Cannon fodder please stop tea talk

The life of high school students is boring but rushing away like a big river.In a blink of an eye, Lizhou has entered winter.

Jiang Nanshu's daily schedule is not much different from previous years, except for the addition of a companion.

At this time, Class [-] of Liberal Arts, Grade [-], No. [-] Middle School.

In the quiet classroom, the tall boy sitting in the last row stood up.His sharp eyebrows were furrowed together, and they were already pressed together, but now they seemed a little bit hostile.

However, he was memorizing the text honestly.

"...Who is crying the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet."

"Very good, let's sit down." The Chinese teacher put a smile on his face and nodded with satisfaction, "Ji Fengmian has made great progress recently, keep it up."

Ji Fengmian sat down, feeling very proud.Of course, he was not proud of the teacher's praise, but because of Jiang Nanshu.

This is the result of Jiang Nanshu's guidance. Jiang Nanshu must be very happy to have such a good student.

He stood up the textbook, lowered his body, hid behind the textbook and asked in a low voice: "Hey, Jiang Nanshu, am I doing well? Are you handsome?"

Jiang Nanshu turned his face slightly, looking into Shang Ji Fengmian's eyes, he couldn't help being speechless, and didn't know what he was proud of.

It's just "Pipa Xing", and it doesn't seem to be a difficult thing to recite.

But he wasn't going to discourage the other party's enthusiasm, so he nodded slightly, "Well, very good."

Ji Fengmian is proud of the spring breeze, and it has been like this in recent days.

Since moving next door to Jiang Nanshu, he has lived a life where he can go to and from school together every day.

Although they were just riding their own bicycles, Jiang Nanshu had no reason to go to school by himself.

And the relationship between the two of them was also recognized by all the students of Fifth Middle School.

When mentioning Jiang Nanshu's friends, everyone will think of Ji Fengmian.

It's a pity that Jiang Nanshu is too obsessed with studying, except for going to and from school, he doesn't communicate much with him at other times.

For example, right now, it's obviously lunch break, Jiang Nanshu started to do papers again after lunch.

Ji Fengmian was a little bored, so he could only lie on the table and play with his mobile phone.

He opened the Lizhou Forum in a familiar place, visited it when he was satisfied, and clicked in to have a look when he saw a post about him and Jiang Nanshu.

If someone scolds someone inside, he will put on a vest and scold him; if someone praises his friendship with Jiang Nanshu, he will go to the post to agree.

In short, Ji Fengmian is very satisfied as long as he sees his name and Jiang Nanshu's name together.

"Huh? What's going on here?"

Jiang Nanshu was doing the paper when he suddenly heard an angry voice from beside him, "What's wrong?"

Ji Fengmian was a little upset, and directly put the phone on the table and pushed it over: "I don't know who released that interview."

Jiang Nanshu looked at it, and it was the same interview as before, but only later was he rejecting Mr. Fan.

The title of the post was also very eye-catching, [Fifth Middle School gods regard money as dung, 20 if you say no, just say no! 】

He glanced at it casually, lacking in interest, "I let it go before the interview, maybe it was sent by the child of a TV station worker?"

Ji Fengmian was very upset, "I'm so pissed off that I sent your interview video indiscriminately."

Jiang Nanshu was a little puzzled, "Why are you so angry?"

"What makes me angry is that these people said that you are fake and lofty. Isn't it only 20 yuan? If you refuse, you will refuse. What are these people so angry about? It's inexplicable."

While talking, Ji Fengmian clicked to the end, wanting to curse back, but found that the building was crooked.

"Jiang Nanshu, it's a good thing you rejected this man's money. Mr. Fan doesn't look like a good man."

Jiang Nanshu took a few more glances and found that someone was in the black history of Mr. Fan.

Mr. Fan started his career in real estate, but his methods of demolition were not clean. He hired hooligans to harass the house, splashed paint, hung cats to death, and even threatened and beat people in the middle of the night.

In short, not a serious businessman.

"Well, it's a good thing I didn't have anything to do with this kind of person." Jiang Nanshu was also a little thankful.

His social circle is very closed, and there is nothing more in his daily life besides studying, so he doesn't know about these local rumors.At that time, he rejected Mr. Fan just because he didn't like to have other tasks outside of the study plan and found it troublesome.

From the looks of it now, it's a good thing he didn't have anything to do with Mr. Fan, otherwise there would be more troubles in the future.

Jiang Nanshu thought that this matter was over.

Even though that post was hotly discussed on the forum, it had no real impact on his life.He even felt that after Jiang Zirui saw this post, he probably wouldn't come to harass him.

After all, the evidence for his rejection of 20 is there.

