What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

"I'm here~~I'm right here~~It's as short as Jinghong, and it's as gorgeous as summer flowers..."

Ji Zhun, who was sinking in sleepiness, suddenly jerked his head, and the earphones slipped out of the ear canal.

Pu Shu's singing stopped abruptly and was replaced by the resonant voice of the math teacher.

"Connect A and E first, then intersect A and E at point C..."

Ji Zhun frowned and raised his sore eyelids, picked up the earphones and tried to stuff them into his ears again.A hand reached out and hooked the earphones off.

Ji Zhun rubbed the Jingming acupoint on the side of his nose, his face was obviously getting up because he hadn't slept enough.

"Why?" His voice was muffled.

"I think you should spare a little precious time to listen to it." Tan Jingyang returned the earphones to Ji Zhun and said in a low voice, "You did this question wrong last time."

Ji Zhun was amused: "This is what I said, it's not just this question that I did wrong."

Tan Jingyang's brows twitched when he was provoked by Ji Zhun's words. Just as he was about to say more, Ji Zhun gave him a "shh", hooked his lips and said, "Brother Yang, don't make noise, let me squint again."

After finishing speaking, he put on the earphones again and lay down on the desk.

Now Tan Jingyang didn't disturb Jizhun's sleep anymore, the other party's lazy tone was a little soft, like fine rain hitting the frosted glass.

Tan Jingyang sighed softly, took out his notebook full of backgammon and match figures from under Ji Zhun's arm, twirled it against the pen holder, and began to help him remember the notes.

The afternoon sun shone on Ji Zhun's sleeping face, and by the way, some of them rested on the tips of Tan Jingyang's ears, which were itchy and hot.

There are many people who call him Brother Yang, but this one is the one who makes him the most helpless.

……

Ji Zhun looked at the neat problem-solving ideas written in the notebook, and decided to give Tan Jingyang a certificate of "Three Good Tablemates" tomorrow.

"If you go on like this, what will you do during the college entrance examination?" Tan Jingyang asked.

Ji Zhun shrugged: "It's just an exam, let's talk about it when the time comes."

Tan Jingyang's throat twitched, but on second thought, he did. Ji Zhun was different from himself, he could still thrive in his father's company without going to college.

People have different life paths, some need to fight desperately on the single-plank bridge, while some just need to walk slowly on Yangguan Avenue, and then take a look at the scenery along the way.By the time you're on the top of the jungle, you can tell those who survived the fight that the scenery is more important than the ending.

Ji Zhun snapped his fingers in front of Tan Jingyang with a snap.

"What do you think?"

Tan Jingyang pulled the corner of her lower lip: "It's nothing, just think about life."

"What's there to think about?" Jizhun looked at Tan Jingyang with a funny face, unscrewed the iced Coke and took a sip, "Life is full of accidents, unexpected, and it's useless to think about it."

There was a trace of teasing in Tan Jingyang's eyes: "Of course you don't have to think about it."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the classroom.

Ji Zhun's eyes jumped, and he immediately realized that what he just said seemed to be abrupt.

The pressure of life is kidnapping Tan Jingyang all the time, it's definitely not because he doesn't have to think if he doesn't want to.

The cap of the Coke bottle was tightened and loosened by Ji Zhun, and the bubbles kept rising and falling.

When the bell for the next class rang, Tan Jingyang returned to his seat, stretched out a hand in front of him and opened it.

"Do you want some candy?"

In the palm of Ji Zhun's hand was a tangerine peel mint candy.

"No, it's class." Tan Jingyang said lightly.

"Oh." Jizhun picked up the candy and threw it directly into his mouth.

Ji Zhun: "Then what..."

Tan Jingyang: "Ji Zhun."

Ji Zhun raised his chin: "You said?"

Tan Jingyang: "Just now I got another call from an agent who asked me to go and see the house at night. Huazi is also busy in the store today, can I trouble you to pick up Xiaole after school?"

"What's wrong with this?" Ji Zhuang pressed the sugar to his cheek, "You can rest assured to see the house."

"The main thing is to come back for evening self-study, which is indeed a bit of a toss."

"It doesn't exist." Ji Zhun waved his hand and said, "I didn't plan to stay here tonight for self-study."

Tan Jingyang was silent for a moment, then nodded lightly: "Thank you."

……

As the sun went down, as soon as the big iron gate of the primary school was opened, the children rushed out of the campus like birds expecting to return to their nests.

Ji Zhun saw Tan Le walking forward while talking and laughing with a few classmates.The boy was good-looking, so he was easy to find in a crowd.

"Xiao Le." Standing under the tree at the intersection, Ji Zhun waved to Tan Le.

Seeing Ji Zhun, Tan Le ran towards him excitedly.

"Brother Zhun?! Why are you here?"

"Your brother went to see the house, let me pick you up." Ji Zhun helped Tan Le straighten his crooked sun hat, "Are you hungry? Uncle Ken or Uncle Mai?"

