I attacked the god of learning

Xin Zhuo didn't seem to understand what happened now.

The whole person froze.

But he wasn't the only one who was stunned.

Cheng Xinglin next to him was also a little surprised.

The two of them just looked up at the TV above them.

The man who looked almost exactly like Xin Zhuo paused for a while, and said angrily: "I asked you to come to school, not to bully your classmates!"

"You are such an adult, and you still bully your classmates, do you feel ashamed?!"

Normally, Xin Zhuo was strict in tutoring at home, and his father was very angry when he got angry.

Xin Zhuo was trembling all over, and said to the TV: "Dad, I didn't..."

But Xin Zhuo overlooked one thing.

The TV is not a videophone, and his father can't hear him talking here.

So his father paused for a while, and then his expression became colder.

Xin Zhuo's father could not help but give Xin Zhuo an ultimatum: "Hurry up and apologize to your classmates!"

Xin Zhuo's father said loudly: "If you let me know that you didn't apologize to your classmates, I will come to the school to find you in person!"

After saying this, with the black face of Xin Zhuo's father, the TV in front of Cheng Xinglin and Xin Zhuo instantly went dark.

The small balcony fell into an eerie silence.

It was as if his father hadn't appeared at all just now.

Xin Zhuo and Cheng Xinglin stood in front of the TV with dazed faces for a while, Xin Zhuo turned his head first, and glanced at Cheng Xinglin who was standing there just like him.

The quarrel made people's fathers quarrel or something.

Cheng Xinglin felt a little confused.

But when Xin Zhuo looked at him, Cheng Xinglin stiffened instantly.

"Your father asked you to apologize to me."

Xin Zhuo: "..."

It is also impossible for Xin Zhuo to really apologize to Cheng Xinglin.

But at that moment, he suddenly thought of a question——

The school's audio equipment is usually connected to one piece, and it can be heard from one place to one floor.

Then, what his father said by name just now, did everyone else on this floor hear it? !

Xin Zhuo was taken aback by the terrifying thought.

He glanced at Cheng Xinglin, and ran back without caring about him.

Cheng Xinglin looked at his back as he ran away.

Smiling, he poured out his cup of boiling hot water, and went to the water dispenser to get new warm water.

He took the warm water and took a sip when suddenly the phone rang again.

Cheng Xinglin didn't even need to look at it, he raised his hand and took it directly.

Cheng Xinglin: "Xingshu, you're back, I'll tell you something really funny."

Cheng Xinglin didn't ask Future Jian why the trip was interrupted just now.

Anyway, the communication in this new time is also a new technology, and it is normal to be intermittent sometimes.

"What's so funny?" Future Jianxing asked with a smile.

"How to say this." Cheng Xinglin said, "It's Xin Zhuo, you know?"

Future Jianxing: "I know."

Cheng Xinglin: "This mentally handicapped person just came here to provoke me. His mouth was dirty, but somehow his father found out. The TV in front of us was turned on. He was criticized by his father and asked him to apologize to me. .”

"Did he apologize in the end?" Future Jian Xing asked.

"No, he was afraid that the whole school would hear his father lecture him, so he went out to watch." Cheng Xinglin said, "I didn't have time."

"The whole school heard it, and it really didn't."

"How do you know?" Cheng Xinglin asked, taking another sip from the water glass.

He had just put the saliva into his mouth when he heard Jian Xing in the future answer calmly: "Because that's not his father, that's the future Xin Zhuo."

·

Cheng Xinglin: "Cough..."

Cheng Xinglin: "Cough cough cough cough——!!!!"

……What?

Cheng Xinglin almost choked on a sip of water and couldn't get it down.

After a heart-piercing cough, he finally straightened up wiping the corners of his mouth, facing the phone, and asked an extremely inconceivable question—"Damn it?!"

——So the future Jian Xing suddenly disconnected just now, it's not because the communication status is bad at all.

Instead, he went to find the future Xin Zhuolu...to record a video? ? ?

I scold myself.

This is too showy.

The bamboo shoots of giant pandas will be taken away by running script.

Cheng Xinglin thought of this, and buried his head in the drinking fountain.

The whole shoulder is shaking.

In the future, Jian Xing did not feel much better when he heard Cheng Xinglin's suppressed smile.

His voice was still a little displeased, and he said to Cheng Xinglin, "You just said that he didn't apologize to you, right?"

"Hahahaha, he's too late."

Future Jianxing said in a deep voice, "Well, if he doesn't apologize by this afternoon, this video will appear on the biggest LED screen in our school."

"No, no, no." Cheng Xinglin said quickly, "It's not necessary, it's not necessary, don't worry, I'll look for him in person later, and I have to apologize today."

