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Lin Nanyan tried his best to resist, but he couldn't stop Jiang Qing from pressing down on him with half of her body. Her evil little hands pinched and rubbed his face, and the thin skin was pulled several times bigger by her.
Facing the boy with a distorted face, she asked viciously, "Is this wrong?"
Lin Nanyan raised the white flag of surrender: "That was a mistake."
Jiang Qing finally let go and stepped back, "Tell me, how should I punish you?"
"Just punish me..." Lin Nanyan sat up, rubbing his aching facial features with his slender fingers, complaining dissatisfiedly, "Your grip is getting stronger and stronger."
"Huh?" Jiang Qing glared.
Lin Nanyan changed the subject: "You're punishing me by making me help you with your homework."
He said he was helping Jiang Qing with her homework, but actually he was teaching her how to write the test paper. Occasionally, he would get so angry that he wanted to hit the girl on the head. How could she be so stupid?
Jiang Qing clutched the draft paper tightly, her voice unyielding and unyielding. "You're the one who doesn't know how to teach. Tell me, how did you suddenly jump from point A to point E and then come to a conclusion so quickly?"
"How can you teach someone without going through the steps one by one and skipping the middle steps? Do you even know how to teach?"
He thinks she is stupid, and she thinks he lacks professionalism.
"I remember I taught you the steps of this calculation model just the day before yesterday." Looking at the girl who was muttering indignantly, Lin Nanyan said calmly.
The day before yesterday? The formula from the day before yesterday can be used here? That's not right. Why does the question look so unfamiliar to her?
After being stunned for three full seconds, Jiang Qing regained her composure and played dumb. "Ah? Really? No? Say it again, I'll take note."
Lin Nanyan glanced at her, pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote fluently without exposing her: "I'll say it again, you must remember it this time."
"Yeah," Jiang Qing said, concentrating on taking notes without even looking up. "You talk, I'm listening."
"From point A, across the curve, to point B, where CF intersects..."
The boy had already passed the voice change period, and his sweet voice like a clear spring surrounded Jiang Qing's ears, but she only felt that the wordless heavenly book was chanting on her forehead.
Very good, she understood this question, but she didn’t understand the next question about wearing a coat.
It's so annoying.
A dim light shone on their cheeks, casting a warm yellow halo.
The indoor light slanted out, and Jiang Qing was blocking the door. She looked at the boy who was shrouded in her shadow. The moment he raised his eyes to look at her, a slightly warm light flashed in his eyes and soon returned to silence.
Suddenly I remembered that many years ago, the boy was like this, alone, moved from her house back to his house, and has been living alone until now.
"It's okay," Jiang Qing waved her hands, as if to shake off the past memories. She smiled and asked in a relaxed tone, "I just want to ask you if you miss your parents when you are alone?"
A strand of the boy's black hair curled up playfully, and he imitated her tone and replied: "I'm used to being alone, so I don't miss it."
Jiang Qing's smile froze for a moment. Although she knew he didn't mean that, at a certain moment, she inexplicably wanted to ask, is it true that for him, as long as he gets used to it, he won't miss it anymore?
This is true for her parents as well as for her.
But Jiang Qing suppressed the words on her tongue and agreed with a smile, "Yes, I think so too. Once you get used to it, you won't miss it anymore."
The relaxed atmosphere floating on the surface is like soap bubbles blown in the summer, colorful but will eventually burst.
She and he knew this very well, but they were both trying to make the bubble exist longer and longer.
Jiang Qing smiled brightly: "It's getting late. I have to go to school tomorrow. Good night."
Lin Nanyan said with a smile: "Well, good night, go to bed early."
He turned around and went downstairs. The soles of his shoes stepped on the stairs, and the two different materials collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
The figure reflected in the bathroom mirror was clearly visible, and the boy's lip line gradually flattened.
The moonlight has passed again unknowingly, the sun has quietly come to the fore, and the earth is reviving in the hustle and bustle.
Lin Nanyan sat on the sofa, waiting for the familiar knock on the door.
"Three, two," he counted silently in his mind, "one."
“Dongdong——”
He strode forward, opened the door, and a bright smiling face suddenly appeared before his eyes.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it won't taste good if it gets cold." The girl pushed the things in her hands into his arms, turned around and skipped downstairs.
Lin Nanyan followed her footsteps, took a step, and closed the door.
"Is the peanut and barley porridge delicious?" She asked with her hands in her pockets.
Lin Nanyan passed by the entrance of the apartment building, lowered his head and dodged the door beam, and replied: "It will taste better with fried dough sticks."
"It's good enough to have you eat a piece of Shaomai," Jiang Qing said speechlessly, "I'm warning you, don't be picky."
Lin Nanyan consciously made a gesture to manually mute the microphone.
When she arrived at the classroom, the bell happened to ring. When Song Shuang saw her, her eyes lit up. She was about to say something when she saw the teacher coming over from the side of the corridor patrolling with a teacup in his hand. She stopped talking in time.
He held up the Chinese textbook to cover his face and read very loudly.
Jiang Qing put down her schoolbag and cleaned her ears. She was really about to be deafened and would definitely be out of strength in a while.
Sure enough, the person at the front table shouted hoarsely for a while, and soon returned to silence.
Jiang Qing couldn't help but laugh secretly. See, she was right.
"Ten minutes are up. Pick someone to come up and write the text." Chinese teacher Chen Ling stood up from her chair and scanned everyone on the podium with a pair of sharp eyes. Everyone gave her a black head.
Jiang Qing flipped through the book quickly. What the hell was dictation? She prayed silently in her heart, "Please, please, don't call on me."
