Get lost warning

When he got home, Jiang Yan dragged his suitcase and opened the door.

"........."

In the scene in front of me, Jiang Yun was sitting on a chair, teasing Jiang Heihei, and several nannies were busy cleaning. They didn't look at Jiang Shiqiu, and they were probably busy with themselves. Su Mu must be in the kitchen.

"Brother!" Jiang Yun saw Jiang Yan and waved at him, making Jiang Baibai so excited that he kept screaming.

Jiang Yan closed the door, and at the porch, "Hiss... I thought you wouldn't be back this week." Jiang Yan said, "Where are your parents?"

Jiang Yun pointed to the kitchen: "Mom is in the kitchen, and Dad is busy with his own."

Jiang Baibai threw himself on Jiang Yan excitedly.

"Stupid dog, don't touch my brother!" Jiang Yun patted Jiang Heibai.

Jiang Yan carried the suitcase and went up to the second floor.

Pushing open the door of the room, I don't know why, the room is both familiar and strange.

Jiang Yan sat on the bed: "..."

If I knew this earlier, why would I come back?

When you come back, look familiar, don't forget people after you haven't seen them for too long.

Shen Xuan is very leisurely, and he has nothing to do to look at the school post bar.

............

[Floor 1639]: Have you heard that someone in the vocational school thought the principal was not pleasing to the eye and slapped the principal twice uh uh uh uh...

[Floor 1640]: That's right, that poor guy was forced to drop out of school just because of this.

[Floor 1641]: I'll go, it's a werewolf.

[Floor 1642]: When did it happen?I have 2G network again.

[Floor 1643]: Just a while ago, I don’t ask you to switch to a network with tens of gigabits or hundreds of gigabytes, but to a 4G network.

[Floor 1644]:......

[Floor 1645]:......

[Floor 1646]:......

[Building 1647]:......Although I don't know what's going on with the bunch of ellipses above, I still want to post a row of ellipses.

"What the hell."

The school post bar is clean of things that have nothing to do with the school.

............

[Floor 1731]: Those two in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School are really sweet. (whispering BB)

[Floor 1732]: Which two? ...Ah, I see, it's so old-fashioned. (whispering BB) Upstairs, aren't you afraid of being beaten?

[Floor 1733]: One grade is the first and the other is the second, uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uhh

............

It's really like people don't read the post.

Pure nonsense.

Wen Sang's stomach has been bad for the past few days, and his complexion is not very good.

I went to the hospital to have a look and ate a bunch of supplements and finally got better.

Wen Sang talked to Shen Xuan and asked a lot of questions.

"How are you at school?"

"pretty good."

"Oh...get along well with your classmates."

"Ah."

............

The answers I got in the end were pretty perfunctory.

What kind of competition was held in the fourth grade of senior high school, with twelve classes in one grade, one question, 10 application problems, and a time of [-] minutes.

This competition is very important. The day before, Mao Yu told each class one by one, and he only taught mathematics from class [-] to class [-].

"Those idiots in class [-] are bragging that their class must be the first in the whole grade, hehehe, I laughed so hard."

"Hehe, that XXX in Class [-] is really cheap."

"In the freshman year of high school, they were blind to BB. Their class was good or bad, hehehe."

"Tsk, it's still the same as before after class division."

...............

Slapping the face every time is a bit too childish.

It was noon on Tuesday. Although it was a competition, it was not very grand.

The papers were passed down one by one.

The sentence "start to solve the problem" is gone.

The two in the back row seemed to be hanging, no, they were hanging, writing questions there as if they had answers in their minds.

Finished with 2 minutes left.

others:"........."

fuck.

There are those who hold their foreheads, those who pinch their fingers, and those who make any gestures.

Paying attention to the character's demeanor, actions, language, etc. can effectively understand the character's psychology.

Mentally it's a mess.

At the moment when the paper was closed, everyone was in a hurry.

"I'll finish writing the last question later!!!"

"Fuck so fast?! I've only written half of it."

"Don't accept it, I haven't finished writing it, I'm sloppy."

..................

Jiang Yan looked at them quietly, "Is this question difficult?" He asked Shen Xuan.

"It's not difficult, otherwise how would you make it." Shen Xuan said.

"Oh."

The moment the paper was collected, it was difficult to express the feelings of the people who hadn't finished writing, but it was as if nothing happened after drinking it.

One by one said:

"Oh, this question is really simple."

"Simple, why didn't you finish writing it, and copied mine?"

"........."

"How did you write the second question of No.30?"

"Who knows, what's the use now after the exam is over."

"I bet three yuan, this time our class is better than class five!"

"I bet ten yuan, the top three in our class!"

"Brother Yan and Brother Xuan are supporting me."