"Xiao Lin." Future Jian Xing paused and asked, "I think you are soft-hearted, you want to let him go."

"There's no need to let it go, believe in the strength of the school bully, OK?" Cheng Xinglin said.

"But running script, I suddenly thought of a question." After helping Xin Zhuo prevent his social death, Cheng Xinglin asked again.

"You ask." Future Jianxing said.

"That's right, why would Xinzhuo help you make this kind of video in the future?" Cheng Xinglin asked, "Do you have a good relationship with him in the future?"

In fact, whether you ask this question or not, the answer should be the same.

After all, if the relationship is not strong, it would be strange to ask others to help record this kind of video.

However, thinking of Xin Zhuo and Jian Xing's good relationship in the future, Cheng Xinglin is also in a strange mood.

Although it is said that the past is fleeting, he is the big brother and shouldn't care about so many things, but...

Jian Xing over there seemed to understand what he meant, and after a moment of silence, he let out a soft laugh.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "You laugh at me, that's too dishonest."

"Little friend." Future Jian Xing asked with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...not at all."

Cheng Xinglin: "I just care about Jian Xing's social circle in the future, and see who I have to help him socialize with every day."

"Oh." Future Jianxing said, "Yes, Xin Zhuo and I have become very good friends in the future."

Cheng Xinglin: "..." Really.

Jian Xing in the future: "I will have a drink on Friday night every week, and talk about the frontier together."

Cheng Xinglin: "..." It doesn't have to be so detailed.

Future Jianxing: "Do you think it's possible?"

That's the fact, do you think it's possible...

Cheng Xinglin suddenly reacted.

He suddenly realized - on the other side of the phone, when Jian Xing said these words in the future, there was an irrepressible smile in his voice.

Obviously just to tease him! ! !

"Are you kidding me?!" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"Stupid." Future Jian Xing said, "If you think about it, you will know."

The next moment, Future Jianxing's voice sank.

The sound effect like the steady bass of a cello is engulfed by the sound of electricity traveling through time and space, and reaches Cheng Xinglin's eardrums.

He asked in a low voice: "The person who bullied you, do you think I will become good friends with him?"

·

Well, it seems to be.

Cheng Xinglin grasped the water dispenser with his fingers slightly, and his face was reflected in the stainless steel material, showing a smile that couldn't be concealed.

Cheng Xinglin also smiled a little, and then asked: "Then you are not good friends, why did he cooperate with you to shoot this video?"

"Because he asked for something from me." Future Jianxing said.

"Why is there anything I want from you?"

"Xin Zhuo in the future is an associate professor at a secondary school next to my research institute. In order to be a professor, he has an important article to publish recently." Jian Xing in the future is at ease, "And his data and research require I help."

Future Jianxing: "So, I asked him to record with a piece of paper, and he did."

Cheng Xinglin thought about it. In the future, Xin Zhuo would be forced to put on a suit, and act out a state of "outrageous anger" in front of the camera of the mobile phone, and carry out the work that I scolded myself.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't help laughing.

LOL.

If you don't call it out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

Cheng Xinglin still didn't understand: "But how did this video get cast on our school's TV?"

"Rely on some of Pan Yangwen's hacking techniques."

Oh.

Cheng Xinglin remembered.

Pan Yangwen is a person who engages in OI (Information Technology Competition). In the future, he will help Jian Xing break through their school's very weak network defense line, and it will be too easy to cast a screen.

For some reason, Cheng Xinglin suddenly remembered the days when they were in Happy Valley where Pan Yangwen came to deliver posters.

Unexpectedly, so many years have passed.

Pan Shen is still the strongest tool man!

Cheng Xinglin wanted to chat with Future Jianxing, but before he knew it, the preparation bell had already rang.

Cheng Xinglin bid farewell to the future Jian Xing, saying that we will talk next time.

Cheng Xinglin just hung up the phone and walked out of the small balcony. When he went out, he saw Xin Zhuo grabbing a boy's shoulder and asked in horror, "Did you see what was on the TV just now?!"

"No... no wow." The boy was caught inexplicably, his eyes filled with shock.

Xin Zhuo heard what he said, but still didn't believe it, pinched his shoulder and asked again: "Are you sure, you didn't lie to me?!"

"It's really not wow." The boy was about to cry, "President, are you okay? Are you all right?"

Xin Zhuo looked devastated, his cute, refreshing and well-behaved appearance couldn't hold back anymore.

No wonder the boy asked him with a horrified expression if he was okay.

Xin Zhuo is fine, but Cheng Xinglin is.

Cheng Xinglin laughed and passed away.

