The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In addition to the fact that life would be worse than death when answering the answers after the exam, the exam time actually passed quickly, and two days passed by in a flash.

After finishing the last exam on Friday, Jiang Jiaguo, who hadn't come to the classroom for two days to witness the tragedy, finally appeared on the podium. After seeing everyone's dispirited state, he rarely comforted him and said: "One exam can't explain anything, everyone will continue to work hard after school starts. Let’s try to get a good grade at the end of the term.”

Originally, the weekend holiday was a happy day, but everyone lost interest because of this exam. After all, they had to come back to face reality on Monday.

Wang Junlin couldn't hold back his heart from the bottom. An exam can't explain anything, so why not notify the parents of the results, otherwise he wouldn't be exhausted and wanted to pass.

He didn't care on the surface, but he was a knife behind his back.

Jiang Jiaguo is very happy to see this kind of scene. Only when there is pressure will there be motivation, and only when you understand yourself can you make better progress. This is the philosophy he has always adhered to since teaching.

"Everyone go back and have a good rest, and sum up the shortcomings of this exam. It's been two weeks since the start of school, and I hope everyone can focus on their studies."

"The second year of high school is the time to lay the foundation. Don't think that you don't study hard before the third year of high school. It will be too late to regret. Our school is not as strict as other schools, and everyone should consciously demand it."

"Okay, if there's nothing else, everyone can leave school."

Just as he was about to go out, Jiang Jiaguo said again: "Oh, that's right. Zhang Hao, come to my office."

Hearing this, the boy named Zhang Hao immediately yelled with a bitter face: "I haven't got any results yet, Lao Jiang, why did you start 'killing chickens'?"

Jiang Jiaguo put on a serious face, probably remembering that he didn't write a single word in his winter vacation homework on the first day of school, with some personal grievances: "You have the nerve to say, I can recognize your dog crawling words turned into ashes. "

Boy: "..."

Never expected to be defeated by this.

After Jiang Jiaguo left, everyone in the classroom dispersed.

You have to die sooner or later, so it's better to be happy for these two days.

This Friday, the owner of the milk tea shop had something to do, so he closed the door before six o'clock.

Wen Yan was changing his work clothes in the background, and Chen Xing beside him asked, "Hey Wen Yan, where do you live?"

"West Street Jingquan Community."

"That's not far away. Do you want to play football together tonight?"

"No, I have something to do tonight."

"Ok."

Chen Xing shook his head regretfully: "A few girls in Class [-] just asked me if you would go or not. If you don't go there, how many girls will be sad. You are really a hard-working school girl, and you are sincere."

Wen Yanxiao ignored him, picked up the schoolbag and said, "Then I'll go first."

"Okay, see you next week."

Xiao Qi's food store was gone, so Wen Yan went to the supermarket after leaving the milk tea shop.

He went to the supermarket near the school. The one he frequented on West Street was undergoing renovations and hadn't opened for business in the past few days.Xiaoqi has a picky taste and only eats one brand of imported food since she was a child, and it is not easy to buy.

When I came out, the evening glow was shining brightly, and the students in several nearby schools were out of school.Yu Xia reflected the faces of passers-by with different expressions, like the breath of fireworks in the world.

Wen Yan was not very familiar with this road, the school district houses and demolition alleys criss-crossed, and the loud shouts continued to come out, blending with the aftertaste of autumn evening.

In the corner of the alley ahead, there were a few unscrupulous teenagers who were threatening for money, but the boy who was threatened had a sympathetic look and kept his head down.

Wen Yan paused, it was the child downstairs.

Those people should also be junior high school students, and they said some nasty things in their mouths.It should be because he is used to bullying people, and when he saw that the boy only took out ten yuan from his pocket, he was instantly dissatisfied.

"Why the hell is there such a small amount of money? Didn't I tell you that it's fifty this time! Are you fucking looking for a fight!"

"I, I... only have so much money..."

"Stutter, don't even think about leaving if you don't have [-] today!"

The boy was violently pushed against the wall, and the group of people turned out everything in his bag and threw it on the ground, and stepped on it maliciously.

"Either call your classmate to come, or you don't want to leave today, you choose yourself."

"Ah...my, drawing..."

The boy seemed to have finally reacted, and tried in vain to reach out to stop it, but this would only arouse their more vile playing factor for them.

It is the nature of the human world to bully the weak.

"Hey, I still want to be a great painter. I can't even speak clearly, do you deserve it!"

"Hahahaha, I don't even look at what you look like. Bah! The pimples all over your face are disgusting."

"Why don't people like you die earlier, so as not to waste air resources hahahaha..."

While mocking, they stomped hard on the sketches scattered on the ground.It seems that only in this way can they prove their "powerful" existence.

The white paper became crumpled and bent little by little, and an indelible mark was smeared on it.

Destroying a person's heart is very simple, just destroy what he cares most about.

Angry?

Angry?

You have done nothing wrong and the world has treated you this way.

So resist, only the young eagle in desperate situation can flap its wings.

