After the Xueba character was exposed

The kitchen door was closed, and the heat wave came out from the crack of the door, rolling out a layer of fog in the living room. Zhang Wenbin stood by the bedroom window, smoking a cigarette facing the outside.

Jiang Zhao went to the supermarket to do some shopping, and this was what he saw when he came back.

He first saw the cold medicine on the table, glanced towards the kitchen, and then walked towards the bedroom.

"When did you come here?" Jiang Zhao sent a message while still in the living room, and put the things he bought on the dining table.

The kitchen door opened a crack when he heard the sound, Jiang Zhao just looked over, but before he could see anyone, the crack closed again quickly.

Zhang Wenbin turned around, flicked the ash into the trash can next to him, and said, "I haven't been here for long."

The soot floated in the air and was changed by the wind, and fell on the concrete floor next to the trash can. Jiang Zhao frowned, walked over and said, "The smoke is pinched."

"It's over soon." Zhang Wenbin took a puff of cigarette, pointed to the living room, and said with a smile, "Didn't you tell your little roommate that I'm coming?"

"I said it." Jiang Zhao said.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the kitchen, then turned back and asked, "What is he doing?"

"Cooking noodles?" Zhang Wenbin said, "Your roommate is quite shy. You can hide in the kitchen when you open the door for me. Am I that scary?"

Jiang Zhao didn't speak. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the desk. The screen of the mobile phone turned on automatically, and the center of the screen showed that someone had sent a message on WeChat.

Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment, unlocked his phone only to find that someone swiped his WeChat.

He clicked into the chat box, cleared the message, then quit, turned and walked to the kitchen.

When the kitchen door was opened, Jian Yao had just turned off the fire, and was wondering whether to take it out to eat or settle it here.

He turned around and saw Jiang Zhao's face that needed a beating, and walked over a few steps and pulled him inward.

Jian Yao approached Jiang Zhao and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you reply when I sent you a message?"

"I didn't look at my phone while I was carrying something." Jiang Zhao said, "Are you so cowardly? Why are you hiding here?"

"..." Jian Yao opened his mouth, stuck in his shell and didn't speak for a long time, finally gave Jiang Zhao a blank look, shook off his hand and said roughly, "I'll cook the noodles."

He went back and picked the pot twice with his chopsticks, then turned his head again: "Why do you still ask your uncle to bring me medicine? Does he know who I am? What did you tell him about me?"

Jian Yao had a series of bombardments, Jiang Zhao spent a few seconds thinking, and then said: "I talked about the co-renting."

This sentence summed it up precisely, and Jian Yao felt that all his problems were solved easily.

Weird.

"A few more words will kill you." Jian Yao picked up the pot, walked to Jiang Zhao's side and stopped, "Why did you tell your uncle about the shared rent?"

Jiang Zhaodao: "The landlord's grandson is in the same class as me, and we rent together."

Jian Yao: "..."

It's pretty good, and I've omitted a million details.

With Jiang Zhao present, Jian Yao gained a lot of confidence in an instant. He went to the living room and took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Wenbin: "Uncle, have you had breakfast yet?"

"Eat it, you eat yours." Zhang Wenbin raised his hand and bit the newly lit cigarette in his mouth, "Don't eat too much, Jiang Zhao please have hot pot at noon."

Jiang Zhao is so stingy and still treats him? ?

Jian Yao glanced at Jiang Zhao in surprise, only to find that the bag on the table was full of ingredients.

It seems that they want to make their own hot pot...Jiang Zhaonong?Use his culinary skills of cooking noodles?

Jian Yao was still running wild, while Jiang Zhao had already walked into the bedroom, and warned in a flat tone, "I'll tell my aunt again."

"You brat, I have the opportunity to smoke now." Zhang Wenbin cursed with a smile, but still pinched the cigarette.

After Jiang Zhao went in, he didn't come out again, and stood chatting with Zhang Wenbin by the window, while Jian Yao sat in the living room eating noodles, and couldn't hear the conversation inside clearly.

All I knew was that Zhang Wenbin no longer had the teasing tone before, and sounded a bit serious. Jiang Zhao answered one or two words most of the time, and occasionally spoke a few words.

Jian Yao guessed that they were talking about the conflict between Jiang Zhao's mother and Jiang Zhao last night.

He finished his noodles in silence, sat in the living room for a while, then stood up when there was no sound in the room and said, "Uncle, Jiang Zhao, I'll go out for a walk."

Jiang Zhao and Zhang Wenbin looked at him, Jiang Zhao's eyebrows were still full of hostility, completely different from his usual indifference, Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, forgetting what he was going to do next.

Zhang Wenbin laughed first, and said, "Okay, let's have hot pot together at noon."

"Okay, I'll go first." Jian Yao looked at Zhang Wenbin, smiled and waved, then turned and left.

Jian Yao usually doesn't have the habit of taking a walk after meals, but now it's early morning on weekends, and there are not many people on the street downstairs.

After the sun came out, the temperature rose again, as if yesterday's strong wind was fake, Jian Yao walked aimlessly, and soon a layer of sweat covered his forehead.

He took out the paper to wipe his sweat and his nose, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to take the medicine Zhang Wenbin bought for him, but it was not good to go back again.

Zhang Wenbin and Jiang Zhao deal with their family affairs, so it's better for him not to get involved.

Jian Yao walked around the street, checked the time, but after half an hour, he was not interested in walking again, so he went into a bookstore next to him.

This bookstore is not near the school. It mainly sells newspapers and magazines, and the learning materials only occupy a small section.

There were not many people in the store, and most of them were standing there with books, and the store manager was watching the small TV by himself, obviously too lazy to care.

