Idol and school grass are at the same table

On Sunday, Zhao Hao had something to do, so he asked his assistant to help Ji Ting tidy up the dormitory.

The dormitories in the International Department of Fenghe Middle School are in very good condition. They are shared by two people. They are equipped with all kinds of electrical appliances. It is just a small apartment.

Ji Ting's conditions were even better. He was in a special situation, and the school directly arranged a single room for him.

After tidying up the dormitory, Ji Ting went out to have a meal with Zhao Hao and the others, officially starting his dormitory life.

It was another Monday, after cleaning the blackboard for two consecutive days, Ji Ting finally caught up with the first morning self-study in his high school career.

As soon as he got back to his seat, Ji Ting saw his full table again.

As in the previous two days, there were a lot of snacks and small gifts - all from the little fans who liked him at school.

"That, Ji... Ting Ge."

Cao Yutong took a deep breath, his voice was a little trembling, "This, uh, just fell off your desk."

He was holding envelopes in his hands and was extremely nervous.Waiting for Ji Ting to pick it up, he exhaled, turned around quickly, stuck his head into the book and performed the ostrich magic again.

Ji Ting looked at him looking at him like a scourge, expressionless, nodded, took his things and sat down.

Shen Zhixing on the side has not been late for the past few days, he was very swollen, and even laughed at Ji Ting, "Oh, at the same table, it's so rare that we can meet each other in this beautiful morning."

Seeing that Ji Ting ignored him after he finished speaking, he curled his lips, pointed at the things on the table and continued to tease, "By the way, there are more and more of you little fans, and you are getting more and more crazy."

Ji Ting was packing up the presents on the table, when he heard this, he paused lightly, and pushed all the things onto Shen Zhixing's table, "Here you are."

Shen Zhixing declined insincerely, "Oh, this is not good."

"Then throw it away." Ji Ting ignored his pretentiousness, and pushed away the rest of the things, but picked out the letter and stuffed it into the drawer.

Shen Zhixing immediately changed his words: "Don't, don't, it's such a waste, let's help you share it."

Ji Ting only left the letter from the things from the previous few days, and the rest of the precious Shen Zhixing helped to find someone to return, and the snacks and small things were shared with the surrounding students.

Ji Ting naturally had no objection, he opened his schoolbag to pack up his homework.

"Same table, same table, look at this."

Ji Ting turned his head while holding the homework, and saw that his restless deskmate was playing with a doll in his arms.

It is a doll with an internet celebrity cartoon image, a little bigger than a mobile phone, but a small one, very cute.

"The power bank is well disguised, and nothing can be seen on the table." Shen Zhixing fiddled with it, and wanted to show it to Ji Ting, "Your fans are very considerate, and the things you give are really useful."

Ji Ting didn't pick it up, so he scanned it, guessing that it wasn't some expensive gift, "Then don't return it, just take it."

Shen Zhixing was just a novelty at first, and seeing him like this, he felt a little embarrassed, after thinking about it for a while, he happily placed it on the table, "You can use the power bank anyway, so I haven't disappointed your little fans."

The third class is physical education class. After the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, the physical education class did not return to the classroom, and directly waited for class on the playground.

The students on the playground gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and eating snacks.

Ji Ting stood alone next to the horizontal bar, looking at the talking and laughing crowd around him, there was some indescribable meaning in his eyes.

He has a cold temper, and most people dare not get close to him, even if there are bold ones, they just say hello and show his kindness, and the only one who can barely get close to "familiarity" is Shen Zhixing.

But the school bully ran away with the brothers from other classes as soon as he practiced today.

Fortunately, there is a mobile phone, but I don't feel bored.

Ji Ting looked at his phone for a while, seeing that the time was almost up, he put away his phone and was about to walk to the middle of the playground, when he caught sight of something from the corner of his eye.

He stopped and looked sideways, and there was a girl in the corner on the other side of the wall who happened to turn around and frantically stuffed her phone into her pocket.

Although he has been hacked all the time and has quit the circle, Ji Ting still has many "die-hard loyalists" in school, and there are quite a few people taking pictures these days.

He has long been used to being secretly photographed by others, although he is very disgusted, but after all, he is a little girl in school, not a paparazzi, and he can't do anything, so it's not like he wants to rush forward and say something.

Ji Ting glanced at the girl's back again, turned and left.

The physical education class is about relaxation. The teacher took me to do 10 minutes of preparatory activities, and then let everyone go to free activities.

As soon as they were disbanded, Shen Zhixing tried to hook up with Ji Ting again, "Same table, how about going to play?"

Ji Ting raised his hand to block his arm, "Don't hit him."

"Physical education class, not playing ball is simply wasting youth." Shen Zhixing lowered his arms obediently, but changed to a new trick.

He grabbed Ji Ting's sleeve with one hand, pinched his throat and said, "Brother Ting Ting, why don't you play with me for a while."

While talking, he jumped twice.

A big boy with a height of 1.8 meters, nothing else, but a set of disgusting people.

Ji Ting's eyes hurt from his affectation, "Hit your uncle, get out."

That being said, Ji Ting was dragged under the basket by Shen Zhixing in the end.

Shen Zhixing is very popular, and not long after he was assigned to a class, he has already become familiar with all the boys in the class.

