suppress his susceptibility period

The young man's voice was clear, deliberately lowered to an uncommon softness, only the teasing tone was the same as usual.

The dots of light chopped up by the branches jumped down from the tip of his nose, splashing golden light all over the table.

Contradictory laziness and vitality are wonderfully blended in him, and they are vividly displayed.

Shen Xiuran narrowed his eyes.

Letting go of his hand, he gave him a rare response - almost invisibly rolled his eyelids.

"yan?"

He uttered a syllable in a low voice, and his tone was somewhat unclear.

Yo, the withdrawn little boy actually paid attention to him.

Is the sun coming out west?

Jiang Lu felt strange, straightened up and opened his mouth to say something——

"Jiang Wang, what are you doing?"

After finishing the call, Lao Wang returned to the podium and pointed at him from a distance: "Let you write by yourself, why are you disturbing others?"

Jiang Huang withdrew his hand, with an innocent face: "I'm not disturbing, there's a word that's too difficult to write, I'll ask the class monitor."

Shen Xiuran turned back indifferently, staying out of the matter.

"Write silently and ask the class monitor, what about the college entrance examination?" The gully between Lao Sun's brows deepened over time.

One is a good student who is not good at speaking, and the other is a monkey who hasn't given a house for three days.

Almost without hesitation, he pointed all the finger at Jiang Huang: "When you take the exam in June next year, you also want to bring the monitor with you to accompany you in the exam?"

"Wow, isn't that just cheating? I'm so happy."

Jiang Jule said: "But the invigilator shouldn't agree, right? Will he?"

"What a fart, pass you a hollow pillow, you bastard is really daydreaming."

Lao Sun disliked the babbling, and then thought of something, and wrinkled his nose together: "Wait, is there a word that is too difficult? Which word do you say?"

"Yan." Jiang Jue said confidently: "There are too many strokes and the structure is too complicated, I didn't remember it."

This word in this article? ? ?

Lao Sun quickly went through the content written silently in his head, with a strange expression: "What did you write?"

Walking towards Jiang Lu while talking, stopped in the aisle and bent down to have a look——

"Tsk, brat, what did you write then!"

Old Sun raised his hand angrily and slapped Jiang Huan on the top of the head.

However, there was a lot of thunder and little rain, and I was not willing to use my strength. The anger was all in the words: "I asked to write "The Widow in the Country", and you are here to write "Three Gorges" for me? You are about to take the college entrance examination, not the high school entrance examination. !"

The others didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and several of them couldn't hold back their laughter when they heard this, and quickly covered their mouths to prevent the fish from being affected.

Jiang Lu suddenly realized.

Oh, no wonder Shen Xiuran talked to him just now, because when he asked him how to write the word "巘", he knew he had made a mistake.

Don't correct it, it's not righteous.

"Sorry, teacher."

Jiang Wang skillfully put on an expression of acknowledgment, with full marks for sincerity: "It's because I didn't listen carefully to your homework last week, so I'll rewrite it right away, "The Widows Are in the Country", right? I know this well, give me 5 minutes , I'll show you right away in 5 minutes!"

"Of course it will be rewritten!"

Lao Sun knocked on his desktop loudly: "Not only do you have to write, but you also have to copy the original text ten times for me, and hand it over to the monitor for inspection before the lunch break. If you miss one time, your leg will be broken!"

... ten times? ? ?

Jiang Huang was startled, his face turned grim, and he tried to reason: "Didn't you say it five times? Teacher, you can't sit on the ground and raise the price, it's not authentic."

Old Sun bit his cheek, his hands were itchy and wanted to beat him up again.

"One article five times, two articles ten times, is there a problem?!"

...It can still be counted like this.

Jiang Lu looked dejected: "Oh."

All right, it's not just sitting on the ground and raising the price, he's rushing to deliver the deal himself.

Sparse laughter broke out, Lao Sun turned his head and looked around, caught a boy whose shoulders were shaking like a sieve, and tried to scare the monkeys: "Xu Yunjia, go to the blackboard and teach Jiang Huang how to write the word '巘'."

Severe shoulder shaking disease was cured instantly.

Xu Yunjia was caught off guard, and raised his head in disbelief and pointed at the tip of his nose: "Me?"

Old Sun: "Yes, you, go up."

The corner of Xu Yunjia's mouth twitched, innocent and cowardly: "Teacher, I can't either."

"I won't still laugh so happily." Old Sun snorted coldly: "Just like him, ten times."

Xu Yunjia: "..."

Lao Wang returned to the podium with his hands behind his back: "Tomorrow, I will silently write "Three Gorges" in Chinese class. I will memorize the word '巘' by heart. Anyone who makes a mistake will copy the whole text thirty times."

Class three: "..."

day dog.

And, Brother Jiang is really awesome.

With one's own strength, the group wiped out the whole class.

