The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

There are not many people in the barbecue stall at the moment, and the few people under the shed are sweating profusely, but they are quite enjoyable.

An Sheng chewed the lamb kidneys in his mouth, and there was a rattling noise in his mouth, so loud that Zhao Wen also watched him chewing.

"I haven't asked you yet," An Sheng asked after swallowing his kidney, "Why are you there too?"

Zhao Wen didn't care: "It's because you haven't come back, and I didn't understand what was going on, so I wanted to go to the next door to see the niggers, but no one else was there."

The nigga has been acting strange recently.

An Sheng wiped his mouth, he was really tired.

"I'll ask later." An Sheng said.

There are more and more bamboo sticks on the opposite side, this meal will take more than half an hour, and now I should be able to catch up with the last class when I go back.

The class was finally over. Jiang Yingyu put down his pen and closed the English book. The phone didn't vibrate anymore. He originally said that he would turn off the phone if it vibrated again. It seemed unnecessary.

so tired!exhausted.

He lay down on the table, and before he could adjust his posture, he felt that there was someone sitting next to him.

Looking up, his deskmate was wiping his mouth with a smell of barbecue. Seeing him watching, he grinned at him.

An Sheng took off his school uniform and put it on his knees, and then pulled the desk box full of things, hesitantly, Jiang Yingyu looked at it for a while and then continued to lie on his stomach.

After sleeping all morning, I am not sleepy now, but my whole body is still weak and a little nauseous.

Very uncomfortable!

The class bell for the last class made everyone go back to their seats, because the second year of high school was already divided into arts and sciences, so now there is no annoying geopolitics or anything, which is quite relaxing.

The last section was physics, the physics teacher handed out a paper, turned around and went out for some reason, took the paper handed over by the girl at the front table, and divided one to pass to An Sheng.

"Put it on my table!" An Sheng said casually to him with his head buried.

"..." Jiang Yingyu was stunned by the scene in front of him, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

An Sheng didn't raise his head, "The clothes are torn, mend them."

It was broken at noon, you are really a noble person who forgets things too much.

Jiang Yingyu looked at those slender hands holding an embroidery needle to puncture the school uniform. The speed was so fast, it must be done often.

"You know how to do this!" Jiang Yingyu said, "I can't tell."

"The dolls from poor families have long been in charge." An Sheng scratched his head with a needle. "The papers have to be handed in after class."

Jiang Yingyu was choked by those words, so he had to turn his head and spread out the paper. After reading a few questions, he thought it was okay, and reached out his hand to take out a hair from his bag twice, but he didn't take out a hair.

"Don't bring a pen?" An Sheng's subordinates stopped, and threw a pen over, "You don't bring a pen with you for whatever you're studying here."

The hole in his hand was almost finished, and An Sheng started to sew up again after throwing away the pen.

Jiang Yingyu was a little embarrassed. What An Sheng said was very annoying, but it was too embarrassing to lose his temper with someone else's pen in his hand.

"Thank you." After Jiang Yingyu finished speaking, he started to work on the questions without turning his head.

The tone was a bit stiff, An Sheng continued to mend without answering.

When you want to do something seriously, the time passes quickly. By the time Jiang Yingyu finished the paper, two-thirds of the class had passed.

He finally wrote his name, but found that An Sheng was looking at him closely, which was really frightening to death. He stared wide-eyed and said nothing, but his thighs were already tense.

What annoys him the most is that when others get so close without saying a word, especially unfamiliar people, people can't help but want to slap him.

"Are you a top student? It doesn't look like it." An Sheng took Jiang Yingyu's paper and looked at the next few big questions.

People who don’t know how to do it are basically empty. If you are a little careful, you can get some formulas that you don’t know if they are correct, but Jiang Yingyu’s this, he feels that he should have an idea to do it. You see, people not only have The formula, also draws the trajectory of motion.

That's pretty cool!

Jiang Yingyu suppressed the movement in his hands, glanced at An Sheng's clean paper, and frowned, "You can't just use a pen."

"Yes, just a pen." An Sheng was very calm.

"Didn't you say you will hand it in later? How do you hand it in?" Jiang Yingyu handed over the pen, still feeling a little anxious, and didn't know why.

After laying out the papers, An Sheng looked at Jiang Yingyu and said with a smile, "It's too late now, so I can only borrow your papers to copy."

"..." The ghost knows that you only have one pen.

So it is said that eating people is soft-spoken and short-handed, Jiang Yingyu sighed and lay down on the table, watching An Sheng's vigorous writing, frowning from time to time.

"Hey! I haven't asked you yet, why did you go there at noon?" An Sheng asked while writing, "I didn't smell smoke on you either."

Jiang Yingyu said, "No reason, eat candy."

It was indeed eating sugar.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet people.

"...go to the smoking place to eat sweets, you are really No.1 in Pingluo Middle School," An Sheng said and gave Jiang Yingyu a thumbs up, "Pay attention to people."

