Idol and school grass are at the same table

Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, but the person on the side held his hand and pinched it twice, and patted his palm lightly as if to comfort him.

The host finished reading the string of words in the middle, and the next class came on stage.

All the lights under the stage went out in an instant, leaving only a faint light on the stage.

Ji Ting turned his head sideways, and met Shen Zhixing's gaze.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Ji Ting seemed to see him smile even though the light was very dark.

The sudden irritability in my heart dissipated instantly, replaced by some kind of warmth.

After the sixth class was over, Qin Yang called the eighth class to the back to get ready.

The eighth class practiced very ordinary, and the rehearsal performance was not very brilliant.

The head teacher also watched them practice a few times, and he always only encouraged them in this kind of thing, and didn't hold much hope for them. After stepping down, he still encouraged them.

After the end, each class disbands and returns to class, preparing for the monthly exam summary meeting.

School was supposed to end early on Friday, so it must be too early for a meeting.

As soon as Cao Yutong disbanded, he began to complain about the school uncontrollably, "It's already three o'clock, and it must be too early for school to end today."

He Wenqian nodded next to her, "What kind of monthly exam summary meeting is obviously a criticism meeting. After taking the test, there is a teacher's "education" meeting at school, and I have to listen to my parents' hard-working "education when I go home. I am really going crazy. "

"What do you have to worry about?" Shen Zhixing interrupted, "Didn't you get the third place in the class this time?"

"But my ranking in the grade is very poor. I didn't make it into the top twenty."

He Wenqian sighed, Cao Yutong and Shen Zhixing looked at each other in despair, and fell silent at the same time.

"Forget it." The boyfriend's mentally retarded behavior finally made Ji Ting unable to stand it any longer, "The 'bad' of a top student is not the same as your concept, so don't take it upon yourself, okay?"

The monthly exam summary will be long and boring, and there are not many students in the class who are really listening.

The better ones know how to do homework, and most of them just chat and do other things.

It was past school time, and Wang Xueyan didn't look at them too strictly, and told them not to make too much noise, so she sat in front and did her own thing.

Ji Ting didn't like studying that much, he didn't want to do homework at all after school, put away his schoolbag, and took out his mobile phone.

He was going to Zhao Hao's studio on the weekend, so he sent a message on WeChat to ask if Zhao Hao had time.

Zhao Hao's news didn't come back soon, Ji Ting quit WeChat and read comics again.

God Z's manga update has come to an end, and there are new updates.

Ji Ting took a look, and logged on to his Weibo account in boredom.

When I boarded, I found that God Z actually sent himself a private message, which was a few days ago.

[Are you busy recently? ]

As always, it was brief, but Ji Ting was so excited that he couldn't control his expression—God Z actually took the initiative to send him a message.

Ji Ting stared at the private message for a long time, thought of many replies in his mind, but felt dissatisfied with each one, typed, deleted, and typed, and finally replied with "no".

I wanted to post something, but didn't know what to say.

While struggling, the news from God Z actually came.

[You haven't been online for a long time. ]

God Z is a bit aloof, and doesn't usually post on Weibo, whether it's fan comments or the previous private message with Ji Ting, he is a little alienated.

He took the initiative to send a message to himself, and Ji Ting was already overjoyed, and the obviously intimate words made Ji Ting so excited that he didn't know what to reply.

Although Ji Ting is a senior fan, he really doesn't know how to chat with people, especially when facing God Z, he is so excited and nervous that he can't say anything for a while.

After chatting awkwardly, and posting a few cute emojis that I don't usually use, Ji Ting finally chatted to death.

"Don't feel relaxed in the first and second grades, especially the second grades. As soon as our third grades leave, you will also be on the battlefield of the college entrance examination."

"But now some of our senior two students, no, it should be said that most of them don't have this awareness, especially in terms of usual performance, many classes and even disciplines are not as good as senior one students."

The teaching director on the radio summarized the monthly exams for each grade, and then started a new round of ideological education in a different direction.

"Especially in the morning self-study and afternoon self-study classes in the second grade of senior high school, there are all kinds of things. The head teacher doesn't think it works, so he calls and criticizes a few classes here."

"Class [-], Class [-], and Class [-], these three classes can be described as a mess. Class [-] and even the morning self-study on the day of the monthly exam are still very sloppy, and there is no sense of nervousness about the exam at all!"

Ji Ting was in a daze, when he heard his class being called on the radio, he subconsciously looked up at the class teacher in front of him.

As expected, Wang Xueyan's face darkened. Looking at the students under the podium, she began to compare with the broadcaster, counting down all the mischievous students in the class.

There is nothing wrong with Ji Ting at this time, but a school bully whose grades are inversely proportional to energy cannot escape.

The head teacher didn't scold badly, but continued to train endlessly as usual, singing a duet of complete earnestness along with the radio.

Comparing Beibei with the radio still consumes energy, and the duet lasted for a few minutes before gradually stopping.

After a while, the monthly exam summary meeting on the radio came to an end, "This is the end of today's meeting. The teachers in charge of each class can hold a small meeting before school is over."

After the dean finished speaking, the sound of the radio stopped.

Wang Xueyan finally waited for the time for her to play, and continued her unfinished education.

