As a skilled bamboo horse, gradually change to attack

Today is sunny and sunny.

The warm wind blew obliquely, and the water dripping from the sheets fell to the floor.

Jiang Lin'an touched the school uniform that had been hanging out for several days, frowned, pulled a section aside heavily, and complained in a low voice: "Whose sheets are hanging out here again!"

Jiang Zhou rushed under the school uniform and said together indignantly, "Yes! I was going to be dry soon! I got wet again!" He put one hand on Jiang Linan's shoulder, and sighed regretfully, "It seems I can only wear my brother's clothes again."

When the new school uniform was brought back, he first refused to wear it because he said it hadn't been washed. Afterwards, the clothes had been drying for several days. Jiang Lin'an felt that even drying the quilt would dry them out, but these two school uniforms couldn't be done.

He glanced at the flowered bed sheet again, thinking that it had such a wide space, but it must be drying beside the school uniform he washed, which was inexplicable.

I didn't think about it any more, so I had to lend my school uniform to Xiaozhou to wear, hoping to dry those two school uniforms today.

"Huh? Why did my sheets get here?"

After Jiang Lin'an left, a little boy came to the drying place with a basin in his arms, "It's so strange that I'm drying on the side."

Jiang Zhou walked slowly. After hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but secretly smiled. Fortunately, his brother left early just now. If he heard this sentence, he might think what he would think.

After tossing around for a while in the morning, there should not be enough time to sit and eat in the cafeteria. Jiang Zhou said he would not eat, but Jiang Linan was worried about his stomach, so he insisted on packing some for him and taking it to the classroom.

Eating is not allowed in the classroom, but Jiang Zhou didn't care about it at all. He blatantly put breakfast on the table, and sometimes took a biscuit and stuffed it into Jiang Linan's mouth.

The young master has the fun of the young master. Jiang Linan is too lazy to take care of these trivial matters, as long as he is happy.

The first class was Chinese. According to the gossip, everyone in the class was listless when the grades were due today. The thought of facing their true level again made them lose their energy.

An unpleasant preparatory bell rang, and the figure of Lao Dai appeared at the door of the classroom on time. He slapped the door frame with a teaching stick and cursed loudly: "Cheer up! It's like shit! I don't know how to work hard!"

The whole class wailed for a while, and the gossip was indeed accurate. Lao Dai threw a dozen papers on the podium with his hands in his hand, and yelled for someone to hand out the papers.

"Jiang Zhou!" Old Dai's sharp eyes, even though Jiang Zhou had quickly hidden the breakfast under the table, he still found something, and walked over angrily, "Still eating! Come to the office for me after class You are not here to dawdle when you are transferred to our school, correct your attitude! Learn more from your front desk!"

Jiang Zhou hummed obediently, pressed Jiang Linan's shoulder, nodded and said, "I learn from my brother every day! My brother is my role model!"

"Don't just know how to play tricks! With your attitude towards the exam, if you don't write a word, even if I step on the machine-readable card with my foot, I can get two points!"

"Alright Mr. Dai, next time I will step on it!"

Hearing this, Zuo Yang almost spit out the water he just drank. He gave a thumbs up and made a gesture behind him, and said to Jiang Lin'an, "Brother An, I think Xiaozhou's logic is perfect."

Jiang Lin'an felt that Old Dai was miserable, and the young master was not easy to deal with. It was basically impossible for him to study hard.

But in the end, he still underestimated Lao Dai. It was not for nothing that he had been in school for so many years.

Lao Dai pondered for a while, put his teaching stick on the table, and raised his eyebrows like an old hooligan, "Xiaozhou, you know I adjusted the seat, right?"

Jiang Zhou also nodded in a daze.

Old Dai knocked on the table, "I think you can sit with whoever you sit with, should you sit here, or" he glanced at Zuo Yang, "sit here."

Turning his gaze to the back row again, "It's better to sit in the corner farthest from someone, but it depends on your luck."

Everyone knows who this so-and-so is, Qiu Minglang smiled secretly: "Old Dai, you are still taller!"

Lao Dai proudly raised his head and said, "Student Xiaozhou, how are you doing? Do you want to consider changing seats for the next big exam?"

Jiang Zhou's complexion suddenly changed, and the hand holding Jiang Lin'an became softer, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are abusing your private power!"

"Hey!" Lao Dai said triumphantly, "I'm just going to abuse my private power! You can think about it yourself!" After speaking, he stepped onto the podium and yelled at the person who handed out the papers to hurry up.

Jiang Zhou leaned on the chair decadently, looked at Jiang Linan's back, and looked at the zero-score Chinese test paper sent to his desk. He didn't even bother to write for the multiple-choice questions. He flung himself on the table, pulled Jiang Linan's clothes and said in an aggrieved way, "Brother! What should I do!"

Jiang Linan moved forward suddenly, freed the clothes, turned his head and said indifferently: "It's okay, you can play as usual, the last row is actually quite fun."

"I think so too." Zuo Yang gloated and added, "Whatever you want!"

Jiang Zhou glared at him viciously, took out a pen and began to read the paper, feeling agitated for a while, thinking that Lao Dai on the podium was like a devil, hateful and noisy, but he had no choice, since he really wanted to use this method to force He, then he has no choice but to study hard and teach everyone what a genius is!

But when a genius writes dictation questions, he won't turn the book to find the answer.

"Show me all, how many people in this class have written perfect marks silently! Raise your hand if you get perfect marks!"

Four or five hands were raised sparsely in the classroom.

