As a skilled bamboo horse, gradually change to attack

Jiang Zhou bit his pen and looked at the wrong questions on the paper according to the answers. The scenery outside the car window flashed by. The willow trees on the river bank sprouted new buds, and small green bags were densely hung on the hanging willow branches. You can feel the fragrance in the wind without opening the window.

"Young master, haven't you finished changing it yet? It will be here in a few minutes." The driver looked back from the rearview mirror with a smile, and Jiang Zhou's brows were almost knit together, which made him feel worried.

He rubbed his temples, crossed the answer with a red pen, and wrote the correct answer next to it. He didn't have time to think about why, and he just wanted to quickly check all the answers on the last page.

During these days, everyone in the family who came to the hospital would taunt him, watching him humming and holding study materials on the table next to the hospital bed, one by one either came to disturb him or gathered together to chat happily .

We all know that he has to finish writing a bunch of exercises before going back to school, but one by one is too much.

Even after his grandma was discharged from the hospital, he was chasing a lot of papers at home, not even daring to sleep, thinking that he felt guilty towards his brother, if he could not finish the homework prescribed by his brother, he would have no face to go back So I would rather finish it with dark circles under my eyes.

There is not much left, and he felt that the last point could be written in the car. Seeing that the time was still early, he thought he could squint for a while, but as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, it was already time for the first class , I was so frightened that I washed my face and rushed out.

"It's finished." He folded the last paper and put it in a paper bag. Every sheet of paper inside was covered with handwriting. No one dared to say that he didn't write seriously.He set up a mirror on the front seat of the car, and he used concealer to cover the dark circles under his eyes in the last minute, and he was finally able to relax.Looking at the slightly rusted Xiaobian, he stretched his waist and said happily, "Uncle, what do you think of my complexion?"

In order to look good and have complexion, Jiang Zhou specially dug out a bottle of concealer that was similar to his own skin tone from the fucking dressing room, thinking that it should not be too obvious, and Jiang Linan would not see him with two dark circles under his eyes.

The driver parked the car at the school gate, and the clock showed 9:10, and class was about to end, "You look so good, in fact, you shouldn't cover your eyes, just go with your dark circles on your face, and spit in front of Young Master Jiang." Tell me your pain, he will definitely love you, isn't that better?"

Suddenly, Jiang Zhou almost dropped the concealer bottle in his hand, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

When I walked into the school, the get out of class bell had already rang. I hadn't seen my brother for a while, and I didn't say hello before I came this time. I just wanted to give a surprise.The paper bag in his hand flicked and flicked, and even his mood fluctuated, but when he saw the crowd rushing to the playground, he suddenly became stupid, and the time was not right, during the exercise between classes, I'm afraid the classroom is empty.

He rushed back to the classroom in a hurry, but only grabbed Zuo Yang.

"Mr. Jiang, why do you want to come to class? I thought you didn't come this semester, and went directly to the college entrance examination?" Zuo Yang excitedly grabbed him and shook him, making him dizzy even more dizzy up.

"Stop, stop!" Jiang Zhou looked at the empty classroom, panting and asked, "Where is my brother? Did you go to the playground?"

Books were neatly stacked on Jiang Linan's desk, and the desk beside Jiang Zhou was clean. It hadn't been stained with a layer of dust after so long, and the books that should have been placed in the dormitory were also stuffed. Putting it into the pocket of the table, thinking that Jiang Linan knew he would come, so he moved it for him earlier and put it away.

"No! I'm handing in the manuscript at the radio station." Zuo Yang looked at the time, panicked, patted Jiang Zhou's shoulder, and hurried out, "I'm going to the playground! I won't talk to you Already!"

Fortunately, he didn't do exercises between classes, otherwise he would have to carry this bag of exercises to the playground. What he dislikes the most is doing those movements that are embarrassing at first glance, and he used to hide or hide when he could.

The draft blew over and opened a page of the book on the table. Jiang Zhou gently stroked Jiang Lin'an with his fingertips and wrote three words. The words were as cool and beautiful as the person.Jiang Zhoulin learned a lot of characters from him, but he learned the skin, but he couldn't learn the bones. He could write beautifully, but he couldn't learn the coolness that was about to come out.

