The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In December, the weather is getting colder.As the end of the term approached, Jiang Jiaguo came to the classroom more frequently.

"A semester is almost over, and the time is fast. The third year of high school is not far away, and everyone should have a plan for their own life goals."

"Those who study and go to bed late, it's time to review and review. At least go back and have a good year, and you can get some lucky red envelopes."

"The weather has been relatively cold recently, and the flu is coming. Be careful not to catch a cold..."

"Brother Han, the new season is coming, please get better points."

"I heard that the new heroes in this issue are all very strong. Brother Han, how far have you played?"

"Nonsense, do you still need to ask, isn't this the national uniform..."

The final exam has no effect on the old fritters in the back row at all. What they should play is still playing, what they should have fun is still having fun. They just look forward to the early winter vacation.

After Jiang Jiaguo left, the classroom became lively again.

"No." Jiang Han said, "I haven't registered much recently."

Luo Qing was surprised: "No, brother Han! You are a person who plays the experience server."

"That's right, what's the point of life if you don't play games." Wang Junlin nodded in agreement, very much in agreement, "You don't play games anymore, so who else in our class can play. Damn...my sister has a higher level than me recently It's too embarrassing to say it..."

"Old Wang," Luo Qing patted Wang Junlin's shoulder sympathetically, "It's fine if you can't compete in your studies, but you can't beat this game. Isn't it just a soft meal at home?"

"Your sister's soft rice." Being poked at the sore spot, Wang Junlin jumped, "I can't be proud of it!"

"Hahaha... I almost forgot, you will be the brother of a scientist in the future..."

"At that time, even if you want to worship..."

The two quarreled for a while, but Luo Qing still did not give up and asked: "Brother Han, are you really not coming? The teacher went to a meeting early in the morning."

Unlike the liberal arts class, the morning self-study atmosphere of the Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School science class is compared with the liberal arts class, which can only be described as "mosquito screaming".

Except for a very small number of people who love reading aloud in English, most of them are either writing questions or doing other things.Headed by the back row of the third class, one catches one accurately.

Jiang Han turned the pen slowly, glanced lightly at Wen Yan next to him, and said in a sincere tone: "Young man, study hard. If you are young and don't work hard, the boss will be sad."

Luo Qing: "..."

Wang Junlin: "..."

Luo Qing: "Did I hear correctly??"

Wang Junlin: "My brain must have not woken up today."

It's unbelievable that these words came out of Jiang Han's mouth.

Besides, Jiang Han is not a person who learns actively. It is already very good not to take the lead in skipping classes, let alone persuade others to learn.

However, Jiang Han's attitude has become more correct this semester. He has handed in his homework on time, quit smoking in school, and hasn't even had a girlfriend. Everything seems to be developing toward a good student.

And this change... It seemed that it was only after Wen Yan came.

Sure enough, they thought of a truth, Xueba and Xueba will only be better together.

Lin Junlin shook his head again and again, looked at the English textbook on Jiang Han's desk that had not been spread out for thousands of years, and said, "Brother, I suspect that you are bewitched. Have you stopped masturbating recently, and have no place to vent your energy?"

Jiang Han kicked Wang Junlin with a smile: "Get out. Study hard, and you will not understand every day."

"Okay. Then you study hard, I will play my game..."

After Wang Junlin left, Jiang Han opened the book and remembered the words.

Active learning will not, but someone will supervise it.

After the monthly exam last week, Zhou Miao handed over the task of tutoring Jiang Han's English to Wen Yan.

For those who are close to full marks in physicalization, only the English one is isolated outside the passing line, which is really pulling the hips, and Zhou Miao, who is the teacher, is very upset.

It's like a person who eats any fruit, but just doesn't touch pineapples, and the reason is just because he is too lazy to peel it.

With such good grades in other subjects, English can't be too bad, it's just that I don't bother to bother.

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Miao came up with such a brilliant idea.

Facts have proved that it is also true, the number of times Jiang Han came to the office to write silently has obviously decreased recently.

As for this idea, Zhou Miao originally thought that Jiang Han would refuse, after all, it is difficult to restrain people who do not obey discipline.

But I didn't expect Jiang Han to be quite happy after talking to him.

Then, every morning for self-study, Jiang University bully carefully memorized English words that he had never touched, and opened a new English book that could be recycled again, which looked quite like that.

Jiang Han would humbly ask his deskmate for help when encountering words he didn’t know.

Wen Yan's English pronunciation is very nice, and the words make people feel like they are pregnant when they are read. They are gentle and pleasant, numb and intoxicating.

Even people who hate English very much will feel an urge to learn after listening to it.

Jiang Han has been following along for the past few days, and he doesn't feel impatient with picking up words like before, but he is willing to spend some time every day to understand grammar.

"Okay, it's time, let's start dictating."

After 15 minutes of self-study in the morning, Colonel Jiang Da started his daily routine dictation.

Wen Yan didn't assign many tasks, thirty words a day.Most of the time, Jiang Han can get everything right, and then he will talk about grammar in the rest of the time, and the self-study session will be over.

After finishing the dictation, Wen Yan took the dictation book and began to circle the mistakes with a pen.

