The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

Turn off the lights and sleep.

One night without dreams, but the next day I felt very sleepy.

Jiang Yingyu leaned against the table and yawned again, squinting at An Sheng walking towards him with his hands behind his back.

"What did you do last night?" An Sheng put the things on the table, staring at Jiang Yingyu's hand covering his mouth, "You hit seven or eight this morning."

It stands to reason that I didn't sleep too late last night, and Jiang Yingyu didn't quite understand what was going on.

He shook his head and squinted his eyes on the table.

It's not morning reading yet, Jiang Yingyu wanted to hurry up and sleep for a while, but An Sheng held something in his hand and stretched it out in front of him.

"Hey! Chicken legs," An Sheng watched Jiang Yingyu turn his head slowly with a smile in his eyes, as if the frame had dropped, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat chicken legs yesterday?"

In fact, Amway listened to him and asked him to bring it.

Jiang Yingyu's eyes finally opened a little bit, the chicken leg was wrapped with a layer of yellow oil paper, and the fragrance could still be faintly smelled.

Without moving his hands, he put his head closer to the chicken leg, almost poking the tip of his nose on the greased paper. After feeling the heat, he raised his hand to take it in a little surprise.

"Is there a chicken leg seller in this rundown school? I haven't seen it." Peeling off the oil paper, Jiang Yingyu took a deep breath, it smells so good!

The heat is just right, not hot.

An Sheng looked at him like that, suppressed a smile and said, "Fart, this is specially reserved for you last night."

"Specially for me?" Jiang Yingyu gnawed several mouthfuls by himself, stuffing his mouth like a hamster, "It's so good? Then why didn't you take it out when you had breakfast, and just ate it together."

An Sheng was afraid that he would choke, so he opened the water and passed it to him.

"It's already cold after leaving it overnight, and you got up too late, and it's too late to ask Boss Chaos to help you heat it up. I remember that there is a small oven in the canteen, so I thought it would be okay to come to the school to make it."

So, did An Sheng bring him a chicken drumstick on purpose and go all the way to heat it up for him?

Jiang Yingyu's cheeks were stuffed with chicken. He swallowed it and found that he couldn't swallow it any longer. He took the water that An Sheng had opened, and when he raised his head to drink it, his eyes felt hot and sore.

Zhao Wen sniffed around with his nose up, and it took him a while to find the source of the smell. He immediately jumped behind the two of them and slapped them both on the vest.

"Okay, you two, steal behind my back!"

As Zhao Wen's slap fell, Jiang Yingyu, who hadn't had time to separate himself from that inexplicable emotion, choked on the spot, followed by a heaven-shattering cough.

"..." An Sheng turned to look at the culprit.

"..." Zhao Wen slowly withdrew his hand and shrank back, "Well, I didn't mean to..."

Here, Jiang Yingyu buried his face under his elbows and coughed while wiping the water from his nose with a tissue.

An Sheng glared at Zhao Wen, and then stretched out his hand to pat Jiang Yingyu's back, "How is it? Let me see if it's choked into the intake pipe?"

Looking so embarrassed, Jiang Yingyu didn't dare to look up. He shook the hand holding the drumstick to An Sheng, expressing that he was fine, but he kept coughing.

At that moment, he really thought he was going to die.

My whole head was in a daze, and now that I've calmed down a bit, I feel that the whole person is not well.

After patting for a while, An Sheng saw that Zhao Wen didn't talk about the chicken legs anymore, so he retracted quietly.

Tsk!This troublemaker.

Thanks to Jiang Yingyu getting to know them a little better, otherwise An Sheng felt that Zhao Wen might be maimed when they calmed down.

Until 10 minutes into the morning reading, Jiang Yingyu still coughed twice from time to time, coughing up his mother's tears.

When the person finally raised his head, An Sheng looked at the blushing face, a little wanting to laugh, but a little pitiful.

Passing the water, An Sheng asked, "Do you still drink?"

Jiang Yingyu looked up at him, his eyes were already red, and he waved his hands, "No cough cough..."

The chicken leg in his hand couldn't be eaten anymore, but fortunately, it was almost eaten, so he squeezed the oiled paper into a ball, and Jiang Yingyu squinted his eyes and threw it into the trash can behind.

An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu throwing it so casually, and was a little surprised. Jiang Yingyu said that he was fine with just throwing a ball, but according to his observation, it was much better than ordinary people!

"Is it pretty accurate?" An Sheng said with a smile, took out a paper and wiped the water that Jiang Yingyu sprayed all over his body just now.

Jiang Yingyu cleared his throat and returned to him, "If you are not short-sighted, you can also throw it in, ahem... I just throw it in casually..."

An Sheng laughed, this person really can't boast, he will go to heaven if he praises.

Looking at An Sheng's hand wiping his neck, Jiang Yingyu's Adam's apple slipped.

Fortunately, he didn't choke out the chicken, the picture was simply not too good.

Listening to Jiang Yingyu clearing his throat again, An Sheng asked him, "Have you coughed yet?"

"Uh...no, no, I coughed up, so I cleared my throat, it's okay." Turning his face to look at the table, the embarrassing thing was that there were no books on the table, so Jiang Yingyu had to grab the schoolbag to take out the books.

Tsk, embarrassment!

