I attacked the god of learning

The "lonely" Jian Xingcheng Xinglin smiled and asked: "However, I heard it too-if you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you."

"But others." Jian Xing bit these two words emphatically, and said firmly, "I may not have a good idea."

That... is not someone else.

that is you.

You you you you, yourself! !

Cheng Xinglin knew all the truth, but he couldn't tell it, he could only laugh or cry.

He also felt that if he kept laughing and crying, Jian Xing might be even more sad.

Cheng Xinglin immediately said: "I don't want to ask my seniors to help me think about the program."

Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin quietly, with a feeling of "I'll see how you make it up" in his calm eyes.

Cheng Xinglin: "I am. I didn't have time. I just signed up. I only signed up for the last class."

"Really?" Jane asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin nodded very sincerely.

He did sign up in the middle of the last class, and if you don't believe me, just ask anyone in their class.

After hearing what he said, Jian Xing asked, "Do you not have my phone number?"

Because there is no phone, I didn't tell myself first after class, but called the so-called "criminal book".

...Why did you suddenly talk about the phone call?

Cheng Xinglin didn't quite understand Jian Xing's brain circuit.

But he did not have Jian Xing's phone number, so Cheng Xinglin nodded.

"Save one." Jian Xing said, taking out his mobile phone, "What's your number."

Cheng Xinglin hurriedly reported the past, and the next moment, his cell phone started to vibrate - it was Jian Xing who called him.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin take out his phone, Jian Xing hung up.

The shock stopped abruptly, Jian Xing raised his head and said to him: "I have a phone call, you can call me as soon as possible."

Instead of looking for someone called "Xingshu", who is wearing someone else's head, who is unclear.

Cheng Xinglin felt that Jian Xing's words meant something, but what exactly did he mean...

Cheng Xinglin just nodded in confusion.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin nodding in a daze, Jian Xing couldn't help laughing.

Jian Xing raised his foot and walked towards him, looked at the poster behind Cheng Xinglin, and asked, "It's a cultural show, but I don't choose singing and dancing first, right?"

As Jian Xing asked, he naturally stood by the bulletin board and looked up at the poster.

With a focus on studying math problems, he carefully scanned the poster from the upper left corner to the lower right corner.

It seems that you can get some ideas from this poster.

It can be seen that from that moment on, Jian Xing has already started to seriously help Cheng Xinglin think about what he should perform.

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing who was so focused, and clenched his fists, as if he had made a lot of determination, and then called him: "That, Senior Jian Xing."

Jian Xing took his eyes off the poster and gave Cheng Xinglin a questioning look.

"That's right." Cheng Xinglin scratched his head, "That's right, this show, I think for myself..."

Cheng Xinglin is a boy after all.

And I still like simple boys.

In other words - Jian Xing will be his wife in the future.

As we all know, daughter-in-laws are all for spoiling.

Then, as the first brother of Yugao, he certainly can't rely on his wife for everything.

Then what has he become!

After Cheng Xinglin said this, he looked at Jian Xing's face, afraid that he might misunderstand, and immediately explained: "Senior, don't get me wrong. I don't think there is anything wrong with senior helping. I just don't want to rely on your strength every time."

"That's it..." Cheng Xinglin said in a low voice, "If I always depend on you..."

How can it be worthy of the phrase "I like you".

How could it be possible to end up with you...

He was originally a person who was so good that he couldn't catch up with him.

Cheng Xinglin thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say it.

——Actually, when he was not so familiar with Jian Xing, he still dared to stop Jian Xing to say that he liked him and asked if he could be together.

But don't know why.

Anyway, right now... I can't say it.

"I didn't misunderstand." Jian Xing stopped Cheng Xinglin from continuing.

"You think so..." Jian Xing said, as if he was thinking about something seriously.

After a while, Jian Xing nodded: "Okay."

Cheng Xinglin: "Senior?"

Jian Xing laughed: "I believe you can."

Cheng Xinglin also laughed: "Thank you senior!"

Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin's smiling eyes with a smile, he restrained his smile and asked, "Then will you ask that friend named Xing Shu to help you?"

·

what?

Why did the topic come back to Jian Xing in the future?