"It's still the same sentence in the morning. Most of you have no idea about your senior year and your future. It's already the second semester of senior year. It's really impossible to continue like this."

The homeroom teacher's che jilu had been repeated so many times that the students in the class were tired of listening to it, and because of her majesty, no one dared to show dissatisfaction when she was angry, so they could only do their own things secretly.

Ji Ting took out his phone again, unlocked the screen, and a new WeChat message just popped up.

It came from his boyfriend who still didn't change his face after being trained for a long time.

[The teacher in charge lectured, listened carefully, without any ideological awareness at all. ]

Later, he also sent an emoticon package that fits him very well and deserves a beating.

Ji Ting raised his head to look in Shen Zhixing's direction, and someone happened to look over too, with a mean expression on his face that Ji Ting could imagine through the screen.

[Listen, how well the head teacher said, do you have a plan for your future? ]

[Are you going to hang around like this? ]

[No matter how rich your family is, can you spend your whole life like this? ]

Not knowing who was fooling around, Ji Ting watched Shen Zhixing transcribe the head teacher's words one by one and sent them, wanting to rush over and beat him up.

Ji Ting didn't wait for Shen Zhixing to continue, and sent him a message.

[Very well said, you hit every one of them. ]

[I would like to ask you, what plans do you have in the future? ]

When Ji Ting sent this sentence, he had no other meaning, but simply wanted to say something to Shen Zhixing.

After sending it, I suddenly felt a little blocked, hesitated for a while, and then withdrew it.

For some reason, he was suddenly a little worried.

The word "future" sounds far away, but when it is mentioned so suddenly, it makes people feel a little uneasy.

Regarding the future plan, Ji Ting had already thought about it since he sent the message to Zhao Hao, and he wanted to start over.

Of course, since he has returned to school, he will not become a trainee again. There are many ways to continue his dream, and he decided to choose the one that does not conflict with his studies.

Although he was confused before, Ji Ting has become more and more clear about his plan since this period of time.

Ji Ting has always been a person who will work hard to make a decision, and what the class teacher said has little influence on him.

What he was worried about was Shen Zhixing.

Although the two of them haven't been together for a long time, and Ji Ting usually doesn't show much when he and Shen Zhixing are together, he actually takes this relationship very seriously.

He wanted to continue walking with Shen Zhixing.

But with Shen Zhixing's current state, Ji Ting was a little uncertain.

Shen Zhixing was not interested in studying, Ji Ting knew it, and never said anything, after all, he himself was not much better, and when he was mentioned by the head teacher, he couldn't help but start to worry.

He didn't want Shen Zhixing to be so good and to be admitted to such an awesome university, but he didn't want there to be a big gap between the two of them.

"Of course, in this era, it doesn't mean that there is only one way to study. Even if it is the college entrance examination, there are still many choices."

Ji Ting was still worried about Shen Zhixing's future in his heart, but Wang Xueyan changed the subject and talked about something he had never said before.

"Some students can consider the art test, especially some students who are not good at grades and are interested in this aspect, they can think about it when they go back."

"In fact, many students have been preparing since childhood. We are already in the second semester of the second year of high school. Some people may think it is a bit late, but it is not the case. If you really want to take this path, you can ask me."

"Of course, this is not an easy path. It's just one more path. The only shortcut is hard work."

Wang Xueyan didn't say too much, she only briefly mentioned a few words about the art test, ordered some homework and other precautions, and announced that school was over.

The classmates in the class were liberated at once, and they packed their things and went home, crying and howling.

Ji Ting was still thinking about what the head teacher said, and absently stuffed the homework he had arranged into his schoolbag one by one.

"It's already 04:30." Shen Zhixing carried a schoolbag with no books on his back as usual, and moved to Ji Ting's side, "Are you going home today? Go out and have fun before going home?"

Ji Ting was so focused on his thoughts that he was startled by his sudden sound, and all the books in his hand fell to the ground.

Shen Zhixing pouted, picked up the book and helped him put it in, "What are you thinking about? I'm out of my mind."

"No." Ji Ting shook his head, "I don't want to go out to play today, so you should go home early."

Class [-] was late after school, so Ji Ting went back to the dormitory to get some things, but when he came out, there was no one in the school.

What the head teacher said just now had a great influence on Ji Ting, until he left the school, he was still a little absent-minded, and he just responded to Shen Zhixing's words.

The bus they were going to take was a little far away. It was past the rush hour after school at this point, there were not many students left, and it was not time to get off work.

The bus that the two of them took was also very empty, with only a few people sitting sporadically.

Ji Ting found a seat at the back and sat down, and Shen Zhixing followed him and sat next to him.

It was getting late, and the sun began to sink gradually, and a little afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them through the car window.

Ji Ting had earphones plugged into both ears, and turned his head to look out the window.

The person next to him called him, "Ji Ting."

A hand immediately covered it, warm and dry, with some indescribable tenderness.

He froze for a moment, turned his head, but the man suddenly moved closer, leaned against his shoulder, let go of his hand, walked around behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist, and gently hugged him. He kissed on the ear.

The two sat very far back, there was no one behind them, and the people in front would not see this small gesture.

Ji Ting was stiff all over, and stretched out his hand to push him.

Shen Zhixing raised his hand to hold his hand, moved closer, smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Although you may think I'm glib, you are the most important part of my plan."