When Wen Yan is concentrating, it will give people a sense of elegance and tranquility. Just looking at it is pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Han propped his head lazily, looked at Wen Yan's profile, and thought, how could his deskmate be so good-looking.

"The word aboveboard is missing an r, pay attention next time."

Jiang Han smiled: "Okay, 'aboveboard'."

Wen Yan: "It's 'aboveboard'."

Jiang Han: "above board."

Wen Yan was silent for a moment, then continued to correct: "aboveboard, stress the fourth syllable."

Jiang Han: "above board."

Wen Yan gave up and said, "You should read it a few more times by yourself. Stress the first and fourth syllables."

Jiang Han still smiled at Mimi, and read it quickly several times in a row, and continued to read it with a light tone.

Wen Yan could tell that this person was just messing around on purpose.

He turned his head away, and met Jiang Han's obviously malicious eyes.

"Above board, above board, above board..."

Jiang Han read it a few more times with a smile, his face full of ridicule.

aboveboard, aboveboard...

The first two stressed syllables are pronounced lightly, a bit like shouting "Baby..."

Deliberately low and seductive voice, like a lover whispering in the ear.

Jiang Han stared straight at Wen Yan with burning eyes.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head involuntarily.

Avoid that scorching gaze.

Afraid that he would get angry if he kept teasing, Jiang Han stopped being funny, and said in a coaxing tone, "Well, our Teacher Wen is shy.

Soon, the final exam came as scheduled, and the exam lasted for two days.

On the day after the exam, a group of students were like runaway wild horses, running to congratulate each other no matter whether they did well or not.

The one-month winter vacation has begun.

Wen Yan returned to Ningcheng, Wen Yu's memorial day is approaching.

Coincidentally, there is only one day between Wen Yu's memorial day and Wen Yan's birthday.

After all, he never got the cake on that rainy night.

The weather has not been very good these days, it is foggy and rainy, and the whole city seems to be shrouded in a thin veil.

In the early morning of the 26th, Wen Yan finished packing and went out.

He went to the florist and bought a bunch of Kang milkshakes.

Someone cleaned the tomb, and there was a bunch of hyacinths.

Wen Yan put down Kang Milkshake and stood quietly for a few minutes.

The sky was foggy and rainy, blurring the surrounding scenery.

Coming down from the mountain, it seemed that the temperature had dropped again, Wen Yan couldn't help but sneezed.

"Xiaoyan." Someone called him behind him.

Wen Yan turned around in surprise, and couldn't hide the smile on his face: "Brother, why are you back?"

Chi Sui drove the car next to Wen Yan, and said softly, "Just arrived, get in the car."

As soon as he returned to China, the first thing he did was to take Wen Yan home.

Everything is in words, and everything is in words.

...

Chi Sui didn't tell anyone about his return this time, so it was considered a sudden return.Everyone in the Chi family, including the servants and the father and daughter, were all very happy.Even Lin Jia, who was always looking sleepy, looked obviously better.

"Brother! Brother! Did you bring me any present?"

"Did you bring the Mori Ji lipstick that I asked you to bring me last time? It's out of stock in China. It's hard to find the color number of Rose Paradise..."

"There is also Egli's hat. I have been wanting to buy it for a long time. It must match the white sweater dress you bought for me."

"And the co-branded jacket I sent you last time, I've wanted it for a long time..."

When Chi Sui returned home, the most excited person was Chi Nan.The siblings usually have a good relationship, and they haven't seen each other for more than a year. Before they sat down, they were pestered and bombarded for a while.

Chi Sui stroked his forehead helplessly: "All focus on these things, why don't you see your enthusiasm in studying?"

"It's so boring to study, what's the point of reading those books every day."

Chi Nan took Chi Sui's hand, acting coquettishly refusing to let it go: "Hey, it's fine if we have someone who is a good student in our family, and I don't need one. Just ask if you brought it, and finally go back Everyone doesn't care about your sister. Did you bring it? Did you bring it..."

Chi Sui was so quarreled by her that she had no choice but to compromise and said: "I have brought them all in the suitcase. You are a girl and don't be reserved."

"You are not someone else, why should I be reserved..."

"Let your brother rest first, he must be tired from flying for so long."

It's been a long time since the house has been so lively, Mrs. Zhang came over and reminded with a smile.

"Brother! I love you so much!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, the eldest lady, who usually loses her temper when she is unhappy with three sentences, turned around happily and ran upstairs with gifts in her hands.

At the end, he turned around again: "Brother, then you should have a good rest!"

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a bang, and went to try on the clothes he had thought of.

Without Chi Nan's noise, the hall suddenly became quiet.

Chi Sui shook his head helplessly, then turned to Aunt Zhang and said, "Mother Zhang, prepare some hot water."

As soon as she heard that hot water was needed, Mrs. Zhang asked nervously, "What, is there something wrong? Is it a cold? Do you want me to cook some ginger soup..."

"No." Chi Sui interrupted her, explaining, "Xiaoyan's clothes are wet, let's take a bath first to get rid of the cold."

Hearing this, Wen Yan was stunned.

The rain was so light that he didn't even notice that his clothes were a little wet, but Chi Sui noticed it as soon as he arrived...

