That student turned sex

When the classmates heard the roar, they all quietly turned their heads behind the pile of books and looked at the back row.

Some people even showed expressions of gloating and watching the show.

Yan Mo was sleeping with his eyes closed, lying on the table listening to music, when suddenly he was hit by a piece of chalk.

When he opened his eyes, the long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of anger.

Wang Yue at the same table saw that the momentum was not good. He was afraid that Brother Mo would get up too angry and the consequences would be unimaginable. This is the teacher. ..."

Yan Mo didn't speak, Wang Yue carefully withdrew his hand.

After a while, Yan Mo blinked, then lazily raised his hand to brush back his long hair, knocked the end of the chalk to the ground, and took off the earphones in his hand.

Then, he got up unhurriedly, as if stretching on the sofa in his own living room, with his long legs resting leisurely on the edge of the desk.

Wang Yue helped him move the chair back.

Yan Mo's standing posture was not straight, and his face was not serious. His messy black hair was let down to slightly cover his forehead, but his sharp eyebrows and eyes could not be blocked at all. Four words were written on his whole body from head to toe—— — Rebellious.

The old man Cheng became angry when he saw his foolishness, pointed at the test paper, tapped it a few times, and said in a stern tone: "Come on! Tell me how to solve the problem I just mentioned?!"

Yan Mo only woke up after a nap, so he didn't know what he was talking about.

Wang Yue had been talking nonsense just now, and he was also unclear. No one could remind Yan Mo.

However, even if Wang Yue knew it was useless, the topic was not important.

Yan Mo lowered his head unhurriedly, and glanced at his test paper and answer sheet that had been pressed under his arm. His handwriting could be described as a dog crawling, and it was so scribbled that there was no distinction between humans and animals.

The answer area for the next few big questions was almost completely blank, with several big, red 0s written like mocking people.

However, even the written word is the same.

Compared with Ji Xiaohan's test paper, it's heaven and earth, don't be too stark.

Yan Mo looked up calmly after reading it, and said without shame, "I won't."

"Won't?"

Old man Cheng snorted heavily. He got off the podium and walked towards Yan Mo, ready to get Yan Mo's test paper.

Old man Cheng walked to the back, and all the students in the back row were as quiet as chickens and buried their heads like ostriches.

Old man Cheng picked up Yan Mo's test paper, and the more he looked at it, the more angry he became.

"You also know you can't!? Then you don't listen carefully in class?! Still sleeping?! Your dad sent you to school to let you sleep here?!"

"Look at you this time! You only got eleven points in physics!?!"

Old man Cheng stared at Yan Mo, poking his finger at the test paper, counting down Yan Mo's grades.

"Do you know the concept of eleven points? The bottom one in the grade!!!"

"Aren't you ashamed? Huh? Let the whole class down! How much your class average score has been lowered by you—ah!"

Hearing this, Yan Mo's eyes suddenly flashed a hint of displeasure, but he quickly put it away, and he retorted leisurely: "Teacher, I also want to get a high score, but if I can't, I won't! There is no way."

Rao had known for a long time that Yan Mo was not easy to discipline, but once again he realized how thick-skinned he was, Old Man Cheng was still deeply irritated by Yan Mo's tone.

He stood there, staring at Yan Mo, his chest heaving violently, and he didn't speak for a long time.

If it weren't for the inability to punish him physically, he would have kicked him at this moment.

Originally, it was fine, but Yan Mo raised his eyebrows lightly, and then said to Old Man Cheng: "Teacher——you shouldn't ask me to give a question, I'm sure I can't answer you! Tell me, you are not doing this for nothing!" Make yourself angry? Don't you?"

After Yan Mo finished speaking, several people around him lay on the table, looked sideways at Yan Mo, and gave Yan Mo their thumbs up in their hearts: Boss!Niubi!Really awesome!

The old man Cheng's complexion just came back, and he heard this sentence. After he closed his eyes and encouraged him to take a deep breath, he finally decided not to continue to fight against himself. He was old and couldn't afford to be hurt.

Old man Cheng put down Yan Mo's test paper, shook the chalk dust from his hands, and replaced someone who could answer the questions.

"Ji Xiaohan, can you tell me how to solve this problem?"

Ji Xiaohan was devoting himself to painting the animals' eyes with a clearer sense of light and shade, making the eyes more charming. He didn't realize that Old Man Cheng was calling him.

