After the Xueba character was exposed

Jiang Zhao didn't walk fast, Jian Yao saw him after a few steps and followed him silently.

The crescent moon hung peacefully in the night sky, and the teenagers walked one after the other under the hazy moonlight. The bright incandescent light cast two slender shadows on them.

Someone turned out from the intersection on the other side, still holding the book in his hand, glanced in their direction inadvertently, was stunned for a moment, turned around and walked towards the dormitory building in the opposite direction to them.

Jian Yao noticed that those eyes were looking at him, and then he felt uncomfortable on his face.

Even when you yawn and shed tears, the circles of your eyes will turn red, not to mention crying for so long just now, and crying...very hard.

Jian Yao guessed that his eyes were also swollen terribly now.

"Hello." Jian Yao lowered his head and shouted, his voice was also hoarse.

The footsteps of the person in front did not change, Jian Yao cleared his throat, raised his head, "Jiang Zhao."

Jiang Zhao stopped when he heard the sound, and looked back.

Jian Yao avoided Jiang Zhao's gaze, lowered his head again, sucked his nose, raised his hand to wipe the dry tears on his cheeks: "Is there any paper?"

He saw Jiang Zhao fumbled in the pocket of his school uniform for a while, and then took out a pack of tissues that had not been opened for him.

"Thank you." Jian Yao took it, took out a tissue to wipe his face, Jiang Zhao turned around and continued walking forward.

After wiping off the snot and tears on his face, Jian Yao's image managed to regain his image, but his eyes were still swollen, a circle smaller than usual, but it was not obvious in the middle of the night.

Jian Yao chased after Jiang Zhao and walked side by side with him, held up the paper bag and waved it in front of his eyes twice, then stuffed it into his school uniform pocket on his own initiative.

The two walked out of the school without a word.

There wasn't even a passing car on the road, and it was so quiet that one could even hear footsteps. The two walked a distance of two street lights, and when they were approaching the third, Jian Yao finally couldn't help it.

"Why are you still at school so late?" Jian Yao asked.

There was still a bit of nasality in his voice, but it wasn't noticeable.

"Self-study." Jiang Zhao said.

"Oh." Jian Yao stared at the square bricks on the ground, suddenly realized something, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Do you study at school every day?"

This can be regarded as his relatively close contact with Jiang Zhao. Jiang Zhao is half a head taller than him, and his eyes only reach Jiang Zhao's straight nose.

He had been doing questions on the Internet before, and he didn't care where Jiang Zhao was, subconsciously thinking that he was staying at home all the time.

"No." Jiang Zhao paused after finishing speaking, then glanced at Jian Yao, "Just today."

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Jian Yao felt that the meaning of this glance was a bit unclear.

What a coincidence?It just so happened that I was doing self-study at school today, and it just so happened that I returned to class to put books at this time, just so...

Why did he feel like Jiang Zhao did it on purpose.

After Jiang Zhao said this, he looked away and continued to walk forward. Jian Yao was stunned for two seconds, and then followed.

Regardless of whether he did it on purpose or not, the most urgent thing is to let today's matter remain dusty.

"Let's discuss something." Jian Yao raised his arm and pressed Jiang Zhao's shoulder, leaning his body slightly, stopping his pace.

Jiang Zhao tilted his head, looking at the arm on his shoulder with disgust in his eyes.

Jian Yao ignored the man's eyes, shook his arms and continued, "Can you do it?"

"……what."

Jian Yao: "Just pretend you didn't see what happened in the classroom just now."

Jiang Zhao: "Oh."

Jian Yao: "..."

Well... It's fine to type badly on the Internet, but I'm also badly typed when I speak.

Jian Yao resisted the urge to greet him with a fist, and when he saw the self-service vending machine with lights on not far away, he stood up straight and pointed: "Go, please drink water."

In fact, if you want to invite at this time, you should invite the more expensive ones, which seems to be popular, but the nearby milk tea shop and drink shop have long closed, so Jian Yao can only buy the most expensive one from the vending machine.

He bought two bottles of latte drinks, handed over one, and unscrewed the other to drink first.

Jiang Zhao held the bottle cap and lifted the drink bottle in the air, and suddenly asked, "Use this to bribe me?"

……

Buy a ghost.

Jian Yao almost choked on his drink.

He suddenly stretched out his hand towards the drink in Jiang Zhao's hand: "Don't give it back!"

Jiang Zhao raised his arm, with his forearm up to avoid Jian Yao's pounced claws, and stuffed the drink into the side of the schoolbag with his backhand.

