After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

The news that Bian Cong rose from the last to the eighth in the school spread like wildfire. Since then, the whole school has known that there is a counterattack scumbag in the second and third classes of high school.

And Bian Cong suddenly became a famous person in the school, and he could meet different people saying hello to him every day when he went to and from school.

For example, right now, a female classmate holding milk is standing in front of his desk. The girl looks a little cramped, as if hesitating to speak.

"that......"

"Is there something wrong?" Bian Cong was busy with the questions and didn't have time to look up.

"Bian Cong..." the girl gently put the milk on his table and whispered, "Can you tell me which tutoring institution you are studying for?"

"What?" Bian Cong stopped writing after hearing this, and looked up at her.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else." The girl promised.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't want to say it, the girl hurriedly added, "If it's really inconvenient, can I borrow your notes to take a look? Don't worry, I just look at it and won't take it out for copying."

Bian Cong was a little confused: "Notes? What notes?"

"No, no?"

"No," Bian Cong said, "I never take notes."

"That......"

"Actually, I haven't attended any tutoring institutions," Bian Cong said casually, "The main thing is that three-point days are bound to seven-point hard work, natural beauty and more test papers, and the grades will naturally come up."

girl:"......"

After the girl left, she realized from behind, why it sounded like a beating.

Natural beauty?

Why does this sound a little familiar?

Oh, remembered.

Fu Chenyan's original words?No experience, natural.

Gee...

I owe you a lot.

In autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and the weather is changeable, so it is easy to catch a cold.

During that time, many people in the class had a cold. Bian Cong always believed that he had a strong resistance, but he was not spared in the end.

In the morning, after eating, I drank two cold medicines and went to school.

Today's morning reading is for sister Meili, and the morning reading task is to memorize an essay in classical Chinese.

Bian started to feel drowsy after taking the medicine and reciting a few sentences. His mind was like a mess, and his whole body felt erratic.

People are getting more and more sleepy, their heads are getting more and more dizzy, and the distance between the face and the book is getting closer and closer.

But Sister Meili is still patrolling, and if she is caught, she will be punished to stand behind.

Can't sleep can't sleep.

I thought so in my heart, but my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Bian Cong called Fu Chenyan, holding on to the last bit of sobriety, "Granan, sister Meili will come and call me later."

After saying this, Bian Cong fell to the ground.

Fu Chenyan glanced at him faintly, watching his dark eyelashes lightly attached to his eyelids, he stared at the side for a few seconds, then raised his hand, and put the book on his face.

Bian Cong was struck by the sound of being slapped on the table, and before he even raised his head, he heard Sister Meili's loud and clear voice ringing in his ears: "Bian Cong stand up, get out!"

Bian Cong raised his head in a daze, muttered and said, "Teacher, I didn't sleep."

"Didn't sleep? Then why are you closing your eyes?"

"I, I'm closing my eyes and meditating."

"..."

Sister Meili didn't allow anyone to quibble, and said directly: "Don't make me any silly excuses, just go and stand behind!"

Bian Cong: "..."

Come on, stand.

Bian Cong stood up, took the book and prepared to stand in the back, suddenly remembered that he asked Fu Chenyan to call him just now, so why didn't the old bastard move at all?

Could it be that he fell asleep too?

With that in mind, he glanced to the side.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you get angry and angry.

How can I fall asleep!This guy is obviously sober!

He is now leisurely leaning on the back of the chair and flipping through books.

Bian Cong immediately became angry and asked him, "Why didn't you call me just now?"

Fu Chenyan was silent for a few seconds before looking up at him, "I didn't agree."

While his head was bouncing from now on, he pressed his temple, "What?"

"I didn't promise to see the teacher for you."

A light sentence.

Bian Cong gritted his teeth: "You fucking..."

"Bye-Bye."

"..."

"You, it's over!"

A week later, Bian recovered from a cold.

It's November and the weather is getting colder and colder.

After going through a mid-term exam in the middle, Bian rose up a few places from his grades, from No.8 in the class to second place, second only to Fu Chenyan.

His grades improved so fast, which made everyone both envious and curious.

As a result, more and more people in the class came to inquire about his learning secrets, but every time they would get a blunt answer from Bian Cong.

"Inexperienced, born."

Everyone didn't believe it at all, but they couldn't get any useful information from him, so they had to be disappointed.

On this day, Bian Cong and Fu Chenyan quarreled over a problem.

The reason is very simple, one person has different opinions, Bian Cong said it is easy to use this method, Fu Chenyan said it is easy to use another method.

The two of you said something to each other, whoever said it was right, and in the end they became more and more anxious, and almost fought.Bian Cong couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't beat him up, so he was so angry that he went directly to Brother Feng to apply for a transfer.

Knocking on the door of the office, the teacher inside was chatting.

"Bian Cong, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Bian never hesitated, and said directly: "Teacher, I want to change positions."

