Yama

Yan Cheng knew that Wu Zixu liked to bluff, so he asked Wang Xitang to bring him a meal.The mayor brought two lunch boxes into the classroom, one was given to Yan Cheng, and the other was consciously given to Ji Qiao, but when he saw the money that the other party handed over to him the next moment, Wang Xitang was a little stunned.

"This..." What's going on?He looked at Yan Cheng who was on the side.

Yan Cheng took apart the chopsticks without raising his head, "You can take it if I give it to you."

Wang Xitang took it from Ji Qiao's hand and glanced at the odds, "Five yuan more?"

Yan Cheng said, "It counts as running errand expenses."

The mayor, "..."

Afterwards, he silently put the 15 yuan into his pocket, then turned around and left the classroom to find Wu Zixu and the others.

The two people in the classroom were eating the food in front of them. Suddenly, Ji Qiao opened his mouth and asked Yan Cheng, "Do you know... the scope of the exam?"

Yan Cheng was taken aback, "The scope of the exam? Is this monthly exam?"

Ji quietly nodded.

"Afraid of failing the exam?"

Ji Qiao took a piece of beef and chewed it slowly, before saying after a while, "It's what they said."

Yan Cheng understood, and laughed, "That thing... has to be passed on every time, do you believe that class (1) has it?"

Ji Quietly remained silent.

Yan Cheng looked at his shiny lips soaked in oil, and said softly, "Actually, it's not true..."

……

In the afternoon, it was a self-study class of art, and the group headed by Wu Zixu disappeared again, and Yan Cheng was not there either.In his situation, he definitely wouldn't play basketball, but if Young Master Yan was willing to skip class, no one would be able to stop him.Mei Yanyan came once during class break, walked around the door awkwardly and left without seeing the person she wanted to see.

The third math class lasted about ten minutes, and the rest of the disobedient ones had arrived before Yan Cheng wandered back freely. The old bald man was so pissed off by him that he asked him to do problems on the blackboard.Yan Cheng stood by the podium without moving for a while, and the old bald man was about to take out the reprimand he had thought up in his stomach, when he saw Yan Cheng took the chalk and wrote equals at the end, and the answer was 18, Then turn around and step down.

The old bald man's face changed three times, and he said, "You... what are you doing?"

Yan Cheng was very innocent, "I did the question, I wrote the answer, is it wrong?"

The old bald man's blood pressure rose, and he was at a loss for words for a long time, and he said, "Do you know the process, the process, how important the process is!"

Yan Cheng nodded, "Okay, I won't do it."

The old bald man shook his hands, he pointed at Yan Cheng, and finally turned into the whole class, "...you, your attitude towards learning mathematics is wrong, let me tell you..."

What followed was a long and slow education time. After the education, the old bald man satisfactorily made up the problem-solving process one by one, and then spoke earnestly about the answer 18 he made himself.

After finally getting through these two painful math classes, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Before school was over, Yan Cheng threw three books over at Ji Qiao's desk, and when he passed by, he suddenly bent down and said softly, "Look at the red strokes..." When he spoke, the hot air he exhaled happened to brush Ji Qiao's ears, The hair on the side of his face trembled slightly.

Ji Qiao was slightly startled, and when she looked up again, Yan Cheng had already strode out.

Ji Qiao stared at his back in a daze for a while, then lowered her head and slowly packed her schoolbag, and only took out the three books when Niu Yunhai and the people around her were almost gone.At first glance, these three books are actually Yan Cheng's own textbooks, and his signature can be seen on the corner of the cover. The handwriting is much more beautiful than Ji Qiao imagined. It can be seen from the words that this person's character is very straightforward and not sticking to small details.

A book of history, a book of biology, and a book of chemistry, from to to some paragraphs are marked in detail with red pens, and some important points that need attention are noted.

Ji Qiao flipped through the pages, closed the textbook, and put it in her schoolbag.

……

The monthly exam is only three or four days away, because there are desperate elements like Sun Xiaojun in the dormitory, Jiao Jianshuo and Kong Bin, who can't go to the Internet cafe to play games, are also taken to read books or memorize vocabulary.

Every time Ji Qiao waited for most of the people to finish their bath and do their homework, he would go out to take a bath slowly. Usually, he was stuck ten minutes before turning off the hot water. At this time, the public bathroom was relatively empty and there would not be too many people. Paying a weird attention salute to his pale skin.

After washing, holding the washbasin and walking to the door, Ji Qiao heard Jiao Jianshuo's unhappy questioning voice from inside the room.

"Who stepped on my shoes like this? Damn you can't walk without eyes?! I just bought it last week, more than 2000. I just cleaned it in the morning and only wore it once. Now it's all deflated!"

No one spoke.

It wasn't until Jiao Jianshuo yelled twice that Sun Xiaojun replied, "Anyway, it's not me...I've come back later than you every day for the past two days."

"Is that you!?" Jiao Jianshuo asked again.

The first-year student said, "How could this be my shoe print?" This guy usually loves to wear sandals, and only in physical education class can he rarely change into a pair suitable for sports.Jiao Jianshuo looked like he was stepped on by sneakers.

It wasn't Sun Xiaojun, it wasn't the first grader, they trusted Kong Bin and Jiao Jianshuo, then only He Ping and Ji Qiao were left.

Jiao Jianshuo asked He Ping, "When did you come back today?"

He Pingdao, "Come back after school."

"You were the only one in the dormitory then?"

He Ping paused, "No." He immediately said, "It shouldn't be him, why did he step on your shoes..." Halfway through the sentence, he didn't seem to feel right, and his voice trailed off, "Even if he stepped on... It must have been careless."

Hearing this, Ji Qiao directly opened the door.

Seeing that it was him, He Ping immediately shut up.

Jiao Jianshuo looked over with a fierce look in his eyes.

Ji quietly looked back at the past.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Ji Qiao's eyes were always warm, but Jiao Jianshuo turned his eyes away first, then threw his shoes on the ground viciously, cursed a word, and went to bed.

Ji Qiao looked at He Ping again, and when He Ping met his eyes, he dodged and turned back the next second.

Ji Qiao didn't say anything, she put down her bathing things and went to the balcony to dry her clothes, then took the three books Yan Cheng gave him from her schoolbag and left the dormitory.

Seeing this, He Ping was a little surprised and asked, "It's so late, you still have to go out?"

Ji Qiao gave a "hmm" and closed the door for them.

He went downstairs, found a place with street lights and sat down, spread out the book and read it seriously, writing while reading.He found that Yan Cheng's entire book was clean except for these marks made with a red pen. He didn't know if he wrote down the notes elsewhere, or he didn't take them seriously at all, only the folds at the corners showed He did use these textbooks.

After such a busy schedule, it was almost eleven o'clock when I came back to my senses.Ji Qiao picked up the things he had written and found a small shop near the school before the dormitory's access control time.

Walk in and say, "I want to print some materials."

……

The next day, when he returned the book to Yan Cheng, Yan Cheng was a little surprised.

"So fast? I'm not in a hurry to use it, you can take your time."

Ji Qiao said, "I've finished watching."

He doesn't need to do exercises anymore, and in addition to noon, it is estimated that the two of them will face each other alone in the morning.

Yan Cheng took the book, "These are the areas that the liberal arts can draw, and the sciences still rely on daily accumulation."

Ji Qiao nodded, "Is the paper ready?"

"Let's go out, it should be able to go out today."

Ji Qiao thought for a while and said, "Thank you..."

Looking at his bland face, Yan Cheng couldn't help laughing.