Idol and school grass are at the same table

Ji Ting glanced sideways at Shen Zhixing, shook off his hand, and strode back to his seat.

With a few minutes before class, he tidied up the homework that had tormented him all night.

He took it out but froze for a moment—he didn't know who to hand it to.

Ji Ting is cold-tempered and rarely initiates conversations with others, and others dare not approach him because of his status.

After studying all day, let alone the names of the people in the class, he doesn't even know who the class leader is.

Ji Ting glanced at the homework in his hands, then at his deskmate, the only one who could be named, but still didn't say anything.

But Shen Zhixing took out his homework from his bag as if he had sensed something, turned to Ji Ting and raised his hand, "At the same table, give me the homework, and I'll hand it in for you by the way."

Ji Ting hesitated for a moment, pushed the notebook to him, and opened his mouth to say something.

"You're welcome, the deskmates help each other. Since I've helped you, I definitely need you." Shen Zhixing spoke first, and picked out the math exercise book while talking, opening it with one hand and picking up the pen in the other. , "For example, now, I will copy two strokes first."

The "thank you" that came to his lips was forcibly swallowed by Ji Ting.

He looked at the exercise book that he hadn't written a few words, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "You don't choose."

"That can't be helped. At this point, the math class representative in front of me, He Wenqian, must have already carried the homework over." Shen Zhixing turned a page and continued to write quickly, "There is a schedule to follow. It’s great to be at the same table as me, keep it up.”

"Keep your uncle." Ji Ting couldn't bear it anymore, and reached for his homework book, "I don't bother you, I will hand it in myself."

"Hey, don't, don't, I'm joking." Seeing this, Shen Zhixing immediately lay down on the table, clutching the exercise book to prevent him from snatching it.

When he got down, he didn't pay attention, and suppressed Ji Ting's hand.

Ji Ting was still holding the homework book in his hand, he was caught off guard and let go of his hand subconsciously, wanting to draw back.

Shen Zhixing was also taken aback for a moment, straightened up quickly, and couldn't stop talking, "At the same table, I found you, and I really couldn't help being funny."

Shen Zhixing was poor, and He Wenqian in the front row suddenly turned her head and threw an exercise book on Shen Zhixing's desk, and glanced at Ji Ting inadvertently, but her nervous eyes revealed her true thoughts.

"Fuck, He Wenqian, did you save this for me?" Someone who was busy raised his head with surprise on his face, and suddenly understood something when he saw the way she looked at Ji Ting, "Okay, I see. "

He Wenqian glared at him, and made a gesture to take it back, "What nonsense, don't copy it."

Shen Zhixing smiled twice, held down the exercise book, "copy copy."

"Don't worry, I will make up for my deskmate after I finish copying." He said, pointing to the remaining few exercise books on his desk, "As a thank you, I will reluctantly let you Go and hand in your idol's homework."

"Shut up and no one will treat you as dumb." He Wenqian picked up her homework, glanced at Ji Ting quickly, hesitated for a while, and turned her head without saying anything.

Shen Zhixing copied his homework until class, and after he finished copying, he started nagging again.

Wang Zha, who stared at the two of them for a long time, finally couldn't help knocking on the table, "A certain student in the middle of the last row, finished his homework? What are you talking about at the same table?"

"It's over, teacher." Shen Zhixing closed his homework book with a snap, and pulled out his history book from the desk, "I was discussing academic issues with my deskmate. My deskmate said he couldn't do it a lot, and I said I could." Make it up for him."

While talking, he took out a notebook and stuffed it into Ji Ting's hands without any explanation, "Come on, deskmate, this is the notebook you want. It's fully written and neat. I can't find a second copy in the class."

Just as Ji Ting was teased by Shen Zhixing, he was already upset.

Being pulled to block the gun by him so inexplicably, I was so angry that I almost wanted to fight him.

Before Ji Ting could put it into practice, the homeroom teacher cleaned up this annoying tablemate for him first.

Wang Zha swept Shen Zhixing around with laser-like eyes, and raised his voice, "Shen Zhixing, don't be poor with me, you have to memorize or listen to the lectures, have you forgotten what it feels like to stand in the principal's office memorizing history all afternoon? Do you need me to help you recall memories?"

This is actually a dark history of the school bully classmate.

Wang Xueyan was also Shen Zhixing's head teacher in her freshman year of high school, teaching history.Notoriously, she loves to be endorsed by herself, and every time a class is finished, the students will ask her to go through the knowledge points one by one.

If there is something that has not been memorized, she will go to the door of the class 5 minutes early at noon to block people, one by one, and bring all the things that have not been memorized back to the classroom, and watch them until they are memorized.

As a school bully, Shen Zhixing naturally disdained these coercive methods, and used all kinds of tricks to run away several times in a row.

At first Wang Xueyan ignored him.