Jiang Yingyu frowned and complained secretly, he didn't know why he was embarrassed, why was he embarrassed?

I didn't do anything myself, so why should I be so embarrassing?

Isn't it just manual control? Let's see what's wrong. It's inexplicably embarrassing.

Jiang Yingyu is a senior manipulator. It may sound a little perverted to say so, but it is actually normal. Everyone likes beautiful things. Some people like good-looking feet, breasts, etc., but he likes hands, especially good-looking hands. .

Hiss... making myself look like a pervert.

"Oh," An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu who suddenly turned his face away and ignored him, feeling a little confused, and continued to wipe the water on his neck.

When the English class was over, Wang Yuan walked towards the back holding the paper, Jiang Yingyu cast her eyes inadvertently, and her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he was looking for him?

Sure enough, it's not a good thing to meet other people's eyes.

Jiang Yingyu looked at the teacher who was about to come to them, and stretched out his hand to push An Sheng who had been playing mobile games since class without changing his face.

It's that damn word Solitaire again!

How could this man play so hard?

An Sheng didn't understand, so he turned to look at him, "Huh?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Jiang Yingyu closed her mouth and hummed with her nose, staring at Wang Yuan.

An Sheng frowned and looked puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

The tone is also different.

Before An Sheng could get the answer, a cold paper was scraped across his face unexpectedly, causing him to blink several times in fright.

Seeing An Sheng's bewildered expression, Wang Yuan smiled, "An Sheng, you, the class monitor, should take the lead and put away your phone."

It wasn't until now that An Sheng understood Jiang Yingyu's four ums, namely: The teacher is here.

An Sheng put the black screen of the phone in his pocket in a daze, with his legs together, and glanced at Jiang Yingyu, before reaching out to straighten the paper that Wang Yuan had crooked.

Wang Yuan looked at Jiang Yingyu with a calm face, and then said, "Your paper, what do you think of it?"

this problem……

Jiang Yingyu thought for a while, and answered her solemnly, "Exceeded expectations."

So it wasn't him... An Sheng heaved a sigh of relief.

"Oh? What's unexpected?"

"Higher than I expected." Jiang Yingyu said.

It was indeed better than he expected in the test, with a score of more than one hundred and ten, all of which were in the hundreds, which was very good, and he was very satisfied.

When Wang Yuan heard what he said, there was no smile on her face, and the whole atmosphere was a little serious.

An Sheng quietly rubbed his arms, suddenly feeling a little cold...

"But I think you can at least get a hundred, two and three," Wang Yuan said, "It's just a coincidence that you are the first in your grade once, and your strength is the result of always being the first in your grade, you know?"

"..." An Sheng glanced at Jiang Yingyu's fist that was quietly clenched because of these words.

These words do have a bit... that kind of meaning.

Everyone will be uncomfortable.

But An Sheng knew that Wang Yuan would not distrust the students so much. He was going to watch the follow-up about what was going on.

Jiang Yingyu nodded, "I know."

There was some unhappiness, but it didn't reach the point of explosion.

Wang Yuan spread the papers on the table and pointed, "Here, here, and here are the worst places to lose points. You lost at least [-] points. I think it's a pity."

"Yeah." Jiang Yingyu also took a look at the places she pointed at, choosing words, gestalt, and composition.

It's where he often loses points.

"If you are on weekends, come to my house with those students in the class, and I will give you extra lessons." In the eyes of others, being able to score more than 100 points in the English test may already be very good, but this scorer, she thinks that Jiang Yingyu is more than For this point, he should be able to get higher points.

"Huh?" An Sheng was stunned for a moment, "Make up lessons?"

Teacher, you said in front of him, the class monitor, that you secretly made up lessons for the same table, isn't that a little bit bad?

This small stove is also too blatant.

"I..." Jiang Yingyu was a little hesitant. The fact that Wang Yuan could say these things to him meant that Wang Yuan really wanted him to do well. However, it stands to reason that there must be a fee for supplementary lessons. This is a small way for teachers to earn extra money. still know.

The embarrassing thing is that he doesn't even have a tuition fee.

Seeing him like this, Wang Yuan knew what was going on, and immediately smiled, "I made it up for my classmates in my own time, and there is no charge. As long as you can study hard, I will be very satisfied."

These words are really heart-warming, Jiang Yingyu smiled, "Thank you teacher."

After agreeing, Wang Yuan took the paper and went to prepare for the next class. An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu resentfully with his face propped up on one hand.

Jiang Yingyu clicked his tongue, "What are you doing, acting like a resentful woman."

"That's right, what's the matter with me complaining about my wife?" An Sheng blinked his eyes, "Only the teacher is allowed to give you green ways, and I'm not allowed to be jealous."

"Did you know the teacher?" An Sheng muttered, "envious, jealous."

Jiang Yingyu pulled the paper and stood between the two of them, only keeping his eyes on An Sheng, "When I first came here, I met the teacher in the car and gave her my seat."

An Sheng snorted, the explanation Jiang Yingyu gave was the same as helping the old lady cross the road, there was nothing to talk about.

Speaking of this, Jiang Yingyu suddenly remembered that the ranking was out, but he hadn't read it yet.

It's not about himself, but An Sheng's. He still doesn't know how An Sheng did in the exam.

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