"That's right, I heard you confessed to Jian Xing?"

"..." Cheng Xing paused, looked up at Hang Yitong, "Why do you know again?"

Hang Yitong: "Damn... Who else doesn't know this, the walls of the campus are covered with confessions."

Oh, well, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.

Cheng Xinglin looked annoyed, lowered his head and was about to continue his Chinese homework, and then Hang Yitong asked: "Then... the final result, is it really the same as what is said on the wall?"

Cheng Xinglin paused again, and asked, "What happened on the wall?"

"Uh, that is to say, you..."

Cheng Xing paused and looked up at Hang Yitong, only to find that almost the entire classroom was looking at him.

He was in a bad mood, but he still answered Hang Yitong: "Yes."

"He rejected me." Cheng Xinglin said coldly, "That's it, don't ask."

"Damn it, why should he?" The short-haired grandfather T who was listening to the gossip next to him became angry.

"As the school bully class, I think we can drag Jian Xing to beat him up." Grandpa T's girlfriend also stood up immediately.

"Who is dragged here for a beating? It's wrong to beat someone, it's a crime, you know?"

You Huai walked into the classroom and threw a stack of books onto the podium.

You Huai, who was unreliable just now, showed the majesty of the head teacher, and pressed his hands on the podium: "Sit down quietly, don't waste your time playing games!"

Well, this class of style can be described with the word "purge"!

Under the advice of the class teacher, everyone suppressed the suggestion of beating Jian Xing and started the game of bowing their heads.

Hang Yitong still wanted to say something to Cheng Xinglin, but Cheng Xinglin held up the Chinese exercise book to keep himself and Hang Yitong away.

Cheng Xinglin suppressed the annoyance in his heart and finished his Chinese homework, took out his math homework, but only felt that Tan Jianti knew him, but he didn't know Tan Jianti (tan)

Cheng Xinglin tried to draw a few coordinate axes, but in the end he could only admit that his understanding of trigonometric functions was limited to odd and even invariant, and the symbols looked at quadrants.

Throwing aside his math homework irritably, Cheng Xinglin didn't hold back in the end, and turned on his phone to browse space.

Then I found that there was no such thing as a confession wall in my space.

"Hello." Cheng Xinglin kicked Hang Yitong in front of him.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin." Hang Yitong immediately turned his head, "What's the matter?"

"Confession Wall Penguin, give me a push."

"Oh……"

Hang Yitong seemed a little reluctant, but due to Cheng Xinglin's majesty, he still pushed the number to Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin added a confession wall, and every time he scrolled down, he was talking about him.

Some joked and confessed to him, a warrior.

There are sour and mocking him.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin upset - he didn't like to draw attention from others, but this time he was indeed too impulsive.

Cheng Xinglin slid down again, and when he saw a screenshot of the chat, his hand finally stopped.

Someone asked Jian Xing if someone had confessed to him this afternoon. Was this someone Cheng Xinglin from Class 27, Senior One?

Jian Xing replied a few sentences.

The first sentence: [related to you? 】

The second sentence: [No comment. 】

A question mark and a full stop blocked the words of the troublemakers.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the question mark and the period.

After watching for a long time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class before I realized it.

Xueshen's business-like cold tone was almost as cold as when he rejected him.

It matches the handsome and majestic kitten on his head very well.

But when this kind of cold faces the outside.

Cheng Xinglin, however, had a feeling that he was being protected.

"Hey……"

Protect others calmly.

Make others like you more calmly.

To put it bluntly, it is impossible for us to...

Cheng Xinglin watched it several times.

His eyes were so sore that he lay down directly on the table.

Jian Xing is a person who really knows everything except that he doesn't like him.

Hang Yitong has been paying attention to his every move, and when he heard him lying down, he immediately turned around and asked, "Are you all right, Brother Lin?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin looked up from the table, "I'm going out to buy some water."

"Oh, together?"

"I go by my own."

Cheng Xinglin said, and pressed Hang Yitong's shoulder.

I went out by myself.

Their school's logistics service is very good. There are vending machines on every floor. Cheng Xinglin put a water bottle. He just walked in front of the vending machine. The everlasting polo shirt.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

What a big deal to jump over the wall. I even chased after class after class. Why didn't I...

Cheng Xinglin suddenly realized——

That's right, if it wasn't like this before, it means that coming to him this time is different from before.

what can bother him

With the sensitivity of this moral education director, no disturbance in the campus can escape his eyes.

Give them a brief confession to their most important genius, and disturb others' study.

Why don't you look for him from the moral education director to the principal later?

Especially... the director of moral education couldn't understand him.

In fact, with his grades, he wouldn't be the worst in the class.

But the director of moral education once caught him with the gangsters outside the school "helping the old lady to cross the road"

Then I put him in the last class on the grounds of "I don't know what to do outside" and "It will destroy the style of study and class".