"Tan Le, who is this?" A crisp voice asked sweetly.

Following the voice, I saw a little girl with a bow tie on her head looking at Ji Zhun shyly rubbing the hem of her clothes.

"This is Brother Zhun, my brother's good friend." Tan Le happily introduced.

"Hello Brother Zhun." Several children said in unison.

The little girl with the bow tie waved at Jizhun like a grown-up: "Brother Zhun, my name is Chu Tiantian, and I'm the monitor of our class."

"Ah, good morning, monitor." Ji Zhun saluted the little girl solemnly.

"Brother Zhun, will my brother be late again tonight?" Tan Le asked.

"Should...no need." Ji Zhun led Tan Le to bid farewell to his classmates, and said as he walked, "He asked the old class to take a leave of study for the evening, and said he would come back directly after finishing the room."

Tan Le tilted her head and looked innocently at Ji Zhun: "Don't you need to study by yourself at night?"

Ji Zhun: "Hey, this one."

Ji Zhun rubbed his nose, thinking about how to answer, but Tan Le made a conclusion for him first.

Tan Le: "You must be good at studying, right? That's amazing, I must learn from Brother Zhun!"

"Don't don't, you should learn more from your brother." Ji Zhun laughed, thinking that he didn't dare to let Tan Jingyang hear this, otherwise he would be pissed to death.

On the way, Ji Zhun asked Tan Le if he should go home with him first and play with Baobao for a while.But Tan Le was obsessed with his little homework, and Ji Zhun felt that the child was quite self-conscious, so he didn't bother to persuade him.

The two casually ordered two sets of meals at McDonald's, and then walked towards Tan Le's uncle's house...

……

However, when they arrived at the door of my uncle's house, Ji Zhun regretted it on the spot.

The door was unlocked, and a narrow crack opened.Ji Zhun glanced lightly at the several depressions on the door, and then raised his hand to protect Tan Le Momo behind his body.

There was another sound of tinkling and banging in the room, and some glass products were thrown heavily to the ground.Many fragments flew to Jizhun's feet in an instant, reflecting a dazzling light in the afterglow.

"Brother Zhun..." Tan Le's staring eyes were full of fear and nervousness, and he held Ji Zhun's clothes tightly, and whispered, "It's a debt collector."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a "bang".Ji Zhun hurriedly turned to the side, almost being hit.

"What are you doing?! Are you trying to kill people or something?!" The uncle who was held up in mid-air by the collar of the strong man yelled loudly, "I said I will pay it back this month, this month! It's not even the end of the month yet! What?!"

The strong man threw his uncle to the ground hard, half of his face smeared on the floor tiles and slid half a meter away, screaming in pain.

Another man with a shovel hit the kitchen glass hard with the shovel, and the glass splashed everywhere in an instant.

The uncle was trembling with fright and hugged his head tightly.

Ji Zhun took a deep breath, knowing that it might be too late to run now.Sure enough, after seeing him and Tan Le in the room, a person with relatively gentle glasses walked over slowly.

Glasses nodded politely at Ji Zhun, then squatted down and reached out to touch Tan Le's head, and said with a smile: "Xiao Le is out of school?"

Tan Le hastily took two steps back, following the guideline, he directly embraced Tan Le in his arms, avoiding the hands of the glasses.

The glasses were not bothered at all, the small eyes under the lenses gleamed coldly like lizards.

But the tone was still polite and said to Ji Zhun: "Where is Tan Jingyang?"

Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes, looked through the shoulders of his glasses at the messy room, and then fixed on the uncle who fell to the ground with his head in his arms.

Then, he turned his gaze back again, and handed his chin behind the glasses: "It's obviously him who owes money, why are you looking for Tan Jingyang?"

"We are looking for someone who is capable of paying back the money." Glasses glanced at the uncle contemptuously, "He can't. If he has the ability to spend money, he can't pay it back."

"Isn't that just catching a conscientious bully?" Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows.

The glasses looked at Ji Zhun from top to bottom, although the smile was still on his lips, but when he spoke again, his tone became obviously colder.

Glasses: "Little brother is quite courageous. Heh, if you don't look for Tan Jingyang, why not look for you?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Jizhun's neck. Jizhun had been on guard for a long time, his eyes froze, and he raised his leg and hit the face bone of the glasses.

"Brother Zhun!" Tan Le yelled in panic.

"Run!" Taking advantage of the pain of the man with glasses, Ji Zhun pulled Tan Le and ran away.

"Mother's little bastard! Let me chase you!"

The glasses were out of breath, clutching their faces and cursing.

The uncle swooped from behind and strangled the neck of the glasses, and shouted at Ji Zhun's figure: "Hurry up! Tell Xiao Yang to come back! Hey, remember to bring money-!!!"

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"I'm here~~I'm here~~It's as short as Jinghong, and it's as gorgeous as a summer flower..."——Piao Shu's "Life Like a Summer Flower"