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Who?

Empty tables and chairs, white walls, Xie Lin opened his mouth for a while, then turned his head to look at the young master, feeling a little dazed for a while.

"Just my uncle," came the voice of a chicken boy behind him, followed by an echo: "Of course it's Jiujiu."

The back door of the big break was wide open, and the trainees came again.

Wu Yiming folded his arms proudly, and leaned against the door frame. Chen Xi put an arm on his shoulder. Both of them appeared on the stage in handsome and eye-catching postures, especially Chen Xi, who had a slight smile in his eyes and a bright gaze. According to the temperature and viscosity, it walks on Xie Lin's body.

Looking at it so openly and shamelessly, Xie Lin would definitely react in the past, either cursing or attacking, but now he doesn't care about it at all, and there are four big words in his mind for a long time:

The god of learning is alive.

Or a student god who can doodle? ?

The key is that the god of learning sleeps at home, Keke full marks.

Gritting his back molars, Xie Lin knew that he was not graceful, but couldn't help squeezing one out from between his teeth, fuck.

"You, what you said has long passed, and he can't get this score now..." A thin female voice squeezed in.

Maybe it was to fight for the injustice of the same table, or maybe it was just not used to the arrogant faces of this group of people, the female student in the front row turned around and spoke.

The young master glanced at the girl impatiently, went up and pushed Jiang Xiaolong who was sitting next to her: "Take care of your wife, what's wrong with you?"

The female classmate blushed instantly, angrily reprimanded the young master for not speaking human words, and stood up to leave. Xiaolong turned into a little dragon at this time, followed behind him with a playful smile and coaxed them, and both of them left the classroom.

The three-acre land at the back door was finally cleared.

This class is still a shift, and no one asked why Lin Jiuxin didn't come today. It seems that the group has communicated. Xie Lin pointed to the empty space next to him: "How much did he take at the end of the last semester?"

"Oh." The young master sighed first.

Wu Yiming sat down on Lin Jiuxin's seat and lay down on the table, while Chen Xi returned to his original position and stuck it to the door frame.

"It's almost not enough for 555," the young master put his trouser pockets in his pocket, rubbing his head down with the soles of his shoes: "I was fine in the middle of last semester, but the next two monthly exams were worse than the first, 685, 614. At the end of the semester, I completely stretched my hips. I left with a cigarette card.”

The score was accurate to the single digit, and Xie Lin looked at the young master with a strange look in his old mother's worried tone.

"He's my uncle's fan, just my uncle's Xueba side," Wu Yiming made a note for the son, so as not to scare Xie Lin: "Don't talk about the last semester, since he sat at the same table as my uncle, he has recorded every test score of my uncle. .”

"Didn't he sit here before?" Xie Lin thought that Lin Jiuxin had been monopolizing the back door all along, so he was blessed.

In the class in his hometown, he was the chosen one if he could sit by the door or alone. The door at the back was well ventilated and he was happy physically and mentally. He had better terrain conditions than others for doing anything—knowing the teacher’s situation in the corridor at any time. movement and whereabouts.

In short, as soon as they arrived at the seat, everyone chanted mantras in their hearts and prayed to the gods from all walks of life. Xie Lin had been hit a few times by himself. Fortunately, he also had two generals who had a height advantage, Li Dong and Zhao Xiao.

Whoever gets the throne will dedicate it to him in return for his work.

The wandering thoughts were pulled back by Wu Yiming's sigh.

"How could it be possible for someone like Uncle to be thrown by the teacher into an inconspicuous corner from the very beginning, with gray hair and long hair," Wu Yiming spoke with his chin resting on the back of his hands, and there was boundless silence in his eyes: "Thinking about the glorious days before, how awesome and shining ..."

The god of learning in this world, fell in one day.

Kyushu is sad, and the people are mourning.

……

"Hey, don't you want to steal two pieces of uncle's hair and put them in the altar of Xueshen you invited?" Wu Yiming suddenly turned his head and asked the son beside him, "Did you pull it out?"

Xie Lin: "..."

The young master lowered his voice, afraid that the walls might have ears: "Shh, don't be so loud, you can't let so many people know about Xueshen, how can Xueshen control it?"

"Stop fucking nonsense! Is it useful or not?!" Wu Yiming probed to Xie Lin's side, getting closer to the young master: "I'll pull out two if it's useful."

"It's useless." The young man shook his head.

"Is it not enough offerings? Are you full of incense?" Chen Xi also participated in the discussion, sticking his head in.

"I cut a handful with scissors while Brother Nine was asleep!" The young master objected, "Try entering the corridor of my house, it's like entering the Great Depression, it smells like incense..."

"Shut up, okay?" Xie Lin couldn't listen anymore, what kind of shit is this group of people.

Several people were silent.

"His score dropped suddenly?" It sounds so mysterious. Xie Lin has never seen someone who doubled his credits overnight, and he also doesn't think there are people who hit the slide for no reason, but it doesn't rule out the kind of people who are broken in love and looking for death...

"That's right! He also suddenly fell asleep in class and has nothing to do to draw! Really think that sleeping can get full marks in the exam?! Can you get a ranking in painting?! Who can understand him!" Mentioning this, the young master became angry: "I want to grow his head, cramming knowledge points for myself 24 hours a day without sleep, and frantically brushing papers and quizzes, isn't he the first grader?!"

"There must be something wrong with Jiujiu," Chen Xi said, "He's not that kind of person."

