The math, physics, and chemistry textbooks used by Liujiazhong Middle School were much easier than Jiang Jun had imagined. This made her feel happy and she felt that there was a bright and smooth road ahead and that university was beckoning to her.
Jiang Yun had a habit of signing his name and date on the title page of all his books.
The new book I just received is no exception.
She placed a few new books side by side on the desk, rummaged through her schoolbag, and took out her pencil case.
In order to go to school, Jiang Yonghua specially prepared a new pen and ten new exercise books for Jiang Yun, which were now in her schoolbag.
"Wow!" He Xiangdong exclaimed softly, "I was wondering why your schoolbag was so bulging. Turns out you have so many exercise books in it! Wow, and a new pen!"
Zhang Jie turned around in the front row and saw Jiang Jun taking out a shiny new pen and about to write on the book. She immediately stood up and said, "Xiao Jun, wait a minute!"
Jiang Jun looked at Zhang Jie, who was approaching with a nervous look on her face, in confusion. "What's going on?"
Zhang Jie grabbed Jiang Jun's pen and said, "You can't write!"
"It's my own book, can't I write my own name on it?" Jiang Jun wanted to pull his hand back, but he used too much force and splashed a few drops of ink on the body and face of the classmate behind him.
Jiang Jun turned around and saw a male classmate sitting behind him. It was a stranger. There was a drop of ink on his face. His coat was a dusty gray, and the ink drop was particularly conspicuous.
Immediately someone started to shout, "Oh, a fight!"
Jiang Jun blushed and apologized quickly: "Oh, I didn't mean to."
Yang Jin, who was innocently covered in ink, blushed even more. Facing his female classmates, he couldn't even speak. He kept shaking his head and raised his arm to wipe the ink off his face. Ink marks were left on his face and there was also an ink mark on his cuffs.
There were also male classmates nearby who started to make noises: "You have to pay for your clothes!"
Zhang Jie glared at the male classmate who was making a fuss, then looked at Yang Jin: "Yang Jin, Jiang Jun didn't mean it. How about I help you wash the ink off your clothes?"
Jiang Jun bit her lip and said, "Zhang Jie, it was me who did it. Let me wash it."
Yang Jin wiped his face with his sleeve again, blushing, and after a long while he managed to say, "No, I'll let my mother wash it after school."
Zhang Jie turned her head and glanced at Jiang Jun. "Xiaojun, I'm sorry. I made you spill the ink. But it's best not to scribble on these new books."
He Xiangdong finally realized what was happening. He tugged at Jiang Yun's sleeve, put his arm around her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "The books all have the Red Quotations, and we can't write our own names on them!"
Otherwise, if the textbook was lost and someone picked it up and used it, Jiang Yun would be in trouble.
Jiang Jun still didn't quite understand, but since Zhang Jie and He Xiangdong said so, he decided not to write it.
Yang Chong, who was sitting next to Yang Jin, said jokingly, "Hey, if only the ink splashed on me, then someone would wash my clothes!"
He Xiangdong was whispering to the side when he caught a glimpse of Yang Chong. After hearing what Yang Chong said, he turned around and slammed the table: "Do you think you are a member of the People's Liberation Army? You still want someone to wash your clothes for you? You wish!"
Yang Chong was startled and stepped back, blushing. He just saw a female classmate talking to Yang Jin and wanted to find a chance to join in the conversation: "I'm just saying..."
Chen Yuefei left his seat, ran behind Yang Chong, and slapped him on the head from behind: "Don't even think about it! How dare you say that!"
This is his savior, and now he has him protecting her. How could he be teased right under his nose!
Yang Chong covered his head and turned to look at Chen Yuefei, his face redder. Are all the people in the army so fierce? He couldn't help but stutter: "I won't say it anymore in the future."
Chen Yuefei made a heroic gesture and pointed at Yang Chong: "If you say that again, I'll kill you!"
Yang Chong shrank back and pressed himself against the wall. "You're not the squad leader, why are you so fierce?"
The class monitor also said he wanted to help his classmates!
Their conversation has become the focus of the class and everyone is paying attention.
Chen Yuefei proudly waved his hand and drew a circle in the air: "I am their captain, I take care of all their affairs."
You must be kidding. He is the leader of the kids in the compound. Who among these people would not listen to him?
Zhang Jie called out, "Chen Yuefei, go back to your seat. The get out of class isn't over yet. Wait until the teacher comes in."
Chen Yuefei snapped to attention and saluted: "Yes, squad leader!"
Zhang Jie looked at Yang Chong and said, "If the ink really gets on your clothes, I will definitely wash them for you."
After saying that, he turned around to look at Jiang Yun before walking back to his seat and sitting down.
Jiang Jun lowered her head and deliberately cleaned her schoolbag. She was sensitive to several inquiring glances and did not want to respond.
Wang Aiping smiled and said to Zhang Jie, "Your words are still effective!"
Zhang Jie smiled awkwardly: "It's the first day of school, and we're all new classmates, so don't make a fuss."
Wang Aiping leaned close to Zhang Jie's ear and whispered, "I can't believe Chen Yuefei actually listens to you."
Zhang Jie didn't turn around to look at Chen Yuefei, who was playing with his deskmate, but she could clearly hear the laughter. She didn't answer Wang Aiping's question, but instead asked, "How's your foot? Does it still hurt?"
Wang Aiping moved his ankle and hissed in pain, "Ouch, it still hurts a little. I might not be able to stand in the meeting later." He immediately asked with a bitter face, "What should I do? Will the teacher say anything to me later?"
Zhang Jie thought for a moment and said, "How about I support you for a while? Just don't exert too much force on this foot when you stand."
Wang Aiping glanced at Jiang Yun and whispered, "When Jiang Yun massaged me just now, I didn't feel any pain. I want to ask her how she did it."
Zhang Jie bent down and stretched out her hand: "How about I rub it for you now?"
As soon as they touched Wang Aiping's socks, Wang Aiping cried out, "Don't touch it, it hurts!"
Zhang Jie looked up: "Didn't Xiaojun say that she didn't hurt any bones? Why is it still hurting?"
Jiang Jun, who had been secretly paying attention to Zhang Jie's movements, was guessing what Zhang Jie was thinking in her heart. She always felt that Zhang Jie was observing her, and couldn't help but look back secretly.
In her opinion, Zhang Jie is just like an older sister who has the responsibility to take care of her younger siblings, but she does not have the talent to be a class leader.
If this happened in a company...
Stop, stop, stop! Jiang Jun shouted in his heart, "You can't use the eyes of a professional manager to evaluate a teenage girl who has no business management experience!"
In order to distract himself, Jiang Yun took out his homework book and wrote the subject and name on it.
He Xiangdong picked up one and flipped it open. Each notebook had a picture of three bamboo leaves on it. "Oh, how beautiful! Your name is so well chosen. Now when I see a general's badge with bamboo and bamboo leaves, I immediately think of you!"
Jiang Jun thought, what's so good about her? That heroine is so strong, she's endured so much and still has such ambition. If she were in that situation, she might be a traitor. Subconsciously, he explained:
"I just doodled it. Besides, my name is just a homophone. My ability is actually the opposite of my name."
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