After the Xueba character was exposed

Jiang Zhao's voice passed through the crowd, leading more than 50 eyes to Jian Yao's side.

Jian Yao was leaning against the wall, leaning on the table with his arms, turning his pen rhythmically.

Before he could take back the smile just now, Jian Yao squinted his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an arc, accepting the more than 50 gazes with pleasure, looking elegant and easy-going.

Then he cursed in his heart: Fuck me.

He had a premonition that something bad was going on, and as expected, the students around were whispering to each other, and the discussion did not avoid suspicion, and someone even shouted at him from across the aisle: "Jian Yao, it's love!"

"..." Your sister's love!

"Okay, okay, everyone is just getting excited at this time." Zhao Jin said something disgusting, then looked at Jian Yao and said, "Jian Yao, Jiang Zhao called your name, if you want to stand up."

Zhou Xuanyi turned around and slapped Jian Yao's table wildly: "Hurry up, tell me you're willing."

"...he will order you later, if you don't tell me, you will be finished." Jian Yao pointed at Xuanyi next week, and stood up while supporting the table.

He has never felt that the classroom aisle is so long, countless eyes are looking at him, everyone passing by is smiling, he feels like a monkey in a zoo now.

It can only be said that children in this age group have rich imagination and execution ability. When Jian Yao walked to the podium, even nonsense such as "the empress is here" came out.

Jian Yao was so embarrassed that his toes were scratching the floor, he huddled behind the desk and pretended to be disconnected, with a polite and elegant smile that seemed to say "not me".

Jiang Zhao was the second to call Zhou Xuanyi, that idiot really stood up and yelled "I do", which caused the whole class to laugh at him, and then he bounced up to the podium under the eyes of everyone, Jane Yao can't wait to write a certificate to present him with an award.

The queen was already there, so Zhou Xuanyi became a noble concubine, and Zhao Jin didn't bother to care about it anymore, so he let the students mess around and asked Jiang Zhao to quickly choose the remaining three.

Jiang Zhao was only acquainted with Zhou Xuanyi and Jian Yao in the class, and some of the others couldn't even pronounce their names. He silently looked around the class, and then said: "The rest are whatever you want."

"Then I'll let the latter choose first." Zhao Jin said, looking at the time, 10 minutes had passed after such a commotion, and he quickly jumped to the next one, "Liu Jiayi, you pick five."

It’s not so interesting to play the same joke repeatedly. When it came to Liu Jiayi, only a few people shouted, “Choose your queen quickly.” Someone else urged him to hurry up impatiently.

Compared with Jiang Zhao, Liu Jiayi was much more realistic. He picked the ones with good grades, and the worst one also passed the mark.Later, the selection speed was much faster, and the podium quickly became unavailable. Zhao Jin asked the selected team members to return to their seats, and wrote down the names of each team leader and team members on the blackboard.

After all the students in the class were assigned, Zhao Jin asked the team leader to record the monthly test scores of the team members, calculate the average score and hand it over to him.

Jiang Zhao's remaining three team members are the three sitting on the other side of the aisle. Together with Zhou Xuanyi, they are known as the fifth class F4. When other candidates were selecting team members, they said they were unwilling all the way, and finally entered Jiang Zhao's team smoothly.

The highest score in F4 is even Zhou Xuanyi's 516 points, and Jian Yao's 702 points, and Jian Yao's [-] points are exploited by them. The first group has the lowest average score without any surprise.

So during the big class break after the class meeting, Jian Yao rolled the desk and chair from the back door to the front door.

Going out of the front door is the head teacher's office, and opposite is the department teacher's office. If you are not careful, you will be invited to drink tea.

Not only that, the projector is on this side, and the land in front of Jian Yao is the teacher's favorite place to stand.

"How much was my score in the monthly exam last time?" Jian Yao propped his head and looked outside for a while, then suddenly pointed to himself and asked.

Jiang Zhao glanced at him and said, "Four hundred and two."

"...fuck." Jian Yao lay down on the table, tugging at his hair depressingly.

Too much effort and too low a test.

Jian Yao pulled his hair for a long time, and said, "Why don't I cross the line next time and let's move back."

