After the Xueba character was exposed

March 9 28:21

Jian Yao has never been home so early.

Jiang Zhao stared at the message for a while before typing.

Jiang Zhao: The white peach ones are gone, I bought the grape ones

After sending the message, he put down his phone, went to the refrigerator with his shopping bag, took out cans of powder and put them in the refrigerator.

This person has to be picky about the taste of wine. He likes white peach the most, and he drinks the least grape.

Sure enough, when Jiang Zhao finished drinking and got up, he saw the screen of his phone light up, and he replied a message.

Y:? ? ?

Y: Is white peach and grape the same tao? ? ?

Y: I will kill you when I go to school tomorrow

The image of someone typing while blowing hair automatically appeared in Jiang Zhao's head, and he couldn't help laughing at the screen.

Jiang Zhao: Why is it so early today?

Y: What early?

Jiang Zhao: go home

Y: Not the same as before

Jiang Zhao poured a glass of water in the living room and walked into the bedroom, glanced at the traces of being laid on the bed, then walked to the desk and sat down.

Across a mobile phone screen, some details that are not usually noticeable will be infinitely magnified, because they cannot be seen or touched, and the information displayed on the screen can only be used to infer the speaker's thoughts, which will inevitably be mixed with one's own subjective feelings.

Jian Yao seems to be the same as usual, but Jiang Zhao can feel his strangeness.

For example, if you ask him a question and choose to pretend to be stupid, such as "typing" for tens of seconds before sending a sentence, it is very perfunctory.

The most abnormal thing is that I ran back home at this time.

Jian Yao was quite normal before he went downstairs, what happened when he was buying wine?

Jiang Zhao looked at the screen and was silent for a long time. It took a long time before he clicked on the input box and typed with one hand while drinking water.

Jiang Zhao: Are you home?

Y: It’s been half a day

Jiang Zhao: What to write tonight

This message was sent and disappeared, and no new reply was received until the water was finished. Jiang Zhao locked the phone and put it on the table, holding the Chinese paper he just wrote and read the wrong question.

Chinese is indeed his weak point. Unlike English, although they are all long-winded articles, English only needs to grasp the key points, while Chinese requires in-depth understanding and details.

Narratives are more interesting, but he doesn't have the patience to read articles like explanatory texts.

Jiang Zhao reread the article with the wrong title, and lost his patience halfway through the reading. He frowned slightly and took out a pen to read the words line by line.

The surrounding area of ​​the school was very quiet at this time. The day students in the first and second grades had almost returned home, and the third graders were still a while away from school. There were no people wandering on the road, and there were very few passing cars.The shabby houses are all old houses, and the sound insulation effect has always been poor. From time to time, there are footsteps walking and people talking upstairs.

These sounds are usually there, and if you don't pay attention, you can't hear them, but today they are especially abrupt, like someone beating gongs and drums against your ears, making people feel irritable for no reason.

The screen of the phone suddenly turned on, Jiang Zhao caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, the frowning brows were relieved for a moment that he didn't even notice, and the impatience between the brows also dissipated a lot.

He dropped the pen and took the phone, and the moment he unlocked it, he glanced at the center of the screen——

News about Liu Jiayi.

"..."

After unlocking, the screen was still stuck on Jian Yao's dialog box. Jiang Zhao confirmed again that the person hadn't replied, and sent a question mark before exiting, and clicked on Liu Jiayi's chat box.

ljy: Is Mr. Jiang there?

ljy: Have you finished correcting the math paper? [question][question]

The last time he went to the library, Jiang Zhao didn't see the voice call from Liu Jiayi until the evening. Because too much time had passed, he felt that there was no need to reply, so he ignored it until Liu Jiayi came to him again today.

He thought about what happened during the big class break in the afternoon, and hesitated in the chat box whether to reply.

ljy: Can you show me the problem-solving process of Question 22?

ljy: [please][please][please]

Several messages from Liu Jiayi took up almost a page, but Jiang Zhao replied politely.

Jiang Zhao: School is out

ljy: ah!Then lend me a look tomorrow?

Jiang Zhao: en

At the same time as these words were sent, another chat box popped up on the top of the screen.

Y: I just took a shower

Jiang Zhao clicked along the chat box, and the second sentence was sent from there.

Y: No writing, go to bed early tonight

Jingle Bell--

A string of bells came from a distance, piercing the silent night. It was the last ringing of the No. [-] Middle School every day, marking the end of school for senior three students and the official end of a day's campus time.

Jiang Zhao glanced out of the window subconsciously, and the noise on the road downstairs gradually became clearer.

Jiang Zhao: Go to bed at ten o'clock?

It's strange to be able to sleep at ten o'clock.

Jian Yao pouted, and threw the towel after wiping his hair to the sink.

When was the last time he went to bed at ten o'clock?elementary school?