Cheng Xinglin smiled and returned to his classroom.

Throwing the cup on the table, Cheng Xinglin couldn't stop the smile on his face.

Hang Yitong saw the smile on his face since he came in.

Although he didn't know what Cheng Xinglin was laughing at, Hang Yitong couldn't help laughing with him.

Hang Yitong laughed more exaggeratedly than Cheng Xinglin, and wiped away tears while laughing: "Brother Lin, you are in a good mood today."

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin said, "I met a clown playing tricks and showed me, haha."

"Who is it?" Hang Yitong became interested.

"President of the Student Union, Xin Zhuo." Cheng Xinglin said.

"He." Luo Yueyue also knew about it, "He just went out to the bathroom, he seemed crazy, it's quite funny to catch people outside and ask if he saw TV or something."

"He's a kind of person who has lost his mind and is crazy. It's better to be crazy now. I've been unhappy with him for a long time!" Luo Yueyue said.

Several people chatted for a while, and when Xin Zhuo's joke spread to the whole classroom, the class bell rang.

As the class bell rang, a tall girl in a very flowing fairy dress walked into their classroom in a sliding manner.

The girl who came in was their Chinese teacher, named Mi Qing.

Mi Qing has one-eighth of Xinjiang blood. She has a straight nose and big eyes. She is so beautiful that she feels like she could become a star in the entertainment industry.

And also very good at dressing.

According to incomplete statistics.

There are at least fifty fairy-like skirts in Mi Qing's closet, which can guarantee that the whole spring will not be the same.

Mi Qing walked into the classroom and went straight to Cheng Xinglin.

"Wow, you are so handsome." Mi Qing said, "I should have cut my hair a long time ago. The teacher is very sorry that I have not discovered your true appearance after teaching you for so long--next time the teacher will take you to buy Clothes."

"Miss Mi, we also want ahhhh."

"ODK." Mi Qing gestured an "OK", "Next time we will form a shopping group to buy clothes together, let's go shopping--Okay, then everyone take out the Chinese textbooks, before class, the cultural and entertainment committee will Give us 2 minutes first."

The cultural and entertainment committee members are also the representatives of the Chinese class in their class.

She is also a very beautiful girl, but she is not related to Mi Qing. Mi Qing is a pure fairy, and the cultural and entertainment committee member is a type of hot girl.

If it wasn't for the fear of making the moral education director so angry that she would have a heart attack, her skirt could be [-] centimeters shorter.

When Mi Qing cue saw it, the cultural and entertainment committee member immediately walked to the podium.

"Dear family members, dear friends, we are here today to—"

"Celebrating our good friend Gu Li's birthday?" Luo Yueyue answered from below.

"It's not good." The cultural and entertainment committee member said angrily, "It's to talk about this cultural festival party that we will end registration today!"

The cultural and entertainment committee member said, throwing a stack of registration forms on the table.

At the same time, Mi Qing also helped her open the promotional poster of the Cultural Festival Gala on the projection screen.

The cultural and entertainment committee member rolled up his sleeves and was very excited: "Family and friends, as a class whose family background is inversely proportional to grades, I think we should show our cultural strength, and use the courage to compete with the God of Heaven to take Show some color to other classes!"

The cultural and entertainment committee member slapped the table and asked domineeringly: "Nimeng said I was right!"

amount.

Ok.

what……

Facing the excitement of the cultural and entertainment committee members, the students below silently opened their books with a sudden love of learning.

With this action, he expressed a "you're not right" attitude towards the entertainment committee.

Luo Yueyue also lowered her head, and whispered to Cheng Xinglin: "I don't think our class has much cultural strength. Even if it does, it is mainly reflected in the three points of Jianwang Sanhua, the king's pesticide circling, and stimulating the battlefield to fight planes." superior."

Hang Yitong also nodded quietly in front.

Their class is not even an art class, their class is purely a scumbag class.

Those who are willing to take the artistic route have already been assigned to the art class and the music class to take the professional route.

Anyway, I won't sink in class 27.

If you want to ask what is the advantage of their class... it might be the family background.

Parents hope that they can grow up happily and not cause trouble, so the whole class is following this route.

The combination of various reasons led to the fact that their class had already passed the first year of high school.

But not even a class collective or individual award.

A veritable scum to the end.

The cultural and entertainment committee member was about to cry. A 1.7-meter-zero cool girl was standing on the podium, holding her own flyer very pitifully.

If she can, she'll do it herself.

But she made a huge ugly on stage before, and her psychological shadow has not been cured yet.

So she really can't get in.

However, she really hopes that Class 27 can reverse the impression of being a scumbag in the eyes of others.