Jian Yao found a math problem book, went to the corner and flipped through it. Jiang Zhao bought this book. He saw it when he was making the bed. He put it aside without flipping through it, and then forgot about it.

The derivatives covered in this booklet are things that have not been learned in school, and it is a bit difficult for Jian Yao to understand the previous basic questions.

As far as Jian Yao knew, the test books that Jiang Zhao threw on the crib were either finished or most of them were not ready to be done again.

... He also finished writing this book?

Jiang Zhao's way of doing the questions appeared in his mind, no matter in school or in the small shabby house, Jiang Zhao was always like that, like a ruthless machine for doing the questions.

But the look in his eyes when he talked with Zhang Wenbin just now seemed to be holding back something deliberately.

Jian Yao stared at a certain part of the book for a long time, but his mind was full of Jiang Zhao.

What kind of person is Jiang Zhao?

Jian Yao was looking at the questions while his mind was wandering. His learning speed was extremely slow. It took him a long time to turn a page. He was a little tired after standing for a long time, so he turned his lower body and leaned against the wall.

Finally drawing his attention back from Jiang Zhao, Jian Yao found a difficult question, and was frowning in thought, when a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"Jane Yao?"

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head to see Xu Qing standing beside him, looking at him in surprise.

He responded, closed the book and stood up straight.

"I thought it looked familiar when I was outside, but I didn't expect it to be you." Xu Qing said with a smile, then looked at the book in his hand, "Are you looking at derivatives? Is this what you will learn next semester?"

"Ah, um, just take a look." Jian Yao said and put the book aside casually, feeling even more uncomfortable with empty hands.

He found that Xu Qing was carrying a schoolbag, glanced at the floor, the sky, and the bookshelves, and asked, "Are you going to make up lessons?"

"No, I'm going to the library." Xu Qing said.

"……Oh."

He waited for Xu Qing to say that he would leave first, but he didn't wait for a long time. It was not until he was so embarrassed that he wanted to writhe, that Xu Qing finally opened his mouth.

"You have changed a lot since you sat with Jiang Zhao." Xu Qing said, "I was worried that Jiang Zhao sitting next to you would dampen your enthusiasm for learning, but I didn't expect it to really have a motivating effect. I see that you have become more serious in class recently. , The quality of homework has also improved, is the next monthly exam going to rise?"

Jian Yaoxin said that your observation is very meticulous, and said perfunctorily: "Probably, haha."

Xu Qing also smiled, and said, "However, I still suggest that you don't learn ahead of time, and make up for what you left behind."

"En." Jian Yao nodded in response.

"Want to go to the library together?" Xu Qing suddenly changed the subject and asked, "I remember your house is nearby, I can wait for you to go back and get your bag."

Jian Yao immediately stood at attention, waved his hands and said, "No, I won't go."

"There are seats in the library, you bring your homework, if you don't know it, I can still teach you."

"No need...thank you, I'll just go home and do my homework."

"Don't be afraid, the atmosphere in the library is very good, and it is very efficient to go there to do homework."

"...I'm not afraid, I..."

Xu Qing pressed her every step of the way, making Jian Yao at a loss what to do, wishing to shrink back to the other side of the wall.

He felt that Xu Qing was staring at him with piercing eyes, and he didn't dare to look at him at all, so he could only lower his head and say, "I won't go, I'm sorry."

He uncomfortably pressed the phone on and off repeatedly, tickling his heart crazily, begging Xu Qing not to insist on going to the library.

Xu Qing was still deliberating, when a chat box popped up in the center of Jian Yao's phone screen.

Jiang Zhao: Come back for dinner

Jian Yao quickly turned off the screen to avoid being seen by Xu Qing, finally raised his head, and said before Xu Qing said: "I'm going home for dinner."

"Alright then." Xu Qing said, "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Well, thank you."

"Then next time..."

"The family is urging me." Jian Yao pointed to the phone, and took a step sideways, "I'll go first, bye."

Jian Yao put down his words and ran away, wishing he could get out of the afterimage.

He ran all the way back to the small shabby house, still panting when he entered the door, the pot was already set out on the dining table, and there were several plates of food on the side, Zhang Wenbin was standing at the door of the kitchen when he heard the voice and looked back: "So fast, you first Sit down for a while, and wait for the pot to boil before you can cook something to eat."

Jian Yao nodded, walked to the table and sat down, watching Zhang Wenbin remotely guide Jiang Zhao in the kitchen.

"Your technique is wrong. The left hand should be like a claw, press the potato and cut it... Hey! Go a little further! It's too far away!"

Zhang Wenbin was standing at the door dancing, with a look of hating iron but not steel. Sitting outside like Mr. Jian Yao, he felt that he knew how to listen.

Until Zhang Wenbin went to the bedroom to answer the phone, Jiang Zhao was still fighting with Tudou.

Jian Yao couldn't stand it anymore, stood up and walked into the kitchen, looked at the potato bricks on the cutting board, clicked his tongue a few times, and stretched out his hand to him: "Let me do it."

He looked like a master, Jiang Zhao looked at him carefully for a long time, then slapped the knife on his hand with a sullen face.

The potato has been cut in half, and the smaller it is, the more difficult it is to cut it. Jian Yao squeezed Jiang Zhao away and stood in front of the cutting board. On the potato, with the edge of the knife aligned with it.

Jiang Zhao leaned against the wall with arms folded, waiting for Jian Yao's next wonderful performance.

Then in the next second, he saw Master Jian slipped his hand, and the potatoes escaped from the cutting board and flew towards him.

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