Of course I won’t look for it—relying on the strength of the current wife and the future wife, is there any big difference?

"I'm not looking for him." Cheng Xinglin said firmly.

Cheng Xinglin said seriously: "Don't worry, I said rely on my own strength, then I won't cheat."

Don't worry...

It's not whether to hang up or not to hang up.

But seeing Cheng Xinglin's decisive answer, Jian Xing felt his heart instantly relieved. He nodded and said, "Okay, then you should think about it first. If you need it, call me as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Cheng Xinglin said, "Definitely."

"Then I'll go up first." Jian Xing said.

"Go up?" Cheng Xinglin reacted, "Oh yes, your next class is mathematics."

When he saw Jian Xing appearing here just now, he thought they were in physical education class together.

Jian Xing said that he was going to go up, and he quickly reviewed Jian Xing's schedule in his mind before he remembered - this morning Jian Xing's class is all about the main subject, and the next class is mathematics.

Cheng Xinglin reviewed and answered very naturally.

But Jian Xing showed a smile.

"My next section is mathematics." Jian Xing looked at him with a smile, "You know that too?"

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "Just...that's right, I have a good memory, I seem to have read your class timetable somewhere last time, and then..."

Jian Xing: "Then you remember?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Yes."

Jian Xing obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything.

Just smiled and said "OK".

Then turned around and was ready to go upstairs.

Cheng Xinglin stood there for a while.

He saw Jian Xing's back and walked into the teaching building.

When the preparatory bell started to ring, Cheng Xinglin suddenly raised his footsteps and chased to the door of the teaching building.

Jian Xing is a figure looking upwards.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin stood at the stairs and called him.

Jian Xing turned his head and showed a questioning look.

"I..." Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath, "I did it on purpose."

·

I remember it deliberately.

Not by accident.

Just as Cheng Xinglin finished speaking, the preparatory bell rang suddenly.

At the same time, the warm spring breeze in April blows up Cheng Xinglin's bangs with the fragrance of leaves.

You can see that even his forehead is red from the sun.

"That's it." Cheng Xinglin said to Jian Xing, "Anyway, anyway, I went to class to play basketball 886!"

After saying this, Cheng Xinglin turned around and ran towards the playground.

Only Jian Xing was left standing on the stairs.

He was wearing an electronic bracelet, and the phone flickered on, sending out a heartbeat alarm.

The alarm sounded for half a minute.

Jian Xing raised his hand to turn off the alarm sound.

He stood for a while before continuing his journey back to the classroom.

After Cheng Xinglin said those words, he felt that his whole body was about to be roasted by the sun.

He rushed to the faucet next to the playground, put his head under the faucet, flushed twice to calm down, and then he let out a long sigh of relief and raised his head.

The drops of water on the back of his neck fell down his nape, moistening his hair.

When Cheng Xinglin walked to the playground, Hang Yitong stared blankly—what's the use of staring blankly!

In fact, it wasn't just Hang Yitong who was dumbfounded.

There were a few girls beside the playground, piled up next to each other, also holding hands, looking excitedly at Cheng Xinglin who came over.

Really handsome!After the hair is wet, there is another sharp and handsome feeling!

But, after all, Cheng Xinglin is the school bully.

Although he is a school bully with dozens of cats, everyone still maintains basic respect for the school bully, and they didn't rush forward or make loud noises.

"Brother Lin, although I know you are really handsome, but you can't exude such charm!" Hang Yitong who was stunned said.

"Hang Yitong." Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, "I think you are dangerous, do you also like boys?"

"Nonsense!" Hang Yitong panicked instantly, "I like girls with big breasts and thin waists, okay?"

A girl with big breasts and thin waist...

Cheng Xinglin suddenly remembered Pan Yangwen who was chasing a girl with big breasts and thin waist in the amusement park that day.

I feel that he and Hang Yitong should have a lot of common topics.

"Then why are you flushing your head for the sake of exuding charm?" Hang Yitong asked puzzled.

Hang Yitong thought for a while, and asked Cheng Xinglin mysteriously: "Oh...are you worried about the show?"

He and Cheng Xinglin have been good friends for more than a year.

I also know that Cheng Xinglin is not the kind of singing and dancing talent who is good at singing and dancing.

