He's playing first grade again

The next day.

Lin Jian got up late, with black silk pajamas hooked around his shoulders, and his collarbone was sharp and protruding. With one leg bent, he scratched the messy hair on the top of his head, and his gestures were filled with skinny decadence.

Lin Tiancheng received a call from Lin Jian's class teacher early in the morning. Although he was a little embarrassed about Lin Jian's self-study last night, he knew his son better. Broken cans and broken, don't worry about him.

And Wen Ling probably didn't provoke him because of his bad temper. In short, no one in the whole family woke him up.

Lin Jian was used to these things. He touched the phone, and an interactive message on the HELP platform popped up on the screen.

【Master, good morning [Sun]】

Lin Jian pursed her lips, slid her thumb over, threw the phone on the bed, and shuffled to wash up.

At around ten o'clock, Lin Jian went to school leisurely.

No. [-] middle school is used to running exercises between classes, especially for senior three students.You can still ask for leave if you are sick in the first and second grades of high school. In the third year of high school, this small bump will definitely not be a reason for you to refuse to run and do exercises.

Lin Jian came up from the other side of the stairs, turned around before returning to her classroom.

Fifty sets of desks and chairs in the classroom are neat and tidy, but he lives like the illegitimate child of this class, who can't see the light.

Thinking that he would occasionally rub other people's desks and chairs when he went back to school, Lin Jian frowned slightly, turned around, and knocked on the office door.

no respond.

He remembered that when he entered the office yesterday, there was a set of tables and chairs next to Liu Senping's desk.

Lin Jian pushed open the door without thinking.

All of a sudden, a line of sight fell on him.

Not hot, even extremely cold.

The other party just glanced lightly, before lowering his head and marking the paper in his hand solemnly.

The two barely communicated.

The other party was wearing a school uniform, with a section of white skin exposed at the neckline, and the fingers holding the pen were as casual as a piece of art decoration.

Lin Jian glanced twice subconsciously. The person who does not go to the office to approve papers on this point is probably a good student. Coupled with the still white skin behind the light, Lin Jian can conclude that he is a good student. Sick seedlings.

Ning hung his head, he sat upright, his eyes stayed on the test paper, and within 2 minutes, he scored the score lightly.

"Tsk tsk, 36 points."

Lin Jian glanced at it, and it was Gou Ze's test paper. Gou Ze's math test paper was full, and the connotation of a liberal arts student was vividly and exquisitely reflected in the math test paper.

Lin Jian approached, he bent down, his loose T-shirt was loose, and it was close to Ning Xuan's head.

Holding the test paper with two fingers, he pulled it out from the side, with a subdued smile in his voice, "Student, here is my friend's test paper, let me take a look."

Ning Xuan looked cold, and continued to grade the test papers.

He didn't want to move his mouth to speak at all.

Lin Jian pulled Teacher Liu's chair, sat next to him, took the test paper solemnly, dusted it, looked back and forth carefully at the test paper that Gou Ze had written so hard.

Gou Ze's handwriting has been practiced, and he writes very seriously.

Lin Jian was deeply moved by mathematics.

He will not!

Looking at the numbers one by one, he is familiar with each other, but he can't combine them together.

Gou Ze is also quite awesome, adding words in circles and circles, writing more students with better grades than him.

Lin Jian looked at the last optional question.

In the question number he chose to do, he selected ⑴ and crossed out ⑴ one by one. After choosing ⑵ and doing half of it, he couldn’t do it, and crossed out ⑵ hesitantly. On the question card given, the steps to do the question and the edge line of the answer are perfectly matched.

Lin Jian glanced at the last move of others, and suddenly found that Gou Zegeometric's first step proved to be correct.

He put the test paper in front of the classmate, and pointed, "Here, take a look, my brother got one step right, and you gave him zero."

Ning Xuan glanced lightly, put the answer sheet aside, and said in a lingling voice: "He didn't choose a question."

"Ok?"

Ning Xuan closed the cap of the pen, stood up and organized the test paper in an orderly manner, and then pressed it with the pen.

After tidying up all this, he took a serious look at Lin Jian.

"He didn't choose the question number." Ning Xuan reiterated.

"Student, this is not a normal exam. Do you know how important these two points are to a poor student?"

There was no one in the office, and his long legs were lying on the ground. The gap in the desk was a bit narrow, and Ning Xuan couldn't get out.

Ning Xuan narrowed his eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Lin Jian bent his lips. He had prominent features and was tall. He sat leaning against the edge of the table with his legs bent, his legs wide open, in a casual posture, especially the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which resembled a very A hooligan who made fun of the heroine in youth film and television dramas.

He fumbled in his pockets, wanting to smoke, only to realize that the cigarettes were confiscated last night, but there was a handful of melon seeds that Gou Ze's front row grabbed for him yesterday in his school uniform pocket.

"Don't do anything." Lin Jian opened her school uniform, narrowed her eyebrows and looked a little cynical, "Eat melon seeds, huh?"

Ning Xuan glanced at the melon seeds in his palm, frowned, "Get out of the way."

Lin Jian stared at his serious expression, smiled suddenly, and glanced down at her legs: "You step over?"

Ning Xuan narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.

The boy has a clear complexion, thin and cool single eyelids, and such things as temperament are inexplicable.

Lin Jian felt that the academic bully in front of him was too cold, with a deep temperament, and his every move was full of elegance and nobility.

Ning Xuan raised his leg lightly, and stepped over, Lin Jian somehow got a bad taste, and pushed his knee against his thigh, scaring the person in front of him to stagger, and sat directly on his lap.

