Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The slender, white fingers have distinct joints, the wrist is slender, and the wrist bones are beautiful. Even when the middle finger is raised, it does not affect the beauty of the hand.

But such slender hands concealed infinite power, and could easily push Jiang Mingcheng down.

Jiang Mingcheng said to himself, "It's a pity that such beautiful hands are not used as hand models. Why distribute flyers?"

……

At 6:59 the next morning, Gu Ling frowned, glanced at the clock above the blackboard, and tapped his fingers on the table.

Soon, the class bell rang. Gu Ling's fingers paused and his face looked a little unhappy.

This guy Jiang Mingcheng...

"boom!"

The back door was suddenly opened and Jiang Mingcheng walked in dragging a suitcase. Ignoring dozens of inquiring or astonished eyes, he sat down on the seat next to Gu Ling, leaning on the table and breathing heavily.

But he was so tired, running all the way with a heavy suitcase and climbing five floors!

Fortunately, I entered the classroom before the bell rang, so I was not considered late.

"Ahem." The teacher on the podium coughed twice to attract attention. "Students, let's start the class. What we're going to talk about today is..."

Gu Ling took out a draft book and wrote a line of words and handed it over: What's your situation? Are you planning to go on a spontaneous trip?

Jiang Mingcheng waved at her weakly, still adjusting his breathing. It took him a long time before he was ready to reply to Gu Ling.

He looked at the empty desk. Gu Ling silently gave him a pen and he wrote: I have too many books. I put them all in the suitcase.

Jiang Mingcheng's suitcase was half a person's height and was full of books.

Gu Ling read the answer and was speechless for a moment.

Should we say he is honest or stupid?

So many books can be moved several times, why bring them all at once?

Jiang Mingcheng pointed to the suitcase behind him, put one hand to his mouth, and carefully approached Gu Ling and whispered: "I listened to you and brought everything with me."

The boy's breathing was slightly rapid, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes clearly showed a desire for praise.

If Jiang Mingcheng was really a puppy, its tail would probably have been shaking like a fan.

Although Jiang Xiaogou doesn't seem to be very smart, he is cute.

Gu Ling clenched his left fist and placed it on his lips, covering up the slightly raised corners of his mouth, and said in a steady voice: "Well, great."

Jiang Mingcheng suddenly grinned, and his little canine teeth were revealed again.

Jiang Mingcheng: "Which subject shall we study first? This is Chinese. Can I take out the Chinese textbook from the suitcase?"

Gu Ling: ...

The teacher is giving a lecture at the podium, is it appropriate for you to be rummaging through the suitcases at the back?

"No need." Gu Ling rummaged through his schoolbag and found a test paper. "Do these papers and I'll see how good you are."

There are four papers in total, including Chinese, math, English and comprehensive science, and these are the simplest question types that Gu Ling specially found.

Jiang Mingcheng got a headache looking at the pile of papers. His smile disappeared instantly and he regretted agreeing to let Gu Ling help him with his tutoring.

But, he has already agreed. He has brought so many books to the classroom with great difficulty. If I give up now, wouldn’t it be a waste of his hard work?

All of Jiang Mingcheng's things were placed in the suitcase, and there was nothing on the desk.

Gu Ling placed his pencil case in front of him, tore off a piece of draft paper for him, and said nothing more, waiting for Jiang Mingcheng to finish the test paper.

Jiang Mingcheng did the Chinese question first, but after looking at it for a while, he found it troublesome and moved on to the next one.

At first glance, oh, mathematics, no need to look at this, just skip it.

Then came English.

This is ok.

He finally started writing the test paper, but after a while he stopped and started looking around.

Jiang Mingcheng made a lot of small movements, but didn't write many words.

Gu Ling tapped the table lightly with his pen: "Write well, be serious."

He sighed and held his stomach: "I'm hungry."

Gu Ling finally understood that as long as Jiang Mingcheng got up early, he must not have had breakfast.

She handed him a box of cookies. Jiang Mingcheng was about to open it when he suddenly remembered something and asked her, "Can I eat it now?"

Jiang Mingcheng's questioning posture was really too obedient. Gu Ling tightened his fingers holding the pen slightly and nodded coldly.

He immediately opened the package and ate the biscuits. He always ate in a hurry, and eating biscuits would make him thirsty easily. As expected, he choked.

At this time, a bottle of water was handed to him. He gulped down a few gulps and regained his breath.

