A Bunny Delinquent Should Hide His Tail

Ji Ze doesn't have that kind of affection for himself.

He treats himself the same as he treats Qin Jiang.

He just misunderstood it.

As if the eyelashes fell into his eyes, Shen Chu lowered his head and blinked a few times quickly.

He didn't know what state of mind he was in, and he was so nervous that his fingers holding the book trembled.

"Oh." Shen Chu put all the books into the table hole, and clenched his palms under the table, "That's good."

Afterwards, he took out the fountain pen from his trousers pocket, uncapped the pen and put his arms on the table, not knowing what he should do next.

"If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have paid attention to it," Ji Ze twirled the pen quickly on his fingertips, as if casually said, "It's a good thing I found it early, did it scare you?"

Shen Chu bowed his waist slightly, and randomly took out a book from the table hole just now: "No."

"I take care of you like a bunny, will you be angry?"

Ji Ze lowered his eyes slightly and stopped on the table.

The black pen is held in the palm of the hand, and the thumb and forefinger are pinching the bottom of the pen barrel, writing something on the paper.

It should be counting the questions.

Shen Chu suddenly felt that the matter was not as serious as he thought.

At least, Ji Ze didn't take it too seriously.

The wolf in charge can still be half-hearted in chatting with him.

"What is there to be angry about?"

Shen Chu learned from Ji Ze, and calmly turned over the first page of his summer homework, which was physics, his second most annoying subject besides mathematics.

"As shown in the picture, both ends of the metal rod MN... both ends... both ends..."

Shen Chu tried it, and found that Ji Ze was by his side, so he couldn't even read the title.

write shit.

Just when he was about to throw his pen and leave, Ji Ze suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him: "You didn't write?"

Shen Chu gave a random "hmm".

Ji Ze smiled: "I wrote it."

Shen Chu waited for him to continue speaking.

"But I gave Fang Heng my homework. If you want to copy it, you can ask him for it." Ji Ze looked back and turned the book.

Shen Chu didn't think about copying homework, or to put it another way, he didn't think about handing in homework at all.

He didn't even bother to copy the answers to these several summer assignments.

But since Ji Ze said so, he followed his words, and he found a reason to go back.

Shen Chu gave a "hmm", collected his homework, got up and left.

When the sound of Shen Chu's footsteps gradually disappeared outside the classroom, Ji Ze's grip on the pen finally loosened.

With a "click", the fountain pen fell on the table, "Gulu Gulu" rolled to the edge of the table, and was held down by Ji Ze with two fingers.

As if suddenly relaxed after being too tense, Ji Ze arched his back slightly, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The conversation just now had been rehearsed back and forth countless times in his mind, and every sentence was a line he designed after repeated consideration.

Not only that, Ji Ze even thought of the countless reactions after each sentence.

There is even the worst thing - Shen Chu can't listen to him at all.

Fortunately.

Ji Ze spread his sweaty palms and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

Fortunately, Shen Chu heard him finish everything, which was the smoothest situation.

It went so smoothly... Shen Chu believed it.

Ji Ze's eyes were sore and tears welled up.

Don't believe it, it's fake.

Just ask me a few words, and I can't hold it anymore.

If I can't hold it anymore, I want to beg you, let me stay by your side.

Because I'm just your most common classmate.

Ji Ze's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at the wide open back door of the classroom.

Shen Chu believed it, and then left.

He walked swiftly, without even turning his head.

It's okay to leave.

Ji Ze smiled self-deprecatingly.

Otherwise, he would always pretend to be calm.

Tired.

The next day, the struggling senior high school students officially "started school".

Hundreds of people faced the high temperature of more than 30 degrees and complained a lot.

"I'm going to report to the Education Bureau." Fatty Orange Cat wiped the sweat from his brow, "I won't let the cat live."

"I heard that someone has reported it," Little Sheep said weakly, "The Education Bureau and the school teachers are in the same group, it is useless at all."

"There is no law, no law!" Fatty the orange cat raised his head to the sky and screamed, "Is it impossible for No. [-] Middle School to cover the sky with one hand?!"

Fang Heng and Shen Chu watched silently, eating their own breakfast.

"Forget it, no one cares about the life and death of people in Class [-] like us." Orange Cat gave up.

"Class [-] isn't bad at all," said the little sheep, "Bai Fei and Ji Ze's life and death will still be taken care of."

Although Bai Fei's grades were not as top-notch as Ji Ze's, they were considered above average.

Hearing Ji Ze's name, Shen Chu paused while eating the cake.