Jiang Yingyu didn't know whether he was really praising him or hurting him, and he didn't bother to reply. Just as he was about to close his eyes, An Sheng suddenly exploded.

"Wow! Your question is wrong! Why haven't I seen the formula you came from here!" An Sheng held the paper and moved closer, pointing to the big question and saying, "Look."

Jiang Yingyu leaned back, and the smell of barbecue on An Sheng's body rushed into his face.

Why is this person so blah, and, besides, he is too close.

"Cough..." Jiang Yingyu clenched his hand into a fist and coughed, looked at the question, "Maybe you haven't learned this yet, this method is easier."

Jiang Yingyu frowned and stretched out his hand, stretched it halfway and retracted it.

How should this be said?

In fact, Jiang Yingyu is not very good at describing something in words. He did the problem, but how to make it understandable is very difficult.

First do this, then do this, and then do this again, and the result will come out.

Can you understand this?

"Yes! I'll keep this question, otherwise if you copy too much, you'll know that I didn't do it." An Sheng put away the paper, just as get out of class was over, he got up to collect the paper.

It's not that difficult!Haven't done it yet?

Jiang Yingyu looked at the person who was collecting papers and packed his schoolbag.

"Uh..." He got up too fast, his mind suddenly became unclear, and the nausea in his chest made him cover his mouth and rush out.

Can't spit here!Hold back!

Jiang Yingyu walked around with his head buried, his bag in one hand, and his mouth covered in the other.

bathroom!What the hell is this school designed, where is the toilet!

Jiang Yingyu rushed into an unknown place, and vomited out as soon as he entered.

"I...fuck!" Zhao San didn't even have time to zip up his trousers when he was scalded by an inexplicable heat on the bird. He was stunned just after putting the water in. .

He reached out and grabbed the hair of the person in front of him, and looked at the face that was raised by him, which looked familiar.

"You're fucking going to die! Spit on me," Zhao Wen gritted his teeth and scolded as he looked at the face he had only seen before noon, "I'm fucking your mother. You're such a son of a bitch, you don't understand the rules."

Jiang Yingyu wiped his mouth with empty eyes, and felt refreshed after vomiting. The overwhelming discomfort finally dissipated, and he became much more energetic.

Just a little sore scalp.

The toilet is full of people now, and Zhao San is the thick-skinned one with a fierce look on his face.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Yingyu apologized. Everyone looked at the show, but they never thought that Zhao San would fall on his head in the next second.

There was a muffled sound when it hit the ground, and the crowd heard Jiang Yingyu say, "It's better to reciprocate."

Jiang Yingyu didn't hit anywhere else this time, because his head was pulled, so he had to hit Zhao San's face.

But don't faint!

Zhao San fainted, but he got up when he realized it. The onlookers pointed at his nose with a look of surprise. He reached out and touched it, and his hand was bright red.

The nose can't feel any other sensations at all now, it's a little numb and a little itchy.

Looking at the blood smeared from his nose, he suddenly felt his whole head buzzing, his eyes were red with anger, and he pointed at Jiang Yingyu and wanted to beat him up.

At this moment, a white-haired old man came into the toilet. Although he was quite old, his voice was also very loud, and the people who yelled directly dared not speak up.

"Why are you stuck in the toilet! Eat shit! You don't study hard every day, and you still learn from the big brother and the younger brother, what's the matter, the school bastard has a meeting and came to the school toilet!" The old man scolded and walked in. Everyone stepped back to let the roadside respectfully call out to the director.

The old man walked in from a path that was cleared by the students, looked at the two people standing in the middle, walked to the side of Zhao San, and kicked him, "You can play hooligans with your crotch off in the blue sky, who can show it to you! You can do it in the men's toilet." No more pants! Put on your pants quickly!"

Zhao San looked at the dean who hadn't stopped talking since he came in, and his mind was a little more clear. He reached out and fished for his waist, but found nothing. When he looked down, his pants fell to his heels.

Zhao Dongqiang saw that Zhao San was busy putting on his pants, so he turned around and walked to Jiang Yingyu, wanting to scold but didn't know how to start, "You're a little strange? What school, come here to make trouble, come with me to the office, Don’t think that people from other schools can come here to bully people!”

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Jiang Yingyu and the messy Zhao San walking behind Zhao Dongqiang.

"Do you know who he is?" Zhao Sanman said to Jiang Yingyu with deep meaning, "My second uncle, little! Shriveled! Calf! Son! You are dead."

Jiang Yingyu didn't turn his face away, he just replied lightly, "Oh."

It wasn't until the evening self-study was approaching that Jiang Yingyu returned to the classroom slowly, and put a bag of lunch on the table as soon as he sat down.

"..." He looked up. This person looked familiar, but he couldn't recognize his name.

"Didn't you eat it? It just so happened that I bought too much," Wu Zhe put down the bag and said to the pale Jiang Yingyu, "I'm a study committee member. If you don't feel well, you can ask me to take a leave of absence. I'll tell you and Lao Liu .”

The author has something to say:

Lao Liu has been written as Lao Wang, please change it.