"I'm in my third year of high school! I can't even write from memory! Why don't you all take the college entrance examination, moving bricks on the construction site is the best for you! Copy all the wrong questions for me 10 times! Hand them in tomorrow!"

Qiu Minglang was the first to howl, and he made two mistakes in three dictation, he shouted and couldn't finish copying, Lao Dai glanced over, he shut his mouth obediently, and immediately pretended to be crying and took out his notebook to copy.

"Should I copy it too?" Jiang Zhou opened the three chapters and felt his hands aching.

"Of course you have to copy it." Qiu Minglang said to him with a bitter face: "According to Lao Dai's urine, if you don't finish copying, you will have to double it tomorrow."

"Put down your pens! It's time for class!" Lao Dai yelled again, and the whole class became even more dissatisfied, but no one could do anything but accept fate, "Also! In these two days, all those who don't get full marks will arrive. Go to the representative of the Chinese class and memorize these three articles, and if you can't memorize them, you will have to copy them!"

A misstep became eternal hatred, Qiu Minglang beat his chest and stamped his feet at this moment, hating only himself for not reciting the book properly.

The representative of the Chinese class raised his hand and said, "Old Dai, I can't handle so many people."

Lao Dai thought for a while, and indeed, he swept around the classroom, "That's how it is," he waved his teaching stick, "You will memorize the two columns on the left, and the two columns on the right will be memorized by Brother An. "

For Old Dai, Jiang Lin'an was always moving where there was a shortage of people. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was busy, so Old Dai made arrangements without even asking.

There are also thirty people in the two columns, and it will be lively after class.

Those who thought they were ready surrounded Jiang Lin'an tightly, stuttering and reciting books, making a lot of noise like a sack of sparrows.For the first time, Jiang Lin'an wanted to tell Lao Dai that he was quitting. It would be fine if these people really knew how to recite. The key is that none of them recited very smoothly, and the surroundings were still noisy, so it was impossible to hear what they were recited.

One person memorized half of it, but couldn't say a word, Jiang Linan squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and waved at him, signaling to let him recite it proficiently before coming back.

The man propped himself on Jiang Lin'an's table and begged sincerely: "Brother An! Please! Give me another chance!"

His hand happened to be next to Jiang Linan's, and he was about to touch it, but his body was still low, as if he was about to jump on him.

Jiang Lin'an buried his head, didn't pay attention to these, and said mercilessly, "Next."

"Let's go! Let me do it! Brother An, I'm so fluent, it won't take you a few minutes!" Another person squeezed over, this one was even more exaggerated, he couldn't do it after reciting a few words, and gave Jiang Lin'an a look , Blowing a rainbow fart wildly, saying that if he goes down, he must recite it seriously, how about letting him pass this time.

Of course not, Jiang Linan knocked on the table and said in a deep voice: "If you don't know anything well, go down and memorize it, don't waste my time."

Those people didn't want to leave yet, and Jiang Zhou behind him had been dissatisfied for a long time. He originally thought that he would be sitting behind Jiang Linan, and he could recite it anytime, so it didn't hurt to let these people do it first, but now.

He looked at the people around him, and the more he watched, the more unhappy he became. Originally, he could pester his brother to talk after class, or follow him to the toilet and buy some snacks.

He thought to himself, how could these people cling to his brother like this?What does it mean to come here to join in the fun without memorizing the books? The more he thought about it, the more he felt that these people's purpose was impure. Maybe they didn't come to memorize any books at all, but just took the opportunity to talk to brother Come to make my brother familiar.

More and more ideas.

"Brother An, here I come again!"

Hearing this sentence, he really couldn't bear it any longer, put down his pen, pulled out the book and stretched it out in front of Jiang Linan, "Brother, I want to recite it too."

People around joked and reprimanded: "Boss Jiang, you can recite it anytime, let us finish it first."

Jiang Linan himself was quite tired, and he felt a little uncomfortable when the young master put it on his shoulders. He patted the back of the young master's hand, and said softly, "Sit back, and I will take care of you later."

He said that you are not you, and Jiang Zhou felt unhappy all of a sudden. Brother, does this mean that he and Zuoyang Qiu Minglang are in the same status, and there is no special treatment in the slightest.

He suppressed his emotions, twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the crowd and said, "Brother, you are too busy, let me help you."

"What are you helping me with?"

"I'll listen to them recite it for you, and then I'll recite it here with my brother, so the speed is faster, okay?"

Jiang Lin'an didn't really like to spend time on these meaningless things. After thinking about it for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."

So he said to the people behind: "Go to Xiaozhou to carry it."

The people in the back couldn't wait more, they crowded the back and crushed Qiu Minglang who was sitting outside, and kept yelling: "Why don't we change the boat!"

In order to let these people leave quickly, Jiang Zhou gritted his teeth and decided to change temporarily.

He listened casually to the stuttering voices of reciting, but he never took his eyes off Jiang Linan's for a moment, for fear that another blind person would bump into his brother.

"It's been a long time since the teacher's way has not been passed on, and it is difficult to want others to be without confusion! The ancient sage... the sage..."

"Okay, you're done memorizing, next one," Jiang Zhou said.

"Ah? Is this over?" the man asked in surprise.

Jiang Zhou looked at him and said in a low voice, "Yes! Be quiet! Don't let my brother hear you!"

The man hurriedly lowered his voice, with a look of joy on his face, "I love you, Mr. Jiang!!"

"Don't love me! Go! Next!"

It doesn't matter how the quality is, the main thing is the quantity, and we have to keep these people away from his brother quickly, Jiang Zhou squeezed his hands tightly.

My brother is mine, and no one can get close to him easily.