The boy burst into tears, and the hot tears wet the broken drawing paper, he finally chose to give in.

"Why are sissies crying, it's disgusting."

"Oh my God, little stammer still cries."

"Okay, I'm so annoying, I'll beat you up again..."

Seeing that the fist was about to fall, Wen Yan just wanted to go out to stop it, but a voice got ahead of him——

"I'm afraid it's not good to rely on so many people to bully one."

Before the people arrived, the sound came first, and the young man's voice came loose, like a spring breeze in March, tearing apart the sins of this side.

After Wen Yan glanced at the approaching person, he calmly stood behind the tree.

Jiang Han walked over from across the road, his white short-sleeved flamboyant, his school uniform jacket slung over his shoulders, and he looked like a fool.

"Didn't Uncle Police teach you not to bully children casually?"

Jiang Han walked over and said.

There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Several people were interrupted, but seeing Jiang Han was the only one, his arrogance rose again in an instant.

"Who the hell are you, we bully him and take care of your ass!"

"Go away if you are sensible, or you will be beaten together."

"It's just a coincidence that the word 'sensitivity' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Lightly picking a loose tone.

"If you are stubborn, then I think you are looking for a fight!"

One person spoke, and greeted Jiang Han with his hand.

Jiang Han hissed and said something.

Then he easily pinched the man's wrist, folded it lightly, and then heard a scream.

The crisp bone sound in the air made several people's scalps tingle.

They heard Jiang Han say in a joking tone: "Although I'm not as clean as my tablemate, I can't touch everything."

Wen Yan: "..."

The man's screams continued, and he was usually a bully.As soon as they encountered an opponent stronger than them, they immediately gave up.

"Let go of our boss!"

"Do you know, do you know who we are, this street is under our control..."

"I really don't know."

Jiang Han shrugged his shoulders, let go of his hand, and said in a tone that did not deserve a beating: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

The gangsters were so angry that they were half dead, but they were afraid of Jiang Han's strength, so no one dared to do anything for a while.

Coincidentally, someone recognized Jiang Hanlai.

"That's Jiang and Jiang Han from Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School..."

One said in horror.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people at the scene changed.They don't need to know about today's weather, but they can't help but know about Jiang Han.

Legend has it that one hit ten is effortless, and the speed of changing girlfriends is as fast as undressing. Passers-by are already frightened just by hearing the name.

Although rumors and rumors will only spread more and more outrageous, but Jiang Han's name is indeed resounding.

Looking at the faces of those people who instantly turned gray, Jiang Han blinked innocently, and said, "Am I that scary?"

The gangsters say you have it.

Knowing that they hit a nail today, they helped up their eldest brother who was dripping with pain and sweat, and planned to slip away later.

Halfway through, they heard Jiang Han say from behind: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this person is mine."

The implication is that this person is covered by me, you can no longer bully him.

Hearing this, the faces of several people couldn't help turning pale, and they quickly ran away with quicker pace.As if there was a ghost chasing after him, one of them was thrown into the mud.

Jiang Han: "..."

Am I really that scary?

After the few people left, the boy came over to thank him: "Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, thank you...thank you."

The boy's name is Jiang Ping, and he lives in the building at the far end of the complex. Jiang Han met him a few times when he went to deliver things to his queen mother's friends.

Quite a taciturn child, Jiang Han has helped him a few times before.

"It's okay." Jiang Han said, "If you don't make a sound, they will only bully you more, and I won't help you again and again in the future. If you don't want to be bullied, you have to become stronger yourself."

It was rare for Jiang Han to make such remarks, and he was almost moved by what he said.

The boy nodded, picked up the things on the ground and said again: "Thank you."

There was no stuttering of these two words, and the words were spoken in a straight voice, with tears of emotion shining in his eyes.

Jiang Han coughed lowly: "It's a pleasure to help others, hurry up and go home."

The boy left, taking with him the completely destroyed paintings on the ground.

Jiang Han stood there for a while, then suddenly said: "My little friend, it's time to come out after watching the play for so long."

The alley was quiet and the autumn wind was blowing, Wen Yan slowly walked out from behind the tree.The setting sun scattered behind him, blending with the old alley in early autumn, like a quiet landscape ink painting.

Unexpectedly, this person would be Wen Yan, Jiang Han froze for a moment, and said, "At the same... table, why are you here?"

As soon as he finished asking, he felt that his question was a bit silly. He must have to go home after school. He didn't seem to have asked where Wen Yan's house was.

"What a coincidence," Jiang Han greeted, "Then you go home, I'll go first."

Today Jiang Yong came back from the department, in order to avoid being investigated, Jiang Han could only choose to go home early sadly.

But soon, when he got to the bus stop, he realized something was wrong——

Wen Yan followed behind him.

Jiang Han formed a group of words, pointed to the alley behind him and said doubtfully, "Aren't you... going home?"

Hearing this, Wen Yan, who was standing beside him, took a look at him, and then looked away.

Just at this time, the No. 53 bus came, and Wen Yan got on the bus with a shoulder bag on his back.

Jiang Han froze for a second, then followed.