sugar for you is super sweet

Lin Zongjie finally saw a trace of human fireworks in that guy Han Lin. It turns out that our school committee is also an ordinary person who wakes up early and gets sleepy, eats breakfast while rushing to school, and has to pinch some people into the classroom.

After handing in the homework, Lin Zongjie didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Lin Zongjie watched Han Lin sitting next to him, sucking on the cup of soy milk, like a bottomless pit, biting the straw for 2 minutes and couldn't finish it. That fist-sized cup can be finished with just two sips.

The way this kid chews slowly is really annoying to watch.

Little bitch.

"Hey..." Lin Zongjie transferred his dissatisfaction with Han Rin to Song Cheng. His leg stretched out from under the table of the Education Committee and kicked Song Cheng's bench, cursing in a bad tone, "Give me a box of the milk you hid, sir, I'm hungry after seeing you eating."

"Don't swear." Han Lin gave Lin Zongjie a sideways look.

Lin Zongjie was taken aback for a moment, and then retorted dissatisfiedly, "You don't care what I say? What's wrong? The class rules or the school rules wrote that no swearing is allowed?"

Don't say it, I really wrote it.

Han Lin silently took out a copy of "Code of Daily Behavior for Middle School Students" from his desk, he searched for the page he needed, and replied in a standard Mandarin broadcast accent, "The tenth Order the No.40 four points of routine in the school, pay attention to civilized manners, do not fight and swear, do not sit on tables, podiums, window sills, and do not step on chairs."

Lin Zongjie, "..."

Han Lin said, "You just made two mistakes, swearing and stepping on chairs."

Song Cheng silently handed out his own milk box, "President, drink some milk to calm down."

If Lin Zongjie had a weird temper, Lin Zongjie felt that no one was worthy of using the word 'weird' in front of Han Lin.

After all, that guy is, really, a very special and extremely weird existence.

He is like an emotionless robot, a book killer with no emotions.

Always have a calm appearance, well-behaved, quiet, do not fight or curse, even if you swing your fist in front of someone's face, you will not lift your eyelids, this feeling is like picking up a stone When I went to beat cotton, I couldn't put my hands on it, but my heart was even more depressed.

Lin Zongjie took the milk carton handed over by Song Cheng indignantly, and completed a whole set of processes of removing the straw, inserting the straw and biting the straw in a very brutal way that was close to execution.

As if he had vented all his dissatisfaction with Han Lin on Milk, Lin Zongjie's eyes were wide open, and he sucked 'gululu' as if he had never eaten in eight lifetimes after drinking milk. It's like sticking a long sentence like "I knew you would be upset if I did this, but I want to do this. If you have the ability, see you in the little black alley after school" on your forehead.

Han Lin did look back at him, but there was no special expression, and he didn't say anything particularly dissatisfied. He just glanced at Lin Zongjie as if he was mentally retarded, and then spit out two Words come.

He said, "Childish."

Lin Zongjie was almost choked to death by a sip of milk, coughing for almost 10 minutes before barely stopping.

His face was flushed red, and his chest was hurting for a while.

As usual, Han Lin took homework from all the students in the class and sent it to the teacher's office, and then returned with Lin Zongjie's homework alone.

As soon as he sat down, he spread out the test paper. After finding a red pen and marking all the crosses in less than 3 minutes, he neatly folded the test paper and put it back on Lin Zongjie's desk.

Lin Zongjie was not in his seat, so he must have run away again. Han Lin didn't pay much attention to the other party's whereabouts, but just continued to study the questions.

The learning atmosphere in Class Nine has always been very good. Even Song Cheng, who is like Song Cheng, who misses class all day long and gossips about all kinds of news after class, has always completed the tasks assigned by the teacher on time and according to the amount, and can also pass the mock exam every time. Stable and maintain the top [-] grades in the whole grade.

Forehead………………

It should be said that there are only forty students in the ninth class, Han Lin is the first in ten thousand years, and the others, except Song Cheng, are all in the top [-] in age, and Song Cheng is the last one.

Before transferring to another school, Lin Zongjie had heard of the name of Class [-] of Provincial Heavy Industry. All the top students in this school were contracted by this class. As soon as he came to Songcheng, he recognized him as the eldest brother, and said very generously, "The throne of the last one will be given to you."

Lin Zongjie didn't care either. After all, he regarded the test scores like dung. Since they gave it generously, he naturally had no choice but to accept it generously.

After the run, I played a game of basketball with my friends from the sports team. As usual, I slept late on the seat in the evening self-study. After waking up, the classroom was empty, and Han Lin had already left. Lin Zongjie looked at the empty seat and left. God for a while.

He didn't wait for me?

This was the first thought that came to Lin Zongjie's mind.

Maybe it's because of the sense of superiority that came from "blocking" the school committee's way home by "violently blocking" the past few times. Not happy.

Like being abandoned.

Since I changed seats with him so generously, he just left?

In a bad mood, I took my schoolbag and wanted to leave, but when I picked up the bag, I found out why it was so heavy?

Lin Zongjie casually flipped through the contents of the schoolbag, and found that there were books, papers, pens, and sticky notes inside.

Pink sticky note.

This little bitch......

'Today's homework has been completely corrected. According to the rules of Class [-], all wrong questions have to be redone. The newly assigned homework requires me to write it directly on your test paper and homework book. Please continue to complete the homework and hand in the homework on time. Habit, I don’t have time to listen to you reciting the pipa today. I will come to the classroom early tomorrow. You don’t seem to like drinking milk. There is still some money left from the taxi fare last time. Let’s bring you some breakfast tomorrow. I wish you a sweet dream. Good night. '

Redo all the wrong questions again, isn't this what it means to ask him to rewrite it directly?