Beside him, Qi Ming only had time to push Ji Xiaohan under the table, the whole classroom was very quiet, he didn't even dare to make a sound, because old man Cheng had already walked beside them.

After being pushed back, Ji Xiaohan paused, his first reaction was to look sideways at Qi Ming, he thought Qi Ming had something to say.

As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he met the old man Cheng's eyes. Ji Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Cheng Yi to stand beside him.

Under Cheng Yi's gaze, Ji Xiaohan lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and didn't speak. He didn't know what to say at this time.

However, he could avoid old man Cheng's gaze, and the paintings on his desk were completely unavoidable.

Normally, when faced with Ji Xiaohan's refusal to attend lectures, Old Man Cheng might just turn a blind eye and pass by, but this time the situation is special.

For a while, old man Cheng was secretly ridiculed by other teachers because of the poor grades in his class, saying that he was not good at teaching and that the students would not attend the class.

Secondly, Yan Mo's anger just now has not subsided, and now he is on fire.

With the combination of two reasons, naturally he was unwilling to close that eye.

"Row!"

Old man Cheng slammed the test paper on the desk, panting deeply, frowning tightly, and said angrily, "You know how to do the questions and don't attend the lecture, right?!"

……

The whole class fell into a deep silence at the same time, and no one dared to make a sound for a while.

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and old man Cheng pointed at the two tall ones standing there one last time, and shouted, "I won't listen anyway! You two! Get out and stand until get out of class is over!"

So, on the last afternoon of summer make-up classes, on the last day of his sophomore career, Ji Xiaohan, who had won the first place in high school for two consecutive years, experienced the feeling of being punished again.

Standing in the corridor outside the classroom, Ji Xiaohan let out a deep breath.

He is a little irritable.

With such a delay, Hua didn't know if he could complete it according to his ideas and plans. He didn't want to hand it over with flaws like this. What if the customer was not satisfied and didn't pay?

However, if he didn't pay it tonight, he would have to drive home again, and he would have to pay it five days later, which would be too late.

In addition...

Ji Xiaohan stared at the sky outside the corridor, desperately hoping that these ten minutes would pass quickly.

He really didn't want to stay with Yan Mo for a second. He hadn't completely calmed down about what happened half a class ago. All came out.

Ji Xiaohan felt weak all over, standing in front of the wall between the front and back windows of the classroom, irritated silently.

If you just continue to be quiet until the end of get out of class, you can still bear it.

However, after a while, there was a continuous knocking sound from the wall behind——

"Talk-chat-chat-chat..."

The sound came through the wall, as if it was coming from the ear, very clear. Of course, it also aggravated Ji Xiaohan's irritability. He took a deep breath, but still couldn't hold it back, and glanced to the side.

Yan Mo was standing not far from Ji Xiaohan.

Different from Ji Xiaohan's boredom, he was even a little happy, with a carefree face, raised eyebrows, and even stretched himself comfortably.

There is a draft in the corridor, which will be empty during class, much cooler than the classroom.

Yan Mo folded his arms behind his head, leaned against the wall with his head resting on his arms, and bent his fingers together, tapping the wall with his knuckles in a certain rhythm.

That's how Ji Xiaohan heard the sound.

When Ji Xiaohan looked over at Yan Mo.

Yan Mo was staring at the ground with one leg, while the other leg was half-bent and stepping backwards on the wall, his knees were still swaying slightly from side to side following a certain rhythm.

At the same time, because of his raising his arm, the hem of the T-shirt was slightly raised by the wind, revealing a few wheat-colored abdominal muscles. The shape is very beautiful, and it is more contoured than the wax figure Ji Xiaohan saw when he first started practicing sketching. distinct.

Ji Xiaohan glanced twice before intending to divert his gaze away, but at this moment, Yan Mo suddenly turned his head and met Ji Xiaohan's gaze that he hadn't had time to retract.

Yan Mo seemed to have discovered Ji Xiaohan's little secret, he raised the corner of his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his face, and even raised his tone.

"how?"

"Sneaking at me?"

As soon as these few words came out, Ji Xiaohan frowned instantly, and turned his head annoyed. His long-term habit of drawing made him subconsciously take a second look at all kinds of objects with beautiful shapes and clear tones. , Take a look, this is a good time, let Yan Mo seize the opportunity to tease him.

Ji Xiaohan looked at the blue sky outside and took a deep breath.