Lin Jian's complexion changed, and he quickly grabbed his arm to hold him steady.

During the surging breath, he smelled the fragrance of the person opposite, which was very faint.

Lin Jian lowered his body, took his clothes, sniffed at his neck again, and raised his eyebrows: "What kind of incense is it? Agarwood?"

"Crack—" The door opened.

"What are you doing? Lin Jian, you are bullying again? Look clearly, this is in the office! Let go!"

Lin Jian frowned slightly, and let go of the clothes of the classmate in front of him. It's no wonder that Liu Senping misunderstood. His posture and his reputation for violent temper are indeed quite misleading.

Liu Senping asked Ning Xuan like a baby: "Student Ning Xuan, are you okay? Don't provoke him in the future."

Lin Jian withdrew his legs, heard the name, and bit it carefully: "Ning Xuan?"

Oh, it turned out to be the first in that grade.

A master of science who trampled Lin Xiu under his feet.

Qingjuan's young man glanced at him displeasedly, although he pretended to be calm, Lin Jian still saw his red earlobes, and smiled lightly, "I'm sorry, classmate Ning Xuan."

His tone was frivolous, and there was no trace of sincerity at all.

Ning Xuan ignored him, and reported in a very calm tone: "Mr. Liu, the test papers have been graded."

"Okay, you gave it to my class representative and let them correct it by themselves next class."

"Ah."

After Ning Xuan left, Liu Senping slapped the table angrily, "Lin Jian, what are you doing in the office?"

"Move the table." Lin Jian pointed at the table.

"Is it because you don't want to come back to study?"

The corners of Lin Jian's lips curved, "Mr. Liu, I've changed my mind now."

Lin Jian was already numb to the words of education, until he walked back to the classroom and put the set of desks and chairs in the last row, Gou Ze came over in a good mood, "Brother Jian, are you coming back to school?"

Before Lin Jian could speak, Liu Senping was standing on the podium with a vacuum flask shaking on the podium. He spoke uncommon Mandarin, with his hands behind his back, in the style of a veteran cadre, "Students, you are in the third year of high school. I know you have a heavy task. , But! Physical fitness cannot be compromised, school running is for your sake, everyone must understand this, and there is a new classmate coming back from our class, come on, Lin Jian, come up and introduce yourself."

Lin Jian didn't expect Liu Senping to take his perfunctory words to heart.

He tilted his head and licked his lips. Under the gaze of all the students, he lazily stepped onto the stage.

Liu Sen had a serious face, and he poked the desk twice, "Just tell me what kind of mentality you don't want to study, and let the students be vigilant."

Lin Jian stared at Liu Senping in amazement, what's the difference between this and him saying something sad to make everyone laugh?

Looking at his handsome and vigorous face, Liu Senping was even more emotional: "What do you think I am doing? I don't understand your mentality of not wanting to learn from others. Save time and talk about it quickly."

Lin Jian glanced at the NO.50 people in the classroom, all girls, only one or two looked up at him from time to time with their heads down while doing their homework, and the rest stared at his face, their hearts sprouting.

Lin Jian thought about his choice of words, licked his molars, and pointed to himself, "Let's put it this way, I, you all know me, I'm Lin Jian."

Sitting down, I heard a gasp, and a sound of exhalation.

"So handsome..." I don't know who exclaimed.

Liu Senping's eyes fell on the source of the voice, "Handsome? Can you eat handsomely? If you look at him every day, you can be admitted to university?"

The girl lowered her head, gritted her teeth and dared not speak.

"go on!"

"I don't want to read... It's a long story, probably when I was in the first year of high school, I got a headache when I read the book, and I was irritable when I listened to the class. Later..."

Liu Senping: "How long will it be?"

Lin Jian was stunned for a moment: "... two or three days."

Liu Senping swept across the students sitting below with a majestic expression, and said solemnly: "Listen clearly, as long as you have two or three days of irritability, it proves that you are very close to not wanting to study. Students, you must Pay attention to this problem, don't relax, listen..."

"Mr. Liu, can you let me finish?" Lin Jian was interrupted several times. He is in a very good mood today, and his temper has improved a lot.

Liu Senping let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "Okay, then tell me."

"I don't like studying, students, it's autumn outside, don't you think sitting in the classroom is very depressing? Depression makes people irritable, and the spirit..."

"Okay, okay." Seeing that he was going to abduct this group of good students if he continued speaking, Liu Senping quickly reined in, "Let's talk about your determination and confidence to change your past mistakes and look forward to the future..."

Lin Jian stared at Liu Senping in astonishment. He even made up the draft of his self-introduction.

It's like a review meeting.

Lin Jian racked his brains to think over and over again, and finally gave up, "I won't..."

"You won't? How did you tell me in the office just now, and how did you tell your classmates?"

Lin Jian: "..."

He coughed, and began to recall the promise he made in the office: "In the days to come, I will study hard and make things difficult for myself according to the standards of classmate Ning Xuan... Uh, no, I will demand myself according to the standards of classmate Ning Xuan, Xiang Ning Xuan Classmates are on par, keep your ears shut and only read sage books, of course, you can't learn from his zero score in English..."

"You're right, he's too serious about his partiality." Liu Senping frowned, worried.

"Teacher, I'm also partial to subjects." Lin Jian explained his question in advance, in exchange for Liu Senping's casual disdain, "What are you partial to? Don't you get an average of zero in all six subjects?"

Lin Jian: "..."

The author has something to say: Lin Jian: I promise, get closer to Ning Xuan until... the negative distance

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