The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Bian Jing wrote half of the 47 papers he received that day. He wrote the questions quickly. Many basic questions could be answered by just scanning them. He didn't do too basic questions.

Comprehensive science and mathematics focus on rewriting the big questions.

It's not that he is boasting, he has done more questions than Yue Yang has traveled. If he said this, Yue Yang could fight him.

1:40

There are still 50 minutes before the afternoon class, except for the 10 minutes to and from the dormitory, he can still sleep for 40 minutes.

The campus during the lunch break was silent, Bian Jingmao leaned back to go back to the boys' dormitory, the instructor was used to the fact that the first grader often came home late.

He opened his eyes and closed his eyes to let him in, Bian Jing went back to the dormitory to sleep, and got dizzy when he got up, Yue Yang and Cao Wei had already gone out to class.

Bian Jing lay beside the bed, sighing to himself that he shouldn't have drank that fake wine, he got his life back, his head hurts and he faints from time to time, it's really fucked up.

Just when Bian Jing thought he was going to faint on the side of the bed, a pair of strong arms clamped his arms, brought him up in his arms, and helped him onto the bed.

The side scene was lying down, with his arms resting on his eyes, blocking the strong light from the window, his dry lips moved: "You..."

The sun in winter is not strong, shining on the snow, reflecting colorful spots, printed on Xie Ting's naked upper body through the window, the muscles are smooth, the broad shoulders are strong and the chest is strong, the abdominal muscles are obvious in the lower abdomen, and the mermaid line runs along the bath towel Draw into the place where the side view should not be seen.

Taking advantage of his dizziness, Bian Jing presumptuously looked at Xie Ting's figure by himself. He just took a shower, and the bathroom was still steaming. He probably heard him lying on the bedside in the bathroom just after he came back.

Xie Ting wrapped a bath towel, mixed a glass of honey water for him to drink, and a low voice came from across his chest: "Is it better?"

Bian Jing withdrew his presumptuous gaze and nodded.

Xie Ting took a look at him and found that he had indeed recovered a lot. He took his clothes and went to the bathroom to change out. Seeing that Bian Jing got up to put on his shoes again, he stopped him and said, "Brother Jing, I'll ask you for leave this afternoon, don't go."

Bian Jing shook the remaining half of the test paper, but did not speak.

Xie Ting followed him.

The first grade, it is not unreasonable for him to be the first in the grade.

Bian Jing is the most resilient person Xie Ting has ever seen.

Since the first year of high school, no one has been able to pull him down from the number one throne. Every time he came to the stage to receive an award, Xie Ting felt that the side scene at that moment was as proud as a prince.

A really high-spirited young man.

Bian Jing's head was relieved a lot with the cup of warm honey water, and the class bell would ring in 3 minutes.With his and Xie Ting's leg length, they strolled to the classroom in a leisurely manner, and the timing was just right.

Along the way, both of them were silent, Bian Jing intentionally distanced himself from Xie Ting, subconsciously walked a step faster, Xie Ting's legs were a few centimeters longer than his, and he easily caught up with him.

If he doesn't speak, Xie Ting will not speak.

Before Xiaohua confessed, the two of them stayed together and Bian Jing talked a lot. Xie Ting listened most of the time, occasionally answering a sentence or two, Bian Jing could continue talking.

The straight and long parasol school road seemed endless, and the silence surrounded the two teenagers. Finally, Xie Ting broke the silence: "Brother Jing."

Bian Jing paused in front of him, clenched the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with his hand and then loosened it, and answered after a moment of breathing: "What?"

Xie Ting looked into his eyes, wondering why this good friend, brother, and roommate in the past deliberately talked to him at a distance, and said: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, and I can help if I can." .”

Side view: "..."

Can you bend yourself for me?

Can you reject the school beauty and make me single again?

Will you, a star that should live in the sun, be willing to be a maggot in the gutter with me?

The thoughts in Bian Jing's head were clamoring crazily, and with the ups and downs of breathing, he also denied himself: You are willing, I am not.

"It's okay, let's go, we're late." Bian Jing perfunctory.

Xie Ting thought to himself, maybe there is something unspeakable, thinking of this, he thought of another character, a real maggot with stiff edges.

"Let's find a time to meet Frontier."

Hearing the nightmare-like name, Bian Jing frowned and asked, "Why do you want to see him?"

The afternoon sun was a bit fierce that day, and the bully of No. [-] Middle School was even stronger than the sun.

"It's nothing, I want to fight."

"..."