"No, that's not the reason." Cheng Xinglin denied.

Hang Yitong didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything else, just said: "Brother Lin, relax, let's go, let's play basketball, maybe we will figure it out."

As Hang Yitong said, he dragged Cheng Xinglin to gather at the physical education teacher.

Gather for 5 minutes and play for half an hour.

Hang Yitong grabbed a basketball hoop, and the boys in the class took the basketball, and then began to frantically fight against the basketball school team practicing next to them.

In fact, they usually play well.

The basketball school team sometimes comes to battle with them.

But today Cheng Xinglin was obviously out of shape. After missing two three-point opportunities, Cheng Xinglin threw the basketball to Hang Yitong: "I won't play anymore, you guys continue."

Cheng Xinglin threw away the basketball, then walked to the side bench and sat down.

His beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if the air pressure was a little low.

The boys in the class next to him saw Cheng Xinglin's low pressure and asked, "What's wrong, Brother Lin?"

"It's nothing." Hang Yitong said, "It's just thinking about how to do the show."

The boys in the class let out an "oh" and looked at each other in a very tacit agreement - no more playing basketball.

Instead, treat basketball like a volleyball and play it by throwing it around.

After all, although Cheng Xinglin went to the party alone, he represented Class 27.

It doesn't make sense for him to be alone in pain and mourning, they are here to play basketball happily.

The so-called blessings are shared, and difficulties are shared, that is what it means!

They share the blessings and share the hardships. The captain of the school basketball team next door looks at them, but he can't tell the hardships.

A 1.8-meter tall man was standing on the basketball court with a basketball in his arms. Watching this group of people playing a game of toss and catch with great disrespect for basketball, he felt like he was about to pass out.

"You guys better play basketball, I beg." Cheng Xinglin took the time to look at the situation, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Playing basketball like volleyball is really too much."

The basketball captain gave him a very grateful look.

But Cheng Xinglin didn't have time to watch him, because at this time, the cultural and entertainment committee member ran over and sat next to Cheng Xinglin.

"Here, this is for you." The cultural and entertainment committee member handed Cheng Xinglin a note.

"What is this?" Cheng Xinglin took the note and found an ID and a password on it.

"This is the stage resource we found for you. It's all stored in this number's favorites. You can see which type you like."

This favorite was compiled for Cheng Xinglin by other students who didn't play basketball just now.

Inside are the inventories of each classmate over the years.

From the idol stage to the Takarazuka Opera Troupe's video, to the weird earthy video of "Roasted gluten, delicious roasted gluten, have you eaten?", everything is there.

Cheng Xinglin took a look at the account, and his eyes lit up: "Thank you."

The cultural and entertainment committee member directly punched Cheng Xinglin, and said angrily, "Say thank you to brother again?"

OK, no thanks then.

Cheng Xinglin immediately held the phone and began to flip through them one by one.

He took it seriously.

I didn't care about that group of people abandoning the volleyball and throwing the Ming - they started playing basketball like ping pong.

The captain of the basketball team turned his head angrily, feeling that Yuzhong is so big that there is really no room for a clean basketball court! !

Cheng Xinglin flipped through a few videos, and found that many of them were of good quality—for example, CCTV's "The Paper Fan Scholar".

But it is one thing to be good, it is another thing to be able to dance out of a person who has no dance foundation.

It's just purely to watch the excitement.

Cheng Xinglin watched intently and didn't hear the get out of class was over. It was Hang Yitong who dragged him back to the classroom.

Cheng Xinglin returned to the classroom, put the mobile phone on top of his "Unknown Porridge Shop" pen holder, lay down on the table, and continued to scroll down.

The last class is history, and the history teacher showed them a half-class documentary today.

The documentary was playing above, and Cheng Xinglin secretly took out his phone below to continue looking for inspiration for his program.

This turned over to the end of get out of class.

The moment the get out of class bell rang, the whole class heard the creaking sound of dragging desks and benches.

Everyone actively took their mobile phones and wallets and went out to eat.

Luo Yueyue even stepped over Cheng Xinglin in a hurdling state, grabbed her little P, and disappeared within three seconds.

