After being targeted by scheming green tea

Jing Yuwen sat on the seat, raised his hand and patted Xiang Siye's back: "What's wrong with Xianggou? Have you encountered something troublesome? Come, talk to Dad, Dad will enlighten you."

Xiang Siye raised his eyelids: "Get lost."

It seems that this person is not willing to speak now, since he is unwilling to speak, Jing Yuwen is unwilling to force it, so he curled his lips: "Get out, you idiot."

The two of them were silent for a while, Jing Yuwen pinched the knuckles of his fingers boredly, Xiang Siye suddenly looked at Jing Yuwen, and then said tentatively, "You and Fan Jia?"

Jing Yuwen was puzzled: "What happened to Fan Jia and I?"

Xiang Siye lowered his eyes for a second, then reached out and took out the phone from the belly of the table.

Jing Yuwen said in surprise: "I fucked the dog, and you brought a mobile phone?"

Xiang Siye Guming's thumb swiped a few times on the screen, and put the phone on Jing Yuwen's desk: "Look."

Jing Yuwen picked up his phone, and the page stopped on the post bar of No. [-] Middle School. The hottest one was: Absolutely, Class No. [-] class flower Fan Jia empathized with Jing Yuwen and abandoned her boyfriend who had been in love for two years in Experimental Middle School. , and asked Jing Yuwen to confront him with force.

Floor 1: Really, I was at the scene when Master Jing pointed at the man with a stick in his hand.

Floor 2: Good guy, it's another white lotus.

Floor 3: Why don't male gods have the ability to identify whores?

Floor 4: I used to like Fan Jia...

5th floor: Upstairs +1

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Floor 15: Fuck, my golden boy god Jing Yuwen, just got hurt by a green tea?

Floor 16: Upstairs, how do you know that Jing Yuwen is the golden boy?What if it was faked?

Floor 17: Bah, my family Wenwen is the most naive, don't spread rumors.

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Floor 27: A group of idiots, men and women look at each other together, what are you doing?

28th Floor: I agree with the statement above, it is not a family, and you will not enter a family.

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Floor 48: Crazy bar, a group of people are arguing here, don't you all go to class?

Jing Yuwen went through these buildings one by one. Some scolded him, some scolded Fan Jia, and some scolded them together. It was very lively.

He understood, no wonder Xianggou was so upset, he must have thought that he had pried Fan Jia off, who could smile at the goddess after being pried off?understandable.

Jing Yuwen raised the corner of his mouth: "Lend me your phone."

Xiang Siye nodded expressionlessly.

Jing Yuwen picked up his phone and edited a large paragraph of text.

Floor 49: I, Jing Yuwen, took Xiang Siye’s phone back. Fan Jia and I just met for two days. We were in the woods yesterday because that boy ran into our school to force Fan Jia to be nice to him. I don’t think Fan Jia is willing. I went up to help, and, I didn't use force, just picked up a stick and the man ran away. If you have something to do, come to Class [-] to find me, don't hide in the post Baba.

He returned the phone to Xiang Siye, clasped his hands and stretched above his head, and said in a loose voice, "Okay."

Xiang Siye looked at the content on the 49th floor on the phone, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He put away the phone and glanced at the hair band on Jing Yu Wen's wrist.

"what is that?"

"Huh?" Jing Yuwen raised his hand and looked at his wrist: "I use it to tie my hair when I wash my face. Why? Do you want it?"

Xiang Siye smiled: "I think so."

Talking about raising his hand to take a look at Jing Yuwen's hair rope, Jing Yuwen pushed him away to protect the hair rope: "Get out, I want to find your mother."

Xiang Siye didn't speak, and took the milk tea from Jing Yuwen's table instead.

Jing Yuwen frowned: "Why? This is mine, yours is on your desk."

Xiang Siye chuckled: "I want to drink what's on your table."

With that said, he directly opened the straw and pierced the plastic paper of the milk tea, and took a sip.

Jing Yuwen: "..."

