Picked up a crying bag

After school the next day, He Shiqi went to Jing Ji's home to do his homework.

They don't have any homework this week, they just correct the mistakes on the paper and copy the paper three times.

"Wait a minute." Jing Ji said timidly to He, and then he went into the bedroom and took out his video camera.

"What are you doing?" He Shi asked in confusion.

Jing Ji set up the camera on the table, adjusted the shooting angle of the camera, "The process of recording the lecture."

He Shiqi nodded his head half-understood.

After confirming that the camera could only capture the papers on the table, Jing Ji straightened up and walked to sit next to He Shiyong.

"Hello everyone." Jing Ji said without any ups and downs: "Long time no see. Today we are going to talk about the monthly exam papers for the second year of high school."

He Shiyong looked at Jing Ji curiously, and wisely did not disturb him.

"Let's look at the math paper first." Jing Ji put the math paper in front of the camera, pointed at the first question with a pencil, "Do it again and show me."

"Huh?" He Shiqi didn't realize it for a moment, he glanced at Jing Ji, and then took the pen to answer the question.

Jing Ji pulls He Shike's notebook towards the camera.

After He Shiyong wrote down his problem-solving process, Jing Ji circled the places where his steps were wrong, "This can't be calculated in this way, it should be done this way." He demonstrated it with a pen.

He Shiqi suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his algorithm.

The next two people used this method to change the title.

At the end of the writing, He Shiqi couldn't do some questions, and Jing Ji didn't force him, and taught him how to write directly.

This speed is very slow, but it is a very easy way to understand both He Shiqi and the audience of the video.

It took Jing Ji two hours to finish the math paper. He put the pen in the middle of the paper and said, "Okay, that's the end of the math paper. Thank you for watching. If it is helpful to you, please click three times."

For some reason, He Shiqi wanted to laugh a little, he hadn't seen Jing Ji speak so politely before.

After turning off the camera, Jing Ji pulled out the battery to charge it. Fortunately, they spoke quickly, and the battery would run out in a while.

After charging it, Jing Ji lazily lay on the sofa with her mobile phone in hand, and said, "Take a break, let's order a takeaway."

Yes, it was only two hours since they had dinner, but Jing Ji was hungry again.

He ordered fried chicken and milk tea.

"You rest, I copied the math paper." He Shiyong said while holding a notebook.

Jing Ji snorted nasally: "It's up to you."

Jing Ji didn't intend to copy the papers, for him, copying the papers was not as useful as giving He Shiqi a lecture.

After ordering the takeaway, Jing Ji wanted to do some browsing on Xiaopozhan, but he took a look at He Shiqi who was copying the questions.

It takes about an hour and a half to wait for the takeaway to arrive and finish the takeaway. I may not be able to finish the questions today, but this kid still has to copy the papers.

I'm afraid it's too late for a weekend.

Jing Ji sighed, and said: "Come on, don't copy yet, I will continue to give you a lecture." It was the first time he thought about others.

"Okay." He Shi said timidly.

After Jing Ji installed new batteries for her video camera, the two continued to speak English papers.

After more than 40 minutes, Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief when the takeaway arrived.

Md, so tired.

He put the takeaway on the table: "Eat it before continuing."

"I'll copy while eating, I won't be able to finish it if I don't hurry up." He Shiyong rubbed his sore neck and said.

"You..." Forget it, Jing Ji couldn't tell He Shiyong not to copy the words, if she degenerates, she degenerates, what's the matter if she drags others.

He asked He Shiyong to go to the side to copy, and pointed the camera at his face, preparing to record a show.

He Shiyu obediently moved to the side, not to disturb Jing Ji.

Jing Ji recorded a section and found that the light was a bit dim. It was okay to shoot learning videos before, but now it is not enough to record, eat, and broadcast.

He went to set up his lighting lamp next to it, and after adjusting it, he felt that it was about the same.

"Hello everyone, what we are going to eat today is fried chicken." He gestured with a chicken nugget in front of the camera, and then ate it into his mouth.

Twenty minutes later, Jing Ji ate the last leftover wing, and then said, "That's it for today, friends who like it, remember to press three times."

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It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the evening that Jing Ji finished all the papers. He lay on the sofa and looked at He Shiji who was packing up his things a little listlessly.

He has never studied for so long at one time. One is that he does not have such a strong concentration on learning, and the other is that he does not need to study for so long! ! !

too tired.

He Shiyong poured Jing Ji a glass of water and said, "Thank you."

Jing Ji took the water and nodded weakly, as a response to He Shiqi.

After putting the book into the bag, He Shiyong conveniently packed the takeaway box on the table and held it in his hand.

"I'm leaving, you should rest early." He Shi said timidly.

Jing Ji waved his hand to signal He Shiqi to leave quickly.

"Crack." The door opened and closed again.

Standing outside the door, He Shiqi rubbed his dizzy head, he was actually learning in pain.

My eyes were dazzled until the end, but fortunately, I finally finished correcting the paper today.

He returned to his home after throwing the trash downstairs.

The house was pitch dark, and He Shiqi didn't turn on the light, so he groped forward.

"Bang Dang!" He kicked a bottle, staggered a few steps forward and hit the dining table.

"Hiss~" He Shi timidly rubbed his waist, his eyes filled with enthusiasm.