At this moment, Wen Yan suddenly felt a warm current welling up in his heart.

Knowing that Chi Sui must be exhausted after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours, Wen Yan didn't want him to worry: "Brother, then you should rest first."

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Han sent Wen Yan a message to play games.

During the more than ten days of the holiday, Jiang Han sent messages from time to time to harass Wen Yan, sometimes telling jokes, sometimes peacocks, and occasionally sending two ugly selfies over on a whim, saying that he was afraid of Wen Yan Forget about his flourishing beauty.

Wen Yan would reply sometimes, but he would ignore it when he came across a sassy talk.

This time, Jiang Han sent a picture of Zhang Jiangshang's night scene.

Looking at the background, it should be the countryside, the moonlight is shining, the waves are surging, the reeds by the lake are swaying with the wind, and a full moon is immersed in the water.

JH sent a voice.

[JH: The moon is so round tonight, Yanyan, do you feel the longing I long for? ]

[JH: Not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, Yan Yan, life without you is so lonely. ]

[JH: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Yanyan, have you forgotten about me and never replied to my messages jdp. ]

Wen Yan didn't know what Jiang Han was going crazy tonight, so he didn't bother to return.

But within a few minutes, Jiang Han sent out a voice like a cannonball, a series of pitiful emoticons, each one more bitter than the other.

I don't know, I thought it was a resentful woman who was cheated by a scumbag and broke up.

Wen Yan thought for a few seconds, closed his homework, did not turn on those voices, and sent a voice to ask: Don't you want to play games?

Within three seconds of sending it, JH immediately came back.

[JH: Woooooo... Yanyan, do you think games are more important than me in your heart. ]

[JH: Sure enough, when a man has a new love, he forgets the old one. ]

[JH: Yanyan, I am heartbroken by you, you have to comfort me. ]

Wen Yan didn't bother to pay attention to his dramatic nature, and asked directly: Are you coming?

[JH: Come on!My deskmate believes in my skills so much, how could I let you down. ]

Wen Yan: ...

There are still two rows. In order to reflect the close and friendly relationship between the two, Jiang Han changed the name of the game to "Bisheng".

So when it comes to hero selection, someone will ask them if they know each other, and then they will take the initiative to ask them what they are playing to make room for the supply.

Wen Yan usually plays mid lane and support, Jiang Han is all-rounder, when Wen Yan plays support, he plays jungler or shooter, Wen Yan plays mid lane, he only plays support.

But he won't post it so obviously, he always shows up in time when Wen Yan is in danger, and then shows off in a low-key and arrogant way in front of everyone.

The raised little tail seemed to be saying brightly, look, I'm amazing, but I won't say it.

And every time he finished killing someone, he would pretend to be profound and walk away silently, ignoring his teammates' compliments, and carrying out the unfathomable to the end.

In short, the tsundere little bodyguard is very precise.

After two games, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Wen Yan was a little sleepy, but Jiang Han was still full of energy.

[JH: The moon is really round tonight, don't you really appreciate it at the same table? ]

[JH: Gu Yiyuanyue sent lovesickness, Yanyan, do you feel my miss. ]

As he said that, he sent another photo, this time it was the full moon in the sky.

The moonlight is hazy, making the sky quiet and purple, the beautiful silver moon, the Han and Han stars, and the whole night sky is like dreamy quicksand.

Wen Yan watched quietly for a while, then looked at the night sky outside the window.

Jiang Han didn't lie to him, the moon is really beautiful tonight.

Suddenly remembered that the picture Jiang Han sent him seemed to be outside, and just as he was about to ask "where is it", someone knocked on the door.

Chi Sui was the only one who would knock on the door at this time, Wen Yan got up to open the door.

When he put down the phone, he didn't notice that Jiang Han had made a voice call.The phone was on silent, and at that second, it was answered.

"See, the light in your room is still on, and you haven't slept yet." Chi Sui said concerned.

"I'll go to bed later." Wen Yan said, "Brother, you should go to bed early too."

"I'm used to going to bed late." Chi Sui smiled, "I originally wanted to give it to you tomorrow, but since you haven't turned off the lights, I gave it to you in advance."

Chi Sui took out a small box from behind, handed it to Wen Yan, and gently rubbed Wen Yan's head: "Okay, let's see it tomorrow."

"Thank you, bro."

"go to bed early."

Chi Sui would not say happy birthday to Wen Yan, but would prepare gifts for Wen Yan every year.For nine years, without interruption.

Wen Yan carefully put the small box into the locker, where the gifts that Chi Sui gave him every year are stored here, and Wen Yan will clean it every once in a while.

Put away your things, Wen Yan is ready to sleep.

Remembering that the phone was still on the table, he walked over to get it.

Then, he saw that the phone screen had been talking, and it was very quiet over there, without speaking.

The sound of clear and shallow breathing came over all at once, like whispering in the ear.

For some reason, Wen Yan's heart beat a beat suddenly.

The room was very quiet, and the cold wind seeping in from the window made people sober. He called out "Jiang Han" softly.

The sound was very soft, and he was sure Jiang Han heard it.