Idol and school grass are at the same table

Ji Ting wiped the table and sat down, looked up and saw the person walking backwards.

It was a boy, wearing only trousers in his school uniform, a pink T-shirt on his upper body, and a few bits and pieces of tape dangling from the sleeves.The legs of the trousers were slightly rolled up, creating a loose feeling, exposing a section of the ankle.

Stepping on a pair of cool boys standard fluorescent color basketball shoes.

It looks okay, but the aesthetics are really unique, Ji Ting thought to himself, and looked away.

The classmate who had been observing the two of them was so nervous that he dared not speak.

Surrounded by classmates who twitched their eyes and rolled their eyes at each other, they tried to use this to achieve spiritual communication.

"Shen Zhixing, you're late again just a few days after school started!" Wang Xueyan roared, successfully dispelling the tense atmosphere.

Only then did the boy stop, and turned around with a blank expression, "Teacher, I've been here a long time ago, I just went out for a while."

"Come on! You're a bitch now. You copy your homework every day at school and don't even carry your bags. You think I don't know what you're up to?" Wang Xueyan's voice suddenly rose, and her laser-like gaze shot at him. Circle, "Where's the school uniform? And your trousers, either put them on the leggings like a little girl, or make them look like planting rice seedlings in the ground, are they pretty?"

Ji Ting listened to her roar, and his eyes stopped for a few seconds on the boy's back.

After Wang Zha had exhausted his energy, seeing Ji Ting paused, he waved his hands helplessly, "Go back and sit down, school just started, please calm down for me."

"Good teacher, I must be honest, study hard, make progress every day, and strive to be a positive and good boy."

The boy knew that the teacher in charge was not really angry, so he said a few glib words, and stopped when he walked to his seat.

His eyes turned around his seat and Ji Ting.

Ji Ting also raised his head, and the eyes of the two met.

The people around held their breath and carefully looked at the two big men.

Cao Yutong, who was separated from the two by the aisle, took a book and covered his face while looking at the two through the gap.

The tablemate couldn't bear it and patted him, "Are you serious?"

"As for." Cao Yutong covered his chest with one hand and held up the book in the other, looking overly frightened, "I'm dizzy."

The imagined tragedy did not happen, Ji Ting's eyes only stopped on Shen Zhixing for a short moment and then moved away.

Shen Zhixing just glanced at Ji Ting, then turned his head and smiled casually at Wang Xueyan, "Teacher, are you preparing a surprise for me?"

"Okay, I quite like it, thank you teacher." He said, the corners of his mouth curved a bit, and he sat down under the nervous eyes of all the students.

The classmate who didn't dare to take a breath finally breathed a sigh of relief, but was even more confused about the current situation of these two people.

"Brother Xing's attitude is too abnormal, what's the matter... he also picks little brother?"

"A big boss is a big boss, so keep it hidden."

Ji Ting heard the discussions of the people next to him clearly, and he could also see that his future tablemate was not a cheap lamp.

But Ji Ting didn't want to talk to him, he still kept his head down and tidied up his things.

Shen Zhixing stretched his arms and stared at Ji Ting for two seconds, then stretched out his hand and tugged his sleeve, "At the same table, we haven't introduced ourselves yet."

"My name is Shen Zhixing. You should be able to tell that I am a good young man who lives up to his name and is positive."

Ji Ting shook his head without saying a word, and shook off his hand.

The man didn't notice the same thing, and after a few more words, he finally stopped, leaning on the table with one hand and looking sideways at him, "It's your turn."

Ji Ting didn't speak, and frowned slightly, his eyes were full of impatience, but he still didn't attack.

"Introduce yourself," Shen Zhixing pushed him, "By the way, I always feel like I've met you somewhere."

The irritated Ji Ting finally couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled the schoolbag on the table and stood up, his expression was too lazy to manage.

"Don't go, it's not a way to strike up a conversation, I'm not that vulgar." Shen Zhixing grabbed his schoolbag strap and shook it, "Handsome guy, has anyone ever told you that you look like a star?"

Ji Ting frowned, tilted his head slightly, "let go."

"I'm serious." Shen Zhixing suddenly remembered something, reached out and pulled off the school uniform of the girls in the front row, "He Wenqian, what's the name of your international superstar idol who can slander others?"

His voice wasn't too loud, but he managed to make the surroundings fall into an eerie silence. Thirty pairs of eyes stared at the last row.

Soon, the girl's angry voice and the boy's calm voice sounded at the same time.

"Fuck off!"

"Ji Ting."

The atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, and everyone held their breath and looked at the two big shots.

However, Shen Zhixing didn't smell the danger, and was still on the verge of death.

He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ji Ting with a brighter smile, "You know that too? Yes, that's the name, you really look like him."

Ji Ting didn't speak, the knuckles holding the schoolbag turned slightly white due to the force, and his face, which was not very good, was so cold that it could freeze.

In the next second, Ji Ting slightly possessed himself, and put one hand on Shen Zhixing's shoulder

"Like?" He leaned down slightly, looked at Shen Zhixing, and paused, "I am Ji Ting."

When Ji Ting said this, his eyes, which seemed to have been awake all this time, finally opened, and his eyes, which were darker than the average person's, were icy cold.