.....................

After class, a group of people gathered around there, and what they were talking about was intense and lively.

The voice was so loud that Director Tan even came.

The first thing I found was a boy who yelled "Here comes the bald man", and the group of people dispersed as if nothing had happened.

I don't know who took the name "Baldy". A few days ago, the whole grade passed it on there, and finally everyone knew the name. There is a reason for the name: Director Tan is bald all the year round.

"Crazy if the teacher isn't here, right?! Where's the monitor? Come up to the front to manage discipline!"

Qiu Ming walked up to the podium obediently.

Jiang Yan whispered to Shen Xuan: "He just envies us for having hair."

"Pfft, aren't you afraid that he will come over and reprimand you after hearing this?"

"Am I right?"

"......"

The papers were finished by noon the next day.

Before the results were released, someone inquired about the gossip.

Class five is abolished.

The full score is [-] points, not even [-] points.

"I know! I also gambled seven dollars with the XXX in the fifth class!

"I feel like I can walk to the door of their classroom right now, kick the door open, and walk up to the podium to tell them the good news."

...............

They are all sophomores and still childish.

As imagined, the average grade of the fourth class is the first in the grade.

Class Five...Class Five No.11.

The fifth class just talked nonsense, but in the end, some people really took it seriously.

Mao Yuna was a big braggart, praising how good Class [-]'s grades were throughout the article.

The posture, the language, and the language teacher have a fight, the kind of compliments without repetition.

Curls are an amazing thing.

"Song Jin... I'll give you money! Where's Song Xin?!" Qiu Ming held a stack of papers in his hand, and handed them out one by one.

"Xiao Ming! I'm here!" Song Xin raised his hand, calling "Xiao Ming" a thief.

Song Xin's name was written at the moment when the paper was about to be collected, but she didn't write the full name because she thought it was troublesome. It's a shame that the teacher didn't beat her up.

You can't tell if you don't look at the name carefully.

Jiang Yan's handwriting is so-called scribbled, no, his words are not as good as the word scribbled.

"Your word..." Shen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Yan's words.

"It's very chic, isn't it?" Jiang Yan was so confident in his handwriting that it actually looked like crawling.

"You're cool, you're quite confident."

"......"

The full score is 59, and the average score of the class is [-].

Class 27 next door... with an average score of [-].

It hurts to pretend to be B and slap your face.

The two classes are very harmonious, the fourth class "loves" the fifth class, and the fifth class "loves" the fourth class.

There will be a sports meeting next Wednesday, and the physical education class will be much older.

Choose this to compete and that to compete.

This sport and that sport can exhaust people, and the physical education teachers who take up classes everywhere are very scary. They discuss with the teachers of various subjects to adjust classes for their own physical education.

He succeeded, he succeeded, and he had to go to a bunch of classes.

Most of the students don't like physical education very much.

In the physical education class, I ran a few laps first, and then played sports here and there.

Do sit-ups, ask a few people to move a pile of mats, and test them in groups of two.

Jiang Yan and Shen Xuan are still together naturally.

Forty in one minute is considered a pass.

It is strange not to be exhausted.

Xuan Xuanzi has good physical strength, forty is nothing.

But Yan Yanzi felt that he was delicate.

The physical education teacher blew his whistle and it started.

A few strands of Shen Xuan's hair were messed up when he got up, lay down and got up again.

After making a dozen or so, Jiang Yan was afraid that he would be tired and put some water.

Finally made "67".

............

The physical education teacher really believed it: "You do sit-ups, who else has done more than 55? If not, just fifty..."

Shen Xuan: "??? What the hell?" He didn't believe it himself.

"I added a few more for you... I'm afraid you'll be tired..." Jiang Yan said.

Shen Xuan: "... I really thank you."

"you are welcome."

"......"

It is impossible not to practice sit-ups.

Go back to the dormitory in the afternoon, finish homework and study, and spread the spare quilt on the floor.

Shen Xuan asked Jiang Yan to help him press his legs.

"you........."

"What's wrong with me?"

"It's nothing."

Shen Xuan sat on the quilt, Jiang Yan crossed his legs, and his legs were just pressing on Shen Xuan's feet.

"Help me count." Shen Xuan said with his hands beside his ears.

Jiang Yan was honest, shrinking his hands, and said "Oh".

"It's not your fault."

"I'm sorry, I was afraid you were tired..."

After doing a few, Jiang Yan leaned over slightly, and Shen Xuan just touched his lips when he came together.

The young man's skin was pale, and the off-white sweater made his complexion even whiter. The hem of the clothes was lifted a little, revealing the young man's slender waist.

Jiang Yan accidentally saw Shen Xuan's exposed waist: "..." Fuck...this waist...