"Are you seriously ill?"

Jing Yuwen raised his hand to fetch the unopened cup from Xiang Siye's table, but Xiang Siye put the milk tea under the table before he touched it.

"Why? You bought it for me."

"You drank mine, what should I drink? Give it to me!"

Xiang Siye pushed the milk tea he had drunk onto Jing Yuwen's desk: "Here, yours."

Jing Yuwen:?

Jing Yuwen thought he was a bit obsessed with cleanliness. He would not give others what he drank or ate, and he would not take what others ate or drank himself. You, I drink Coke."

He opened the Coke and took a sip, the anger provoked by a certain bastard subsided a lot.

Xiang Siye raised his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth, Jing Yuwen glanced at him inadvertently, and saw a small blister formed on the corner of his mouth.

Not just now, Jing Yuwen thought he had made a mistake, so he stretched his neck to take a closer look.

Xiang Siye raised his hand and pushed his head away: "Why? Covet my beauty?"

Jingyu Wennu pouted: "You are too confident in yourself."

He looked up and saw Fan Jia walking in, and raised his hand in greeting: "Fan Jia!"

When Fan Jia heard his greeting, her face was full of apology. She sat back in her seat and turned her head: "I'm sorry Jing Yuwen, I read that post, and it hurts you."

Jing Yuwen didn't take this matter to heart, and smiled: "It's okay, I explained it with Xianggou's phone, do you have a mirror?"

"Oh, yes." Fan Jia took out a small mirror from the belly of the table: "Here."

Jing Yuwen glanced at Xiang Siye: "Give it to him."

Fan Jia smiled and gave the mirror to Xiang Siye.

"Give."

Xiang Siye took the mirror with a confused face: "What are you doing?"

Jing Yuwen raised his chin: "Look at the corners of your beautiful mouth."

Xiang Siye opened the mirror and looked at it, frowning slightly: "Are there real mangoes in it?"

Jing Yuwen pouted: "Otherwise? That milk tea shop is very conscientious, okay? What kind of milk tea powder do you think?"

"Fan Jia."

Xiang Siye returned the mirror to Fan Jia, got up and walked out of the classroom.

Jing Yuwen was confused, why did this bastard take advantage and run out?Xiang Siye is really not a good person.

Xiang Siye left and didn't come back until 5 minutes into class, holding a box of mint-flavored chewing gum in a green package in his hand, and stuffed it into the belly of the table as soon as he was seated.

Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows, and whispered, "Xianggou, are you going out to buy some chewing gum?"

Xiang Siye paused, took out the chewing gum: "Do you want to eat?"

Jing Yuwen shook his head, he seldom eats chewing gum because he is tired from chewing his teeth.

The second class is Chinese. Before the class, Jing Yuwen flipped through the poems to be memorized in this class. After reading it for a few minutes, he didn't take it into his head at all. Xiang Siye was very leisurely, looking sideways at the front door .

Jingyu Wenxian was bored, and followed Xiang Siye's gaze. Wenqin was standing at the door of the class, talking to a girl from another class. The girl held an envelope in her hand and handed it to Wenqin. Wenqin smiled. smiled.

Jing Yuwen sighed: "Tsk, what's the situation? Openly pursuing our head teacher?"

Xiang Siye turned his head and glanced at Jing Yuwen, and reached out to take out the books to be used in this class: "Maybe he mistook the teacher for a student."

Indeed, although Wen Qin is 28 years old, she looks no different from this group of 17-year-old students.

Wen Qin walked in and gave the envelope to Xiang Siye.

"This is, the girl from another class asked me to hand it over to classmate Jing Yuwen."

When Wen Qin spoke, the words "girls from other classes" and "Jing Yuwen" became more serious.

"Thank you, teacher."

When Wen Qin left, he gave Xiang Siye a wink, which made Jing Yuwen confused. It was someone else's letter to Jing Yuwen, so why did Wen Qin give it to Xiang Siye?

