Attack him ahead of time crazy [rebirth]

Deskmate?

Jiang Chen felt that he heard the funniest joke this year early in the morning.

Yan Fei wants to be at the same table with him?

Either he was hallucinating, or Yan Fei had a fever.

"Okay, stop making trouble, class is about to start." Jiang Chen sighed helplessly, "Do you want to eat fried dough sticks? Do you want to drink soy milk?"

Yan Fei thought for a while, then reached out to pick up the soy milk in Jiang Chen's hand: "I have breakfast, let's have some soy milk, thank you."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Why do you have such a big face, please be polite, are you serious?

Yan Fei bit the straw and began to drink soy milk, and opened the textbook on the table by the way, as if I was going to set up camp here.

The students in the class all looked over when they heard the movement here, and they were quite curious about the fact that Yan Fei suddenly sat in Jiang Chen's seat.

Meng Xi and Jiang Suning looked at each other in surprise, what is Yan Fei going to do?

Even though Meng Xi and Yan Fei grew up together, they couldn't guess what Yan Fei was thinking at this time.

Did Yan Fei suddenly fall in love with Jiang Chen's seat?

Didn't that just follow Jiang Chen's wish?

Sure enough, Meng Xi saw Jiang Chen straighten up, carrying his schoolbag, went directly to Yan Fei's original seat and sat down, and by the way, stretched comfortably. The air in this seat can circulate a lot, which is refreshing.

The next second, Meng Xi watched Yan Fei pick up his textbook and walk over to sit beside Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen bit half of the fritters and froze his movements.

Yan Fei said: "If you want to sit here, then we will sit here. Please help me bring my book back."

Jiang Chen: "..."

I move you uncle.

Okay, if you want to fight, then he will accompany you to the end.

Class [-] saw Jiang Chen return to his place, Yan Fei followed, Jiang Chen went to Yan Fei's place, Yan Fei followed again...

Repeat this back and forth several times.

Yan Fei was very patient, and he didn't show any anger on his face after such a toss, but Jiang Chen's face was getting uglier and uglier.

In the end, Jiang Chen couldn't take it anymore, grabbed Yan Fei's arm and pushed him against the back wall.

Yan Fei's back was pressed against the blackboard on the back wall, and Jiang Chen put one hand on his side, warning him with serious eyes: "Yan Fei, my patience is limited, don't push yourself further."

Yan Fei moved his body to make himself more comfortable, and then said lightly, "Jiang Chen, I'm running out of patience, so don't push yourself too hard."

The smell of gunpowder between the two burst out instantly, and there seemed to be sparks crackling between the four eyes. If someone struck a match, this place might explode right away.

"What are you doing here if you don't study early?" Lao Song's voice suddenly sounded.

"During the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling used fishing as their occupation. They walked along the river, forgetting the distance of the road..."

"abandon, abandon, abandon, give up, let go, let go..."

……

The sound of reading was heard one after another in the class, Yan Fei glanced at Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen approached Yan Fei, and lowered his voice: "Scholar, don't do it."

Before Jiang Chen got up, Yan Fei quickly walked to Jiang Chen's original position and sat down.

Lao Song's eyeballs almost popped out, what's going on?

Seeing Yan Fei's tenacity, Jiang Chen sighed. The two of them had been arguing all morning like children playing house, and Xueba was quite persistent. Jiang Chen had no doubt that if he went to Yan Fei's seat now, Yan Fei would be in front of him Lao Song's face followed.

Forget it, just bear with it.

Young Master Jiang, who never knew what tolerance was, was forced to sit beside Yan Fei.

Jiang Chen occupies two tables by himself. He always sits on the side near the corridor. Because his legs are long, this side is more comfortable. His legs can extend into the corridor, and the table near the window is placed by him in various ways. Books and sundries, and now that Yan Fei took his seat, he could only sit on the side near the window.

It's just... quite frustrating.

Seeing them sitting together, Lao Song felt that his eyes might be dazzled, so he deliberately closed his eyes and opened them again. He was indeed right, No.1 from the third-level department and No.1 from the bottom were sitting together.

Lao Song clutched his chest in pain and was about to go to find Yan Fei, when the class teacher next door called him in a low voice: "Lao Song, the meeting is on."

Lao Song stopped walking, so he could only go to the meeting first, and then ask Yan Fei to understand the situation when he came back.

Xueba students may be threatened.

Seeing Lao Song gone, Yan Fei took the soy milk just now and continued to drink.

"What on earth do you want?" Jiang Chen is used to wantonly living in the house, and he is not used to living in it all of a sudden. He doesn't know where to put his long legs, and he can easily touch Yan Fei's legs when he moves.

"Why not, let you enter the top 35 in the class, the top [-] is even better." Yan Fei said without raising his head.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and decided to understand Yan Fei's thoughts from the source: "Why are you so obsessed with my study?"

Yan Fei thought for a while, then turned his head to look at him: "I've always had a dream these two days."

Jiang Chen: "????"

"I dreamed that ten years later you would become an uneducated beggar. You went to beg at my door, crying with snot and tears, saying that if you could study hard back then, you would not have been so miserable."

Jiang Chen: "!!!!!!"

"You still hugged my leg and asked me to help you. If I can help you, you will repay me in the next life."

Jiang Chen: "..."

You are afraid that you are seriously ill.

Jiang Chen couldn't understand Xueba's brain circuit, so he simply ignored him, took out his Nokia mobile phone and started playing Tetris.

He was absent-minded while playing the game, and the faint smell of washing powder on the person next to him seemed to disappear. He couldn't help but want to see what the person next to him was doing.

Why did he beg for nothing to be at the same table with him?

dream?

What a liar.

why?

Jiang Chen quit Tetris and sent a text message to Nan Qing.

