Idol and school grass are at the same table

[For those who don't know, make up a lesson, summarizing Ji Ting's "glorious deeds. 】

[Private fans, I posted the chat records on Weibo before, let’s post the photos here again, with this level of intimacy, I want to see if anyone else says the chat records belong to P. ]

[Speaking is better than singing, pretending to feel sorry for fans, not accepting gifts, holding the luxury goods given by fans from ear to ear, happy from ear to ear, there are also photos, real hammer. ]

[By the way, just to add to the above, he doesn't really only accept expensive gifts, he also accepts clothes from fans, but... just give it to his girlfriend after changing hands. ]

Looking at the pictures and vicious words, Ji Ting's face became more and more gloomy.

Even though he already had a premonition, Ji Ting was still shocked when he saw the mobile phone He Wenqian handed over.

He thought that those people were at most the same as before, posting some specious black material on Weibo or other melon-eating forums, but he didn't expect that this time it was really different.

This time they not only posted it on Weibo, but also "intimately" spread the post in the school's forum.

Although there were many people who hated him before, and there were many rumors about Ji Ting being bad on campus, after all, not everyone paid attention to entertainment news.

Although many people knew that Ji Tingfeng was not well-reviewed, not many of them seriously read all the news about hacking him. Most of the students just followed suit and hated it.

This time, someone directly moved these things to a place where most students would read them, and they summed them up extremely well.

In addition to the previous ones, many of the photos that Ji Ting was secretly taken during the school days were also posted up, some of which were sent by Zhao Hao to him before, and some of which he hadn't.

There were even photos of Ji Ting and Shen Zhixing playing together on their birthdays. They were all selected photos of him with two girls, mainly He Wenqian, and the photos were easily misunderstood.

[This is the girl in his class who likes him and often gives him things, so we repeat our old tricks and have an affair with him. ]

The post was posted at noon, and in more than two hours, there have been more than [-] pages of replies below.

[He is an amateur now, it can’t be said that he is having an affair with fans, maybe it’s just a simple puppy love / dog head]

[That's right, didn't you read his review last week? I heard that the fight was also because of that girl in their class. ]

[However, the little fan in our school who gave him gifts is not the only one in his class. ]

[Isn’t there a photo of other classes, there was a girl in the class before, who gave him things at first, but then transferred to another school. ]

[In this way, the girl transferred to another school because of...]

Looking at the malicious speculations on the screen, Ji Ting clenched his hands unconsciously.

"It's all... all rumors, I know."

Seeing that his condition was getting worse and worse, He Wenqian reached out to take back her mobile phone, "There is a picture at the beginning, the content is all edited, don't take it to heart."

"Okay, it's class, stop talking, take out the workbook first, and explain the mistakes in yesterday's homework."

The teacher on the podium had already started the class, Ji Ting shook his head to indicate that He Wenqian was fine, and followed the teacher to take out the book.

He knew that He Wenqian was worried about him and tried hard to control his emotions, not wanting her to see his abnormality, but some images kept popping up in his mind.

"I really like you, and I feel very tired. When life is difficult, I don't feel tired at all when I think of you. You are my spiritual pillar."

"Thank you for chatting with me. I never thought I could really get your reply."

"I've always liked you very much. I'm really excited and happy to finally meet you."

He Wenqian stared at him for a while, wanted to say something but didn't know what to do, she came back to her senses and was about to put away her phone, but when she lowered her head, she found that the small group of them had exploded.

[Qin Yang: What kind of shit? ]

[Do you know that rumors are interesting all the time? ]

[Chen Xuan: Just show me the ones in the front, and I might still be skeptical, but if you show me the one in the back, who the hell will believe it. ]

[Wei Xinying: That's right, it's obviously a photo of us together, but Sissi and Brother Ting are cut out separately. ]

He Wenqian was stunned for a moment, then carefully glanced at Ji Ting next to her, and several messages popped up on the mobile phone chat interface.

[Chen Xuan: I believe that brother Xing and brother Ting are ambiguous, but sister Qian... I really can't believe it. ]

[Qin Yang: No, this is too fake]

[Anyway, Brother Ting, I believe in you. ]

Several people expressed their position that they were not good at Aite's party, and one by one Aite became the object of the party's gossip.

[Qin Yang: Sister Qian, express your attitude @何文茜]

[Chen Xuan: Come out to clarify @何文茜]

[Wei Xinying: Although explaining in front of us is useless, but...]

[@He Wenqian]

[Aren't you too naive? ]

[He Wenqian is not sure how happy she is now. ]

[This is her idol, who has been rumored to be having an affair with her idol, whoever she is would be very upset. ]

Shen Zhixing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. Although his tone was a bit awkward, it made the tense atmosphere a little easier.

[No, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, I used to be a girlfriend fan too. ]

[I feel extremely refreshed now, so refreshed that I want to exhale fragrance, I can't wait to wring the head of the rumormonger. ]

He Wenqian gritted her teeth and finished replying, and sent a few emoticons with great connotations.

After class, Qin Yang and Shen Zhixing joined Ji Ting together.

Ji Ting didn't want them to worry, but he was really not in the mood.

In front of other people, Shen Zhixing couldn't say anything, so he comforted him a few words, said a few words to He Wenqian, and then dragged Qin Yang away.

In fact, not only Ji Ting, but also the other students in Class [-] didn't learn much from this afternoon's class.

The protagonist being discussed on the forum is in his own class, and no one is in the mood to attend class.

The teacher was spitting all over the front, and the students in Class [-] were all fiddling with their mobile phones underneath.

The third period is the politics class. The politics teacher is relaxed in class and likes to mingle with the students. Her class is often very noisy.

Today's state is obviously abnormal. The political teacher finally couldn't help the question in his heart after half a class, "Why are you so quiet today? Was your teacher Wang scolded you?"

