God, please be gentle with me

About half an hour later, Teacher Li announced that school could be over, but he specially named a few students to go to the office to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Han Jialin is one of them.

"Brother, wait for me to go together." Before Han Jialin went to the office, he stopped Zhao Bin who was sorting out his books.

"Okay." Anyway, I still have to do the test paper, and Zhao Bin agreed.

Han Jialin and the friends who were named went to the office together. The teachers in the third grade were also working very hard, and most of them hadn't left yet. They were working overtime preparing lessons and grading test papers.

"Ms. Li, what do you want from me?" Han Jialin put on a handsome smile first, "Didn't I pass the exam this time?"

"A bid of 87 points is okay? Your requirements are really low enough."

Han Jialin said flatly: "I only got 78 points last week, and this time I've lost all of them."

"Stop talking to me, if it wasn't for your mother and I being college classmates, I wouldn't bother to bother you." Li Li said as she took out a printed test paper and said, "These are all questions you did wrong, go back and solve the third question. Give it to me tomorrow morning."

"But I have other homework..."

"No bargains will be accepted unless doubled."

"Hey, okay." Han Jialin slumped his shoulders, took the test paper with a dejected expression, and then heard a soft greeting from the front: "Hello, teacher, the history papers are here."

Han Jialin raised his head and saw Fang Shuyao holding a stack of test papers, his face was almost lost.

"Thank you, Shuyao, let's put it here." The teacher, Fang Shuyao, not only had a friendly face, but also praised him.

"What are you looking at? Don't leave yet." Teacher Li raised his eyes and glanced at Han Jialin, only to realize that he was looking at Fang Shuyao.

"Jialin, if you have the intelligence and diligence of Fang Shuyao's little finger, I'm really thankful." Teacher Li said bluntly.

"I..." Han Jialin couldn't hold back. He was about to say something, but Fang Shuyao didn't think about it.

"Ms. Li, he studies Li Zong, which is different from my Wen Zong, so we can't put them together for comparison."

Hearing what Fang Shuyao said, Han Jialin thought to himself: Hey, I didn't expect this kid to be human enough to speak for me.

"Shuyao, don't be modest, if you test Li Zong, you can torture him to death." Teacher Li looked at Fang Shuyao with a smile and said.

"Teacher, you are too much." After Fang Shuyao said so politely, he smiled coldly at Han Jialin.

Han Jialin was stunned.

Damn!This brat is trampling himself under the guise of being modest!

"What are you still standing there for? Go back and do the test paper." Teacher Li was dissatisfied with Han Jialin standing in front of her like a telegraph pole, "I will call your mother at night."

"Understood!" Being mentioned as a parent in front of Fang Shuyao, Han Jialin lost face.

Coming out of the office, Han Jialin's anger was already soaring to the sky. He saw Zhao Bin standing in the corridor drinking water.

There are two vertical water dispensers in the school corridor, and ice water and hot water are supplied 24 hours a day.

Just as Zhao Bin received a glass of ice water and was about to drink it, Han Jialin walked over and took the glass over, and took a few sips by himself.

"Why, have you been scolded?" Zhao Bin looked at Han Jialin with a puzzled expression, "Didn't your test this time be better than the last time?"

"But my mother is not satisfied, and asked Teacher Li to add homework." Han Jialin shook the test paper in his hand.

"Isn't this commonplace, and it's worth being so angry?"

"It's not because of this, I got into a fight with Littlefinger today, and I was compared to Littlefinger twice a day!" Han Jialin said angrily, isn't that right? Lu Qi said he was not as good as An Jiyu's Littlefinger, the teacher said He is not as good as Fang Shuyao's little finger.

"Is that Fang Shuyao?" Zhao Bin asked, at the other end of the corridor, Fang Shuyao just walked out of the teacher's office.

"Yeah." Han Jialin glanced at him, the other party was obviously very wary of him, coming from the other side of the corridor.

"A good student is a good one. You don't have to worry about going to the office." Zhao Bin said.Although his grades are better than Han Jialin's, but there are some partial subjects. For example, biology is much better than maths, and he often receives special care from his math teacher, so the two of them must be brothers in difficulty.

"And you know he won't be scolded?"

"It's impossible for him to be scolded." Zhao Bin said firmly.

Han Jialin wanted to make a rebuttal, but after thinking about it carefully, Fang Shuyao really had no reason to be punished. He has won numerous awards since the first grade of high school and has never been criticized.

Suddenly, Han Jialin thought of the high-standard manga, and looked at Fang Shuyao who was approaching, and thought of a plan.

"Ah! Binbin!" Han Jialin's voice suddenly sharpened a bit, with a hint of coquettishness, and even tore the collar of his school uniform.

"Why?" Facing Han Jialin, who seemed to have taken a wrong line suddenly, Zhao Bin couldn't help straightening his back a little.