Until a few days later at noon, Shen Zhixing repeated his tricks, pretending to go to the toilet in the last class in the morning, but was directly blocked by Wang Zha in the men's toilet.

It was also a coincidence that I ran into the principal who was inspecting the teaching building of the first year of high school.

The headmaster was already anxious, but when he saw Wang Xueyan standing at the door of the men's room with a history book and yelling at it, he became very angry and rushed in to drag Shen Zhixing out.

That afternoon, the story of Shen Zhixing memorizing the history in the principal's office all afternoon was spread with embellishments, and it became an anecdote for the whole grade, and the school bully almost lost face.

From then on, Shen Zhixing never escaped from reciting history, and Wang Xueyan became famous because of this, and became the only teacher in the grade who could make the school bully submit.

Wang Xueyan's words successfully evoked the memories of most people, and many students in the front row couldn't hold back anymore, they turned their heads and smiled at Shen Zhixing.

The classmates in the class laughed.

The school bully finally withered, shut his mouth, and calmed down.

Although Ji Ting didn't know what kind of stalk it was, but seeing Shen Zhixing deflated, he felt inexplicably comfortable.

He lowered his head, flipping the book to cover up the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and waited for Wang Zha to turn his head to go to class, before throwing the notebook stuffed by someone back on his desk.

I don't know if Wang Zha's power is too strong, but Shen Zhixing really didn't say anything, took the notebook and memorized the notes honestly.

When the school just started, there wasn't much to talk about. A few minutes before the end of get out of class, Wang Zha finished his lecture and asked the students to sort it out by themselves.

After Ji Ting finished writing the notes, he began to memorize them.

These knowledge points are not difficult, and the liberal arts questions do not need to be linked to the previous content, he can still keep up.

Some students had already started to ask the teacher for endorsement, and others started talking in a low voice.

Shen Zhixing sat down for a class, and seeing that the head teacher finally had no time to take care of himself, his not-so-honest heart began to agitate again.

The method of restlessness is very unique, it is completely on the verge of being beaten-Lajitin's sleeve.

Ji Ting was reciting vigorously, felt this movement and turned his head to look at Shen Zhixing.

Shen Zhixing immediately let go, "It's okay, you continue, come on."

Half a minute later, he reached out and stabbed Ji Ting's arm desperately.

Ji Ting was teased by him back and forth several times, finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and gave Shen Zhixing a look, "Are you sick?"

Shen Zhixing chuckled, pulled his sleeve again, lay down on the table and said in a low voice, "At the same table, I want to chat with you for a while."

Ji Ting raised his arm and shook it, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Come on." Shen Zhixing suddenly withdrew his smile, "Hey, I actually saw your trending, but I think it must be a rumor."

"Come on, let's chat and clear up the misunderstanding. That's why you've been hacked so badly."

Ji Ting's hand holding the pen paused, his Adam's apple twitched, and he turned to look at him, his tone still impatient, but he put down the things in his hand, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Zhixing laughed again when he heard it, leaned on the table and leaned towards Ji Ting, "Are you really... the little prince of nightclubs?"

Ji Ting: "..."

Although many people would not believe it, Ji Ting was indeed not.

The few photos on the hot search were completely taken out of context.

Last night, Bloody and the others were indeed going to play after dinner, but Ji Ting was not interested, and Bloody also knew that his current status was inappropriate, so he didn't plan to take him there at all.

They originally wanted to let Lean, who was also not going, take Ji Ting back, but he was busy and left before the meal was finished.

It just so happened that there was another friend whom several of them knew nearby who offered to send Ji Ting off.

The waiting time was a bit long, so they simply took Ji Ting to the club first.

No one expected that Ji Ting would be photographed in such a short time.

What's more, he was still holding a cigarette in his hand when he was photographed.

Ji Ting has been hacked too many times, he has long been numb, and he doesn't want to explain anything, just looked at Shen Zhixing, "I said no, do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it!" Shen Zhixing straightened up, and patted Ji Ting's shoulder like a big brother, "I believe everything my deskmate says."

When he said this, he kept looking at Ji Ting, his eyes were so focused that it gave the illusion that he was being taken seriously.

Ji Ting shook his head slightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "You believe there is a use for a fart."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Shen Zhixing, took out his mobile phone from the hole in the table, turned around and swiped Weibo on the table.

Zhao Hao is very efficient. Before the whole morning has passed, the trending search has dropped to the bottom.

The navy also hired a lot, and the words of Heizi who scolded him were suppressed a lot, and the comment area seemed to be a lot more harmonious.

Ji Ting didn't read it carefully and quit Weibo.

As soon as he opened WeChat, the person who had been around him for less than half a minute began to bother him again, "At the same table, can you do me a favor?"

Ji Ting said impatiently, "Say."

Turning his head, he saw the school bully holding the phone shyly, covering his face in embarrassment when he saw himself, "Scan the QR code for me to improve the quality of my WeChat list."