After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

Song Jiqiu got up early in the morning and arrived at the classroom, caught Liu Hao who had copied homework early and asked cautiously:

"Let me ask you. Has your boss ever teased you with a joke?"

Liu Hao wrote furiously without raising his head: "Yes."

Song Jiqiu considered his words: "Has he pinched your necks?"

Liu Hao stopped writing and thought for a moment: "Yes."

The boss coldly grabbed his neck through his collar and told him to roll.

Song Jiqiu's expression relaxed a lot: "Then after you were pinched, did you get so nervous that your heart beat faster?"

Liu Hao felt the same: "Of course."

He was so nervous that he almost knelt down and called Dad.

Song Jiqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

So Xu Jiaping has no problem, and neither does he. This is how friends get along.

The peers who have known him since he was a child have never done such intimate gestures to him, and Xu Jiaping in his previous life has never done so. When he came into contact suddenly, after he came home last night, he tossed and turned insomnia until midnight. When he closed his eyes, it was all Xu Jiaping.

"Xueshen, why are you asking this?" Liu Hao was suspicious, but didn't think too much, thinking that Song Jiqiu didn't understand how they got along with each other, "Xueshen, our boss doesn't have any friends, and doesn't know how to get along with your good students. , but if you can become classmates and share the same table for a short time, it is fate destined by heaven, you must use love to influence our boss, and cherish this fate."

Even Song Jiqiu nodded in approval: "Don't worry."

Satisfied, Liu Hao continued to copy his homework, and suddenly realized halfway through the copy. His words just now seemed like Song Jiqiu, the host of Century Jiayuan, also responded seriously.

I hit it again.

Yuan Lin acted like a scout when he arrived at school. He grabbed Song Jiqiu's paper and threatened him: "Leniency is allowed for confession, and strictness for resistance. When I turned around last night, you disappeared again. How did you go home?"

"You don't know where to go to play. I couldn't find you, so I went home." Song Jiqiu intuitively said that Xu Jiaping sent him home, which would provoke Yuan Lin's admonition like Tang Seng, and he made a decisive choice. Lie, "I asked the driver to pick me up."

"Really?" Yuan Lin was dubious.

Song Jiqiu took back the paper, and took out the blank test paper from Yuan Lin's desk and slapped him on the face: "Calm down, the exam is coming soon, you should review."

Yuan Lin suddenly looked like an eggplant: "Didn't you just pass the exam? Why are you taking the exam again?"

Song Jiqiu is a typical struggling critic in studies, and couldn't help but persuade Yuanlin: "Learn more, at least learn English, what if you go abroad in the future?"

Yuan Lin's expression was painful: "How do you know that my mother wants to send me abroad, I would rather die than surrender."

Because your mother won an overwhelming victory after the third year of high school, you were sent abroad by Ma Liu.

Of course Song Jiqiu couldn't say this, he just shrugged: "I guess."

Yuan Lin rested his chin on the table, and his thoughts diverged: "I was at the same table with you, why did you move away again?"

Song Jiqiu's brush tore the paper. ! ! !

He almost forgot that every monthly exam had to be divided into new classes, why did he continue to stay in Class [-]?

Whenever the exam was about to take place, the atmosphere on campus would be different. After class, Ms. Ye called Song Jiqiu to the office to help carry the homework, and cared for her by the way.

She held a big thermos cup and sprinkled wolfberries in it: "Ji Qiu, you can take the monthly exam this time, so you won't get sick again."

Song Jiqiu's complexion was rosy, and it could be seen that he was living happily and happily in recent days.

Song Jiqiu opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Teacher, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have misfortunes and blessings. I can't control things like illness."

He is planning to pretend to be sick again to escape the monthly exam.

Ms. Ye said in twos and twos: "The school doctor knows me very well. I can let him watch over you during your exam. The teacher trusts you, okay?"

Song Jiqiu: "..."

So unless he becomes mentally retarded overnight and is speechless with the questions on the test paper, but tears a thousand lines, otherwise he will have to crawl to the monthly test.

The communication with Ms. Ye was completely hopeless, Song Jiqiu left the office heavily, and within a few steps, a middle-aged Mediterranean man rushed over to hold his hand in surprise.

"classmate!"? ? ?

Song Jiqiu took a step back, searching for the impression of this middle-aged man in his mind: "Teacher Chen?"

Isn't this the competition counselor who forced him to do the object competition last time?

"Student Song Jiqiu, I met you just after I came back from school. What a great fate." Teacher Chen shook Song Jiqiu's hand up and down, "Are you interested in joining our Wujing team?"

Song Jiqiu refused flatly: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I may not be suitable."

According to the trajectory of his previous life, he will take over the Song family's company, which has nothing to do with physics, so why waste time.

Teacher Chen was anxious: "Don't, classmate, you are very talented, how will you know if you don't try it?"

Song Jiqiu was always regarded as a talented person, but it turned out that he might just be good at exams.