"The water I drank just now is so cold, hug me tight! Warm me up." Han Jialin hugged Zhao Bin coquettishly.

"Are you stupid!" Zhao Bin said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Let me go."

"I don't, I don't want you! They want you to hug me! Come~" Han Jialin circled Zhao Bin's waist, lowered his head and put his face on Zhao Bin's chest, rubbing back and forth, "Ah, Binbin, you are so warm." , so comfortable."

There was a figure flying past the two of them almost with a gust of wind. Han Jialin glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the back of Fang Shuyao's head, his ears were burning red.

"Hey! Fang Shuyao, did you know that you bumped into me? Why are you running so fast? I've never seen someone show affection." Han Jialin immediately stopped him.

Fang Shuyao turned around, his face was also very red, the kind of embarrassment that could bleed.

But Fang Shuyao's eyes were very fierce, as sharp as a knife. After glaring at Han Jialin fiercely, he turned and went into the classroom of class one.

Han Jialin looked inside, of course, his arms were still tightly wrapped around Zhao Bin's waist.

"Wow! Are you here for real?" The students in class two who hadn't come home heard Han Jialin's angry cry, and they all came out to watch the show, and they saw Han Jialin and Zhao Bin at a glance, intimately They hug each other like glue.

"Let go!" Zhao Bin slapped Han Jialin on the forehead, and Han Jialin let go in pain.

"It's just a hug, why are you so stingy?"

"Han Jialin, are you chasing Zhao Bin?" A girl asked with a smile expectantly.

"I think, they won't give it." Han Jialin said with a playful smile, "Can you help?"

"Don't trust him." Zhao Bin interrupted, "He is out of balance today."

"You, you, you!" Han Jialin cried aggrievedly, "Brothers for 17 years, have you forgotten the friendship of wearing the same pair of crotch pants back then? You dislike me for being old now, don't you?"

"I think you are ugly." Zhao Bin shook his head and went back to the classroom to pack his schoolbag. "Hurry up, I'm going back, I'm going to starve to death."

"Binbin, hold your conscience and say, am I ugly or handsome?" Han Jialin clung to Zhao Bin's back like a dog's skin plaster.

"It's so annoying!" Zhao Bin stretched out his hands to pinch Han Jialin's cheeks, and pulled, "Listen, I won't come to you even if I want to disturb Ji!"

"Huh? You don't even want me so handsome, so who do you want? Tell me and listen." Han Jialin looked like he was stalking.

"I must find someone who is more handsome than you!" Zhao Bin pushed Han Jialin away, and while they were talking, there was a girl smiling and taking pictures with her mobile phone.

"My heart is about to break!" Han Jialin turned his head to look at the female classmate, with a look of abandonment on his face, "Binbin doesn't want me anymore! He's taken a fancy to another man! He's always abandoned!"

"Have you had enough fun? I'm about to faint from hunger. Do you want to go or not? I'll go back first."

"Let's go! Darling, just wait for me." Han Jialin quickly packed his schoolbag.

"Hurry up." Zhao Bin urged again at the door of the classroom.

"Okay, here we come!" Han Jialin carried his schoolbag and blew a kiss to the other students, "Goodbye, dears, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

"Bye, you have to be nice to Binbin." Everyone laughed and said goodbye to them.

"I'm really going to starve to death." Zhao Bin muttered.

"Brother, please eat a double serving of curry fish balls." Han Jialin hooked Zhao Bin's neck as a matter of course, and the two walked downstairs side by side.

After they walked out of the school gate, Fang Shuyao took his schoolbag and left the classroom.

The author has something to say: I heard that the freshmen in the first year of high school in 17 started not to distinguish between arts and sciences. In fact, this is better, but the content of my article is still divided into subjects.

And speaking of the ages of Zhao Bin and his friends, he started elementary school at the age of six.But now students study early, and many of them are already in college, so I will skip this one~~~

When I wrote about the youth campus, I felt like I was back in school, (⊙o⊙)...Thinking about it carefully, I don’t want to miss it.

It is better to live without getting up early and going to bed late and taking frequent exams.

If you are still a high school student when you see this paragraph, please skip directly ==

I saw a message saying, why didn’t I say anything in the author’s words yesterday, in fact, I was afraid that you would think I was talking, if I really wanted to talk, I could talk longer than the main text XD, people who have known me for a long time We all know that I may be talking, but in order to make you feel that I am tall, so I will say less.

A few days ago, a cat broke the cup. My mother scolded me and blamed me for not putting the cup in the right place.It doesn't exist in my house.

I got angry, and then I went into the kitchen and opened an imported can for the cats, with the flavor of tuna + crab meat. I divided five bowls, and they were delicious.

You ask what kind of divine development this is, and it is like this in my family.

The life of a cat slave is (crossed out) bitter (crossed out) and happy.

Thank you for reading the text and chatting~~~^^