After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao got up and sat down on the stool with the yellow booklet in hand, turned on the desk lamp and casually flipped through the pages, thinking that it was indeed a basic article.

It's not that he is too drifting, it's just that these topics are familiar at first glance, and they are not challenging for him at all, and they are not as good as the school's matching workbooks.

It is reasonable to suspect that Jiang Zhao bought this booklet at a bookstore.

Y: You bought this just to compete with me?

Jiang Zhao: Consolidate basic knowledge

Jian Yao: "..."

Fuck your farts.

He rummaged through the pictures he saved but couldn't find a suitable emoticon package, and when he quit again, he received a message from this person again.

Jiang Zhao: compare

Y: than chant

Y: Five articles at a time?Is it too little

Jiang Zhao: Then ten

Jiang Zhao: I'm afraid you will lose too badly

Y:?

Y: I suggest you withdraw

It is impossible to withdraw. The two set a good time, and the match started after the first time.

Although the questions in the basic chapter are simple, the amount of questions for each practice is there, and it takes half an hour to do it quickly.

The curtains blocked the moonlight, and only the book lamp was lit in the room. The cool white light gathered at the corner of the desk and spread out for a short distance.

The house is close to the community, there are no roads or squares, so it is very quiet at night.

Time passed quietly in this night, the lights in the windows were extinguished one by one, and finally only Jian Yao's room was left, drawing a few lines in the night along the gap of the curtains, once it was lit, it was a night.

The sports meeting is an activity for senior one and senior two students. Senior three students do not participate in it, and classes will be held as usual for two days.

It is reasonable to say that the first and second graders should go to the morning self-study first, and then go downstairs in an orderly manner after the assembly music sounds, but the actual situation is that everyone has been desperate, and the morning self-study has long been forgotten to go outside the Pacific Ocean.

Although they were all sitting in the class and talking loudly, those words were obviously not reading the text aloud, and Zhao Jin didn't know where he went, and he didn't appear in the morning self-study.

"Jiang Zhao, I brought this clothes for you specially. It's the custom-made class uniform for class five. It was worn in the sports meeting last year." Zhou Xuanyi said, taking off the school uniform jacket, revealing the clothes inside, "Look, our class is wearing it. Fortunately, I kept an extra piece last year, and yours is still new!"

"..." Jiang Zhao looked at the clothes on Zhou Xuanyi's body, the white short-sleeves in his hands were either thrown or thrown away.

If he knew that this white short sleeve was not a simple white short sleeve, but a white short sleeve with four big black characters of "all villains" engraved on the chest, he would not have accepted it when Zhou Xuanyi handed it to him.

If you want to blame him, you can blame him for being too sleepy at school, lying on his stomach to catch up on sleep, and Zhou Xuanyi didn't notice the clothes the others were wearing when he woke him up.

As for why it's so hard...

Jiang Zhao glanced at the person next to him lying motionless on the table.

This man was defeated and fought repeatedly yesterday, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became. He was dragged to compete eight times, and finally fell asleep on the ninth time.

Jiang Zhao speculates that Jian Yao fell asleep while doing the questions, most likely lying on the table, not to mention the short sleep time, the quality is still poor.

This glance was a bit long, Zhou Xuanyi looked along, as if getting some hint, she patted Jian Yao on the back: "Jian YaoJian YaoJian Yao, please persuade Jiang Zhao quickly."

Jian Yao still kept his head facing the right side, with his right arm over his right ear. It took him a long time to wake up after struggling. He lowered his head and took a deep breath, sat up and slumped against the wall.

His face was still dazed when he just woke up, with a red mark on the left side of his face, and one corner of his hair was raised up. Looking at it, he felt that waking up was very difficult.

His appearance was similar to walking around the gate of hell. Zhou Xuanyi was startled for two seconds before realizing it, and asked, "What did you do yesterday? Are you so sleepy?"

Jian Yao was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you persuading?"

"..." Zhou Xuanyi paused, and suggested kindly, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Jian Yao rubbed his face and barely regained consciousness, and said, "It's nothing, why should I persuade you?"

"Aren't we all wearing class uniforms today? I brought one for Jiang Zhao." Zhou Xuanyi leaned into Jian Yao's ear, covered her mouth with one hand and continued, "Jiang Zhao doesn't seem to like wearing it, please persuade him quickly." Advise him."

Jian Yao glanced at Jiang Zhao, and thought that he was not very happy to wear it, but he just didn't want to wear it.

Jian Yao expressed that he understood Jiang Zhao very well. Last year when he got the clothes, he also refused, because he had to follow the phalanx, so he had no choice but to put them on, and then he realized that it didn't seem so ugly.

After all, there are people in other classes who engrave chasing their dreams on their chests.