Still reciting the pipa, I will carry your sister's back.

But it's okay to bring a breakfast. It's quite delicious to see Han Lin drinking soy milk in the morning.

Originally, the note had been crumpled into a ball, trying to throw it into the trash can with a parabola, but just as he raised his arm, Lin Zongjie put it down again, unfolded the ball of paper and read it again, thinking to himself, "This guy wrote it in handwriting. It’s pretty pretty, forget it, keep it.”

So President Lin, carrying a large bag of homework packed by the school committee, went out happily and took a taxi home.

"Why did you only do multiple-choice questions?"

Han Lin is still a very reliable buddy. He said he would come early the next day, and he entered the classroom 5 minutes early. As soon as he sat down, he brought the buns and soy milk he bought to Lin Zongjie, and then took them. The other party's homework, before he had time to take out the red pen, he began to frown and complain.

"I can only do multiple-choice questions." Lin Zongjie answered confidently, leaning his back on the seat, and eating a bun could make him feel like a hooligan.

"Let's recite the pipa first." Pulling off the cap of the pen, Han Lin frantically crossed Lin Zongjie's test paper again at a very fast speed.

"…………"

"Recite, the first sentence, the Xunyang River sees off the guests at night, and the maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn."

After waiting for a few seconds, Han Lin raised his head to look at Lin Zongjie when he saw the silence on his left.

"I..." Lin Zongjie seemed a little guilty, saw his red cross full of test papers in a panic, and immediately shouted to change the subject, "You are too much, you can't even look at it." Draw so many crosses for me? You are…………… You…………… You are maliciously retaliating, and it probably stimulated my enthusiasm for studying hard.”

"You made a mistake in writing, and it's not right for me to cross?"

"Why do you say I was wrong? Have you read it? Since you sat down until now, I haven't swallowed a mouthful of buns, and you've filled three test papers with forks. You..."

"Just look at ABCD."

"Just look at ABCD, so don't you remember the correct answer?"

"I can remember."

"Can you remember? Why do you remember? Where's your answer? Let me see it?"

"I am the correct answer."

Han Rin = correct answer.

Fortunately, the steamed stuffed bun had already been swallowed, otherwise Lin Zongjie thought he would have to choke on it again.

When Han Lin walked out of the classroom with the collected homework in his arms, Song Cheng secretly turned his head and said, "President, he is really the correct answer for walking, trust him."

"I didn't say I didn't believe him..."

"Then why are you arguing with him here?"

"I'm not..." Isn't it embarrassing to say that I can't recite 'Pipa Xing'?Ma De, the dignified Lin Zongjie will feel that one day he will not be able to hold his head up in front of others because of his poor grades.

Song Cheng watched as Lin Zongjie finished eating the steamed buns and drinking the soy milk, then threw the garbage into the small garbage bag hanging by Han Lin's desk confidently, then clapped his hands and took out the Chinese textbook from the desk pocket, opened it I left the page of Pipa Xing.

"Fuck, it's two pages so big." Lin Zongjie flipped through it casually, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Oh, no, why didn't he give my homework to the teacher?"

"President, you just wrote a few multiple-choice questions and handed them in. This version of the paper with the red cross, except for the patient people from our school committee who are willing to take a look for you, how can anyone else touch your blank paper? ?”

You must know that the Xueba class also pays attention to metaphysics. It’s okay to hang up with Conan. Eat grilled sausage and eggs in the morning of the exam. Don’t get too close to the scumbags so as not to offend the gods. Don’t touch the test papers with zero scores, so as not to get stuck Unlucky, there are still such exquisiteness.

Lin Zongjie stretched his arms, and on a rare occasion, he helped Han Lin take out the garbage in his small garbage bag and throw it away when he went to the training.

It is not uncommon for Lin Zongjie to have seen so many people at the same table since he was a child, male and female, and all kinds of Lin Zongjie, but this is the first time he has met a "wonderful" like Han Lin.

At noon, I received a call from my buddy from the former No. [-] Middle School, saying that he would be passing by at noon, so I asked him to go out to have a meal together. I wanted to refuse, after all, I haven’t finished memorizing "Pipa Xing" yet. , but after thinking about it, I said it again.

I can carry the fucking pipa on my back, grass.

At noon, we were at a Chinese restaurant 500 meters away from the school gate. As soon as Lin Zongjie opened the door and entered, he saw the four Fuwas 'red, yellow, blue and green' waiting for him, smoking cigarettes on the left and the right white tiger.

"Brother Zongjie." He Linchuan saw him first, took off the cigarette dangling from his mouth with his fingers, and after exhaling a round smoke ring, he waved his hand to indicate where he was.

None of these four guys wear school uniforms. Lin Zongjie has restrained himself a little since he entered the province. After all, the school has to check the student ID card every day when he enters and exits. Let alone wearing other clothes, your hair and fingernails are a little longer Son, their security department can give you 'hairdressing' and 'nail art' directly on the spot

When Lin Zongjie sat alone in a group of "organizations" that looked like "black clubs" in a heavy-duty school uniform, he felt very uncomfortable.

Su Lin lit a cigarette for him without any hassle. Before Lin Zongjie could say no to smoking, he saw a pair of slender hands like jade shoots and fingers as white as scallions swaying in front of his eyes, and the cigarette was still in his mouth. He was picked up by someone.

"The code for middle school students clearly stipulates that middle school students cannot smoke. One of the reasons is that when cigarettes are burned, they release a variety of toxic and carcinogenic substances. Do you know what is the substance with a mass ratio of elements of 3:4?"

"…………"

Together with Lin Zongjie, "Red, Yellow, Blue and Green" a total of five Olympic Fuwas turned their heads in unison.