Soon Nan Qing replied: He may have a crush on you.

Jiang Chen was speechless: Get out.

Yan Fei has a crush on him?

Unless it rains red.

Jiang Chen turned his head to look at the sunny sky outside the window. He might never wait for the red rain in the sky in his life.

It is impossible for Yan Fei to like him.

But it is true that he has a crush on Yan Fei.

Some things are destined to have no results.

He didn't want to go and break Yan Fei, not to mention that Yan Fei was indifferent to him, and he couldn't break it.

Moreover, such an outstanding and dazzling academic master must have a bright future in the future. My sexual orientation, which is not on the stage, insults others.

In the same class, seeing each other every day, occasionally having a fight in the boxing ring, getting up close and personal is the best way Jiang Chen can think of to get along with each other, and it won’t disturb him if he can give him a little sweetness from this obscure crush. The life of a top student.

But now what?

Why did Xueba still fight him?

If this continues, he can't guarantee that he won't do something else beyond his control.

Jiang Chen looked out the window and sighed quietly, Yan Fei, Yan Fei, don't force me, there is no bottom line for scumbags.

Jiang Chen sighed at the window.

No one understands the pain of secret love.

Before the morning self-study was over, before Meng Xi came over, Jiang Chen had already arrived at Meng Xi's desk, curled his index finger and tapped on the table: "Go and get your Xueba away from me, or don't blame me for being rude to you." .”

Meng Xi: "..."

Who are you threatening?

After Jiang Chen left the classroom, Meng Xi came to Yan Fei's desk.

"Why are you sitting at the same table with him?" Meng Xi went to touch Yan Fei's forehead, but Yan Fei avoided him, but Meng Xi didn't care if he touched it, "Don't be too hard on yourself, the last year of high school is very important. , don't delay yourself just to fight Jiang Chen."

"It's okay." Yan Fei said, "A few days ago, I dreamed that the Bodhisattva told me that if I want to do well in the college entrance examination, I must do good deeds, such as influencing a scumbag who has gone astray."

Yan Fei spoke in a serious manner, with serious eyebrows and eyes, Meng Xi was shocked by him, and asked in disbelief, "Do you believe this?"

"I don't really believe it. After all, I'm an atheist, but the college entrance examination is too important." Yan Fei said, "It's better to believe what's there or not to believe what's not, just in case, isn't it?"

Meng Xi's mother prayed to gods and worshiped Buddha at home every day, and went to the temple to fulfill her vows every so often. Meng Xi was fascinated by it. Although he said he didn't believe it, he heard Yan Fei say this, and his heart became active: "You said that I also influenced a , can I take one in the college entrance examination next year?"

Yan Fei thought for a while: "Go to bed at night and try to see if you can dream of a Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva in my dream said that only a top student can influence others. You... don't seem to be up to the mark."

Meng Xi was shocked and returned to her seat. Sure enough, people favored by God are good-looking and have high IQs. His kind is just a muddy idea thrown out by Nuwa when she created humans.

Yan Fei sighed, there is no cure for the severe patients of Silly Baitian, and Meng Xi is still a silly Baitian ten years later.

When Lao Song finished the meeting, he happened to be practicing between classes. Yan Fei stood in the last row lazily stretching his arms and moving his legs. What he did was called perfunctory.

Lao Song pretended not to see him, and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Come on, Yan Fei, let's have a chat."

Yan Fei followed Lao Song to the shaded place by the playground, Yan Fei knew what Lao Song was going to talk to him, so he was very calm.

The restless old Song cut straight to the point: "Yan Fei, tell the teacher if you offended Jiang Chen, so he forced you, don't be afraid, tell the teacher, the teacher will decide for you."

"No, teacher." Yan Fei shook his head, "I just want to repay you."

"?????" Lao Song was stunned, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"The teacher has been very kind to me and helped me a lot in the past two years, but I have not been able to share the class affairs for the teacher. I feel very guilty, so I want to find an opportunity to repay you. Jiang Chen, as the last student in the whole grade One, lowering the average score in the class will definitely have a bad influence on you, so I decided to help him study, let him improve, and no longer drag the class back."

Lao Song thought about it and didn't think it was this reason.

Lao Song felt that this student did not hurt him in vain, and he knew that he loved him.

Lao Song patted Yan Fei on the shoulder in relief, and said softly, "You don't need to worry about these things. Our teacher has also discussed Jiang Chen. He wants to help him improve his studies. If he can't, he will be a physical education student. It’s okay, the score line for sports students is slightly lower, so you won’t fail to learn, as for you, you just study hard and don’t let these things affect you.”

"No." Yan Fei shook his head resolutely, "Teacher, don't worry, I will improve Jiang Chen's academic performance, and I will definitely not leave a stain on your teaching career."

After Yan Fei finished speaking, he turned and ran away without waiting for Lao Song to say anything more.

Lao Song was moved to tears, good student oh good student.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." A choked cough came from across the wall, Lao Song turned around and saw Jiang Chen leaning against the wall eating popsicles, half of his face was covered by a black mask.

"What are you doing here?" Old Song glared at him.

Jiang Chen clicked his tongue: "Teacher, do you believe what Yan Fei said?" Obviously he listened to the whole process.

"I don't care if you believe it or not." Lao Song tried his best to be calm, "Jiang Chen, tell the teacher, did you have any conflicts with Yan Fei, or did you make a bet?"

Jiang Chen sighed, walked up to Lao Song, and patted him on the shoulder: "Old Song... Teacher, how about this, if you can get Yan Fei away from me, I promise that the next monthly exam will not take the whole grade The bottom one, can you take the fifth bottom exam? Raise the average score of the whole class."

Old Song: "...Get lost."

What a crime he did.