The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

Seeing what An Sheng said so strangely, Jiang Yingyu leaned back, the meaning in his eyes was somewhat incomprehensible.

"Should we go!" An Sheng ate a few mouthfuls, which made him gasp, "I'm burnt to death."

In fact, it’s okay to go, it’s okay if you don’t go.

Jiang Yingyu thought for a while, got up and lifted his schoolbag to say hello.

"Don't go."

"Hey! You!" An quickly ate a few mouthfuls, wiped her mouth from the burn, and walked to the side with her schoolbag and pushed the cart.

"Why don't you go, give me a reason!" An Sheng pushed the car closer and smiled, "Brother Yu."

"..." Jiang Yingyu rolled his eyes, looked helplessly at An Sheng who was smiling at him, tightened his schoolbag, turned his head and ran away.

An Sheng didn't react yet, he was a little stunned.

"...Why are you running!" The person had already run a long distance, An Sheng hurriedly got on the bike, kicked his legs, and the leopard-print bike left only an afterimage...

As soon as he arrived at the school parking lot, An Sheng was caught by Zhao Wen who was eating his mouth full.

"..." Swallowing the sausage quickly, he stretched out his hand to grab the person and pointed to the teaching building and asked, "What's the matter with you two! You're chasing me, I think he's going to die, his face is sweating! "

An Sheng frowned and looked at the sleeves being pulled by Zhao Wen with disgust, "Take your hands away first."

It's all fucking oil!Dirty or not!

"Tsk! It's said that you still don't admit to your cleanliness!" Walking behind An Sheng, Zhao Wen looked at the back of An Sheng's head, something flashed in his mind, and he opened his mouth, "Hey! What do I think, you I seem to have seen this hairstyle before? Isn’t it just... hey! Why are you running away!”

Before he finished speaking, An Sheng ran straight ahead, Zhao Wen jumped on the spot, and then ran a few steps, but his legs were short and fleshy, and he was out of breath within a few steps.

"Two turtle grandchildren!" Why is it so hard to talk to these two recently!

And why is An Sheng running?

Seeing Jiang Yingyu who was approaching the door of the classroom, An Sheng speeded up and rushed straight, and when he rushed up, his throat was locked.

There was a sound of tables and chairs being knocked down in the classroom, and everyone turned their heads to look at the two in surprise: Did these two fight?

"..."

"...cough cough..."

Wu Zhe was holding a paper in his hand, looking at the two people who suddenly rolled beside his legs, he was a little dazed.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Jiang Yingyu stood up, his face was gloomy, and his body was covered in ashes. He patted and found that his knees and elbows were burning.

An Sheng silently helped Jiang Yingyu wipe off the ashes on his body, and followed Jiang Yingyu back to his seat slowly.

"Are you all right? You..." Wu Zhe asked.

"It's okay." Jiang Yingyu said angrily, his whole body hurt like hell, if he hadn't covered his face with his arms, his whole face might be bald right now.

Wu Zhe saw that it was not suitable to ask questions at this moment, so he had to turn around and walk back.

After sitting for a while, Jiang Yingyu caught a glimpse of An Sheng messing around in the desk box by himself, thinking in his mouth: Someone must have turned over his desk box again.

irritating!

This idiot!

Jiang Yingyu was so angry that he couldn't read any books he wanted to read.

You said you wanted to have a fight with someone, but they didn't say a word, they were very obedient, and if you didn't say something, you felt panicky again.

Jiang Yingyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Someone touched his arm. He glanced over and saw a small box of Band-Aids between his slender fingers.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yingyu frowned and looked at the box of Band-Aids.

An Sheng poked him again, "Your hand is bleeding, post it."

Jiang Yingyu still couldn't let go of his voice, thinking that this kid would also feel guilty!

"Then you don't need a box!" Jiang Yingyu still didn't move.

An Sheng directly put the box on his desk, "There are not many boxes, they are packed in small boxes."

"..." Isn't the small box a box?

Jiang Yingyu felt tired, so he reached out to open the box and took out the Band-Aid inside.

Looking at the Band-Aid that was taken out, Jiang Yingyu felt a little helpless: What can this mini Band-Aid be used for?

Not only mini, but also pink and tender.

"Because it's too small, I need to use a few more," An Sheng said suddenly, "This thing is very useful, except it's a little small."

Is this a little bit of a reason!

"Can you buy some normal ones!" Jiang Yingyu said, "This is for girls!"

I can't figure out how An Sheng, a 1.8-meter-tall man, made such a small thing.

Unexpectedly, An Sheng glanced at him at this moment, "This is what my cousin bought a lot last time. I think it's very useful. I'll keep a few more boxes just in case. I don't need to use this."

No wonder there are so many miscellaneous things on An Sheng's desk, it turned out that his sister had a lot of them.

"Everything that can be used is a good thing. Don't be discriminatory. Put it on quickly, it will stick to your clothes." Pointing to the blood stains on Jiang Yingyu's wrist, An Sheng directly tore off two band-aids .

"Stretch it over here." Taking Jiang Yingyu's hand, An Sheng directly pasted and pressed the two sheets together to make one, and it just stuck on.

