Chapter 15 015 Do you really have to hate me?

The head teacher of Class 8 quickly found his glasses and put them on.

He took out the answer given by Jiang Jing and compared it carefully with that of this classmate. His answer was ordinary and conventional. It was the most formal and concise method.

All the students in the training class followed this procedure.

Even he was no exception.

However, the answer sheet in his hand was different. He stared at it intently and did not miss a single punctuation mark. The moment he finished reading it, he even had a sudden realization -

"So this is what the question means."

The head teacher turned his eyes to the name, and not surprisingly, there were two neat and beautiful characters -

Bletilla striata.

He waved his hand and counted an unprecedented "10" on the usual score.

**

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Underground laboratory.

"The energy threshold is low," Jiang Fuli raised his head and took off his glasses. He supported the table with one hand and pointed to an energy diagram he had just drawn with the other hand, "but the kinetic energy before the collision is inconsistent with that after the collision. WPMPs took away some of the energy..."

He stood straight and analyzed the results of the test in an orderly manner.

The pencil drew a curve graph that was comparable to computer drawing.

The slightly dim light in the laboratory shone on his smooth profile, and every stroke seemed to be carefully outlined. His long and thick eyelashes were slightly drooped, casting a layer of light shadows.

The team members next to him took pens and papers to write down what he had just said.

"That's all for today." Jiang Fuli put away the pen and casually pinned it on his collar. His slender fingertips hooked a black mask from his pocket to cover his tall nose.

He was very tall, and the black coat made him look a little thin.

Everyone looked at his back as he left. A boy calmed down, put away the recorder, and spoke firmly, "Something's wrong."

The others nodded.

As everyone knows, Jiang Fuli's team is the most enthusiastic team in the country, often because Mr. Jiang basically stays in the laboratory until midnight every day, does not return home at night, and it is not uncommon for him to rest in the laboratory for a month.

A team member once heard that the Jiang family came to him for a trivial matter and was scolded by him for five minutes in the office.

Later, the people from the Jiang family did not dare to come to him casually.

However, in the past two days, he went back on time at nine o'clock every day.

"Heh," the girl next to the boy took out the recorder from his pocket grimly, "You recorded secretly behind our backs, right? I was wondering why you always answered Mr. Jiang's questions so quickly!"

"He Wen, you're damned."

The boy: "..."

In the car.

Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.

The computer was on the table, and his cell phone rang. He took a look and picked it up.

There was a male voice on the other end of the phone, "Why reject the Gao family? It's just to squeeze someone in, not to let them go to the Jiang family. I knew that once your mother died, you wouldn't treat me as your uncle..."

Jiang Fuli didn't listen to what was said behind him.

The car stopped slowly, and the assistant got out of the car to get Jiang He's dinner from the trunk.

Jiang Fuli looked out the window and through the window.

He could see Jiang He and Bai Di still sitting in the same place in the milk tea shop, with a small white light on above their heads.

Jiang Fuli withdrew from his emotions, he was slow, calm and distant, "Because it's useless."

"What?"

"I said," Jiang Fuli's eyes were light, as calm as a deep pool, suppressing his coldness. He took a black notebook and got out of the car directly, "I don't collect garbage." After

hanging up the phone, Jiang Fuli walked closer.

Bai Di was doing a physics test paper, lying on the table to write the test paper that the physics teacher had just handed out today.

Seeing Jiang Fuli, she raised her eyes, with her chin still resting on her arm, and greeted lazily: "Teacher Jiang."

"You haven't finished your homework yet?" Jiang Fuli pulled out the chair opposite. Do

high school students have so much homework now?

"Almost." Bai Di wrote the last line, and her eyes fell on the black notebook in his hand.

"This," Jiang Fuli pushed the notebook over with a particularly calm manner, his delicate eyebrows were as cold and indifferent as always, and even his voice seemed nonchalant: "My old physics notebook."

Bai Di perked up, she looked at the notebook, her black pupils reflected the light above her head, she was too beautiful, "Thank you."

Jiang He was beside her, staring at Jiang Fuli intently.