The profile of Ji Xiaohan's face is very delicate and beautiful, but it is a little tense.

Yan Mo just said a word, and saw Ji Xiaohan's quiet side face. For some reason, he suddenly seemed a little uncomfortable, and he bit the tip of his tongue lightly.

After a while, Yan Mo said in a stiff tone, "...that...the test paper...I returned it to you."

But Ji Xiaohan pretended he didn't hear it, he didn't say anything, he just reached out and touched the pocket of his trousers, there was a tissue in the pocket - when he was usually drawing, he had the habit of stuffing the pocket with paper, which would be just right Come in handy.

Ji Xiaohan took out the paper towel, tore out two pieces, twisted them into balls, and plugged his two ears. In this way, the world became much quieter.

Seeing this scene, Yan Mo was stunned for a moment. When Ji Xiaohan plugged his ears, he unconsciously stopped knocking on the wall and retracted his slightly bent long fingers.

After a while, he curled his lips slightly in embarrassment, and stopped shaking his legs.

Yan Mo put his legs down and leaned leisurely against the wall, glanced sideways at Ji Xiaohan from time to time, as if he wanted to speak.

But Ji Xiaohan never turned his head, standing there like a silent bamboo.

Not long after the punishment was over, Ji Xiaohan was notified by other students that Teacher Pan from their class was looking for him.

He went to the teacher's office alone.

When Ji Xiaohan entered, the class teacher Pan Lin was sitting in the office, looking at the computer to count the overall ranking of the students in their class 18 in this exam.

There was only the last class left, and the teachers who had no class packed up and went home, and those who had class did not know whether they should go to the class to check the situation in advance or go to the bathroom.

In short, there are no other teachers in the office, only Pan Lin.

Ji Xiaohan stood in front of the desk, quietly waiting for Pan Lin to speak.

Pan Lin is fat and under 40 years old. He has black hair and is not bald. He looks very kind. He squints his eyes when he smiles.

Especially when facing Ji Xiaohan, his attitude is as gentle as the wind and light rain. In the two years of high school, Ji Xiaohan has hardly seen him lose his temper.

However, it is probably because Pan Lin is too good-tempered, so those poor students and students who disobeyed the discipline were stuffed into his class, resulting in the average grade of their class always being the bottom of the grade. None can be pulled up.

After Pan Lin sorted out the results on the computer, he printed them out, looked up at Ji Xiaohan, smiled gently, got up and went slowly to the printer to get the newly printed rankings that smelled of ink. Biao, said to Ji Xiaohan: "Don't be nervous, I didn't come to you to talk about you being punished to stand."

Faced with the always good-tempered Pan Lin, Ji Xiaohan was certainly not nervous, but at this moment he looked at Pan Lin suspiciously.

Ji Xiaohan didn't understand, if it wasn't because of punishment, then why did he come here?He doesn't seem to be doing much lately.

Pan Lin said gently: "Mr. Cheng is very angry this time because our grades made up a summer vacation and we didn't make any progress at all. So don't worry about it."

Ji Xiaohan shook his head, his tone was light but direct: "I don't blame the teacher, it's my fault."

As soon as Ji Xiaohan finished speaking, Pan Lin immediately showed a gratified expression.

Then, he asked Ji Xiaohan in a tentative tone: "Still, are you painting?"

Ji Xiaohan didn't speak, but nodded in acquiescence.

It wasn't the first time he was drawing in class, and he was bumped into by Pan Lin a few times, but every time Pan Lin smiled at him when he noticed something unusual and looked over, without saying anything.

The head teacher's tacit attitude made Ji Xiaohan relax, but later, considering the bad influence, he consciously curbed this behavior and seldom drew in class.

If it wasn't for the exam and the holiday this time, he would have less free time, and he wouldn't have occupied such a large amount of class time drawing.

Pan Lin walked to Ji Xiaohan's side, because Ji Xiaohan was taller, it was not easy to pat him on the shoulder, so Pan Lin had to raise his hand, patted Ji Xiaohan's arm, and said earnestly: "I know you are a very People with sense of proportion and ideas, it’s good to have a hobby, which can relieve the pressure of usual study.”

"However, I still hope that when you are in class later, try to give the teachers some face, and don't let them down. You also know that the students in our class are not easy to lead, they are not self-motivated, and the learning atmosphere is also bad. Do you think You are No.1 in the class, if you don't take the class seriously, the others must follow suit, right?"