"Since you've come to our class, you need to be a bit of a team player. How can you be special if the whole class wears it?" Jian Yao snatched the clothes from Jiang Zhao's hand, shook the collar, and held it up in front of him, talking nonsense. Said, "This dress just looks ugly, but once you put it on and accept this setting, it's still very handsome."

Jiang Zhao glanced at the clothes and looked at Jian Yao through the clothes, and asked coolly, "Then why are you zipping the school uniform?"

Jian Yao: "..."

Although the school uniform jacket is not so ugly that it cannot be worn, it can only be seen when it is worn on the body, and it will stay when the zipper is pulled.

Jian Yao usually never zipped up, but today he did it for the first time.

Needless to say what the reason is.

"I'm cold." Jian Yao said, stuffing the clothes back into Jiang Zhao's hands, pushing his arms and pulling him to stand up, "Let's go, go to the bathroom and change clothes."

Facts have proved that persuasion is useless. To deal with a person like Jiang Zhao who is invulnerable to all poisons, he can only fight hard.

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhao was forced to be a villain, and followed Jian Yao out of the toilet with a wooden face.

The assembly bell rang in advance on the playground, and the classroom was almost empty when the two returned to the classroom. The seats in their class were allocated on the right side of the playground, a little far away from the teaching building, but Zhou Xuanyi would help them occupy seats, so there was no rush of.

When they got there, the entrance ceremony was about to start. Zhou Xuanyi occupied the second-to-last row in the middle, and the two of them heard the host's voice as soon as their buttocks were hot.

The phalanx of the first grade entered the arena one after another, and the playground was soon full of people. Uncle Jian Yao leaned on his seat to watch, and after a while he got up and leaned next to Jiang Zhao.

"It's quite loose this year. Didn't we have a similar class for the cloak last year, so we didn't let it go."

Jiang Zhaozheng was drowsy, and was pushed aside by Jian Yao, reluctantly opened his eyes, and said the first sentence after becoming a villain: "Yeah."

When this person is not sleepy, he looks like "it has nothing to do with me". Jian Yao only pretends that he is still sulking at being forced to wear a class uniform, and continues to ask: "Guess last year our class was escorted by the hand holding the sign?" Who is the person?"

Jiang Zhao: "You."

Jian Yao gave a "fuck" in surprise: "Guess so accurate? Did you see me then?"

Last year, their class went pretty well, and with the conspicuous "all villains" on this dress, it was normal for Jiang Zhao to see him.

And he is so handsome.

Jiang Zhao looked at him like a fool: "Otherwise you want me to guess?"

Jian Yao: "..."

Jian Yao was thinking about whether to punch Jiang Zhao at this moment, when he suddenly heard the girls in front shouting excitedly, glanced towards the playground and instantly understood.

"Do you know why it's me?" Jian Yao asked.

Seeing that Jiang Zhao was still not interested, he shook the arm hooked around his neck twice.

Jiang Zhao was forced to withdraw from his sleepiness, and asked patiently and cooperatively, "Why?"

Jian Yao: "Because I'm the most handsome."

"..." Jiang Zhao had an uncomfortable expression on his face, as if he had struggled in his heart for a long time, then turned his head to look at Jian Yao's schoolbag on the ground, "Are there enough paper tapes for writing the publicity draft?"

Jian Yao: "..."

Before Jian Yao finished petrifying, Jiang Zhao leaned forward, crossed his hands in front of his forehead, and said, "Quickly copy."

Jian Yao: "..."

Jian Yao sat up slowly, stared at Jiang Zhao's side face, simulated beating him [-] times in his mind, and then picked up his schoolbag and flipped through the papers to vent his anger.

……Hold.

Isn't it just 170 articles!

For students without a project, the sports meeting is just two days of paddling, and they can play with their mobile phones with a legitimate reason in another place. They are a little unfriendly to Jian Yao, because he has to copy the promotional draft.

At the beginning, I copied it calmly, but later on, I became all hairy. Two hundred characters were compressed to one hundred characters, and the area occupied was about the same.

Fortunately, the manuscripts were copied quickly. In one morning, Jian Yao copied about forty articles.

The first race in the afternoon was the 100x4 relay race, which is an important event for adding group points. Jiang Zhaoyi made up his sleep in the morning, went downstairs 10 minutes early for the lunch break, and practiced with several others.

When Jian Yao sat down on the playground seat, the athletes had already stood up on the playground.

“跟我们一起跑的还有2班7班和13班。”周宣怡在边上说，“2班7班跑得慢，13班有点危险。”

"Isn't relay running counting time? Why panic?" Jian Yao said indifferently.

"You have to calculate the time faster than other classes!"

Jian Yao looked at the starting line on the playground, the first bat was just in front of their class, Jiang Zhao was standing behind the white line, the four large characters on his chest were particularly eye-catching under the sun, but he looked so handsome when he wore them.