So as soon as this event came out, she began to lobby one by one.

It was just lobbying to the end, but still no one signed up.

"Really, try it if you have the ability, it's really not difficult." The cultural and entertainment committee looked at everyone who bowed their heads, and finally struggled.

Mi Qing: "That, Xiaoyun, or..." Forget it.

In fact, Mi Qing didn't have great expectations for someone from class 27 to sign up just now.

It's just that the cultural and entertainment committee insisted on trying, so she let her try.

"It's really not difficult..." the entertainment committee member choked up.

Cheng Xinglin sighed.

I don't even know where I got the courage from.

But in the silent classroom where everyone's heads were buried, Cheng Xinglin still raised his hand and waved to the cultural and entertainment committee: "Give me a copy of the registration form."

"I come."

·

"Brother Lin!!!" Luo Yueyue went crazy instantly, she rushed over and grabbed Cheng Xinglin's throat, ruaing his hair, "It has to be you!"

Hang Yitong: "I know it!!! I know it!!! I know it!!!"

"Brother Lin, you don't have to do anything to go up, this face has won!!"

The classroom erupted instantly.

During the process of being read by Luo Yue, Cheng Xinglin thought in a daze——his classmates, this group of people, just now, definitely slapped him in the face! !

Otherwise, I wouldn't react so quickly and jump up and make trouble with him.

However, no one asked Cheng Xinglin to go alone.

Just like everyone bowed their heads in silence just now, and no one stabbed the enthusiastic cultural and entertainment committee member on the stage-"Why don't you go by yourself".

That is, the scumbags return to the scumbags.

But their class can't do things like doing to others what they don't want.

Everyone will just be silent together, and then play a game silently together.

Happy every day.

The cultural and entertainment committee member really cried this time, but she wiped away her tears tenaciously, rushed down, and put a registration form in front of Cheng Xinglin: "Thank you."

"I'm in the limelight." Cheng Xinglin smiled, "Why are you thanking me?"

However, Cheng Xinglin was still a little guilty. He said to the cultural and entertainment committee and everyone: "However, I don't guarantee the performance of the show. It might be embarrassing. Don't come and watch it."

"No!!! Wouldn't it be good!!" The cultural and entertainment committee disagreed, "Don't worry, even if you lose face, there must be [-] girls waiting to pick you up. Hey, I bet alone, skr~"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He didn't feel comforted.

Cheng Xinglin looked down at the registration form, and the entertainment committee squatted next to him to guide.

Everyone in the classroom was praising Cheng Xinglin commercially, and it was a bit noisy, so Mi Qing smiled and yelled a few times in a low voice, controlled the volume within the normal range, and left everyone alone.

This group of people "played" her class into an inter-class mode, and Mi Qing was not angry, and went to adjust the PPT with a particularly good temper, and planned to wait until they were over before going to class.

However, although the volume of their class has been controlled by Mi Qing.

But the explosion just now still aroused the dissatisfaction of the teacher next door.

One minute later, their front door was pushed open by the teacher next door, very displeased: "Mi Qing, can your class be quieter?"

"Sorry..." Mi Qing was about to apologize immediately.

"Really." The teacher next door muttered softly, "It's okay to have poor academic performance, and the quality of students is also poor..."

Although the whispering sound is very small.

But Mi Qing's hearing is at the level of a king.

She heard it all at once.

If they made a mistake in class, then apologize and keep a low voice.

Personal attacks are a bit too much, right?

The smile on Mi Qing's face just now became even brighter. She apologized and said to the teacher at the door: "It's not good to keep your voice down."

"Look." Mi Qing pointed to the three big characters "Jiangjinjiu" on the ppt, and said innocently, "Our class is going into Jiujiu——Jiangjinjiu, we must have the kind of momentum to give up— —Come on, children, 'You must be happy when you are happy in life, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon' the next sentence together."

The people in class 27 didn't know why they suddenly "don't make the golden cup empty face the moon".

I just thought it was to show off their excellent recitation skills.

The Chinese textbook I just opened to escape reality happened to be in "Will Enter the Wine"

So everyone memorized or read, and faced the teacher at the door in unison: "I am born with talents that will be useful, and if the money is gone, it will come back!"

The teacher in the next class: "..."

The teacher in the class next door has never seen such a group of hooligans.

Just when Mi Qing walked towards her, he gave Mi Qing a very unhappy look: "What do you mean, don't go too far"

"I'm too much, what about you?" Mi Qing smiled and saw off the guests at the door, "I hate personal attacks the most."

Afraid that Cheng Xinglin would regret it, the cultural and entertainment committee watched him fill out the registration form, and then took the form away.