Jiang Wang didn't have time to feel guilty, he was very busy, busy copying the essay ten times, busy doubting life.

The copybook was nearly finished, and half a page was not enough.

Turning the little head belonging to "Heavenly Chosen Alpha" a little, he put down the copybook, and took out a stack of post-it notes and placed them on the table.

It is square and square, and the area is just enough to squeeze the next article, but it is not easy to let go when writing, and it feels like hands are tied.

It's hard for him to copy very happily.

There are four classes between the morning and the lunch break, and there are four class breaks including the morning self-study. Excluding a large class that requires running exercises, there are three remaining classes, which totals half an hour.

Not big enough.

But it doesn't matter, he has two brushes in cursive writing.

Write an article, tear off one piece, knead it into a ball and put it on the corner of the table, and then continue to write the next one...

In the fourth English class, there were exactly ten paper balls, no more, no less, neatly piled up on the table.

Jiang Huang shook his sore wrist, looked up at the teacher, at the back of his head at the front table, and then at the small hill of paper balls, the corners of his mouth began to turn up at a constant speed.

thump—

A soft sound.

Shen Xiuran withdrew his gaze from the podium and landed on an extra ball of paper on the table.

thump—

Another one.

In a small white ball, it rolled slowly twice, and stopped sadly after being blocked by books.

Shen Xiuran only stared at it for two seconds, and soon, he looked up at the podium again.

His expression was cold, his eyes didn't even flicker, and he turned a blind eye to the tricks of the troublemaker at the back table.

Jiang Yu was a little sleepy.

He yawned and fiddled with the ball of paper with his chin propped up.

The teacher turned to write on the blackboard, and he raised his hand and threw one forward.

I don't think it's annoying, and I don't think others think it's annoying. The key point is that the accuracy is good. Several paper balls have been "airlifted", and none of them missed.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and there was only one last ball left on the table.

The students who had worked hard all morning rushed to the cafeteria like tired birds returning home. Chi Wei sat in front of the door and stood up to urge them to move faster.

Jiang Jue stretched and stood up, took the only ball of paper left in his hand and tossed it. When passing by Shen Xiuran, it was placed in the center of his desk with a sense of ceremony.

"Here, brother Shen."

He called him in a joking tone, smiling with laziness born of sleepiness: "Remember to read the love poem written by Xiaojiang for you."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the door dangling with his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, but Chi Wei suddenly jumped up and hooked his shoulders, making his figure crooked.

Facing the direction of the sun, she is thin, pure and full of vigor.

Shen Xiuran withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and unfolded the balls of paper one by one, without rushing.

The body of the paper was covered with wrinkles, one side was full of ghostly symbols that even the gods could not understand, and the other side had a single word written on it.

Probably because he was afraid that he would not be able to understand, the words were written very neatly and clearly.

He looked at it blankly, until the last one unfolded, and there was a soft call from the door.

"Squad leader, are you in a hurry to have lunch?" Zhang Lin asked him in a low voice standing at the door.

Shen Xiuran raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Lin walked in and said, "Mr. Sun said that if you are not in a hurry, you should go to his office first. There is a document for transferring student information that needs to be filled out quickly, and it will be handed in in the afternoon."

"En." Shen Xiuran stood up: "I'll go over now."

Zhang Lin said again: "Oh, by the way, Teacher Sun also asked Brother Jiang if you handed in the ten copies? If you hand it in, let me check it for you first, so as not to delay your lunch break due to too many things."

Shen Xiuran glanced down at a small stack of papers on the table.

Qu Zhi tapped the table with his knuckles: "These are troublesome."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't bother."

"Give it back to him after checking, or just throw it away, don't give it to me again."

"what?"

Shen Xiuran didn't explain much, and went out quickly.

Zhang Lin lowered her head in a daze, and flipped through the stack of sticky notes, both speechless and funny.

All right, it's a boring thing that their third class of treasures can do.

Resigned to his fate and returned to his seat, he struggled to decipher the free and easy handwriting on it, read it three times, and soon discovered the little mystery on the back of the note.

You, look, really.

Three words, without beginning and end, like a code word left on purpose, and a little mysterious.

Zhang Lin became curious, turned over all the remaining sticky notes, found out the written ones and pieced them together into a sentence, read them word by word, and opened her mouth in a daze, looking stunned.

The handwriting on the back is clear and meaningful, with two punctuation marks, no more, no less, exactly ten sheets.

Like a newborn calf, the writer is close to the abyss without knowing the depth, and the content of a few words is casual and straightforward, with a bit of a child's bad teasing and not afraid of death:

Brother, your earlobes are so pretty.

The author has something to say:

Ran Zai: If you want to boast, just say it yourself, what is written on paper is nothing.

Sister Jiang smiled: OK, brother, your earlobes are so pretty~

Ran Zai: The location is wrong.

Jiang Mei:?

No paw pinched meow?hum