"Aren't you going to drink?" Jian Yao asked.

"Drinking coffee in the middle of the night, can you fall asleep at night?"

Jiang Zhao's eyes looked like he was looking at an idiot. Jian Yao was definitely not happy about it, and he drank half a bottle in one gulp: "I can fall asleep after drinking Red Bull before going to bed. Besides, it's only 10:30 now, what a fart to sleep."

Jiang Zhao gave him a mentally handicapped look, picked up his schoolbag and left.

Jian Yao rolled his eyes behind him, and chased after him again.

There is an intersection at the third street light. Jiang Zhao lives in a small shabby house and turns left at the intersection. Jian Yao's community is on the opposite side of the road, and the two walk in opposite directions.

Jian Yao wanted to try to slow down, but Jiang Zhao didn't notice it, he walked as he wanted, he had no choice but to follow.

He doesn't really want to go home right now.Don't even know if it's his home or not.

"You live here?" Jiang Zhao's cold voice suddenly sounded.

Jian Yao came back to his senses, the surrounding scene was very familiar, several six-story buildings crowded together, the light was all accumulated by the street lamps outside the wall and the lights in the windows of each house, in front of him was a narrow stairway, inside It was pitch black.

This is the downstairs of the small broken house where Jiang Zhao is currently living.

Why did he go out of his way, so he came here with Jiang Zhao.

"No, I live in the Cherry Blossom Community." Jian Yao answered honestly.

He looked at Jiang Zhao's eyes with unclear meaning in the dark, and felt a little embarrassed.

The Cherry Blossom Community is thousands of miles away. He should have said goodbye to Jiang Zhao when he was at the intersection, but now he ran here with him.

Jian Yao clenched his hands into fists, pressed his lips and coughed dryly twice, pointed to his eyes and said, "My eyes are not swollen, and I will definitely be asked when I go back, so what... let me sit at your house for a while."

Jiang Zhao didn't speak, just looked at Jian Yao like this, Jian Yao was embarrassed for just a few seconds, wishing he could find a hole to get in.

Can the reaction be quicker, please or not, hurry up and say it!

Jian Yao was so embarrassed that he wanted to scratch someone, Jiang Zhao finally made some movement, he lowered his eyes and went towards the stairs.

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao's back that was drifting away, classified his reaction as acquiescence, and followed him into the building.

This is the first time Jian Yao has entered this building since the beginning of school. He used to come in as the host, but now he has become a guest.

It feels a little subtle.

He remembered the conversation he had with Jiang Zhao on the subway today, and various questions popped up again.

What did Jiang Zhao mean by that?

What is that name that resembles him?

Although he hasn't been here for a while, Jian Yao is still very familiar with this place. After entering the building, he stomped his feet a few times, making a few bang bang bang bangs, and the building was completely dark.

A question mark appeared above his head, and there were a few more bangs, but it was still pitch black.

A row of question marks appeared on Jian Yao's head, and the edge suddenly lit up, and Jiang Zhao turned on the flashlight.

"The light on the first floor is broken." Jiang Zhao explained.

"……Oh."

Jiang Zhao stopped after walking a few steps, turned around and said, "You are quite familiar with this place."

They even know that the sensor lights in the building are voice-activated.

Jian Yao: "...My family uses voice control, I'm used to it."

Jiang Zhao: "Oh."

Jian Yao: "..."

He looked at Jiang Zhao who was going upstairs, and really wanted to kick his ass.

This area is full of old houses, and the corridors are also old and out of shape. The narrow ones can only pass one person at a time, and they are steep.

There are two checkpoints on the door of the small broken house. The first is a retractable door, tied with an iron chain, and there is a wooden door inside.The two walked to the fifth floor, and Jian Yao stood by and watched Jiang Zhao unlock the lock.

The chains collided and made a harsh sound. Jian Yao looked at the big iron lock on the chain and knew that it was not the one he used before.

Jiang Zhao has already changed the lock.

The retractable door was probably rusted, and it made a sharp crackling sound when it was pulled open, which brought Jian Yao back to his thoughts.

Jian Yao watched Jiang Zhao open the wooden door inside, and followed him in.

The furnishings in the room have not changed, but they are more lively. There are a few pairs of shoes on the small shoe rack, there are more kettles and water cups on the dining table in the living room, and the bedroom has a new look.

The biggest room in this house is the bedroom, with a big bed in the middle and a small bed by the window. At first, Jian Yao and grandma discussed one bed for one person, but now the small bed has been used to pile up sundries. All kinds of books are piled up to the brim.

