The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

"..." Wet last night?

Jiang Yingyu looked down, it was his clothes, how did it get wet, he was a little stuck right now.

An Sheng changed quickly, and he didn't mind that there was another person in the room. According to his rough nerves, as long as it wasn't a woman, he could perform a three-second stripping on the spot.

stunt!

After putting on the school uniform, An Sheng held the mouthwash jar and looked at Jiang Yingyu who was still holding the clothes and looked dazed, "Haven't you woken up yet?"

Can't!

"No," Jiang Yingyu replied to him.

"Then I'm going to brush my teeth first. Hurry up. I may not have time to go back to get your school uniform..." An Sheng said with a mouthwash jar, pulled a facekerchief from behind the door and put it on his shoulders, and went downstairs.

"..." Jiang Yingyu pinched his clothes in a daze, only to recover when he saw that no one was there.

"hiss……"

This early in the morning, the visual impact is too great.

"Fuck, you didn't take off your clothes, why don't you just change clothes with your shirt off!" He scolded himself and began to change clothes.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the clothes are changed or not, the style he wears is similar to An Sheng's.

After going downstairs, An Sheng pointed to the toothbrush, "I just brought you a new one."

It is convenient to own a supermarket.

"Oh, thanks."

An Sheng pushed the car out with his schoolbag on his back.

"It's running out of time now. Anyway, I have an exam tomorrow, and I won't be able to teach much today, so you don't have to go back to get your schoolbag." An Sheng glanced back at Jiang Yingyu, who was wearing a vest and shorts, "Let's go, hurry up."

The two hurried to the school, and they arrived at the school gate when the class bell rang. After putting the car away, the two ran to the classroom with wind under their feet.

"..." Jiang Yingyu adjusted his breathing. The teacher hadn't come yet, so Zhao Wen looked at the two in surprise.

"Hello, An Sheng?" Jiang Yingyu pushed An Sheng's arm lying on the table. It's been a long time since he entered the classroom, and this guy hasn't recovered yet?

Suddenly, Jiang Yingyu noticed that An Sheng's shoulders were shaking, as if he was crying, and the hand he wanted to slap stopped in mid-air.

……

An Sheng didn't raise his head until the department representative started asking the students to hand in the papers.

There were no tears, not a trace of sadness to be seen.

An Sheng only trembled when he laughed.

After waiting for a while, An Sheng opened his schoolbag and prepared to take the paper. As soon as he took out the paper, An Sheng cursed, "Fuck him, this is your paper!"

He brought it wrong!

"What?" Jiang Yingyu glanced at it, and inexplicably laughed, "You're an idiot."

When the representative of the department came to collect the papers, An Sheng looked melancholy, "You know, I have a dog in my house, that... I finished the papers, so this dog... was torn up..."

The representative of the department was embarrassed for a while, and then said to the teacher for a while, then turned and went back.

After a while, Jiang Yingyu looked at An Sheng with a look of disbelief, "This pot is really good!"

An Sheng is used to it, although he is not a good student, but he has to come up with an excuse to deal with it.

"Where are you six? You haven't noticed anything wrong with your feet yet, have you?" An Sheng replied.

Something is wrong?

Something's wrong... Fuck!

Hearing what An Sheng said, Jiang Yingyu lowered his head and glanced at his feet. He was still wearing yesterday's flip flops.

And at this moment, the Disciplinary Inspection Department, which inspects the school uniforms, is pushing in through the door.

"..." Jiang Yingyu felt a little irritable all over.

Not to mention not wearing a school uniform, but also wearing slippers to class, this is not what the head is squeezed by the door.

These people come every day, just like the exercises between classes, there is no day when they don't do it, they check every day, and if they catch someone who is not wearing a school uniform, it is the responsibility of the whole class.

"Hey! How about you put your hand in and we both wear one?" An Sheng glanced at the people who were counting the number of people, turned his head and said to Jiang Yingyu.

Jiang Yingyu looked impatient, and looked at An Sheng like a fool, "Do you think they are mentally retarded?"

An Sheng turned his head again, seeing that he was about to be counted, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Yingyu.

"I have a way..."

"One less person," said the classmate checking the number of students who was about to record the data, but suddenly saw a classmate holding his hand high at the back door.

"That classmate just went to the toilet." An Sheng said.

He wasn't afraid that those people would come down to investigate, and the hand holding Jiang Yingyu's head was exerting all his strength.

Sure enough, those people listened to his reason, which was quite reasonable. The main reason was that this kind of situation did exist, and other classes also had it, so they nodded and went out.

Fortunately, they were changed to the back door where Zhao Wen was sitting last week. Those people habitually counted inside first, otherwise this matter might not be able to be done today.

He patted Jiang Yingyu's head to make people stand up, but there was no response for a long time.

"..." Jiang Yingyu was so stunned that he couldn't think, An Sheng pressed the person directly to the crotch of his trousers, and he almost didn't feel sullen.

"Hey!" Pulling him up, An Sheng couldn't help laughing when he saw his unrepentant look, "I'm sorry, the time is too tight, I didn't think of other ways, but it went smoothly!"

