He's playing first grade again

When returning to her seat from the aisle, Lin Jian glanced at the overall overview of the class.

The phenomenon of division of arts and sciences is very strange. It seems to draw a galaxy between boys and girls. The ninth class at the end is filled with 90% girls, and only a few boys can be seen in the back row.

Lin Jian has long hands and long legs. Even when he is sitting, his posture is still upright, and the table is empty. With this height, he can sweep over heads to the podium without any pressure.

This class is all self-correcting test papers.

Lin Jian stepped on the horizontal rail under the table, moved her body, and glanced at Gou Ze's test paper.

Gou Ze's self-esteem was quite strong, he glanced this way out of the corner of his eye, and immediately put his arms across the test paper, and moved towards the wall calmly.

Lin Jian grabbed one of his pens, knocked the cap of the pen "Kaba Kaba", and asked with a smile, "36 points, right?"

Gou Ze shook his head violently, his pupils shrank: "Did you see it?"

Knowing that he saw the result, Gou Ze didn't intend to hide it, so Lin Jian took out his test paper and said unhurriedly: "When Ning Xuan was grading your test paper, I happened to see it, take a look here, For the last question, your first step is correct, but do you know why you didn’t give it any points?”

Gou Ze was confused, "Why?"

Lin Jian tapped his test paper with a pen, and imitated Ning Xuan's tone solemnly: "You don't have a question number here."

Gou Ze read it over and over again.

"Tsk tsk," Lin Jian shook his head, and said sarcastic remarks at the side, "It's a pity to lose these four points. Tell me, if you add four more points, wouldn't you make up a full forty?"

Gou Ze's face turned red: "That's right, you just said that Ning Xuan approved the papers?"

"Ah."

Lin Jian played it lightly, and just after he finished replying, Liu Senping held a thermos and stared at him with piercing eyes.

"You two, it's you two, what are you talking about?"

Lin Jian propped his elbows on the table, twirling the pen carelessly between his fingers, "Mr. Liu, I don't have any test papers, and I'm discussing with him."

Liu Senping pulled his lips, "Discussion? You two discuss? Don't delay Gou Ze. There should be no test papers in my office. After class, you can go to Class [-] and ask Ning Xuan for one. See if there are any extra papers in their class. of."

"Okay, Teacher Liu." Lin Jian greeted.

Then he lowered his head and continued to ask Gou Ze: "Gouzi, is Ning Xuan the math class representative of their class?"

As soon as Ning Xuan was mentioned, there was a green light called jealousy in Gou Ze's eyes, "Yes, this grandson, last time he was the first in the mock test of science, I can't figure it out, he scored zero in English I can still be number one in science, and my mother even got 56 in the exam."

"Oh, 56 is still at the bottom of liberal arts, right?" Lin Jian was afraid that Gou Ze's heart wouldn't hurt enough, so he slowly made up for it.

Gou Ze clutched his chest: "Brother Jian, can you stop pricking my heart? Do you think I want to when I score 56? That kid is definitely cheating."

Lin Jian bent her back and propped her head on one hand, "If you are jealous, be jealous, don't slander others."

"Yeah, I'm jealous! It's enough for that guy to be both handsome and smart, but he's lucky, he has both!"

The more Gou Ze thought about it, the more angry he slammed the table, and everyone in the classroom looked back at him without knowing why.

Lin Jian glanced at him: "Goofy, can you be serious, so that everyone will think that I am beating you."

The more Gou Ze thought about it, the more angry he became, "Fuck, I'm going to settle accounts with that kid, four points don't count! How can he discriminate against poor students like this!"

"Are you going to find Ning Xuan?"

"Correct."

"Father will go with you." Lin Jian stretched out his arms, put them across his shoulders, and added, "Let you seek justice."

The get out of class bell just rang.

Lin Jian made an abrupt sound as the seat wiped the floor. He stood up, crossed his fingers and turned his wrist.

Gou Ze's heart skipped a beat when he heard the "squeak" of his joints.