He wrote three characters one stroke at a time before those three characters, "Jiang Zhou's", with a smug face, and he was fully prepared for the possible scolding in his heart.

Covering the book, he happily carried his "passport to meet boyfriend" and went to the broadcasting room, the wind was blowing under his feet, and there was an uncontrollable smile in his brows and eyes.

-"miss you."

Jiang Lin'an looked at the white frame on the phone, flipped it back and forth several times, and then put the phone back, deliberately not returning it.Xiaozhou would send a lot of vulgar love words every day, and this sentence mixed in there seemed a bit special. It was not because he didn't want him back, but because if he did, the next thing would be a bombardment. He replied one sentence, and he had to send ten sentences over there.

In the broadcasting room, a boy who is a head shorter than him is sorting out the handed-in manuscripts, and now he is graduating. After each class exercise, he has to read a lot of words about graduation blessings or encouragement, not just for the graduating class. Class manuscripts, more personal manuscripts, cryptic confessions, ridicule among friends, all kinds of things.

Some are too explicit to read, too long to read, and too stupid to read. With such a short time for exercises between classes every day, the screening of broadcast scripts is a very tedious task.

Today it was his turn to read the manuscript for Class Nine. This kind of work must be handed over to Jiang Lin'an. No one wanted to write this kind of thing except him, so Old Dai didn't even ask, and directly handed over the work to him.

In short, his handwriting was beautiful, and he didn't print it, so he just brought the handwritten manuscript over.There is not a single typo, and it seems to be printed neatly, which makes people feel refreshed.

The boy sighed, and took the paper with a tired body, "Hey, if everyone's manuscripts are as good-looking as yours, I feel like I'm going blind these days, just recognizing It takes me a long time to write their words, and it gives me a headache just thinking about it."

Jiang Linan glanced at the pile of manuscripts on the table, and it was quite difficult to tell them apart, "Just hand it over."

The boy hummed, as if he was rarely seen at such a close distance, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"I'll go back first if there's nothing else, you're busy."

"Ah!" The boy made a gesture to stop him, and scratched his hair in embarrassment. If you don't mind, can you help me?"

Very few people would actually stop him from helping, Jiang Linan was a little surprised, looking at the stacks of papers on the table, thinking that it would be a lot of work for someone to do it alone.

He nodded and said, "Okay, tell me how to do it."

The boy became happy and hurried over with a stack of papers.

The broadcasting room is small, and the table is even smaller. The two people are relatively close, and they will touch each other when flipping the paper.The boy should be in the first year of high school, he looks smaller, his bones are thinner, his school uniform is too big, and he wears it loosely. When Jiang Linan lowered his eyes, he could see his open neckline, his collarbone was similar to that of a small boat, and his neck It was so deep that he looked at it intentionally or unintentionally, until the boy accidentally touched his fingertips before retracting his gaze.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" The boy hurriedly apologized, his face blushing.

"It's okay," Jiang Linan said shallowly, "Just pick out a few that are suitable." Zhang put it next to him and said in comparison: "Looking at it this way, those words are even more unsightly."

He leaned closer to Jiang Lin'an again, and said in a low voice: "Well, my handwriting is not very good-looking, can I take this manuscript you wrote back to Lin Yilin..."

The door of the radio room was suddenly pushed open, and a cold voice came in, "Brother."

The boy trembled in fright, the paper in his hand fell off and fell to Jiang Linan's feet, he hurriedly wanted to check it, but Jiang Zhou preempted him, and handed it over coldly, "My brother's Handwriting is beautiful, but it’s not something you can learn at random, there are so many copybooks out there, if you don’t have money, I can buy them and give them to you.”

"No... no need." The boy stammered, pulled his clothes up a little under Jiang Zhou's gaze, lowered his head, his face was redder than the indicator light on the console, bit his lip, embarrassed He wanted to disappear in place, and looked extremely cramped in this already narrow broadcasting room, "Well, I still have something to do, I'll go out first, go out for a while."

Then he stumbled out with his head buried, making the place less crowded at last.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Linan looked at Xiaozhou who suddenly appeared in front of him, a little surprised.

Jiang Zhou put the heavy paper bag in his hand on the table with a bang, his face was not very good, and his tone was not very good, "I can't come back?"