Y: play for a while and sleep

Jiang Zhao: Yes

Jiang Zhao's words ended the chat topic. Jian Yao opened the input box for a while, but finally stopped talking and quit WeChat.

He sat down with his arms around the back of the chair, clicked into QQ to browse the space for a while, poked open various apps to patrol again, and finally stopped on a mobile game.

There are a few friends online in the game, but he is not familiar with them, so he started a game by himself.

He seldom plays mobile games, only when he is extremely bored. He is not very familiar with the operation, and he has lent his account to others to play. The level is very high, and casual matching is a high-end game for him.

So the game experience is not very good, and the screen is gray for more than half of a game.

After the end of the round, he checked the time again, only 10 minutes had passed, and it was not even eleven o'clock.

Usually at this time he is still paralyzed by Jiang Zhao.

He suddenly realized that it was the first time he went home so early after "sharing the rent" with Jiang Zhao.

An indescribable feeling bloomed in his heart, Jian Yao exited from the settlement interface of the previous round, and started a new round.

He asked Jiang Zhao to share the rent, and his intention was not to really live there, but just to make it a foothold for him like before.

The foothold will only go when needed, usually Song Yang is not at home, and the family is not too uncomfortable to stay, and Li Jiao didn't bother him when she came back today.

In the past, he wouldn't have stayed in the shabby house every day, so why is he becoming more and more dependent on it now without knowing it?

Jian Yao was full of random thoughts, absent-mindedly operating the characters in the game, but was caught by the enemy, and lost a blood under the siege.

"Fuck, I..." Jian Yao raised his head abruptly, and then froze in place as soon as he spoke.

He subconsciously wanted to find someone to complain about, but all he could see was his bed and the shadow printed on the wall.

The shadow was carved stiffly on the wall, and it took a long time before there was any movement.

Jian Yao retracted slowly, resting his chin on the back of the chair, and lowered his eyes, waiting for the character on the screen to come back to life.

He manipulated the character around the camp in a daze, and didn't go out until his teammates sent him doubts.

This situation is not good.

He seemed to be unable to accept being alone.

Originally thought that Zhao Jin's "find some time to talk alone" in the office was just casually, but he didn't expect that Jiang Zhao would be called out alone the next day after saying this.

It was lunch break time, the whole school was immersed in a quiet atmosphere, and there were teachers in the office for lunch break, so Zhao Jin pulled Jiang Zhao to stand in the corridor at the door of the class.

"After I sent the grades to the parent group, your mother chatted with me privately and said that she hoped that I would transfer you to a better seat." Zhao Jin said, "She told me before, but I didn't agree. There are more than 50 people here, I can’t be special just because of you, can I?”

Jiang Zhao frowned when he heard Zhang Xuenian, and said in a bad tone, "Don't pay attention to her."

Zhao Jin smiled and said: "You can't ignore it. Your mother also hopes that you have a good learning environment. I see that your grades are not affected. If it is really affected by this, then I will also consider you. Mom's words."

"It won't be affected," Jiang Zhao said.

"That's the best." Zhao Jin said, "Your age and your parents are somewhat of a generation gap. You came to our class and picked such a seat. I can almost guess what you are thinking, whether you are with me or not. What is your mother doing against it? She wants you to stay in a good environment, but you insist on finding the worst environment."

Jiang Zhao remained silent, Zhao Jin asked him: "How do you feel at the same table with Jian Yao for so long?"

Jiang Zhao looked at the shadow of the railing in the sun, and was silent for a while again. This time Zhao Jin didn't continue talking, but waited for his answer.

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and said, "The environment around him is not bad."

"This is also the reason why I agree with you to sit next to him." Zhao Jin said, "I also have selfish intentions. Although Jian Yao's grades have always been poor, he is different from other students with poor grades. I can feel it, so I always hoped that someone would give him a hand.”

"He has a good relationship with you now. I think it's good that you can take him with you without affecting yourself. It's fine if you can make progress like you are now."

This progress is not brought by him.

Jiang Zhao thought so in his heart, took all the credit without changing his face, and gave a faint "hmm".

"I hope his enthusiasm for studying can be maintained all the time. It would be even better if he improved a little bit in the midterm exam." Zhao Jin paused, then suddenly changed the subject, "He didn't hand in his homework today, do you know why? ?”

Jian Yao pulled the curtains and hid behind to peek, only seeing Jiang Zhao's expressionless frozen face.

Zhao Jin suddenly raised his hand and patted Jiang Zhao's shoulder twice, leading him to turn around and walk towards the door, Jian Yao threw down the curtains and turned around, lay down on the table and pretended to be asleep.

Jiang Zhao was the only one who entered the door. Jian Yao waited for the door to close, leaned over to him and asked in a low voice, "What did Zhao Jin tell you?"

"Say you didn't hand in your homework." Jiang Zhao said, "Why didn't you hand in?"

"..." Jian Yao slowly shrank back from Jiang Zhao's desk, and said casually, "I accidentally wrote too well yesterday, so it's not appropriate to submit it."