Jiang Zhao was obviously too lazy to greet Jian Yao, and walked into the bedroom on his own. Jian Yao stood alone at the door and acted as a doorkeeper for a while. He wanted to find a pair of shoes to change, but found that there were no slippers on the shoe rack.

Even if there is no floor on the ground, you have to change your shoes when you go home!

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao who had already stepped into the bedroom wearing sneakers, and suspected that she hadn't mopped the floor since she moved here.

Looking around and seeing no broom, he figured the man probably hadn't even swept.

After Jian Yao's reasonable analysis, he walked in with disgust.

It took a few steps to walk through the living room, so he followed into the bedroom.

Someone enters the bedroom as if they were in their own home, without the slightest sense of being a guest, closes the door and walks towards the window, yelling, "Air conditioner, air conditioner, turn on the air conditioner."

"..." Jiang Zhao stood by the desk and turned his head to look over. Jian Yao had already closed all the windows deftly, and was turning his head to look for the remote control of the air conditioner.

Jiang Zhao silently picked up the remote control next to the pillow and stuffed it into the drawer: "Take off your clothes when it's hot."

Jian Yao stared dumbfounded at the remote control being turned off: "It's hot even if you take it off, aren't you hot?"

Jiang Zhao: "Not hot."

Jian Yao took off his jacket, grabbed the collar and fanned the wind for a while, but he became even more dry: "I'm hot, brother, don't you use the air conditioner to sleep at night?"

Are you afraid of heat stroke?

"Open the window when it's hot." Jiang Zhao also took off his school uniform and jacket as he spoke, opened the bench and sat down, and continued, "Turn on the air conditioner after taking a shower to save electricity."

Jian Yao: "..."

OK, your family has the final say.

A local tyrant who casually dumped his four thousand five thousand and five rents, how could he save such a small amount of electricity bills?

This is not the same idea as his grandma.

Jian Yao opened the window to the maximum. The place where he stayed was on a high floor, and the wind was blowing quite comfortably. He stretched his head outside, waited for the sweat on his forehead to evaporate before retracting it, and turned around to change into a back-to-back posture.

Jiang Zhao had already started writing questions with a pen. Jian Yao looked at it for a while and said, "Where is your charger? Lend me to charge it for a while."

"The bed over there." Jiang Zhao pointed at the small bed with his chin.

Jian Yao saw the thread hanging at the foot of the bed, walked over to pick it up, the other end of the thread was plugged into the socket, he directly plugged in his mobile phone and put it on the bed.

When he got up, he glanced at the familiar paper beside him, and fixed his eyes there.

This is... the competition paper he left here?

Only he can write the wild and unruly words.

Jian Yao picked up the first paper and looked at it. He felt disgusted. When he was doing this paper, he hadn't received a warning from the Chinese teacher to start practicing calligraphy. Now he looked at it again and realized that the calligraphy was really ugly.

He squinted his eyes to look at the test paper like an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone, and retreated tactically, preparing to put the test paper back.

Then I saw the big characters at the beginning of the picture below.

Name: Jian Yao

"..."

……Hold?

Jian Yao stopped bending over, turned his head abruptly, and Jiang Zhao was still writing the question without changing his face.

Jian Yao was dumbfounded again.

It is impossible for Jiang Zhao not to have seen such an eye-catching name, so what is the vest that he has been carefully interchanging these days?

He took good care of the vest for half a month, but it fell off at the very beginning? ? ?

Jian Yao felt suffocated.

The most suffocating thing is that Jiang Zhao is still acting with him when he is so serious about entering the play.

What is he plotting? ? ?

Jian Yao thought of the chat between the two on the subway today, and instantly understood it.

The tablemate didn't take the exam, the name was similar to him, and he just happened to run into each other after studying at school and then went back to class, all of them were scams.

Jian Yao closed his eyes, pulled out the paper from the ground, walked to Jiang Zhao, and slapped it in front of his eyes: "You knew it from the beginning, and then you deliberately played with me??"

Jiang Zhao stopped writing, looked at the paper and asked calmly, "Know what?"

It's a pity not to win an Oscar for this acting!

Jian Yao resisted the urge to knock Jiang Zhao's head, and pointed to the name on the paper: "Tell me what this is?"

He saw Jiang Zhao look at his finger very seriously, and then read out the name seriously.

Jiang Zhao: "Jian Guangzhai."

"..." Jian Guangdi, your uncle!