If not out of respect for Mi Qing.

Cheng Xinglin felt that she could fly out and hand in the form in no time.

The cultural and entertainment committee member accepted the form and was finally relieved. Before going back to class, he gave Cheng Xinglin a final advice: "By the way, this Friday night self-study preliminary review, don't worry, it's only this review, and it will be fine if you pass it."

The cultural and entertainment committee member patted Cheng Xinglin on the shoulder: "The hope of the class is entrusted to you."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, wait.

What is only one review? ? ?

What do you call it? ? ?

What do you mean by giving the hope of the class to yourself? ? ?

This is obviously called once, but the hope of their class is gone, okay?

The point is, review on Friday? ? ?Isn't that only four and a half days of preparation time? ? ?

He doesn't even have a shadow of the show now.

Cheng Xinglin looked calm on the surface, but he felt that dozens of thunderstorms had passed through his heart.

But the deskmate beside him didn't understand his pain at all, and directly put a bottle of Wangzai on his desk.

Luo Yueyue said with a long heart: "'Hope'. You work hard, and I will pack a bottle of Wangzai every day from now on for you."

duck doesn't have to.

Cheng Xinglin didn't think it was necessary in thought, but he was quite honest in action. He picked up the bottle of Wangzai, inserted a straw and stuffed it in his mouth.

A large bottle of water, plus a large bottle of Wangzai.

Cheng Xing couldn't help it just before get out of class was over, and he didn't care about Hang Yitong's invitation to go to the playground with him for the next physical education class.

Get up and go to the bathroom.

When going to the toilet.Future Jianxing called Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin was busy releasing water, and only received it when he went out.

While going downstairs, Cheng Xinglin called the future Jian Xing.

"Hey, Xingshu, I just went to the bathroom, what's wrong?"

"Just now I was busy with Xin Zhuo's affairs and forgot the purpose of the call. In fact, I want to tell you this time, the next plan."

Oh yes, he still wants to attack Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin immediately stood up straighter, ready to listen carefully.

Over there, Future Jianxing said: "Actually, we can talk about it tonight, but the registration is over today, so it's still..."

With these few words, registration and end, Cheng Xinglin immediately knew what his next plan was: "Wait, running script."

Cheng Xinglin: "You don't want me to sign up for the cultural festival in May, do you?"

"Correct."

Cheng Xinglin brushed his hair back and laughed: "Then this time I am ahead of you, I have already signed up."

Jian Xing's voice in the future is happy, but not surprised: "Already signed up? I will rush to answer, praise."

"Don't rush to praise." Before Cheng Xinglin spoke, he had already walked to the notice board on the boulevard.

A huge simple line was pasted on the bulletin board, and next to it was the poster of the cultural festival party.

Cheng Xing stopped at the station, looked at the poster of the cultural festival, and said to Future Jianxing: "I haven't decided on the content of this program yet."

"After all, you should also know that I was born with tone deafness, my limbs are extremely uncoordinated, sports and fighting are okay, and performing on stage is... too embarrassing."

"Then I'll help you..."

In the future, Jian Xing was just about to give Cheng Xinglin an idea, but Cheng Xinglin said: "So, I just thought about it, and I think the most suitable program for me is-Military Boxing."

·

Future Jianxing: "..."

Future Jianxing: "What?"

Cheng Xinglin looked at the poster, stretched his neck and wrist, and said seriously, "Military boxing."

During his military training in junior high school, he even demonstrated military boxing in front of the whole school.

He has been practicing martial arts and taekwondo for many years.

"But I don't know what else to perform." Cheng Xinglin scratched his head, "It's too hard to imagine."

"Then let Jian Xing help you think about it." In the future, Jian Xing took it for granted, "I called him down for you, and I will see you later."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Oh no, isn't this too sudden? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin looked back subconsciously, wanting to confirm whether the legendary Jian Xing who was called down somehow was there.

This look-

The person standing on a high platform at the edge of the grass planted with trees less than one meter away from him.

If it wasn't Jian Xing, who else could it be.

"Learn...Senior." Cheng Xinglin hastily pulled off the earphones and put them in his trousers pocket together with his phone.

Jian Xing nodded to him: "Did you finish the call?"

"Yes... yes."

"You called just now, so I didn't bother you."

I don't know if it's Cheng Xinglin's illusion.

He always felt that Jian Xing seemed a little lonely when he said "no disturbing".

Jian Xing was indeed a little lonely, and he added: "No disturbing, you can call 'Xing Shu'."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

I don't know why, but Cheng Xinglin always feels... now there is an inexplicable aura that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

If he doesn't say anything next, then Jian Xing may...

Really going to be angry.