After school in the afternoon.

Jiang Nanshu still went home with Ji Fengmian, and before he knew it, it had become a part of his daily life.

At this time, New Year's Day is approaching.

After entering winter, the sycamore trees beside the road have lost all their leaves, creating a desolate scene.

The wind was already chilling. Jiang Nanshu added a down jacket to the school uniform. It was black and had no style. The only advantage was that it was warm enough.

Ji Fengmian also wore a black down jacket, which looked similar to Jiang Nanshu.

He deliberately found similar colors and styles, and good friends should wear similar clothes, otherwise, who would be able to tell their relationship?

There was only one difference between the two. Jiang Nanshu was experienced and wore leather gloves, while Ji Fengmian's hands were exposed to the cold wind.

The two were walking side by side, and the speed of cycling was not too fast, but the wind was still piercing.

Jiang Nanshu's eyes fell on Ji Fengmian's hand holding the handlebar, the protruding knuckles were blown red.

He didn't understand why Ji Fengmian insisted on riding to and from school with him, obviously he had a car and a driver.

When the weather is warm, it can be said to be fun, but when the cold wind picks up, it can only be called torture.

"Why... what?" Ji Fengmian keenly noticed Jiang Nanshu's gaze, but the words he said were scattered by the cold wind.

"Go to school by car tomorrow." Jiang Nanshu was wearing a scarf, covering most of his face, his voice was not blown away, but muffled and very soft.

Sure enough, Ji Fengmian didn't hear and didn't respond.

"Aren't your hands cold? Let me lend you my gloves." Jiang Nanshu asked again, with the same voice.

Ji Fengmian turned around, "Okay, why not, don't ride the bike tomorrow, lend me your gloves, I'll give you a ride, and then you can put your hands in my coat pocket, both of you won't be cold anymore, win-win ..."

A paragraph of words is urgent and fast, and it sounds like it has been premeditated.

Jiang Nanshu stared at it without a word, ignoring Ji Fengmian's extremely enthusiastic eyes in the bleak wind, "There is another plan, that is, you go buy a pair of gloves."

"..., that won't work, Lizhou doesn't have any gloves that I like."

Excuse.

Jiang Nanshu ignored him and continued to ride forward.

"Hey, I'm telling you a lot. With my long fingers, ordinary gloves can't be worn and they are too short." Ji Fengmian raised his eyebrows and smiled, and for some reason, his brain twitched, "By the way, people with long fingers , is also very strong."

"..."

Jiang Nanshu looked away coldly, and stopped talking about his boring topic.

Among male high school students, there are always boring behaviors that compare primary sexual characteristics, but he is not interested, and he does not understand what is going on with Ji Fengmian's sudden showing off.

Perhaps, give him a pair of gloves.

When this idea popped up, Jiang Nanshu was also taken aback for a moment, and then he accepted it naturally.

For a person who doesn't like to learn, appropriate rewards must be given to better motivate the other party.

But Ji Fengmian misunderstood, moved his hand, and pulled the distance between the two closer, "Hey, are you angry? I didn't mean it, I just had a twitch..."

After the words were spoken, Ji Fengmian felt belatedly that this seemed to be a kind of blasphemy.He didn't know why, it was obviously just a casual joke between boys.

Putting it on Jiang Nanshu, he felt that it was not suitable. Ji Fengmian's first reaction was to apologize.

Anyone who knew Ji Fengmian in Anping City would be shocked by the scene in front of him.Ji Fengmian, he's actually apologizing?Still so fluent?

Jiang Nanshu wasn't angry, "It's windy, don't you feel cold if you fill your stomach with wind?"

Hearing this, Ji Fengmian calmed down. He knew that Jiang Nanshu was not angry if he was willing to talk.

Ten minutes later, the two had arrived at the gate of Baiyun Compound.

At the door, they got out of the car and pushed in.

At this moment, if he didn't open his mouth again, he would be filled with cold wind, and Ji Fengmian couldn't help asking again, "Jiang Nanshu, it will be New Year's Day in a few days."

"Ah."

With only a few days before New Year's Day, Ji Fengmian did not plan to return to Anping City, but planned to spend New Year's Eve with Jiang Nanshu.

Neighbors, classmates and friends, it is reasonable to get together to celebrate the New Year.

"How are you going to spend New Year's Eve? How about we go to the river bank to set off fireworks?" Ji Fengmian had already made a strategy, Lizhou is the most suitable place for New Year's Eve together.

He is confident and will not be rejected.

"No."

a bolt from the blue.

Ji Fengmian asked: "Why, why? New Year's Eve, you are still planning to do papers at home, right?"