His hand kept exerting force, and the faintly bulging veins could be seen on the wrist pressing Shen Zhixing's shoulder, and the other hand hanging by his side was also tightly clenched into a fist.

Shen Zhixing was pushed on the chair by Ji Ting, but he still couldn't see a trace of embarrassment.

This posture brought the two of them closer together, and also allowed him to see Ji Ting's expression more clearly.

Ji Ting returned to his half-dead look again, with drooping eyelids, no expression on his face, but irritability could be seen in his eyes.

Shen Zhixing finally realized that he had made a fool of himself, he was silent for a few seconds, and apologized kindly, "Maybe what I said was a bit too much, I apologize to you."

He spoke extremely sincerely, and looked at Ji Ting with sincerity.

It doesn't seem so sincere in my heart.

In the next second, Shen Zhixing grabbed Ji Ting's wrist on his shoulder with one hand, and grabbed him with his backhand.

Shen Zhixing exerted more force than Ji Ting, and instantly turned the situation around.

"The apology belongs to the apology, and there should be peace between the same table, right?"

After he finished speaking, the strength in his hand suddenly decreased, and he patted Ji Ting's hand lightly, and the smile returned to his face, "I think our personalities are very compatible, and we will definitely get along well."

Shen Zhixing did this series of actions very quickly, with a smile on his face all the time.

Ji Ting stood in front of him, blocking him completely.

People who are close can still feel the subtle aura between the two, but the front row and the teacher can't see their movements clearly at all.

No one knew that these two big shots were silent and had finished fighting.

At this moment the preparation bell rang.

The math teacher walked in with something.

He didn't notice the two school bullies facing each other at the back of the class at first glance, but he just felt that the atmosphere in the class was not right.

The math teacher glanced at Wang Xueyan, and took a step back, "Is Teacher Wang talking about something? Then I'll go out first, and you continue."

"It's okay." Wang Xueyan glanced at him, fixed her eyes on the boy who was still standing in the back row, paused for a second, and said as softly as possible, "It's time for class, Ji Ting, you sit there first, what's the matter?" After class, can you?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately changed her attitude, and began to criticize Ji Ting's new tablemate, "Shen Zhixing, this math class, are you going to take a game class or prepare for the next three game classes? "

Shen Zhixing glanced at Ji Ting, took out his math book and put it between the two of them, and resumed his playful smile, "Report to the teacher, I am going to study hard with my new deskmate, and talk heart-to-heart by the way. The misunderstanding between us will be eliminated as soon as possible.”

After school at noon, Ji Ting waited for everyone to leave before going to the supermarket to buy something to take back to the classroom.

The lunch break is very long, and the students who are close to home all go home for dinner, and those who live in the accommodation either go out or go back to the dormitory, basically no one takes a lunch break in the classroom.

Just as Ji Ting put down his things, Zhao Hao called.

He glanced at the empty classroom, took out the earphones from his pocket, and connected them.

"How is it, classmate Ji Ting?" Zhao Hao's unserious voice came from the earphones, "Is it fun? Is there anything interesting?"

Ji Ting: "Do you think I went to kindergarten? Do I still have to tell you which child I played with and what toy today?"

Zhao Hao coughed, "That's right, if it's fun to go to school, I won't quit it so early."

"You're quite self-aware."

Zhao Hao told him a few more words to let him get along with his classmates.

Ji Ting's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he responded with a few words, "Is there anything else, I'll hang up without it."

"You... really want to live on campus?" Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment, then said, "The house is already rented out for you."

Ji Ting gave a soft "hmm" and said indifferently, "Didn't you ask me to get along with my classmates more?"

"You boy... Forget it." Zhao Hao knew his temper, and sighed, "That's fine, the International Department of your school seems to live in a two-person or one-person apartment, I'll go back and talk to your school leaders , arrange for you to live there."

"But I'm sure you won't be able to live in these few days, so you can stay with me for another two days." He paused, "Bloody and Lean said they would take you out for dinner tonight, and there are probably other people, who you know well anyway , I'm not here for two days, if you have anything to say, just tell them."

Zhao Hao is a rapper, well-known in the industry, and has his own label. Both of them are artists of his label.

Ji Ting has known them for several years. Although they are quite different in age, they have a good relationship and often play together.

"All right, all right, I see." Ji Ting swiped Weibo while listening, and said disgustedly, "Get ready to perform, you are so nagging, how many followers will you get on Weibo."

"What do little brats know? This is called contrast." Zhao Hao cursed with a smile, and told Ji Ting for the umpteenth time, "Don't be so aggressive at school, don't cause trouble, don't fight with others."

Ji Ting didn't speak, and fiddled with the headphone cable with his fingers boredly.

Zhao Hao continued, "But it really caused trouble, and I will help you clean up the mess."

The fingers around the headphone cable paused for a moment, and a few seconds later Ji Ting finally said, "I've been relying on you for a long time, don't worry."

Zhao Hao's worry is very reasonable, Ji Ting has indeed encountered trouble again.

He himself didn't cause any trouble, but after all, there are many people who are popular, and there are quite a few people staring at him.

Ji Ting, the former crown prince of Galaxy Entertainment, was on the trending searches on the first day he returned to campus because he went to entertainment venues.

There are pictures and videos, the hammer is very hard.

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Ji Ting: I am too difficult