Jiang Yingyu grinned under his pressure, and looked at An Sheng's retracted hand, "So, what kind of wind did you have just now, if I don't protect my face, I might have blood splashed in Class [-] today."

An Sheng didn't care, he leaned on the chair and looked at him, "I don't have any grudges, I just want to ask why you didn't go, I'm curious."

Jiang Yingyu was stunned for a moment, and was so confused by his words that he almost didn't bring it up.

"That's it?"

"Otherwise?" An Sheng took it out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Hey! Dove, enjoy silky smoothness."

It's an apology.

"..." After taking the piece of chocolate, Jiang Yingyu almost lost his temper.

Today's morning reading was to read words. Wang Yuan looked around and saw that everyone was reading well, so she went back to the office with her bag.

After reading for a while, An Sheng couldn't help asking, "So why don't you go?"

An Sheng's question came at the right time, and almost the whole class could hear it clearly.

Jiang Yingyu covered his face with the book, and made a muffled voice.

"Go! Let me go!"

How could there be such a pestering person!

Hearing what he said, An Sheng was obviously a little unexpected, but the process is not important, the result is just going.

"Alright, I'll pick you up on Saturday," An Sheng said in a low voice, "It's just Mid-Autumn Festival, so you can relax."

Jiang Yingyu looked at the words, but An Sheng was nagging in his ears, which made him really want to stuff people into the desk box.

"By the way, why do I think you seem to like English very much?" An Sheng said curiously, "Hey! Your name..."

"Can you shut up and let me rest for a while? Brother!" Jiang Yingyu scratched his head, "Please, please let me go!"

An Sheng put his hand on his lips, made an OK sign with one hand, and made a gesture of closing the zipper with the other, his lips were pursed tightly.

And Zhao Wen at the back door couldn't help but laugh, mainly because he rarely saw An Sheng deflated, so it was really cool at the moment.

The last class is Liu Qiang's. He is much more energetic than yesterday when he just walked in, and he can even see a little smile on his face.

Liu Qiang's class was still boring and dull, Jiang Yingyu supported his left cheek with one hand, and unconsciously drew on the draft paper with his right hand.

His previous school courses had to be taught here three or four lessons ahead of time. Without comparison, there would be no harm. Liu Qiang's way of explaining was not to mention following the teaching materials, and it was a bit convoluted.

While staring blankly, Liu Qiang suddenly whipped someone.

"An Sheng! Get up and look at this question for me, what is the answer!"

An Sheng raised his head slowly, glanced at the blackboard, then stood up, pushed his glasses, "B."

"..." Liu Qiang choked.

The class roared with laughter, and some even slapped the table and laughed.

"I'm here to answer a question, and I'm asking you what the answer is, what's your B!" Liu Qiang cursed angrily.

Someone below smiled back at him, "What else can it be B, pretend to be B!"

Regardless of what they said, An Sheng calmly glanced at Jiang Yingyu, and then saw the draft paper in his hand.

After a while, An Sheng said, "The answer is four plus the square root of two."

Yo!

Liu Qiang turned his head to look at the blackboard, turned his face to look at An Sheng and smiled, "You boy, sit down!"

Liu Qiang changed the topic and started the lecture again.

After An Sheng sat down, Jiang Yingyu moved the draft paper back and kept his eyes fixed on the blackboard, but his face was full of boredom.

"You can still draw?" An Sheng asked, "I can't tell!"

Jiang Yingyu lazily replied, "I'm much older."

Like the question just now.

An Sheng once again carefully looked at Jiang Yingyu's random drawing, and couldn't help sighing, this can be regarded as professional!

The painting is really good, not to mention lifelike, because what he drew is an anime character, from Dragon Ball, the expressions and costumes are impeccable.

This incident gave An Sheng a different understanding of Jiang Yingyu.

As the end of get out of class was approaching, everyone was ready to go, but Liu Qiang seemed to be against them, and he didn't mention the end of get out of class for a long time, and he still talked non-stop.

"Here we can make a hypothesis..." Pointing to the blackboard, but seeing that people were already looking out the window, Liu Qiang put down the chalk and wiped his hands, "Tell me about you, if you use your usual energy to rush to the cafeteria Use it in your studies, do a few more questions, memorize a few words, and you will be in Tsinghua University and Peking University a long time ago!"

Reluctantly picked up the book and waved it, "Okay, let's get out of class! One by one, you don't need to work hard in class, and you have to eat and charge..."

Walking with the crowd, Jiang Yingyu felt something strange behind him, turned around and took a look, only to realize that someone was following behind him.

"Brother Yu's little tail is here," An Sheng also glanced behind him, "Brother Yu isn't going to say hello?"

"Can you stop calling me that," Jiang Yingyu said, "we are about the same age!"

An Sheng grinned at him, "Then... Yinger?"

This is even worse!

Jiang Yingyu sighed and shook his head to express his helplessness.

An Sheng is cheap, he didn't recruit.

After taking the car, An Sheng raised his chin at Jiang Yingyu, signaling to get in the car.

When he just left, Jiang Yingyu suddenly heard someone calling him big brother, but the two of them had already walked a certain distance at that time, and no one was able to catch up.

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Thank you DL baby for the rocket launcher!