Xiang Siye looked at the envelope, frowned slightly, and gently put it on Jing Yuwen's desk.

When Jing Yuwen was about to tear open the envelope to read, Xiang Siye put the envelope on the table, and said in a calm voice, "Take a good class."

Xiang Siye's appearance made Jing Yuwen elusive, and in the end he actually obediently put the envelope in the belly of the table.

"Oh."

Jing Yuwen looked sideways at Xiang Siye, who was expressionless now, staring intently at Wen Qin on the podium.

"This sentence comes from "Mulan Poetry", which was required to be recited in junior high school." Wen Qin supported the desk with one hand: "Does anyone remember?"

Wen Qin's gaze shifted to Jing Yuwen. At this time, Jing Yuwen was still looking at Xiang Siye, wondering what was wrong with this man.

"Jing Yuwen, come on. Jing Yuwen?"

Xiang Siye tilted his head slightly: "What are you doing? I'm calling you."

Jing Yuwen came back to his senses: "Oh."

He stood up and looked at Wen Qin blankly.

Wen Qin repeated the question just now: "Memorize the second half of this question."

Jing Yuwen picked up the topic and looked at it. He hadn't memorized this Mulan poem in junior high school, let alone now. His mind was in a daze, and his mouth was not controlled by his brain. Come...from the southeast branch...the younger brother, Sister Wen, comes...to do the red makeup at the door, and the elder sister, Wenmei, comes, sharpening the knife to the parents..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the class, Jing Yuwen didn't know why they were laughing, and looked at them suspiciously.

Wen Qin patted the table, Wen Sheng: "After several years, classmate Jing Yuwen must have forgotten that the scope of poetry in the college entrance examination is very wide, I suggest you read more, sit down."

Jing Yuwen nodded awkwardly, sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Xianggou, what did I just say?"

Xiang Siye smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a big filial piety, let's go to class well."

Jing Yuwen:?

He curled his lips: "Crazy."

Finally, when get out of class was over, Jing Yuwen took out the envelope from the belly of the table, holding it with both hands and was about to tear it open, and snatched it from Siye.

Jing Yuwen frowned: "Why?"

Xiang Siye chuckled, "I'm afraid you can't read, so I'll help you read."

"Get out, you can't read," Jing Yuwen paused, and then asked, "Do you know that girl just now?"

"I don't know him. I've forgotten what my face looks like. I'm rather shy. I didn't recognize everyone in my class before."

Jing Yuwen breathed a sigh of relief. Generally, girls make a lot of determination to write love letters to others. If this guy Xianggou reads it and spreads it to others, then she must feel very uncomfortable, but since Xianggou even I have forgotten what she looks like, so it doesn't matter if he comes to read it.

"Tsk, if you're not popular, just say you're not popular. What are you talking about, that's fine. I have pity on you. Read it."

The envelope contained a beautiful piece of light blue paper with a beautiful white rose print on it. Jing Yuwen moved forward and said, "This flower is very beautiful."

In order to prevent Jing Yuwen from seeing the content on the paper, Xiang Siye moved the paper slightly: "Do you like it?"

"It's okay, the red one is too vulgar, but the white one looks good."

"it is good."

Xiang Siye picked up a rollerball pen, removed the cap, and traced the pen tip along the words written on the paper.

Jing Yuwen looked anxiously: "Can you stop being so verbose?"

Xiang Siye smiled slightly: "Don't worry."

The tip of the rollerball pen in his hand fell to a certain place on the paper at random: "Student Jing Yuwen, I have liked Xiang Siye for a long time, I heard that you are his deskmate, can you help me chase him?"

Jing Yuwen:?

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Xiang Siye saw that this idiot actually believed his nonsense, and laughed out loud: "Do you really believe it?"

Jing Yuwen was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"I just made it up."

Jing Yuwen:?

He thought that the position of his class grass had been usurped by the guy next to him, and he was disappointed for a while. When he heard that Xianggou had made up what he said just now, he became so angry that he kicked Xianggou's chair.