"Transposition?" Brother Feng stopped the pen in his hand for grading the paper, "What's the reason?"

"There's no reason," Bian Cong said, "I just want to change."

"A conflict again?"

"No."

"Why is that?" Brother Feng said with a smile, "Bian Cong, I always thought that the position I changed for you was the clearest choice. Look, your grades are improving so fast now, and Fu Chenyan must have given you help?"

"Him? Help me?" Bian Cong laughed angrily, "Teacher, without his help, I would have been the first in the exam."

"Then tell me, why do you want to change positions?"

"..."

"personality clashes."

Brother Feng: "Personality can be adjusted."

"Look at him getting angry."

Brother Feng: "Conflicts can also be resolved."

Bian Cong: "..."

"Is it okay to kill someone?"

Brother Feng was stunned: "What?"

"..." Bian Cong touched the tip of his nose, "It's nothing."

"Bian Cong, it's not right for you to have this awareness. The classmates get along with each other in the first place, so it's not okay to talk about fighting every day..."

Bian Cong: "..."

For the next ten minutes or so, Bian Cong was forced to listen to an ideological education class, and at the end, his ears were numb.

"I said you go back and reflect on it carefully. It is impossible to adjust the position for the time being. Let's talk about it after you have dealt with your emotions."

Here came a loneliness.

Bian Cong said sullenly: "Goodbye, teacher."

Back in the classroom, Bian never returned to his seat, but went to his little follower.

There was no one in the little fat man's place, and Wang Tian was secretly playing with his mobile phone in the table hole next to him.

"What are you doing?" Bian Cong leaned over.

After a while, Wuyou threw the phone in, "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything."

He straightened up, glanced to the side, saw Bian from behind, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Brother Bian, you scared me to death."

"Why? Think of me as a teacher?"

"That's right," Wuyou said, "Brother Feng likes this kind of peeping from behind the most. I don't know how many times my phone has been confiscated, and I'm scared out of my mind."

Bian Cong smiled, "Where did little fat man go?"

"Go to the bathroom."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yueban came back.

He clutched his belly, his face was a little pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"Are you tired?" Wuyou joked with a smile, "Your face is pale."

Zhang Yue came over and sat down, clutching his stomach halfway, "I can't do it, I'm dying."

"What's going on? Did you eat your stomach?"

"No," Zhang Yue said weakly, lying on the table halfway, "I had trouble digesting a few days ago, my mother gave me tea bags soaked in water, and then I didn't expect the medicine to be so powerful, so I just... ..."

Gollum.

I heard his stomach growl.

"No, no, brother Bian, I, I'm going again."

"What tea is so powerful?"

"Brother Bian, I, I'll tell you when I come back, it's over, it's over!"

After speaking, Zhang Yueban picked up the paper on the table and rushed out.

"..."

Can drinking tea make you dizzy?

What tea?

While glancing at his desk nonchalantly, he suddenly remembered something.He looked up in Fu Chenyan's direction, and then an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next day, during the break between classes, Bian Cong went out to fetch water from the excuse, and took Fu Chenyan's water glass.

"Same table at the same table, your voice is hoarse after memorizing a class of books, wait, I'll get you a glass of water to moisten your throat."

Fu Chenyan: "?"

"Need not."

"Oh, you're welcome. It's okay for people at the same table to help each other. It's okay."

At the place where the water was received, Fu Chenyan's water cup was held in his pocket, like a stolen treasure.

"Have you taken it yet?"

Zhang Yueban took out a few tea bags from his pocket, "Brother Bian, why do you want this?"

"Oh, didn't I say it, I have bad digestion."

Unpacking while talking.

"How long can one last?"

"what?"

"...No, I mean, will it work if you put one in?"

"Oh," said Zhang Yueban, "you can't drink too much of this, or it will be a day."

"That's what I want."

He quickly unpacked the three bags, and put them all into Fu Chenyan's water glass.

After filling up the water, he took a look at his cup, "Is the color a bit thick?"

"You put too much," Zhang Yueban said, "Brother Bian, your stomach can't bear it, it will hurt very much."

"It's okay, it's not me who drinks anyway."

"Ah? Then who is it for?"

While shaking the water glass up and down, "I'm at the same table."

After shaking, the color in the water glass became more intense.

What if the bastard doesn't drink?

"Hey, little fat, what does this taste like? It won't taste bad, will it?"

"No, it's just the taste of ordinary tea."

"Really?" Bian Cong unscrewed the lid of the cup and smelled it, "It smells like tea."

Then, he took a sip and clicked his mouth.

Zhang Yue was dumbfounded: "Brother Bian..."

He didn't taste anything, so Bian Cong took another big sip. After swallowing, a strong tea smell filled his mouth.

"It does taste like tea."

Zhang Yueban: "..."

"Brother Bian, you, you,"

"What am I doing?" Bian Cong screwed on the lid of the cup.