"What's inappropriate." Jiang Zhao tidied up the papers on the table, making a rustling sound as he rubbed the paper, "It's not copied."

Jiang Zhao's voice was very low, and a sentence passed quickly, dissipating in the rubbing of the paper, but Jian Yao could still hear it clearly.

Most of the students fell asleep on the table, and Zhou Xuanyi even snorted slightly behind her. The classroom was very dark, but Jian Yao didn't dare to look up at Jiang Zhao.

He didn't know why he was guilty, he felt like a dazed fool now.

What's the point of pretending like this?

Looks like an idiot to others.

On the one hand, he didn't want Li Jiao to get any benefit, but on the other hand, he felt that he was so naive.

Jian Yao suddenly became irritable, and said in a muffled voice, "Why do you care about me?"

He buried his head in his arms, didn't hear Jiang Zhao continue talking, and closed his eyes depressedly.

Jian Yao didn't talk to Jiang Zhao all afternoon, Jiang Zhao naturally wouldn't take the initiative to bring up the topic, this state lasted until evening self-study, Zheng Mengyang asked him to go online after school.

Tomorrow is the sports meeting, and it is rare that there is no homework today. Jian Yao returned with an "ok" expression and went to Jiang Zhao after school to say the first sentence after the lunch break.

Jiang Zhao said "hmm", but couldn't hear the tone, and before Jian Yao could find out the second sentence, the man had already run away with his bag.

Jian Yao played absent-mindedly in the Internet cafe, and even gave away a few heads, Zheng Mengyang and the young lady were chatting happily, and didn't care.There are a lot of people smoking in the Internet cafe today, and the whole small space is filled with a strong smell of smoke. Jian Yao feels that he has not been here recently, and he was a little uncomfortable because of the smoke after playing for a short time.

He started to feel dizzy after playing two games, so he told Zheng Mengyang and left first.

There was no one on the street, the dim street lights looked a little lonely, Jian Yao walked to the intersection and turned his head to look at the small broken house.

He felt that this scene was a little familiar, and when he saw the light on in the small broken house, he remembered that he had done the same thing when he first started school.

At that time, he and Jiang Zhao were not so familiar.

It's quite familiar now--

The phone suddenly buzzed, Jian Yao came back to his senses, and looked down at the screen.

Jiang Zhao: Are you not coming today?

——But it’s not his house anyway, he shouldn’t stay there forever.

It wasn't until the screen turned off automatically that he twitched the corner of his mouth, unlocked the phone, turned around and walked while typing.

Y: It's too late, I'll go straight home

There was no reply, Jian Yao looked at the time and put the phone in his pocket.

It's not even ten o'clock now, so it's not really late at all.

He was a little depressed again, so he quickened his pace home.

He doesn't want to think about anything now, nor is he in the mood to do anything.

After arriving home, he quickly took a shower and lay down on the bed, planning to go to bed before ten o'clock for the first time since elementary school.

But the effect was not very good, he tossed and turned on the bed, and didn't feel sleepy until the quilt wrapped around him.

He closed his eyes and huddled under the quilt full of energy, and the phone buzzed again, shaking away the slightest drowsiness that was about to develop in him.

Jian Yao shrank under the quilt for a few more seconds, stretched out a hand and held the phone in front of him to glance.

Jiang Zhao: Let’s do the questions

Jian Yao:? ? ?

Usually he was the one who dragged Jiang Zhao to do the questions, but today this person took the initiative to challenge him?

Y: What questions?

Jiang Zhao: Didn't you read the schoolbag?

Y: No, I'm going to sleep

Jiang Zhao:.

Looking at Jiang Zhao's iconic speech, Jian Yao tasted a bit of contempt from it, and was just about to find an excuse to explain why his head hurts and his hands hurt, when another message came over there.

Jiang Zhao: Go and see now

A question mark appeared above Jian Yao's head.

He didn't know what Jiang Zhao was doing, so he got out of the quilt, ran to the desk and opened the schoolbag.

Then I saw a new exercise book in it.

College Entrance Examination Mathematics Questions Crazy Do Basic

The foundation is the last word

Y: [Picture]

Y:? ? ?Did you buy it? ?

Jiang Zhao: Yes

Y:. . . . .

Why do you buy this thing? ? ?

No, when did you buy it? ? ?

When did you put it in his bag? ? ?

Jian Yao squatted in front of the schoolbag and looked at the yellow booklet in his hand, a row of question marks popped out above his head.

He was still doubting his life here, and Jiang Zhao sent another message.

Jiang Zhao: Let’s compare

Jiang Zhao: Compared with the speed, the loser will help write five publicity drafts

The author has something to say: I changed it a bit, it was Zheng Mengyang who asked Yaoyao to go to the Internet cafe, I confused it when I wrote it

Thanks for reading, and thanks for being with me!

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