Because she had to go to training class in the evening, Bai Di did not let Ji Heng wait for her to go back for dinner. She ate in the cafeteria at night, and read a book with Jiang He in the milk tea shop after school before going back.

**

Ji Heng would wait for Bai Di to go back at the entrance of the alley every night, and today was no exception.

It was almost ten o'clock.

Bai Di thought of the time expansion, "Grandpa, are you sleepy?"

Ji Heng held the flashlight and wanted to say that he was not sleepy, but when he thought of what Bai Di had often done in the past two days, he spoke cautiously: "A little sleepy."

"Ah," Bai Di said with some regret, "Then I will wake you up tomorrow morning."

Ji Heng: "..."

Do you have to wake me?

The next day, Thursday.

Ji Heng just opened his eyes and saw someone squatting beside his bed.

"Grandpa," Bai Ti was originally listening to English words. When she saw him close his eyes, she turned off the sound, "Are you awake?"

Ji Heng: "..."

Bai Ti followed him wherever he went: "*&^%$@(^&%..."

As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bai Ti's lazy voice, "So time will change according to everyone's speed... Grandpa, do you understand?"

"..."

"Grandpa, why don't you speak?" Bai Ti turned his head.

Ji Heng spit out the mouthwash silently, "Maybe it's because your grandpa is brushing his teeth."

Why.

Why are high school students so energetic?

Doesn't she need to sleep?

When has Ji Heng's yard

ever been so lively? Ji Shaojun smiled as he watched Bai Xi surrounding Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard and then to the storage room. Bai Xi got up early in the morning and went to Qingshui Street to buy breakfast.

At six forty, she heard the correct answer from Ji Heng before she took her school uniform and went out, "Grandpa, uncle, I'm leaving first."

As soon as she left, the whole yard became deserted.

Ji Shaojun looked at the serious look on Ji Heng's face and complained in his heart, "Just pretend, but you're probably going to be so excited when you hear the word "grandpa".

**

There are physical education classes in the third year of high school at Xiangcheng Middle School.

Class 15 is the last class every Thursday morning, together with Class 8.

There are only a few classes a week, and with more than 80 classes in the school, there are always a few classes that have overlapping PE classes.

"It didn't happen before," said Bai Xi's deskmate, Lu Xiaohan, who was also lazy and sat next to Bai Xi to explain to her, "After someone anonymously reported it, the school had to arrange PE classes."

Bai Xi took a black notebook and sat under a tree after the PE teacher said it was time for free activities, flipping through it slowly.

Even if she did nothing, many people pretended to look over here casually.

Another basketball flew here.

But this time it was a little off, and the ball with a whirlwind hit Bai Xi's head directly.

A boy shouted anxiously, "Little..."

Bai Xi slowly turned a page of paper with one hand, without raising her head. When the ball was about to hit her face, she raised her other hand, and the ball flew over and hit her palm steadily!

The wind brought by the ball gently blew up her hair on her forehead.

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

She weighed the ball in her hand, raised her eyes lazily and looked at the boy. The sun shone through the gaps in the trees and cast a fine light on her head. She casually threw the ball to the boy. She

smiled at him with jade-like eyes: "Be careful."

The boy reached out to take it.

His face flushed, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses and return to the team. Several of his teammates whispered excitedly, "Damn, so handsome!"

"Ten minutes," Lu Xiaohan came back to her senses, she closed her mouth and counted for Bai Xi, "Only ten minutes, two badmintons and three basketballs accidentally fell in front of you, classmate Bai, you are exaggerating!"

Bai Xi smiled lazily.

She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone, took a picture of a black cat on the notebook and sent it to Jiang Fuli——

[Your drawing is not as good as my grandfather's]

Teacher Jiang: [... . . . ]

Not far away.

"She is actually reading a book?" Shi Yutong stared at Bai Xi's direction, with a heavy haze between her brows: "What are you pretending to be with 85 points in comprehensive science?"

Ren Wanxuan leaned on the horizontal bar with a bag in her hand.

"Sister Wanxuan, my brother told me that you have an invitation to the International White Tiger Auction House," Several people from Class 8 came over with basketballs, saying mysteriously, "We've never seen it before."