"Why did you drink?"

"I'll taste..."

After knowing it, I felt that the taste in my mouth was not right.

"Grass!! Me?! I drank it? I drank this thing?!"

Zhang Yue nodded halfway, and did not forget to add to him: "I took two sips."

"Fuck!!!"

Bian Cong immediately prepared to pick his throat.

"Brother Bian, don't want it," Zhang Yue half stopped him, "You can't vomit here."

"Xiao Pang, tell me," Bian Cong said with trembling hands, "This tea doesn't work that well, does it?"

"Brother Bian, which varies from person to person, I, I don't know either."

"..."

Fine!

Bian Cong clenched his water glass tightly, looking like a brave man who died bravely.

There is a way to kill the enemy called

perish together!

Back in the classroom, Bian Cong put the water glass on Fu Chenyan's desk.

"Drink."

Fu Chenyan looked up at him, but did not respond.

"Drink."

"What's this?"

"Just...tea, tea for you."

"Don't drink."

"Why don't you drink?!"

"do not like."

"..."

"You have to drink it if you don't like it!" Bian Cong unscrewed the lid of the cup for him, and put it in front of him, "I made this for you with my own hands, you must drink it!"

"why?"

"Because, because," Bian Cong felt guilty, "Because I saw that you were sleepy last class, so I want to make a cup of tea to wake you up."

"......"

Fu Chenyan looked at him with an expression that seemed to say: Do you think I'm stupid?

Bian Cong blinked twice, and rolled his eyes.

"Fu Chenyan! Let me tell you, don't be ignorant! I worked so hard to make tea for you, but you still don't appreciate it?!"

"Didn't you do it voluntarily?"

"I, I, I," Bian stuttered from guilty conscience, "Didn't I listen to Brother Feng and want to get along with you for a while, but you don't appreciate it, okay! Let's fight!"

Fu Chenyan: "..."

"Are you a primary school student? Open your mouth and shut your mouth and fight?"

"Then you drink it! If you don't drink it, you are sorry for my heart!"

Fu Chenyan had no choice but to take a sip from the cup.

"Why? Perfunctory me, drink more, gulp!"

"..."

Fu Chenyan took a big sip.

"Drink more, drink more and you won't be sleepy in class."

Fu Chenyan glanced at him and took another big sip.

Bian Cong was smiling: "How does it taste?"

Fu Chenyan wiped the water from his mouth, "It's not that good."

The class bell rang. This class is an English class, and the task is to do the test paper by myself.

While reading and comprehending random articles, he kept observing Fu Chenyan's movements.

Gollum.

His stomach growled.

It's started!

Bian Cong covered his face with a book and snickered.

Gollum.

Again.

Fu Chenyan frowned, covering his stomach with his hands.

Hahahahahaha! ! !

Bian Cong covered his face with a book, and saw that Fu Chenyan's face became more and more ugly.

After a few minutes, he got up and went to the podium, and then, out of the classroom.

After 5 minutes, the person came back.

"Are you okay?" Bian Cong asked caringly.

Fu Chenyan's nose was dripping with sweat, but he didn't speak.

Gollum.

"Pfft—" Bian Cong laughed.

Fu Chenyan glanced at him, got up to the podium, and then left the classroom.

After 5 minutes, the person came back.

Gollum.

Repeat the action just now.

Go to the podium, out of the classroom.

After repeating it five times in a row, Fu Chenyan couldn't do it anymore.

He came back and lay down on the table with the back of his head facing the side.

"At the same table, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Bian Cong asked in a soft voice, "Would you like some water?"

silence.

Gollum.

Bian Cong just wanted to laugh, but before the smile appeared on his face, he felt something was wrong.

Why does my stomach suddenly hurt?

Gollum.

Hearing the sound, Fu Chenyan turned his head to look at him, then his eyes moved down to his stomach.

Gollum.

Bian Cong: "..."

In the next 10 minutes, Bian Cong and Fu Chenyan went to the toilet one after another.

The two of you go and I go back, and neither will delay the other.

"Brother Cong," Jiang Hao'an from behind patted him, and said with a smile, "You two at the same table have such a good relationship, you both have troubles together."

While his stomach was hurting badly, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Get out!"

The two of them ran to the toilet all this class, and they finally had a chance to meet after class.

Like two dehydrated fish, the two lay on the table, looking at each other face to face.

"You..." Fu Chenyan held his stomach, breathing weakly, "What did you drink for me?"

"diarrhea......"

Gollum.

"medicine."

"Then you..." Fu Chenyan paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Why..."

"This is called..."

He picked up the paper towel on the table and hugged it in his arms, "Injury to the enemy, one thousand,"

"Self-destructive..."

"Eight, eight hundred."

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The author has something to say:

It is wrong to follow the behavior of classmates!can't study

Be friendly with each other at the same table~