He blinked a few times to keep himself from crying.

Bending back to the bedroom and turning on the desk lamp, He Shiqi saw a bruise on his waist.

Not serious, just kind of scary.

After wiping off the wetness from the corners of his eyes, He Shiyong took out the plaster that Jing Ji had given him before, applied it on the bruise, and rubbed it harder a few times.

No pain, no pain, no pain.

He comforted himself in his heart.

After applying the medicine, He Shiyong lay on the bed after washing up, thinking about the topic Jing Ji had given him.

After He Shiqi left, Jing Ji lazied on the sofa for a while before returning to her bedroom with a glass of water.

Although I was a little tired today, I still asked him to post a few videos, so I don't need to update it for two weeks.

Jing Ji was amused by herself.

Lying on the bed, after scrolling through Xiaobozhan for a while, Jing Ji turned off her phone to get sleepy.

"I'm leaving, you should rest early." He Shiji's words echoed in his mind.

It was difficult for him to go to bed early today.

On Sunday, He Shiyi got up early to clean up the living room, and then started to make breakfast.

He brought the cooked porridge, together with the buns and marinated eggs he bought earlier in the morning, and went to knock on the door of Jing Ji's house.

Since turning off the ringer of the phone last time, Jing Ji never turned it on again, Jing Ji couldn't answer the phone, and He Shiqi knew it, so he knocked on the door directly.

Miraculously, Jing Ji opened the door after a while.

He Shiqi thought that he would at least wait until Jing Ji woke up before opening the door.

"Are you awake?" He Shiyong asked.

"Well, I went to bed early yesterday." Jing Ji rubbed her chicken coop-like hair and yawned.

He's been awake for a while, but hasn't gotten up yet.

"Then go wash up, I brought breakfast." He Shiyong said as he put the things on the dining table.

Jing Ji nodded and said, "You eat first."

He Shiyong didn't eat first, but waited for Jing Ji.

After 10 minutes, Jing Ji sat at the dining table: "Eat, eat, what are you waiting for, can I have more food?"

He Shiyong ate in silence and didn't answer.

After dinner, He Shiji was copying papers in the living room, while Jing Ji was playing with his mobile phone beside him.

When it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, He Shiyong finally finished copying the papers. He stretched himself and said, "We should go to school."

"Well, right away." Jing Ji finished watching the video before leaving.

The two went out together.

It was the traffic light again, and the two of them walked across the zebra crossing together.

Halfway through the walk, a white car rushed over quickly, and it seemed that it had no intention of stopping at all.

"Be careful." Jing Ji grabbed He Shiyong's waist and brought him to her side.

In the next second, the white car swished past the two people's feet.

"Fuck." Jing Ji first looked in the direction of the white car, roughly memorized the model and license plate number, then turned around and dragged He Shiyi to the opposite side of the zebra crossing and asked, "Are you okay?"

During the conversation, a police car drove by, and the siren sounded to remind the vehicles and pedestrians to avoid it.

He Shiyong caressed his waist with one hand, and said in a sobbing voice, with drops of water on his eyelashes, "No, it's fine."

"What's wrong? Injured? Hit?" Looking at the pitiful He Shiqi, Jing Ji frowned slightly and asked, "Where did you get hurt?"

"It's not hurt, it's just that you were too strong just now, which made me a little hurt." Tears fell from the eyelashes, and He Shiyi lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

In fact, when Jing Ji held his waist, she held down the bruise from yesterday's bump.

Jing Ji: "..."

"I'm so strong? It hurts? Didn't it hurt you?" Jing Ji rubbed her nose, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's okay." He Shiyong took a deep breath and suppressed his crying, "It hurt just now, but it doesn't hurt now."

However, the words of the person with soft voice and red eyes, who was still sniffing were obviously not convincing.

Jing Ji rubbed He Shiqi's hair, and said, "Go and sit there for a while, the pain will be gone in a while."

"I'm fine, let's go." He Shiyong tugged on Jing Ji's clothes, trying to drag him forward.

No wonder Jing Ji was so nervous, the only time he himself cried was when he rolled down the stairs, he couldn't hold back the pain, tears burst out directly.

It obviously really hurts to be able to make someone cry.

Jing Ji dragged He Shiyong to walk slowly, fearing that the movement would be too large and He Shiyong would be in more pain.

In fact, it would have been nice for He Shiqi to feel the pain, but no matter what he explained to Jing Ji, Jing Ji didn't believe it, so he insisted on walking at a fast pace.

It was already six o'clock when the two of them arrived at the school gate. After a hasty dinner, they returned to the classroom.

After sitting on the seat for a while, I saw several students carrying a set of tables and chairs to Jing Ji's side.

"..."

On the podium, Lao Fang said: "Next week, there will be a transfer student in our class. I hope everyone will not reject him and get along well."

"I don't know if it's a man or a woman." Zhang Tian quietly turned around and said to the two of them.

"We'll know when the time comes." He Shi said timidly.

After Lao Fang said a few more words, he gave up the evening self-study time to the new chemistry teacher.

As soon as the chemistry teacher entered the classroom, he aroused the exclamation of the whole class.

Even Zhang Tian said in surprise: "My God, is it so beautiful? Look at it, both of you."

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