Hang Yitong also turned his head, and called Cheng Xinglin: "Let's go, brother Lin, to eat, I found a Huaxi beef noodles yesterday, it's delicious."

"I'm not going."

Cheng Xinglin reached out and grabbed the schoolbag into his arms to make himself more comfortable, and continued to browse through the contents of the favorites.

He stared intently at the phone screen, mechanically slid down with his left hand, and held a pen in his right hand, writing and drawing some notes on the draft paper.

But most of the notes are marked with a cross.

The progress is extremely disappointing.

Seeing him like this, Hang Yitong didn't force it: "Then I'll bring it for you. What do you eat?"

"Whatever you want." Cheng Xinglin said, "Just keep the power bank."

Hang Yitong carried three charging treasures with him, poured them all out and put them on Cheng Xinglin's desk.

Then go.

Everyone went out to eat in the classroom at noon. In the empty classroom, only Cheng Xinglin focused his eyes, scrolling down page by page.

The paper on his right hand was full of crosses, but he didn't mean to give up.

Cheng Xinglin watched very seriously, he didn't hear anything outside the window, and didn't know if anyone had been in the classroom.

It wasn't until a "Fuck" sounded in his ears that Cheng Xinglin slowly recovered from his own world.

Cheng Xinglin sat up, wanting to see the "fucking" Hang Yitong.

But after lying on the ground for so long, his shoulders and back stiffened when he straightened up.

Then Cheng Xinglin turned his head and froze for a moment.

It's not that Hang Yitong froze because he went out and became ugly.

It was only when Cheng Xinglin turned his head that he realized - at some point, there was an extra table next to him.

Various lunch boxes are stacked on the table, from Yang Guofu Mala Tang to Longchang Pork Knuckle Rice to KFC.

Almost all the restaurant LOGOs that can be collected within a distance of 20 meters are collected.

Some lunch boxes also have post-it notes on the outside.

Cheng Xinglin thought it might be some kind of love tip, but he took it off and took a look, only to find that it wasn't a love tip, but a battle on paper.

Luo Yueyue's handwriting: [Just Brother Lin's broken stomach, can you digest Mala Tang?Don't use your brain. 】

Disciplinary committee's handwriting: [What do you know is spicy. 】

The handwriting of the life committee member: [Chongqing people are slightly spicy...? 】

Luo Yueyue's girlfriend: [It's garlic, Brother Lin eats ours, rice rolls and porridge, as we all know, Cantonese people are the best at keeping healthy. 】

People have to be so bored to quarrel with such notes.

It can only be said that it is worthy of them.

Seeing these notes, the irritability of not being able to find the program just now gradually subsided.

Cheng Xinglin turned out the slightly spicy Yang Guofu, opened it, and took a sip of the soup.

The spicy and sesame-flavored soup slid down Cheng Xinglin's esophagus.

Suddenly he had an inspiration.

Cheng Xinglin threw the spoon down and started looking for the textbooks on his bookshelf.

"What's the matter?" Hang Yitong saw his movements and hurried over to help him find it, but Cheng Xinglin had already grabbed the Chinese Compulsory Four and opened it.

"Do you still remember the ancient poem when Sister Qing took us to bombard the teacher next door?" Cheng Xing flipped through the book without raising his head.

Hang Yitong thought about it - ""Will Enter the Wine"?"

"Yes, it's "Will Enter the Wine"!"

He can't sing and dance, but there is basically no threshold for poetry recitation, and anyone can recite it.

Although ordinary poetry recitation cannot support a program.

But—what if a program like "Paper Fan Scholar" is arranged? !

Then there is no problem!

Cheng Xinglin opened the Chinese book, and the pages flipped, and soon he landed on the page about drinking.

The bold characters come between the mountains and rivers.

The boldness of "you must be happy in life, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon" seems to come from the mountains.

Cheng Xinglin quickly browsed through this ancient poem of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, closed the book, and made sure——this is it.

At two o'clock, the students in their class came back one after another.

After listening to the program that Cheng Xinglin was looking for, they all agreed. Everyone discussed excitedly for a whole noon, and decided on a rough format, and asked Cheng Xinglin to go to Mi Qing in the afternoon and then make a total calculation.