This is Lin Jian's standard posture before making a move.

He quickly grabbed his arm: "Brother Jian, wait a minute, I said that I wanted to settle accounts with her, but didn't I really settle accounts with him, don't be impulsive..."

It's not that he doesn't know that Brother Jian has a bad temper, he is afraid that he will beat up the good students of the whole school on impulse.

Lin Jian kicked his table leg, and he raised his lips casually, "Dog, this is not like you, what are you talking about, brother Jian is right behind you?"

Lin Jian took off her school uniform, hung it on the back of the seat, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Are you going?"

Gou Ze didn't return, and when he came back to his senses, he only saw brother Jian's handsome back walking out leisurely.

Gou Ze hurriedly ran after him, "Brother, brother, I beg you, don't go, he is the student god of the whole school, the principal's darling, if you beat him up, you will become the public enemy of the whole school..."

Lin Jian's pace faltered, and he glanced at the empty hand in his hand: "Have you got the paper?"

"No, no, wait a minute." Gou Ze hurriedly ran back to pull up the paper and left.

The students in the front row who got together to discuss the problem all had stagnant expressions.

"Is Lin Jian going to beat someone up?"

"Yes," Gou Ze lowered his voice at the front desk, and said miraculously: "I just heard that they are going to trouble Xueshen."

"Ning Xuan?"

"Correct."

Not only the students in Class [-] thought this way, but the students in Class [-] thought that Lin Jian was here to beat someone up when they heard Gou Ze say that Lin Jian asked the math representative of their class to go out.

In the whole world, Lin Jian seems to be the only one who doesn't know.

Class three.

Ning Xuan was sitting by the window, he was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, his head was covered by his school uniform, and he was still in a sleepy state after being woken up.

He frowned lightly, Ning Xuan's skin was translucent, his forehead was stuck on the back of his hand for too long, and there were red spots.

He raised his head in confusion: "Who called me?"

The tablemate glanced away at the door, and said timidly, "Lin Jian."

"Who is Lin Jian?"

Ning Xuan was puzzled.

He went out coldly.

The third class is a heavy class, and the people here are all the elites listed on the red list. The time after class is very precious to them.

Ning Xuan was different, he was sleepy and rested most of the time after class.

When Gou Ze saw the God of Learning coming out, he put his hands behind his back in a panic, blocking the answer sheets and test papers behind him.

Ning Xuan rubbed his eyes, ignored the person standing against the wall, and looked at Gou Ze: "Are you Lin Jian?"

Gou Ze: "..."

Lin Jian: "..." Has this kid turned into a nerd?

"I'm."

"He is Lin Jian, brother Jian." Gou Ze hastily pushed the blame to Lin Jian.

Ning Xuan turned his body slightly and looked at Lin Jian: "What do you need from me?"

Lin Jian leaned against the wall in a nonchalant posture with his chest wrapped around his chest. He raised his chin, and when his eyes passed over his red neck, he suddenly smiled, and even raised his tone, "He, he is looking for You have something to do, why don't you show mercy and add the whole four points to him?"

Gou Ze, who was standing aside, clearly had a negotiating tone, but he just heard the taste of molesting a good woman.

Gou Ze hurriedly took out his test paper: "That's right, my step is right, take a look."

Ning Xuan is not short, but a little thin, with long hands and long legs. He has a deep outline, and there is a tear mole under the corner of his left eye.

This coldness is not as flamboyant as Lin Jian, with "Don't mess with me" written all over his body.

His coldness is like a marble statue, and there is an unbearable cold tone hidden in the texture of the white skin.

"That's right." Ning Xuan's voice was soft, and when he raised his eyes to look at Gou Ze, his eyes were indifferent, "But classmate, you didn't choose the question number."

"Brother Jian, Brother Jian..." Gou Ze cast his eyes on Lin Jian for help.

Lin Jian stared at the arteries in his neck and licked his lips slightly.

"Student Ning, can't we discuss it? These four points are very important to him."