Ren Wanxuan looked at Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe nodded at her.

Ren Wanxuan smiled, weighed her bag, and wanted to open it directly, but when she saw Bai Zhuo not far away, she paused, "I'll show it to you somewhere else."

Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to offend the people from Class 8, and could only secretly complain to Bai Zhuo, "I don't care if you show it to me."

But he also knew that it must be a rare thing to be so cherished by the people from the Prince Class.

After the physical education class, Bai Zhuo went to the cafeteria with Lu Xiaohan, Yang Lin and others to eat.

Lu Xiaohan tried hard not to stare at Yang Lin along the way.

After Zhang Shize and others finished their meals, they also went to Bai Xi's table. Yang Lin sat next to Bai Xi, and there was only one vegetable in her bowl.

Bai Xi casually put the chicken leg in her bowl. She received the millions of alimony and said calmly: "This is all the alimony my mother and my scumbag father gave me after their divorce. The alimony is not much, remember to pay it back in the future."

Yang Lin paused.

Lu Xiaohan's mind was spinning wildly. Bai Xi's words had several messages. She opened her mouth and was about to tell Bai Xi, "Yang Lin won't want it."

She saw Yang Lin lightly "hmm".

Yang Lin ate very quickly, and went back after a few bites.

Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize were still sitting in their seats, shocked -

so they couldn't send out their stuff because their parents weren't divorced?

"Bai Shi." After dinner, Bai Shi and the others just walked to the second floor and saw the head teacher of Class 8 coming out of the second floor office. He was wearing glasses.

Zhang Shize and the others naturally knew the head teacher of the Prince Class.

A few students were afraid to see the teacher, so they went to the third floor in a fight. Bai

Shi was left alone.

"You did very well on the last test," the head teacher of Class 8 stood in the corridor, sighing and then dissatisfied: "Why did you study literature before? What a joke."

Bai Xi closed her eyes and said honestly: "Teacher, someone else taught me yesterday's test."

"This has nothing to do with teaching," he smiled, "I can understand your whole problem-solving idea from your steps. You can understand that problem. Even if I give this answer in a training class, only a few people can understand it."

Bai Xi really wanted to explain to this teacher.

If Jiang Fuli explained it to them once, they could also write it out, but I don't know if the teacher believes it.

She touched her nose and went back to the third floor after receiving the compliment.

Of course, she didn't know-

it was good enough that Master Jiang didn't scold them, but explaining the problem?

Haha.

**

Class 8.

Chen Zhuo and others never ate in the school cafeteria. They ate at a private restaurant outside the school before returning.

Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat. Because she had to go to eat and the others had to read the invitations, she asked Shi Yutong to wait for them to finish reading and then take her bag back to the classroom.

As soon as she returned, she opened the bag.

"What's wrong?" Chen stood up when he saw Ren Wanxuan's expression changed.

Ren Wanxuan's face was extremely cold, and she glanced at everyone in the class: "Who came to our class at noon?"

This expression clearly showed that something was lost.

The people in Class 8 are all well-known figures in Xiangcheng. They all know Ren Wanxuan's identity privately and would not do such a thing.

There is only one possibility, someone from another class.

"No... is it that one?" The monitor looked nervous, and he stood up quickly, talking about the invitation letter.

Today the whole class was lining up to see her invitation letter.

Seeing Ren Wanxuan's gloomy face, the monitor knew that he had guessed right.

"Damn," he slammed the table hard, and glanced at everyone in the class, "Who came to our class at noon?"

No one dared to speak, and there was complete silence.

"That," after a long while, a girl in the corner raised her hand silently and spoke hesitantly: "At noon, I seemed to see the transfer student from Class 15 coming to the second floor."

Ren Wanxuan had never been so angry before. She had lived a pampered life since she was a child.

Others in school only looked up to her. Not to mention the things she put in her bag, even if she didn't want them, no one had the courage to touch them.

Hearing the girl's words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth, "Bai Shen, right?"

She threw her bag on the ground and walked directly in the direction of Class 15.

While walking, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her father -

[Do you have to bring your relative to our school to annoy me? ]

Good night, I hope you can sleep well.