Li Jiao doesn't care about him now, and it seems that he doesn't need to keep his score so low.

Jiang Zhaodao: "Then you probably have to take the exam normally."

Jian Yao: "?"

Jiang Zhao took out a piece of paper and threw it to Jian Yao, which recorded the results of the six people in their group.

The scores of the other three: 427, 469, 470.

Jian Yao: "..."

Who can move this.

Jian Yao threw the paper back and didn't speak again.

In the past, he would also have the idea of ​​doing better in the exam, but it was just a flash, and it was still the same when the exam really came.Saying this now is also true.

He did this not only to stay away from Li Jiao's control, but also to feel the inexplicable pleasure in his heart every time he saw Li Jiao be furious because of Song Yang's grades.

The son you have worked so hard to raise is not even an iota of mine, and I won't give you any credit for my excellence.

The idea is a bit twisted, but exciting.

Half of September has passed unknowingly, the sky has been groggy for the past two days, and finally it started to rain that night, and it lasted all night.

The climate in City C is unpredictable. After the autumn rain, the temperature dropped sharply, and even the wind was chilly. It seemed that winter was just a step away, and it was a bit exaggerated to even wear a thin jacket.

The rain stopped early on Saturday morning, but the wind was still blowing violently, Jian Yao's face turned pale when he arrived at school.

He desperately didn't add any more clothes. He still had short sleeves and a school jacket, and he stubbornly rolled up his trousers.

There were people coming in and out of the front door all the time, so it had to be kept open, so Jian Yao blew the cold wind all morning, and finally sneezed twice after lunch break at noon.

"Is there any paper?" Jian Yao asked with a nasal voice, sucking his clogged nose.

Jiang Zhao took a pack of papers and threw it to him, and glanced at his legs huddled under the bench: "You don't have so much trouble if you put your trousers down."

"What does my legs have to do with my nose being blocked?" Jian Yao took out a new sheet of paper, unfolded it and said, "This is the case with changing seasons, it will be fine in two days."

Jian Yao resolutely defended his trousers, and asked Jiang Zhao for two packs of paper all afternoon. His nose was red from wiping, and finally put down his dignity in the last class, and put down his trousers.

The trousers at school have no shape at all, straight up and down, Jian Yao has always felt that wearing straight legs looks like a cylinder, and at least half shorter, but now forced by life, he has to give up his demeanor in order to keep warm.

After finally getting through school, he sneezed twice, and his nose miraculously cleared.

Jian Yao is a typical type of scar that heals and forgets the pain. When he opened his nose, he forgot the discomfort in the morning, and immediately rolled up his trousers again.

His school uniform was wide open, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, as if it was still summer, he picked up his schoolbag and stood at the door to urge Jiang Zhao to hurry up.

The flashback time lasted a bit short this time, Jian Yao's nose was blocked again as soon as he walked out of the school gate, and this time, the aftermath of the blockage made him dizzy, and his eyes were dazzled when he climbed to the fifth floor.

He would never admit that he was really sick, and lay down on the small bed when he entered the room, ready to sleep first as a respect.

This sleep was restless, and I had several dreams in a row. Later, I heard Jiang Zhao talking in a daze. Jian Yao squinted to see who Jiang Zhao was talking on the phone, holding a practice book in his hand. book, eyes down, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Jiang Zhao's voice was very low, and it sounded hypnotic in a drowsy state. Jian Yao couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, but he only remembered seeing Jiang Zhao stand up suddenly before falling asleep, glanced at him, turned and went out.

Waking up again was woken up by the harsh sound of the retractable door. Jian Yao was exhausted from sleep, lay motionless on the bed, half-closed his eyes and saw Jiang Zhao coming in from outside.

With a bag in his hand, Jiang Zhao walked to him, bent down and put it on the floor, then took off his wet coat and went to get a clean one.

Jian Yao propped his neck and glanced at the bag. There was a bowl of porridge lying in it. He remained in this position for a few seconds, then picked up the bag and lay down on the bed to eat honestly.

"Thank you." Jian Yao said, and found that his voice was hoarse. He drank two mouthfuls of porridge to moisten his throat before continuing to ask, "What do you eat?"