"Not negotiable." The four words were light and fluffy, but there was a sound.

"Classmate, please help me." Lin Jian lazily stretched out his arms to stop him, then took out a red pen from his pocket, bit off the cap with his teeth, and stuffed it into Ning Xuan's palm.

There was a flamboyant smile at the end of his slightly narrowed eyes.

He didn't know why the state of classmate Ning Xuan in front of him made him inexplicably funny.

Lin Jian grabbed his wrist, pressed the test paper against the wall, pinched the back of his hand, and wrote a "+4" on the total score lightly.

After finishing writing, he handed the test paper to Gou Ze, "Okay, you can go back."

Gou Ze was in a daze, and walked back to the class with his head full of question marks.

Lin Jian wanted to ask for another test paper, but just as he was about to speak, he glanced at his flushed face. As long as this kind of white skin is red, it will be particularly eye-catching.

"Have a fever?" The back of his cool hand pressed Tie Ningxuan's forehead, and then to his own forehead, "It seems to be hotter than me, do you want to go to the infirmary? I'll take you, huh?"

Ning Xuan lowered his head, his ears and cheeks were red, and his breathing was a little short.

I didn't see him speak for a long time.

Lin Jian frowned, grabbed his wrist, and said solemnly, "Go, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Lin Jian felt that Ning Xuan was sick.

Because of his abnormal whiteness.

On the way downstairs, he also called Gou Ze: "Please ask me for a leave."

Gou Ze was confused: "What fake?"

"Just that Ning Xuan, I'll take him to the infirmary, and you ask old Liu Shun to talk to the head teacher of the third class."

On the other end of the phone, before Gou Ze could say "When were you so kind", Lin Jian cut off the phone.

"Can you catch your breath?" Lin Jian asked him worriedly. Fortunately, he could still walk. If he couldn't, he would just carry him downstairs.

Ning Xuan's breathing became more and more rapid, and his wrist was reddened by being grabbed, until Lin Jian dragged him downstairs, Ning Xuan broke free violently, his face was reddish, but he calmly said, "I, I'm fine."

"fine?"

Ning Xuan turned his head, very coldly: "Yes."

"Are you sure you're all right? Classmate Ning Xuan?"

"Ah."

"Where are you going?" Lin Jian looked in his direction and asked.

Ning Xuan: "Infirmary."

"Go to the infirmary if you're not sick, heh—" Lin Jian raised her lips, and followed him to the infirmary one after the other.

With Ning Xuan's face, even the people in the infirmary knew him.

After hearing his heart rate, the doctor frowned slightly: "The heart rate is too fast, and your face is pale. Classmate Ning Xuan, have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"

"Yeah." Ning Xuan answered lightly, seemingly unintentionally.

"Oh, it's the third year of high school, don't put too much pressure on yourself, you know?" the doctor explained.

Ning Xuan: "Yes."

Lin Jian stared at his calm and composed appearance, and could not see that he was under pressure at all.

Ning Xuan opened his lips: "Is there any disinfectant?"

"Why do you need disinfectant water?" Lin Jian felt puzzled.

Ning Xuan had no words.

He took the disinfectant to the bathroom.

Lin Jian leaned against the corner of the table and raised his eyebrows: "Doctor, does he...have an indescribable serious illness, such as a terminal illness?"

Because of that complexion, it is not normal to look pale, not to mention that he didn't participate in running exercises, and he was short of breath just now, almost out of breath, too much like a patient with that kind of asthma or myocardial infarction.

The doctor didn't know Lin Jian, so he smiled lightly: "Student, why do you speculate about your classmate so much?"

Lin Jian: "..."

He followed to the bathroom.

Ning Xuan prepared a certain proportion of disinfectant in an orderly manner, and put a pair of slender hands under the faucet, scrubbing them slowly, especially focusing on the wrists.

Lin Jian: "..." I really think I'm a good person!

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Ning Xuan: Huh?

Lin Jian: Nothing nothing.

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