Gu Ling picked up the pen again, looking serious and focused. Jiang Mingcheng looked at the mineral water in his hand, then at the thermos cup on Gu Ling's desk, and suddenly had a guess in his mind.

Wasn't this water specially prepared for him? Was Gu Ling so considerate?

He looked at Gu Ling, who suddenly said, "Eat quickly, and then finish your test paper."

"Oh."

Jiang Mingcheng turned his head back to eat his biscuits. Gu Ling noticed that his eyes had shifted away and relaxed his fingertips slightly.

It's strange, Jiang Mingcheng looked at her, why was she nervous?

This mentality is not good. It seems that I haven’t practiced enough questions.

The box of cookies was quickly finished, and Jiang Mingcheng continued to do his test paper until the get out of class was over and Chen Fei ran over.

He looked at the papers on Jiang Mingcheng's desk with a strange expression: "Brother Jiang, have you come to your senses and turned back?"

Jiang Mingcheng leaned back in his chair, and the boss's momentum came out: "Why? No?"

Chen Fei smiled and said, "Okay, that's great. Brother Jiang, you are the reincarnation of Wenquxing. You will definitely not be the last in the grade next time."

Originally, Jiang Mingcheng didn't care about the title of last, but after knowing that Gu Ling was first in the grade, he found this title inexplicably harsh.

His face turned colder: "Stop talking nonsense and help me move the books."

"what book?"

Jiang Mingcheng opened the suitcase, revealing the mess of books inside.

Gu Ling turned his head to take a look, his expression was indescribable.

This ability to summarize is a bit indescribable.

Chen Fei knew that his brother Jiang was good for nothing except fighting, so he didn't have any other reaction and naturally started to help Jiang Mingcheng move the books.

Jiang Mingcheng noticed Gu Ling's gaze and explained dryly, "I was in such a hurry when I went upstairs that this happened."

Chen Fei patted his chest and said, "Brother Jiang, don't worry. No matter how messy it is, I can make it tidy for you."

Jiang Mingcheng: "Shut up and get to work."

There is a row of bookcases on one wall of the classroom, and each person has a cabinet to store books.

Some were placed in the bookcase, some were placed in drawers and on the table, and a suitcase of books was quickly moved.

Ten minutes between classes is not that long, and after finishing this task, it will be almost time for class.

Chen Fei sat in his seat and told Lu Lin about Jiang Mingcheng's preparation for study. However, Lu Lin was not surprised at all. He just smiled gently and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

He took out the comic that Chen Fei had hidden under his textbook and said, "Brother Jiang has already started studying. As a younger brother, you should also work hard. I confiscate the comic."

Chen Fei hesitated to speak, and finally laid on the table with a bitter face: "Why did Brother Jiang start working so hard?" His comics were whining.

Lu Lin thought of Gu Ling, lowered his eyes and whispered: "People will change."

He opened the textbook, with warmth in his eyes: "It will get better and better."

Many people in No. 13 Middle School have become better because of Jiang Mingcheng's help. Now Jiang Mingcheng can also become better because of one person. He thinks this is a good thing.

Jiang Mingcheng, Brother Jiang.

Everyone he helps wants him to get better.

After being emo for a while, Chen Fei quickly cheered up. Jiang Ge must have a lot of things he didn't understand if he started learning now. He had to study hard, and then...

Hehe, I can also be Brother Jiang’s little teacher.

In the back row of the classroom, Jiang Mingcheng was still struggling with the first English paper, his brows furrowed and his face looked grim as if he could tear the paper into pieces in the next second.

Gu Ling practiced some questions on his own for a while and then took out a thick notebook with a black cover.

This was the review notes she was going to give to Jiang Mingcheng, and she had just started writing it.

It is a huge project to organize the important knowledge points in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

She glanced at Jiang Mingcheng who was writing the test paper seriously, and sighed that he was so lucky to have such a good deskmate like her.

Jiang Mingcheng stumbled and finally finished the four papers, and handed them to Gu Ling with a guilty conscience.

Gu Ling twitched, but didn't move. She looked up at him.

Jiang Mingcheng smiled and said, "Well... your cold hasn't healed yet, don't be angry."

Gu Ling raised her eyebrows. How bad could this be? Could it be so irritating that it could make her sick?

"It's okay, I'm mentally prepared."

Jiang Mingcheng let go and muttered to himself: You'd better have it.