Jiang Zhao said, "I've already eaten."

Jian Yao let out an "oh", and it was rare for him to bury his head in the porridge quietly.

In the morning, he vowed that he would never get sick, but now he is paralyzed here like a corpse, Jian Yao feels ashamed and is too embarrassed to speak.

Jiang Zhao sat at the desk and read the questions with a pen, but he didn't write for a long time.

The rain outside the window was pattering, hitting the window and making a sound, making the room even quieter.

Jian Yao ate the porridge carefully, holding the bowl and slowly pouring it into his mouth, for fear of accidentally making a sound.

Jiang Zhao said suddenly, "My mother just came."

"...?"

Jian Yao almost spilled the porridge and coughed from choking.

"I didn't come up, but I said a few words to me downstairs." Jiang Zhao said, "The chat was not very pleasant. My uncle should come tomorrow."

Jian Yao was still coughing, and he didn't think about what Jiang Zhao said. His focus was on Jiang Zhao's mother coming, and he didn't know why he felt terrified.

Although he had never met Jiang Zhao's mother, he subconsciously felt that she was a terrifying person.

Jian Yao didn't say a word for a long time, this choking didn't know where it touched a nerve, he coughed until he blushed and his neck was thick and didn't stop, when he finally stopped, he was too tired to say anything, put down the porridge Lie dead on the bed again.

His nose was still blocked, and he would make a sound after taking two breaths, but he didn't bother to care about embarrassment anymore.

"There is no pharmacy nearby." Jiang Zhao paused, looked at him and continued, "Tomorrow..."

"It's okay." Jian Yao interrupted Jiang Zhao with the last stubbornness. He was dizzy, hugging the pillow, buried his head in the pillow, and said in a low voice, "Just sleep and it will be fine."

After saying this, he lost consciousness and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next day, the rain stopped, and the sun even came out. The sunlight squeezed in through the cracks in the curtains, and carved a line on Jian Yao's side face. Jian Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, he squinted his eyes and turned over, slowly waking up.

His nose was still a little stuffy, but his head was no longer dizzy, and Jian Yao got up after lying down for a while to wash up, and sent Jiang Zhao a message with his mobile phone on the way.

Y: What about people? ?

Now Beijing time is 09:30, which is not the time for morning jogging, but Jiang Zhao doesn't know where he is running.

After Jian Yao finished washing, the man still didn't like him.

Y: Crooked?

Y: Don't bring me breakfast

Jian Yao took two pieces of paper to wipe his nose, and after sending the message, he went to the kitchen to boil water, ready to cook noodles.

Just when the water was half boiled, there was a sudden knock on the door. Jian Yao went to open the door. Just about to laugh at Jiang Zhao for not bringing the key, he found a stranger standing outside the door.

The man looked quite young, but he was obviously an adult in his attire. Jian Yao looked at him in a daze for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered what Jiang Zhao said last night.

"You are... Uncle Jiang Zhao?"

"Yes." Zhang Wenbin glanced in through the gap of the retractable door, "Jiang Zhao isn't here, is he?"

"Ah, yes, I haven't returned yet." Jian Yao hurriedly found the key to help Zhang Wenbin open the door, then went to the kitchen and turned off the fire.

He froze in the kitchen, and looked out again. Zhang Wenbin had already walked to the bedroom, and was looking around with nothing to do.

Looking at the messy little bed and the schoolbags spread out beside the bed, Jian Yao felt suffocated for a while.

How can he explain this? ? ?

He took out his mobile phone and continued to bombard Jiang Zhao's WeChat, but Jiang Zhao still ignored him.

Y: What about you? What about you?

Y: How did you tell your uncle about me? ?

While typing anxiously, Zhang Wenbin suddenly let out a "Hey", Jian Yao hurriedly turned his head, and saw that he had walked to the door of the kitchen at some point.

Jian Yao smiled stiffly: "What's wrong, Uncle?"

Zhang Wenbin took out a box from his pocket and put it on the table in the living room: "Jiang Zhao told me that you had a cold and asked me to buy medicine. I put it here for you."

The author has something to say: Well, the third update is still being written, and it will be posted when it is finished