Little Vinegar's jealousy came up again, Jiang Lin'an smiled in his heart, and raised his hand to caress his face, "How can you get jealous out of dark circles under your eyes."

Jiang Zhou, who wiped off the concealer as soon as he got out of the car, said angrily: "You don't know that the eye circles will turn black when you are jealous!"

"Now I know," Jiang Linan coaxed in a low voice, "Okay, let's finally meet, don't play your temper."

He flicked Jiang Zhou's forehead, and turned around to tidy up the manuscript on the table. He had just read a page when he was surrounded by someone from behind.Warm breath breathed in his ear, "You made me jealous as soon as we met, did you do it on purpose?"

Jiang Linan twisted, "School, don't do this."

"No one." Jiang Zhou took away the manuscript in his hand and pushed the paper bag over, "You arranged it, and I finished it seriously. Is there no reward?"

"Let's go back tonight and talk about it."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Then I'll go shopping after class at noon."

"What to buy?" Jiang Linan was puzzled.

"What do you say?"

Jiang Zhou nibbled on his pink earlobe, giving him goosebumps all over his body, raised his shoulders to push him, and whispered: "Don't even think about it, you can't do it now."

"When will it work?" Jiang Zhou refused to let go, seeing that he wanted to read those manuscripts again, he felt a little unhappy, "I waited for a long time to get out, why don't you take a look at it."

Jiang Lin'an had no choice but to rummage in the bag, and said perfunctorily, "I've finished reading it."

"...You!" Jiang Zhou refused, and turned around his waist, leaning against the edge of the table, leaning closer and said: "You are perfunctory, I worked so hard to finish writing it for you, you How can you perfunctory me?"

The narrow space made the atmosphere ambiguous, but this is a school after all, Jiang Lin'an didn't want to do anything too outrageous, so he pushed him away, "Don't get so close, can I go back to the classroom to see?"

"No," Jiang Zhou moved closer regardless, "I haven't seen you for so long, don't you miss me at all?"

"No!" Jiang Lin'an held his breath, and his eyes fell on Xiao Zhou's neck, only then did he realize that Xiao Zhou's collarbone was actually more beautiful, much more beautiful.There were footsteps outside, and people would come in every now and then. He was a little panicked, and said in a low voice: "Stop making trouble! If you want to make trouble, don't even look at the place. Can you stop making trouble as soon as you come back!"

"Want me to stop?" Jiang Zhou looked at him with greedy eyes, the tip of his tongue slid across his teeth, and with a smile, he pressed him firmly against the table, and the paper bag behind him fell on the console , where none of them could see, an indicator light changed from red to green.

"Then give me a kiss, and I won't bother you after a kiss."

As the gymnastics broadcast sounded loudly, no one on the playground made the first move. The female voice in the radio gymnastics covered the playground, but everyone could clearly hear the sentence sandwiched in it. Whether it was a student or a teacher, they all froze in place. Jiang Zhou's voice was the most distinctive. When the soft voice full of lust flowed out through the loudspeaker, Lao Dai's nerves were numb.

Even if no one has figured out who the voice is, then the voice behind it, brother, completely confirms his identity.

"For this operation, I will call Shang Shang directly!"

"I'm gone, I'm gone, I, Zhoubao, have gone back to school! Don't stop me, I'm going to the broadcasting room now!"

"No one stops you. If you are gone, I will be gone. I think Zhoubao will be gone."

"...Here, Mr. Jiang messed up things as soon as he came back, will he be fired?" Zuo Yang stiffly pulled Qiu Minglang over and looked back, only to see that Lao Dai's face was green, and the hand holding the teaching stick was faintly trembling.

Fortunately, the ensuing radio gymnastics was loud enough to drown out the slightly cacophony that followed.

When Lao Dai pushed open the door of the broadcasting room, the manuscripts inside were blown all over the floor with the wind, and there was no expected figure, only a frail little boy sitting in front of the console tremblingly turning his head .

In another corner, Jiang Linan managed to steal a piece of air, tightened his jaw, suppressed his voice, and said hoarsely: "I knew it, nothing good will happen when you come back, what should we do later?"

"What else can I do?" Jiang Zhou pecked lightly on his lips, and pressed his palm on the most flexible part of Jiang Linan's waist, "Break the jar, break it."

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