The atmosphere in the class became more subtle, and someone unconsciously aimed in Ji Ting's direction.

The political teacher still didn't understand what was posted, but he didn't ask again, and smiled awkwardly, "Okay, that's fine, of course, it would be even better if you could listen to what I said."

"Turn the book to the next page, and let's continue."

He Wenqian has been paying attention to Ji Ting, and tried to speak to him a few times, but held back.

She was already in a bad mood, but the gossiping eyes of her classmates made her even more irritable.

He Wenqian flipped the pages of the book, and suddenly felt something hit her.

Resisting the urge to curse, He Wenqian lowered her head and saw a small note under the chair.

The elegant "Ji Ting" on the note made it easy to tell who made it.

He Wenqian lost most of her anger in an instant, exhaled slowly, and nervously put the note on Ji Ting's desk, "Brother Xing gave it to you."

Ji Ting slowly came back to his senses, nodded at her, and picked up the note.

One page of homework paper with only one line written

Shen Zhixing's handwriting has never been recognizable by ordinary people, Ji Ting read it for a long time, and finally recognized it based on his experience of being at the same table for many days.

[Be happy, I can't see you suffering. ]

"Brother Ting, something fell."

After He Wenqian finished speaking, she bent down and picked up something from the ground, "It seemed to have fallen out of a note."

Ji Ting took it and paused slightly.

It is a rose made of pink colored paper. Because it was wrapped in paper strips, it has been a little flattened, but it can still be seen that it was folded with care.

Although Shen Zhixing's handwriting is hideously ugly, his unexpected hand is quite skillful. When the two of them were at the same table, the school bully had nothing to do in class, so he liked to learn origami from the girls around him, folding a pile of messy things. Give it to Ji Ting.

There are some small patterns on the periphery of the rose, one by one, small, and I can't tell what they are.

Ji Ting's heart moved, he hesitated for a moment, and took it apart.

It is a heart shape surrounded by emoji expressions.

For some unknown reason, Ji Ting's mood slowly calmed down, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised an arc that he didn't even notice.

"Homework, pages 23 to 25 of the exercise book, both choice and big questions have to be written."

After the get out of class bell rang, the political teacher had finished assigning homework, "The class representative will bring me my homework early tomorrow, don't be like today, I have finished the exercises between classes, and the homework hasn't been brought over yet, one morning self-study is not enough for you Did you make up your homework?"

"Shen Zhixing, Cao Yutong, He Fan, especially you guys, don't write big homework questions, save it for me? You guys, come out for a while."

The political teacher didn't move after packing up his things. He watched the people who had been called stand up before leaving the classroom with his things.

After coming out of the politics teacher's office, Shen Zhixing wanted to talk to Ji Ting.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I found that the person was no longer in the seat, and even carried his schoolbag away. The desk was clean and neatly arranged with books.

He Wenqian was not in the classroom, so Shen Zhixing asked a few people nearby, but no one knew.

Feeling extremely worried, Shen Zhixing took out his phone and wanted to send a message to Ji Ting.

"He went to the teacher in charge to ask for leave."

Li Wenhao who just came back from the office next to him suddenly said, "I just met him in the office."

Shen Zhixing paused, and turned his head eagerly, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know." Li Wenhao adjusted his glasses and shook his head, "But it must be quite uncomfortable. I think he said that he won't go to evening self-study and wants to go home."

Shen Zhixing's heart tightened, and he stood up from his seat.

The class bell just rang.

Li Wenhao was taken aback by him, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him, "Where are you going? You are on self-study."

"Look for someone." Shen Zhixing was worried about Ji Ting, and his tone was a bit aggressive, "You can tell the class teacher how you like."

After he finished speaking, he put his phone in his pocket and left, regardless of Qin Yang who was watching the self-study in front of him.

In the afternoon, Wang Xueyan knew a little bit about Ji Ting. Seeing him coming to her, she gave him a leave of absence without asking any questions.

Ji Ting thanked him with the note and prepared to leave.

The head teacher stopped him, "If you have something to do, you can tell the teacher, and the teacher will try his best to help you."

With a slight pause in his footsteps, Ji Ting slowly took a breath and nodded, "Thank you teacher."

Although the class has already started, some noise can still be heard in the corridor because this session is self-study.

Ji Ting was in a bad mood and felt a little irritable when he heard it, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When I went downstairs, I kept hearing footsteps behind me, unhurried, as if I was following him.

Ji Ting didn't care, and didn't bother to care.

When he reached the first floor, the person behind him suddenly caught up and grabbed his wrist.

Only then did Ji Ting remember to look back.

Shen Zhixing dragged the people around him without saying a word.

When Ji Ting came back to his senses, Shen Zhixing had already pushed him into the tea room at the end of the corridor again.

Shen Zhixing closed the door, first stretched his hand to Ji Ting's forehead, felt that the temperature seemed to be normal, but he was still a little worried, "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Ji Ting didn't expect Shen Zhixing to chase him out, he stared at the ground and shook his head.

He knew that Shen Zhixing was worried about him, but he was really in a bad mood right now, he didn't want to be comforted by others, and he was also afraid that if he was not careful, he would lose his temper at Shen Zhixing.

After a long silence, Ji Ting finally said, "Go back to class, I'm going home."

His voice was hoarse, and he still stared at the ground and refused to raise his head when he spoke.

Shen Zhixing panicked, "Crying?"

Ji Ting shook his head, and reached out to pull the door, but Shen Zhixing grabbed his wrist.

Shen Zhixing lowered his head slightly, stretched out his other hand to caress his face.

Slender and warm fingers pinched his chin, and gently raised his head with irresistible meaning.

The next second, the man bent forward slightly, lowered his head and met his eyes.