I glanced at Lin Nanyan’s textbook. Page eighty-three, what was on page eighty-three?
Chen Ling randomly pointed at the head that was about to fall on the table: "Song Shuang."
Song Shuang, who was called, stood up and moved his chair with a sullen face.
Jiang Qing looked up at her, but before she could feel relieved, she met Chen Ling's gaze.
It’s happened, it’s happened, it’s over, she wailed in her heart.
Sure enough, a voice of "Jiang Qing" interrupted her hurriedly flipping through the textbook. Fortunately, she glanced at Lin Nanyue's desk in time when she left.
Haha, it’s a familiar ancient poem, everything is under control.
She walked onto the battlefield confidently, held her head high, picked up the chalk and was ready to go.
Song Shuang, who was standing next to her with a sad face, glanced at her. What a weird person.
Under the podium, Lin Nanyan, who was distracted, was awakened by the teacher's familiar voice calling his name. He stepped aside to let Jiang Qing leave. The girl looked high-spirited and energetic from behind, completely different from the dejection she had shown after being called out recently.
Is this...extraordinary proficiency in dictation?
He lowered his head, opened the textbook to page 324, and waited in a relaxed mood for Jiang Qing to shine.
Chen Ling: "Jiang Qing will recite the first paragraph of 'The Difficult Road to Shu,' Song Shuang will recite the fifth paragraph of 'Li Sao,' and the rest of the students will recite the parts they are not familiar with in their notebooks."
What the hell?
It was like a bolt from the blue. Wasn't it the ancient poem "Song of the Wine"? She knew it by heart, "I was born with talents that will be useful."
Jiang Qing turned her head suddenly and met Lin Nanyan's puzzled gaze. She cried in her heart, Lin Dagou, you are really a dog.
It's already ten minutes into the morning reading. Tell me, if you're not reciting the text, what are you doing?!
"What are you looking at? Are there words on Lin Nanyan's face?" Chen Ling stared at her. "Write your own words."
Jiang Qing was roaring in her heart, but the reality was that she and her suffering sister each occupied half of the blackboard. After looking at each other, they began to recite the problem of creation with trepidation.
She knows "The Road to Shu is Difficult". She memorized it in high school and can remember the general idea.
Jiang Qing started writing, "噫呼嚱——" Wait a minute, how do you write the word "嚱"?
She got stuck at the beginning, and she secretly glanced at the next room, trying to ask for help. OK, Song Shuang wrote quickly, and the small characters were written more fluently than each other.
My dear, what should I do if you leave and leave me alone?
Just look at me, just look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty.
Song Shuang was not attracted by her resentment, but Chen Ling stared at her. Her fiery gaze made Jiang Qing feel that the chalk in her hand was particularly hot.
So be it. There will definitely be some words that you can’t write later, so why worry about it?
Jiang Qing focused her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart as she wrote silently with concentration. Her posture made it seem as if she was being guided by God.
Chen Ling frowned, and her expression became more gloomy the more she looked.
Jiang Qing put down the chalk, lowered her head and stood aside looking at the toes of her shoes. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers today.
"Have you memorized it normally?"
The shoelaces are white and tied with a beautiful bow at the end.
"Look at what you wrote. It's full of typos and the sentences don't make sense."
The sole is brown, and the thin layer feels soft when stepped on.
"You didn't listen to a word of the homework I assigned last week, did you?"
Round toe...
Unable to continue, Jiang Qing looked up and quickly slid to her knees. "Teacher, I'm wrong. I was sick this weekend. I went to the hospital for injections and haven't recovered yet. My mind is a little confused."
Song Shuang & Ye Meiyan & Lin Nanyan & Chen Heng: ...
So it seems that the person who climbed the mountain with us last night was Jiang Clone Qing.
Chen Ling was speechless for a moment. After all, the students all admitted that they had mental problems, so what else could she say?
"...Copy the text twice and hand it in to my desk tomorrow."
"Yes, teacher."
Chen Ling waved her hand tiredly: "Go back to your seat."
Jiang Qing and Song Shuang felt as if they had been pardoned, and sat upright for the entire class.
After finally making it to the end of get out of class, Lin Nanyan received a dagger from his deskmate. He paused in closing his textbook and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qing righteously accused: "You don't read classical Chinese in class, why are you reading ancient poetry? You are too disrespectful to the teacher."
Lin Nanyan was silent for a moment, wanting to say that he knew both and there was no difference between the two. But looking at the girl's expression, he subconsciously changed his words: "I'll pay more attention next time."
Song Shuang turned around and smiled widely, looking relieved. "Luckily, you took the blame. I made several mistakes, but the teacher didn't even notice."
Jiang Qing's eyes were dead, and she whispered, "Climb for me."
She doesn't want to hear it, okay?
Song Shuang smiled for a while, and then she finally felt guilty and stopped provoking Jiang Jiang. She asked, "By the way, what happened to you last night?"
Speaking of business, Jiang Qing also became serious, "Last night..."
Looking at Ye Meiyan and Chen Heng who had come over at some point, she changed her words, "Class will start soon, and I can't explain what happened last night in a short while. See you on the rooftop at noon. I have a new clue and a plan for the next step."
Jiang Fan listened to the people behind him secretly plotting something, and he wanted to cover his ears so that they wouldn't hear anything. Otherwise, he would be unable to help but put down his studies and gossip like crazy.
Although he is in the circle, he often feels out of place.
As my left and right brains were fighting each other, I heard the genius behind me calmly suggest, "Why don't we skip class?"
Jiang Fan: Oh no, his ears are not working!
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