Xie Lin glanced at Chen Xi.

It happened that the other party was also looking at him.

Under the impact, Chen Xi's eyes were unpredictable, first he stared straight at Xie Lin, then shyly avoided, finally bit his lip and peeked over, even if Xie Lin looked away, he couldn't restrain himself, Keep staring at him.

His gaze changed from warm to hot, and kept heating up.

After a while, Wu Yiming and the young master were chatting nonsense, when Xie Lin heard a long breath, more like a sigh... Just when Wu Yiming realized that something was wrong, the table had already moved, The brother stood up.

In just a split second, if Wu Yiming hadn't jumped up and grabbed Xie Lin's arm in time, Chen Xi would never have been as simple as being slapped in the face by his fingers...

"Do you have to look at me like this?" Xie Lin held up the arm that was hugged by the little chick, his fingers did not shift due to resistance, and pointed directly between Chen Xi's eyebrows: "Look at me again and I will make your face swell for a week. Do you believe it?"

Chen Xi's face was as white as paper.

"Brother, brother," Wu Yiming pulled Xie Lin back, "Don't be like this, don't be angry, brother..." At the same time, the young master rushed over to protect Chen Xi with a smile on his face: "Brother Lin, calm down, you can't get along with Axi, He's just like that, damsel, but he's actually a really nice guy."

Xie Lin was still sullen.

"You, my brother, my dear brother! Think about Lin Jiuxin, think about him! No matter how you two are too..." Wu Yiming lowered his voice and didn't dare to continue: "Everyone is a buddy! It doesn't matter who you are with anyone If you have something to say, don't be in a hurry!"

As he spoke, he pushed Chen Xi to speak softly to Brother Lin.

Chen Xihong narrowed her eyes and bit her mouth stubbornly.

Xie Lin glanced at him and sat back in his seat.

Outside, Wu Yiming and the young master exchanged glances with each other, each breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Lin fought Lin Jiuxin yesterday, shocking their entire group. According to the Young Master’s description, what is the ninth brother? Wake up, but this is a rumor after all, after I have confirmed it, it was his mother who pinched it with two fingers.

The crowd was in an uproar again.

What touched them the most was that this man avoided Bai Yi's kicks and kicked Bai Yi.

Judging from this, this person must be a school bully.

Many people went to find out where he came from, and wanted to know which school he came from. One thing is clear, this school bully brother is not that easy to mess with, and Lin Jiuxin doesn't seem to want to mess with him, and he never said anything.

"We are all together. Really, think about it carefully." Wu Yiming also sat back and went to Xie Lin's side: "You may not have the impression. Didn't you ride Lin Jiuxin to the bottom of the bridge that day? The one standing next to me It's Ah Xi, he is shameless, he can't walk when he sees a handsome guy, so he asked me about you at that time."

It's so public? ?

Xie Lin's scalp tingled when he heard it.

"Hey——" I don't know which muscle was touched, Wu Yiming let out a long breath: "It's a pity, such a powerful graffiti didn't take a dynamic video, Yao Yu is also a scam."

Xie Lin was taken aback, and turned his head to look at Wu Yiming.

The other party remembered that he hadn't told Xie Lin about the graffiti, so he said eloquently: "When you came, we were planning to make a fucking awesome graffiti under the bridge. It's true! We even signed up for the competition! Let's go!" Although Xie Lin didn't respond, Wu Yiming still gave him a push: "Uncle Jiu designed the sketch, made a base, and we helped color it together, but it took half a night to paint, guess what? It's raining, Thanks to part of the work before it rained, I barely managed to make it to the next morning to shoot the video..."

"Why does it have to be a video?" Xie Lin interrupted and asked.

"Because it's amazing, it's so damn... awesome!" Wu Yiming looked intoxicated, as if he was standing under the bridge at this moment, facing the whole masterpiece: "When the first warm sun from the rising sun penetrates the dark bridge It becomes the light that half-orcs look up to, the only light in its heart..."

"There's a lot of drama." Chen Xi, who was beside the chair leg, interjected. He didn't dare to touch the door frame any more, and squatted listlessly against Wu Yiming's feet.

The young master nodded: "It's mainly because of the bonus, it's so exciting..."

"Am I such a superficial person?! You know chicken feathers! Uncle's paintings are amazing. I simulated it with a mobile phone flashlight, and it was beyond shocking!" Wu Yiming raised his middle finger at the two big bosses, and then looked at Xie with regret. Lin: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity, the video is not recorded, only the photos are left, Brother Lin, you have no luck..."

Ha ha.

Xie Lin only had these two words in his mind.

Of course he knew how amazing this graffiti was. That glance hit the softest part of his heart. The scarred and exhausted half-orc saw such a ray of light when he was almost desperate. It was its last warmth and warmth. That little bit of...hope within reach.

Damn, are you sick? ?

Under the double stimulation of the class bell and somehow being so hypocritical, Xie Lin sat upright in a jerk, and the two overtime classes immediately dispersed and went back to their respective classes.

He was suddenly alone in the corner of the small back door.

The bell rang for a long time without being able to enter the study state. Xie Lin was a little worried. He didn't go to school for a total of two days.

Stretching his arms, Xie Lin wanted to adjust himself by stretching his waist. Out of the corner of his eye, he stretched out an arm and quietly fiddled with something in the belly of the desk next to the door.

Following his arm, Xie Lin saw Lin Jiuxin squatting at the back door wearing a black mask.