Cheng Xinglin was most annoyed to go to the teacher's office, because there was no place to stand or sit.

This time it's even more troublesome, the moral education director doesn't know how to make a name for it, and finally give him a punishment.

But it's useless for him to bother, because the figure of the moral education director is getting bigger and bigger.

Cheng Xinglin sighed, turned to look at the director of moral education, and was mentally prepared to accept all kinds of criticism.

The director of moral education was not polite to him either. As soon as he came over, he hated iron and steel: "Look at your hair!"

Cheng Xinglin: "...?"

Director of Moral Education: "Boys, if you keep a younger sister's hair, you can pinch your back. Do you think this is plausible? Who would like this hairstyle..."

Cheng Xinglin: "...?"

Is the world crazy or is he crazy?

The director of moral education also realized that he had said something that should not be said, shut up immediately, and finally said: "Anyway, it is your hair, hurry up and rectify it! No sideburns, no tails, I will check it at school tomorrow, if it is still the same, you Don't let me in!"

After saying this, the moral education director looked Cheng Xinglin from top to bottom.

It seemed that he still wanted to find fault with his attire, but in the end, he kept things simple and only found fault with his hair before leaving.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the back of the Director of Moral Education who said "it's all done, but the merit and fame are over".

I didn't want to understand at all.

After buying two bottles of water, Cheng Xinglin returned to the classroom, and threw one of the bottles to Hang Yitong.

"Wow, thank you Brother Lin."

"No thanks, Penguin." Cheng Xinglin briefly explained why he bought water, then sat down and twisted open the soda bottle with a puff.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't hold back, and said to Hang Yitong: "I encountered a strange thing."

"What?" Hang Yitong immediately turned his head.

"I just met the director of moral education. He didn't mention my confession, but only my hair."

Hang Yitong: "Ah..."

"Tell me, doesn't he know about this?" Cheng Xinglin rubbed his ruddy lips over the mouth of the bottle, and murmured, "It shouldn't be - isn't he able to dig out love letters hidden ten meters underground? I don't know." Is my matter reasonable?"

"Of course it's unreasonable!" Hang Yitong became excited, "So there is something hidden in it!"

"...What secret?"

"If you ask me, I'm asking the right person." Hang Yitong said, "Because Jianshen went to intercede for you."

"...Jane?"

"Is there another Jane god in our school?"

"No, he interceded for me...?"

"Yeah." Hang Yitong said, "Didn't I deliver something for Teacher You today? After stuffing a few mouthfuls of food, I hurried there. As a result, when I went to the administrative building, I saw Jian Shen go in."

"You said that I can not follow to see!"

"Then I heard Jianshen and the director of moral education explain that he was not disturbed, and that the feelings he had when he was a student were very pure and precious. Hey, he said it very well. I can't say what he said. Anyway, the main point is, the director of moral education Don't punish you, if you want to punish, he will take the blame together."

"So I wanted to tell you just now." Hang Yitong said cautiously, "You still have hope..."

"That's right, this is not a big hope!" Short-haired T popped out quickly. .

"Wuwu, Jian Shenren is good, so why don't you put on a sack and beat him up." T's girlfriend also came over with a sob.

"I think, Jane God may still like you a little bit." Hang Yitong concluded in a low voice.

Cheng Xinglin covered the Coke and put it back on the table.

When it was placed on the table, the bottle vibrated, and a lot of bubbles came out. Looking through the Coke bottle, the whole classroom was shaking, which was more beautiful than the real world.

A little bit.

Will there really be a little bit of it?

Cheng Xinglin picked up the math questions, and calmly continued to do multiple-choice questions.

It seems that the Tanjian body and Quo Sein, who were still messy just now, are not that complicated anymore.

This night, Cheng Xinglin miraculously brushed up all his homework.

It's not that I can do everything, but at least I have done everything I can do, and I have actively thought about what I can't do.

Cheng Xinglin didn't leave after the evening self-study, he kept thinking about the last physics problem so much that he couldn't think anymore, he copied the problem after going to solve it, Cheng Xinglin turned off the lights and walked out of the empty classroom.

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to go down the stairs, he suddenly saw Jian Xing walking down a flight of stairs.

Perhaps hearing the voice, Jian Xing raised his head slightly.

"That..." Cheng Xinglin patted his head, "Just leaving?"

"Well, I did a math problem for a while."

They are all in the IMO national team, and they also do math problems, so strong.

It doesn't feel like summer at night, but standing under the light, Jian Xing looks taller and more handsome.

He thought of that little hope.

Think of the bald head of the moral education director.

"Jian Xing." Cheng Xinglin gripped the Coke bottle tightly, his palms were sweating, and he was very nervous, "Can I ask you a question..."

Jian Xing frowned, but said, "Well, let's ask."

"We...are there really no possibility? Even if there is only a little bit, it is still possible."