Several boys who were about to play ball saw him coming and threw the ball to him directly, "Hey, Brother Xing, do you want to play together?"

"Then bring me at the same table as well." Shen Zhixing took the ball with a smile, twirled it handsomely in his hand twice, and pulled Ji Ting, "Play together in the future, take care of everyone."

Boys are different from girls. Most boys don’t pay much attention to entertainment news. They only know about Ji Ting. Even if they heard some rumors, they don’t take it seriously.

As long as they had contact with Ji Ting in the past few days, their attitudes were more polite, and now it was brought by Shen Zhixing, so naturally no one objected.

Several people joked a few words, and waited for someone while taking off their coats.

"The group of people from the third class just said that they would call together."

"Okay, there are a few in their class who play very well, and it's time to learn from each other."

Shen Zhixing, a boy from class three, also knew a lot, so it was inevitable to have some small talk.

Ji Ting didn't participate, but he could clearly feel that someone was staring at him.

He took a look, and his eyes happened to meet a boy across from him.

The boy is not short, and looks decent, but his eyes are a bit strange, probably because of the excessive white of his eyes. When looking at people, he always has a feeling of staring at others, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Probably because he knew that Ji Ting had noticed his gaze, the man also looked away.

After grinding for 5 minutes, the game finally started.

As a handsome school bully, Shen Zhixing has always had a lot of little fans in his grades. Seeing him playing now, many of them came over to watch him.

Ji Ting was even more powerful. The little fans stood by and called his name to cheer him on. Their voices were uniform and loud. It was a textbook-level fan support scene.

Ji Ting doesn't play basketball very well, but he is handsome and can attract girls' attention with every move he makes.

"Damn it, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, Ji Ting is too good."

"Ji Ting...ah, he can be so handsome without scoring a goal."

The girls screamed louder and louder, and the ball was played more and more intensely.

The two classes are evenly matched, and the scores have been clinging tightly, and neither side dares to relax.

"Brother Ting!"

Qin Yang, the monitor of Class [-], was tightly blocked by three opponents, and finally threw the ball to Ji Ting after dribbling in his hands for a long time.

There was also someone blocking Ji Ting, but he jumped but was cut off by the other party.

The opponent grabbed the ball and ran straight to the basket of the eighth class, and was stopped by Shen Zhixing just after passing the halfway line.

The boy made a fake move to try to pass Shen Zhixing, but Shen Zhixing snatched the ball.

Shen Zhixing ran to the opponent's field with the ball, and passed the ball to the boys in Class [-] before the opponent surrounded him.

The third group blocked too tightly, and the boy failed to shoot. Fortunately, Ji Ting was close and caught the ball before the opponent.

Three groups of people gathered around again, Ji Ting patted the ball in his hand, but couldn't move at all.

"It's okay, hold on."

"Pass the ball!"

The sound of the basketball hitting the ground mixed with the hurried voices of his classmates. Ji Ting exhaled, glanced at the two people opposite him, swayed a bit, and rushed out with the ball.

"Pretty!"

"Shoot!"

Just when everyone was cheering, Ji Ting fell to the ground unexpectedly.

The people around quickly surrounded him.

"what happened?"

"Where did you hurt?"

"Can you still stand up? Come on, let me help you, get up first."

Ji Ting squatted on the ground, propped his left hand on the ground, and supported his ankle with his right hand. The whole body was almost curled up. The pain in his right leg made him unable to straighten his waist.

"Ankle?" Shen Zhixing eagerly approached him, reaching out to pull his trouser leg, "It hurts badly? Show me."

Ji Ting gritted his teeth and pushed him, but he had almost no strength in his hands, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

On the other side, a few boys who had just gotten close to Ji Ting started arguing with boys from class three.

"What's the matter with you? Don't think that no one saw it." A boy from Class [-] pointed to a boy opposite, and said in a very aggressive tone, "You just fouled, and you pushed Ji Ting."

"Who pushed him? He bumped into him himself!" The boy's tone was also very aggressive, his white eyes swept over the boy who was defending Ji Ting, his eyes were full of disdain, "I can't do anything, why don't Pretending to be aggressive will attract little girls."

When he said this, some people in the third class couldn't stand it anymore, "Liu Wang! Stop talking."

The boys in Class [-] were even more anxious, "What do you mean? Will you speak well!"

"What did I say wrong?" Liu Wang glanced at Ji Ting, who was still squatting on the ground, and said louder, "Isn't he just relying on his face to attract little girls, otherwise why would those girls like him? Private life !"

"Hey, by the way, I heard that the fan he slept with is not his, but his teammate's. You are defending him now, are you afraid that he will hook up with your girlfriend someday?"

"Master **, you must be sick!"

The confronting boys from Class [-] couldn't take it anymore, rolled up their sleeves and rushed forward a few steps.

However, before they stretched out their fists, Liu Wang was kicked from behind and fell to the ground.

Shen Zhixing stepped on Liu Wang's right ankle, and walked around in front of him amidst a burst of screams.

The boy held Liu Wang's head with one hand, preventing him from lifting it up.

After a long while, Shen Zhixing leaned over slightly, grabbed Liu Wang's collar and forced him to look at him, his often smiling face was cold, "Apologize."