He shook his head and excused regretfully: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

Teacher Chen wanted to persuade him, but it happened that a classmate who participated in the physical competition came to ask questions, and Song Jiqiu took the opportunity to escape.

"Xiao Liu, you have to correct your carelessness, and don't stumble on small mistakes." Teacher Chen told me kindly after pointing out the questions.

"Thank you, teacher. By the way, this simulation match and the monthly exam collided. Should I ask the school for leave?"

The classmate's voice was clearly transmitted to Song Jiqiu's ears, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Really? Please take a leave of absence. The question types in the mock competition are of great reference value, so I still have to check it out." Teacher Chen paused, looking suspiciously at Song Jiqiu who was holding his hand again and again excitedly.

"Teacher." Song Jiqiu's eyes lit up, "Physics is my passion, three-quarters of my life, I suddenly became very interested in physics, please add me to the mock competition!"

Teacher Chen:? ? ?

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This month's grades came out faster than in the past, and the teachers would notify the students to send out the grade slips after the third and fourth classes in the afternoon.

Class [-] had a relaxed atmosphere, playing games, fighting and fighting, and a small group of students who were only confined to Song Jiqiu's vicinity had different reactions.

The position of each group in the class is rotated every week. Last week Xu Jiaping was in the first group, Song Jiqiu was in the fourth group, this week Xu Jiaping was in the second group, and Song Jiqiu was in the first group; the distance between them was shortened up.Moreover, the back row has always been loose, changing seats frequently, and is not constrained by the position at all.

Liu Hao and Tao Ke on the left were the first to get the grade slips and chattered non-stop about each other's scores.

"God of learning, how many do you think you can get in the exam?" Liu Hao turned his head and asked, he pondered carefully, although Song Jiqiu studied often, but he didn't seem to have once played around. Is this the world of good students?

The old god Song Jiqiu is here: "No.1."

Liu Hao was envious, and tremblingly recorded the score strips of the devastated post-examination ruins to comfort himself: "I took the first place in the study of God, and I took the last place in the test. We all have stable happiness, and we all have a bright future."

Song Jiqiu pretended to be modest.

Liu Hao was really sad: "Xue Shen, I will miss you."

After all, Song Jiqiu was the first Bole who spotted his stream-of-consciousness paintings.

Song Jiqiu smiled amusingly: "Thank you, I have received your thoughts."

He turned his head and asked Xu Jiaping who was only one aisle away: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

If Xu Jiaping could be tricked into telling the truth, he would have made a lot of money.

However, since school was about to end, Xu Jiaping's interest was not high. Now he turned his face away, and instead of answering his question, he asked, "Is there any candy?"

"Yes." Song Jiqiu produced one and handed it to Xu Jiaping.

After Xu Jiaping took it and prepared to put it in his pocket, Song Jiqiu wondered, "Why don't you eat it?"

"It's gone after eating." Xu Jiaping stared thoughtfully at the candy in his hand, a small one, solitary mint color, wilted against the backdrop of the evening sky.

"Don't worry, I still have a lot here."

Song Jiqiu didn't understand what he meant, and immediately opened the pocket of his school uniform to show off. There was a bag full of candy inside, looking like a salesman.

Xu Jiaping glanced back and looked away, his tone was very calm: "No need."

"Ji Qiu, your grades. I don't know whether to congratulate you or myself." There were only two small notes left in the class teacher's hand, one was given to Xu Jiaping, and the other was clutched in his hand, with a complicated expression, half a smile but not a smile , It seems to be crying but not crying.

"Same joy, same joy." Song Jiqiu smiled.

The students in class 2 were shocked when they heard it. They had never seen the miracle of Song Jiqiu's wildly dumping No.[-] for dozens of points. It was the first time they saw it, and they planned to be happy, and urged:

"Old Ban, you're boring, what's the point, let us see the strength of No.1."

The head teacher's expression was particularly distorted, and he continued: "Ms. Ye looked at me as if she was going to kill me."

People around are slow to understand that things seem to deviate from their imagination.

The paper fluttered down from mid-air, Xu Jiaping didn't have that patience, so he just reached out to intercept it.

"129 in Chinese, 150 in mathematics, 0 in English, 0 in physics... The total score is 279, 480th in the year, and 40 places up."

The thirteenth class has a total of forty people.

The No.1 of class 1 is also No.[-].

You drop Qiushen, infinitely rampant.

Xu Jiaping stared at Song Jiqiu's grade slip for a while.

The people around him exploded long ago: "Fuck, is Xue Shen still in our class?"

Even if he took two exams, his total score is higher than that of me who worked so hard and got six exams. The sky has no eyes! "

"Absolutely, this operation is even more ridiculous than the first place in the exam!"

Song Jiqiu leaned in front of Xu Jiaping and was very excited, wanting to bring over the grade slip: "Am I good?"

Xu Jiaping raised his eyebrows, and the momentary stupefaction seemed to be an illusion. He unpacked the mint candy and threw it into his mouth. The cool air bubbles overflowed from the tip of his tongue. He clasped Song Jiqiu's outstretched wrist:

"Dare to lie to me?"