He paused, "If you have to do papers for New Year's Eve, I can also accompany you."

"No." Jiang Nanshu's answer was very official, "I have something to do on New Year's Day, so I should not be in Lizhou."

Ji Fengmian: "Where are you going?"

Before Jiang Nanshu answered, his cell phone rang suddenly.

An unfamiliar local number.

After connecting, there was an unfamiliar voice.

"Student Jiang, how did you think about what happened last time?"

Jiang Nanshu: "Sorry, who are you?"

"Hey, your little classmate is quite noble and forgets things. I am Fan Ping."

Jiang Nanshu frowned, "President Fan, I'm sorry, but I still can't accept it."

Fan Ping's voice was kind, and he didn't seem to be angry when he was rejected, "Do you think you have too little money? I admire young people like you. In this way, double it, 40."

"Sorry." Jiang Nanshu still refused.

Mr. Fan was silent for a moment, then laughed, "Heh, you are ambitious, not bad."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

After Ji Fengmian listened quietly, he sneered, "What the hell, 40 will make my Jiang Nanshu fall in love."

Jiang Nanshu glanced at him, did not pick on the inappropriateness of his sentence, but said something.

"Okay, I'm home, see you tomorrow."

He lightly brought up the topic of New Year's Day, and never told Ji Fengmian the answer.

***

Until the day of New Year's Day, Ji Fengmian failed to get his whereabouts from Jiang Nanshu.

Ji Fengmian, who was extremely depressed, didn't want to spend New Year's Eve in Lizhou alone, let alone go back to Anping City and stay alone in a house with several hundred square meters.

So, Zhao Sen and Fang Xiao rushed over from Anping City to accompany Ji Fengmian to celebrate the new year.

They came here by plane as soon as they were on vacation, and they didn't arrive until after one o'clock in the middle of the night. Naturally, they planned to sleep in the next day.

However, early in the morning, they were woken up by strange noises.

"The difficulty of the road to Shu is harder than going to the blue sky..."

Zhao Sen fell into a drowsy sleep and pushed Fang Xiao beside him.

"Hey, go and see, which idiot is reading the text here early in the morning, disturbing people's dreams."

"I'm not going, it's freezing outside, I came here on a red-eye flight yesterday to find the wind... No, this is Brother Feng's voice."

The two jumped up from the bed and looked at each other with horrified eyes.

"Go and see."

"I'm not going, you are going."

"Go, Brother Feng is clearly ill, I don't want to be beaten."

"Why don't you take a sneak peek in the courtyard downstairs?"

Reach an agreement.

The two of Zhao Sen went downstairs quietly, sneaked into the courtyard on the first floor, and then saw something that shocked each other's pupils.

Ji Fengmian, who was so cool in Anping City, never bothered to recite texts, and his grades depended entirely on science, was actually memorizing texts!

"I, am I awake, Moriko, pinch me."

Without hesitation, Zhao Sen pinched Fang Xiao's arm.

"Oh—" Before Fang Xiao could utter a scream, Zhao Sen covered her and dragged her into a corner.

The two looked at each other, squatting under the eaves, listening to Ji Fengmian stammering and reciting a piece on the difficult road to Shu.

A cold voice sounded, "Three mistakes, much better than yesterday."

"Ah, can we go for a morning jog then?"

"I'm going to go out later, I won't run in the morning."

"Oh." Ji Fengmian sighed heavily, as if he regretted not being able to run in the morning.

Fang Xiao whispered: "I'm sure, I really didn't wake up, isn't what Brother Feng hates most is jogging?"

Ji Fengmian from Anping City likes all exciting and explosive sports, but hates running, especially long-distance running that is boring and monotonous.

The two supported each other, stumbled into the house, and decided to go back to sleep and get back to the cage to wake up.

What kind of frightening place is Lizhou, which makes Ji Fengmian so abnormal.

So evil!

***

Jiang Nanshu drew the curtains and put on a set of sportswear, which was still the basic style issued by the school, light blue, without any pattern at all.

After packing himself, he took another backpack and stuffed some changes of clothes and towels into it.

This time back home, it is expected to take two days.

After Jiang Nanshu was ready, he had a simple breakfast before going out.

New Year's Day is the anniversary of his parents' death. Every year at this time, Jiang Nanshu would go back to the countryside to visit the grave.

At the beginning, his parents came back for New Year's Day and had an accident on the flight to China.Every two days, he will not be in a good mood.

Not just because of the anniversary of the parent's death, but because of the need to spend a few days with troublesome people.

He opened the courtyard door, stunned for a moment.

The person standing outside the door is his uncle.

Jiang Jianbin.