Ji Xiaohan couldn't answer these words.

In his opinion, most of the students in the class are very motivated, and some people often come to him to ask questions, and even borrow his test paper homework to study how he solves the problems.

The reason for poor grades is just the result of low learning efficiency, lack of concentration, bad atmosphere in the class, weak foundation, and inability to absorb what the teacher said.

But in the eyes of teachers, the main reason is that students do not work hard.

Ji Xiaohan finally had no choice but to say: "I will pay attention."

Seeing that he agreed, Pan Lin smiled, and asked other questions gently.

"...By the way, you were punished with Yan Mo today? Did he trouble you again?"

Pan Lin's tone was very concerned, and Ji Xiaohan thought, maybe this is what Pan Lin wanted to ask. Pan Lin had been worried that the two of them would fight before, and had even talked to them separately.

Ji Xiaohan paused for a moment, and finally shook his head: "No."

Pan Lin looked at Ji Xiaohan, noticed his pause, seemed to understand something, then patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and said, "It's fine if he doesn't, if he bothers you, just tell me, I will educate you his."

Pan Lin was Yan Mo's little uncle, and he was not lying when he said he would educate Yan Mo. As long as he went home and told Yan Mo's father, Yan Mo would be punished.

At that time, once the pocket money is deducted and the living expenses are reduced, Yan Mo promises to be very good.

If it wasn't like this, Yan Mo would have been lawless in school, how could he stay in class 18 in peace.

Ji Xiaohan didn't know this, but he still appreciated Pan Lin's kindness, and he thanked him softly: "Thank you teacher."

"You don't need to be so polite." Pan Lin shook the ranking list in his hand, and said something serious: "Oh, I'm here because I have an important matter. You should write a speech for the opening ceremony during the few days of your vacation. Well, the grade director informed me just now that it was decided that you, as an outstanding student representative, will speak on stage at the opening ceremony of the third year of high school, so don’t forget to write it when you go back.”

Ji Xiaohan nodded to express that he remembered.

"It's all right, let's go, go to the classroom." Then, Pan Lin picked up the math test paper on the table, and followed Ji Xiaohan to the classroom.

The teacher's office was on the third floor, and the two went up the stairs.

As for the classroom on the fifth floor, Yan Mo returned to the classroom as soon as he was punished. He lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest.

Wang Yue, Deng Jian and Li Feng were next to him, playing with their mobile phones under the covers of their books. Seeing him sleeping again, they all looked at him strangely.

Wang Yue scratched his head and leaned over to ask curiously, "Boss, what have you been doing lately? Did you play games all night?"

"Why don't you bring us with you?!" Li Feng also came over.

Yan Mo turned his head sideways, raised his phoenix eyes slightly, gave Wang Yue a sideways glance, and said, "Playing games?"

This tone was not good, Wang Yue was stared at by him, and immediately changed the words consciously: "...Oh, no, it's not playing games. No, boss, I just wonder why you are sleepy during the day?" It has never been like this before, every day He is so lively that he can't wait to climb over the fence and go surfing in the fields outside.

"I've been dreaming a lot lately, I just didn't sleep well." Yan Mo said lazily.

As soon as he said this, the three of them gathered around.

Deng Jian opened her eyes wide: "Dream?"

Li Feng tilted his head: "What dream?"

Wang Yue said with a turbulent face, "Is it a spring dream? Is it with a beautiful girl?"

Yan Mo glanced at Wang Yue again, and said, "Put away your crooked thoughts."

Wang Yue was so cold by Yan Mo's cool tone, he shrank his neck, scratched his head lightly: "Oh." After "Oh", he whispered in his mouth: "...Isn't this a normal thought..."

Yan Mo ignored him, and said to the other two who turned their heads: "It's a strange dream, but I forget it when I wake up."

After Yan Mo finished speaking, he seemed to feel bored, and waved to them: "Forget it, let me sleep quietly for a while."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, covered his head with his hands to block the light, and continued to sleep.

However, just as the three of them quieted down and Yan Mo closed his eyes and was about to go to bed, the people in the last row of the fourth group next door suddenly muttered: "There is another hot post discussing Yan Mo and Ji Xiaohan on Tieba! Look!"

Yan Mo opened his eyes slightly again. Under Wang Yue's surprised gaze, he sat up, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and opened it to take a look.