"Cough..." Jiang Yingyu coughed, turned to look at the blackboard and said nothing.

An Sheng leaned over and smiled slightly, "Didn't it scare you?"

It was really urgent at that moment, and Jiang Yingyu hadn't even reacted to his smooth movement of pulling and pressing.

Seeing that something was wrong, An Sheng also panicked, and explained in a rambling manner by himself.

"Stop talking," Jiang Yingyu said, "Old rascal."

An Sheng was not happy about this, "Hey! No, what do you mean, why am I such an old hooligan?"

Didn't you just do him a favor, so why are you an old hooligan?

Jiang Yingyu turned to look at him, "If you're not a hooligan, then did you push him hard on the crotch of your trousers?"

Hearing what he said, An Sheng was dumbfounded. After thinking about it carefully, the posture just now was indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Well... I didn't have time, did I?" An Sheng pushed his glasses, "I didn't catch you, did I?"

Geez, bad posture.

Crackling?

"You think you're a golden cudgel." He wanted to take the book and put it on the table, but when he reached in, he found that there was nothing inside. He simply leaned on the back of the stool, "It can be hard anytime, anywhere."

Got it!

I'm still afraid that your iron head will hit the egg!

An Sheng stopped talking, this man, he's still here.

What he wanted to ask was when he was pushed down, did the table touch him, but what he said, he directly attacked him personally!

This not-so-good morning was spent in such an unpleasant way. Jiang Yingyu looked at the strange caller, which was buzzing and vibrating at the moment. He had a hunch that it might be someone from his family.

"Let's go!" An Sheng pushed the car and looked at him. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he slid his hands on the phone for him.

An Sheng knew that he actually wanted to answer the call, otherwise he wouldn't have hung up the call all the time. If he didn't want to answer the call, he would just hang up, or be blacklisted, once and for all.

"..." Jiang Yingyu glanced at An Sheng before putting the phone next to his ear.

"Hello? Xiaoyu," the phone was finally connected, and Nie Lan couldn't control her tone, "Why don't you answer the phone all the time, don't you know how worried your mother is? Why are you becoming more and more self-willed..."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yingyu frowned listening to the nagging over there, and the uncontrollable irritability surged up again in his heart.

Nie Lan paused, and became a little angry, "Is this the way you talk to your mother? Huh?"

At this moment, people in twos and threes in the parking lot were riding their bicycles. They were still at the intersection, and they wanted to let others pass from time to time. Jiang Yingyu stretched out his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows a few times, suppressing his irritability and saying, "Well, I'm sorry."

"Yesterday, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, you didn't have a single phone call. What's the matter?" Nie Lan stood by the French window and looked at the workers who were pruning branches below, "I had so much fun there, I couldn't take my heart back, right? Do you take this family seriously!"

In fact, Nie Lan seldom got angry like this, and rarely spoke in such a loud voice. This time, she was really angry.

Jiang Yingyu smiled wryly, and replied in a slow tone, "I was too busy yesterday, so I forgot to call back, sorry."

An Sheng frowned and looked at this young man who opened his mouth and said he was sorry, and felt a little annoyed.

"Busy?" Nie Lan laughed angrily, and she said, "What are you busy with, you should tell me."

What are you up to?

My own son doesn't understand yet?What can he be busy with, there are people doing everything at home, what else can he do?Is it possible that after a trip to the countryside, you will learn to wash and cook for others?

"..." Jiang Yingyu suddenly didn't want to say anything, but suddenly felt very tired, so he just kept the phone empty and didn't say anything.

After a while, Nie Lan also suppressed the anger, "Is the money still enough? Not enough, mom will transfer it to you."

"No need," Jiang Yingyu said.

"Then how do you get along with your grandma? The environment in her place is a bit bad. You..."

"Very good," Jiang Yingyu looked at the blue sky, "Grandma treats me very well, we get along very well, everything is fine here."

"..." Nie Lan sighed, "Well, your father... didn't come back last night, he was busy in the hospital..."

"Yeah." Before anyone could finish speaking, Jiang Yingyu interrupted her, "I know, it's quite normal, it happens every year."

"Xiaoyu, don't say that, your father..." Nie Lan wanted to explain something, but she didn't have time to finish.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Also, I'm going to eat. I'm hungry. Bye." After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yingyu's heart throbbed badly. He stood still and took a few deep breaths, just as a scooter passed by , he almost took a breath.

The phone call was not long or short, but it was enough for a person to have a meal. There were hardly any people in the parking lot at the moment, and it was very quiet.

"Fuck!" Putting the phone away, Jiang Yingyu walked towards the school gate.

An Sheng pushed the cart and walked up to him, and asked him, "Are you... wanting to walk back?"

Jiang Yingyu walked so fast that An Sheng almost couldn't keep up with the cart. Those long legs really walked fast.

When he came to the fried rice restaurant, Jiang Yingyu ordered a fried rice and a bottle of drink.

An Sheng pushed the station to the side. He knew that Jiang Yingyu was in a bad mood at the moment, and he also knew that it was because of that phone call.

After thinking about it, he still pushed the cart and walked outside.