"Zhao Qi is fine, and Sheng Yiming and Zhou Ji are fine." Zhou Xuanyi analyzed it, then turned around and asked, "How is Jiang Zhao running?"

"Jiang Zhao—"

There was a gunshot, and Jian Yao's words behind him were covered by the sound of cheering.

Jiang Zhao held the baton in his hand, and after the sound, he rushed out like an arrow from the string. The smoke hadn't cleared up, and he rushed to the next person amidst the intensifying shouts, and ran forward a few more times. only stopped.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds, Zhou Xuanyi followed the crowd and yelled for cheers, and when she looked at Jian Yao again, her voice broke: "Fuck, Jiang Zhao is so awesome?"

"Nonsense." Jian Yao said with a smile, "Who do you think he is?"

Just a very good student?

No.

He is Jiang Zhao.

The entire relay run only took a few minutes, and the next three performed very well, and their class won No.1 in this group.

Jian Yao buried his head and continued to copy the promotional manuscripts, Zhou Xuanyi stood up and collected a batch of manuscripts to be handed in.

"Wait a minute, I'll finish copying this in my hand." Jian Yao said, cut off the sentence written by the pen, put a full stop on it and made a dot, and then passed the paper over.

Zhou Xuanyi took a look at it, and said: "I didn't say that, your word... handed in is a waste manuscript, and people don't even read it and throw it aside."

"It's just a manuscript, there are so many requirements, and I don't expect them to read mine." Jian Yao waved his hand, saw a few manuscripts stacked on Jiang Zhao's stool, picked them up and stuffed them into Zhou Xuanyi's hand, "Here are some beautiful words, Send it quickly."

Zhou Xuanyi accepted several other people's manuscripts and went to the rostrum to submit the manuscript. Jian Yao continued to bury his head and copied four or five more copies. His eyes were swollen and his neck was sore after copying, and he leaned back and stretched with his eyes closed.

Touching something cold on his neck, Jian Yao flinched suddenly, turned his head and found that Jiang Zhao ran behind him and sat behind him, holding a bottle of ice water in his hand.

"Why are you sitting here?" Jian Yao asked.

Jiang Zhao: "Too lazy to squeeze."

Jian Yao glanced to the right, besides Jiang Zhao's seat which was empty, there were nine people seated beside him in the aisle.

He nodded, sat down and leaned on Jiang Zhao's lap.

"School two and five submitted papers, high school two and five classes submitted..."

The host's voice suddenly sounded on the playground, and the short manuscript was finished quickly. Jian Yao raised his head slightly, and poked his elbow back twice: "Is this what you wrote?"

Jiang Zhao let out a "hmm", unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip of water, the water droplets from the outside of the bottle dripped to the ground along the body of the bottle.

Jian Yao raised his hand and pointed his fingers a few times, saying, "I wrote about [-] articles today, and none of them was read."

Jiang Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Can you pronounce your ugly characters by yourself?"

"Fuck." Jian Yao cursed with a smile, waved his hand back casually, "try copying like this, I don't believe you can write well."

Maybe it was because he swung too casually this time, Jian Yao felt that he touched some soft place, and it was still a bit cold.

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that he had accidentally bumped into Jiang Zhao's mouth.

The two of them were silent almost tacitly, and the touch of the fingertips was infinitely magnified in this quiet atmosphere. Jian Yao felt that the fingertips were even beating irregularly, and he gently squeezed it in front of him.

Jiang Zhao suddenly tilted his head, put his elbow on his leg, and said, "At least I won't be confused."

Normally, Jian Yao has countless ways to fight back, the most common one is to do it directly, but this time he only smiled and "tssed".

His attention was drawn to his fingertips, and the strange feeling hadn't dissipated, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand stiffly.

What's wrong with this?

The clouds in the sky suddenly moved, and a blazing sun shone over Class Five. Jian Yao slumped on the chair, leaned his head against Jiang Zhao's knee, and finally moved his right hand.

"I'm dying from the sun." He raised his hand to cover his face and complained, "Why didn't you bring the hat for me?"

"..." Jiang Zhao glanced at Jian Yao speechlessly, the man covered his face with his arms, only his mouth was missing.

The mouth was slightly pink in the sun, and it moved twice after a while: "Fuck, it's so hot."

Jiang Zhao stared at it for a while, then quickly looked away, picked up the school uniform jacket on his seat, and threw it on Jian Yao's face without looking at it, covering his entire head.

"Shut up," Jiang Zhao said.

The author has something to say: I'm back!Thanks for reading, and thanks for being with me!

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感谢在2020-07-2820:03:23~2020-07-3020:44:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 24 bottles of 12 paintings; 4 bottles of Li Weixuan; 1 bottle of Baiyin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!