"By the way, Brother Tiao, how are you and Bai Fei?" Orange Cat asked, "Fu Mingqing didn't block Bai Fei at the gate of our class last semester, so I heard that he has given up."

Shen Chu lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, listening intently to the gossip.

Fu Mingqing both asked Ji Ze to help take care of Bai Fei, and it seemed that he really gave up.

And last semester, Ji Ze also told him that Bai Fei liked Fang Heng, and Shen Chu really didn't expect his brother to succeed.

"It's nothing," Fang Heng said, "She's not interested in me."

Shen Chu tilted his head and looked at Fang Heng strangely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Heng also looked at Shen Chu strangely.

Shen Chu swallowed the pancake fruit in his mouth: "Is she not interested in you?"

Fang Heng nodded: "You may not believe it, but I think she is interested in dealing with Ming and Qing."

Before the orange cat could scream, the little sheep hiccupped in shock: "How is it possible? He, he is a leopard!"

"Why are you still engaging in species discrimination?"

Fang Heng was about to finish speaking when he suddenly remembered that there was another speciesist in their dormitory.

When Shen Chu heard what Fang Heng said just now, he knew that this big kangaroo was up to him.

The eyes of the two met, and the tacit understanding cultivated over the years allowed them to instantly understand what the other was thinking.

Fang Heng: Ze Ge Ze Ge Ze Ge...

Shen Chu: Dare to kill you.

In the next second, Fang Heng and Chen Chu bowed their heads at the same time, each eating their own food.

Stepping on the seven o'clock class bell, Shen Chu entered the classroom with dog-legged curses.

Ji Ze was holding a straw of soy milk, shaking his chair to recite words.

Shen Chu walked past him, thinking that it's a good thing he's not a rowdy person, otherwise Ji Ze's posture would have made him fall over a hundred or eighty times.

He pulled out his chair and sat down, and suddenly remembered that Meng Yushu had told him to find a little girl to take care of him in the future.

Ji Ze is so naughty, I don't know what kind of little girl can stand him.

"Morning." Ji Ze greeted him with a smile.

As if nothing happened, Shen Chu took out his English textbook and replied in a low voice, "Morning."

There was a buzzing sound of reading aloud, and Shen Chu casually opened the book, and what caught his eyes was a crooked line of lyrics - stay with me, the future is unknown.

This was translated by Ji Ze for him last semester.

Shen Chu's eyes stayed on it for a moment, and then he turned the page.

What are you being hypocritical about?

I don't know if the school is giving them a buffer period to approve the high school seniors.After more than a week of school, Shen Chu didn't feel how "dead" the "dead senior year" in the mouth of his classmates was.

That is to correct the final exam papers of the previous semester, and then preview the new lessons for the next semester.

Shen Chu waited for several math classes, and finally waited for the last class to explain the big derivative problem.

The teacher used a different method from him and got the same result.

Then you did the right thing!

Shen Chu didn't understand very well.

But he didn't want to ask Ji Ze, let alone the teacher.

Big Rabbit buried his head in the textbooks piled up in front of the desk, and calculated the questions in the way the teacher said.

Then, he calculated it again in his own way.

It was clearly Ji Ze who gave him the idea, why didn't he give him any points?

Ji Ze's finger suddenly touched Shen Chu's test paper: "You did the right thing."

Shen Chu raised his head in surprise, and looked at his deskmate.

Ji Ze put his test paper in the middle of the table: "You and I used the same method."

Shen Chu looked at the familiar formulas on Jize's test paper, and a string of small red ticks following the formulas.

He seemed to understand something.

In some papers, each row and column has a formula, which will be corrected step by step according to the steps.

But in some papers, even the cross is drawn very perfunctorily.

Probably the marking teacher did not expect that in the examination room with the bottom of the grade, there would be someone who would solve the last big question.

Shen Chu pressed his draft paper full of steps under the paper, as if a hole had been opened in his heart, full of disappointment.

He was clearly doing this very seriously.

"110 four." Ji Ze suddenly reported a number.

Shen Chu looked up slightly, but didn't understand what it meant.

"Here, add 23," Ji Ze imitated the red pen to make a circle in front of the question number of Shen Chu's test paper, "You got 110 and [-] points in the math test."

Shen Chu looked at Ji Ze's slender fingers and froze in place.

"I've made great progress." Ji Ze lowered his eyelashes, his gaze was gentle, "I'm serious."

The author has something to say: Ji Ze: I know all about your efforts.

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