At [-]:[-], it's time for the teachers to go to work.

A group of people came to the outside of the teacher's office in the form of smashing the field.

Cheng Xinglin saw Mi Qing who was wearing a skirt and eating mangoes with a fairy air.

"Sister Qing." Cheng Xinglin knocked on the door, "Are you busy, excuse me."

"Don't bother, come in and eat some fruit." Mi Qing waved at him, and gave him half of the mango very generously, but then felt that it was too little, and gave the whole to Cheng Xinglin.

After doing all this, Mi Qing washed her hands and sat behind the desk: "Are you asking a Chinese question?"

"No, Sister Qing, I thought of a show I'm going to perform."

"Really?" Mi Qing was also quite pleasantly surprised, "High efficiency—what's the show?"

"Jiangjinjiu!" Cheng Xinglin put the language book in front of Mi Qing, and opened the page with one hand, "I want to arrange Jiangjiujiu into a program like a paper fan scholar, teacher, this is our stage design."

Opening the book in front of Mi Qing, each line of the poem is drawn with an arrow, and then linked to an action.

These movements are drawn very abstractly, but Mi Qing takes them very seriously.

While watching, he also confirmed their thoughts with Cheng Xinglin sentence by sentence.

After reading all the pictures, Mi Qing nodded: "This show, I think..."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Mi Qing expectantly.

Mi Qing bluntly said: "Not good enough."

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……not good enough.

It took so long and combined the wisdom of the collective to produce content, but it was judged not good enough.

Cheng Xinglin was not depressed, he just said: "Then can I ask the teacher to help me correct it?"

"No way." Mi Qing said, "I may not be as good at this as you are, after all, I'm just a beautiful vase."

Cheng Xinglin: "..." There is no need to belittle yourself.

"However, I can recommend someone to you." Mi Qing said, "The homeroom teacher of Liberal Arts Qingbei Class——Yun Ruolan, she rehearsed the poem recitation the year before last, and even won the city's first prize."

so smart? !

But... the head teacher of Qingbei Class of Liberal Arts.

It sounds like a very distant existence.

If she is asked to help a student in class 27, will she agree?

Thinking of this, Cheng Xinglin's gaze became firm again, and he said, "The teacher's office is on the fifth floor, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, thank you Sister Qing, I'll go find her next class."

"Eh, actually..."

...In fact, that teacher is also the Chinese teacher of Jian Xing's class.

Just find Jian Xing directly.

However, after Mi Qingmei said it, Cheng Xinglin had already walked out quickly holding the language documents.

Mi Qing thought for a while, but didn't chase after him, but put down her hand.

Before Cheng Xing went back, he took up the geography section first. Even though it was geography, he couldn't help but read Jiang Jinjiu over and over again.

At the same time, in the Chinese class of the competition class of the second year of high school, Jian Xing was also flipping through the Chinese documents—but not the compulsory five they were teaching, but kept the compulsory one at hand from the compulsory four, and flipped through them one by one.

Pan Yangwen fell asleep for half a class, and Jian Xing skipped half a class.

After half a class, Pan Yangwen woke up with a yawn, and glanced at Jian Xing—he seemed to have found a good work from Compulsory Four, and was reading it carefully.

"Isn't this a book from the first year of high school?" Pan Yangwen rubbed his eyes, "Is it possible that you have been insane today? I told you to go to dinner and you didn't eat. You played on your phone all the time at noon and browsed Chinese books in the afternoon—you finally have a good understanding of the Olympic Games. Are you interested in the language competition?"

"The Olympic language competition is also about English." Jian Xing didn't look up, he glanced at an ancient poem he had just selected.

""Will Enter the Wine"? Li Bai?" Pan Yangwen leaned over to take a look, and continued to yawn: "Why are you suddenly interested in Chinese?"

"Choose a reference." Jian Xing had finished reading the ancient poems, and folded the corner of the page, "If he thinks it's okay, he can use it."

Although Cheng Xinglin said that he had to rely on himself.

But he was just giving a suggestion, it probably didn't break the agreement between him and Cheng Xinglin.

He felt that this poem was quite suitable for Cheng Xinglin.

Jian Xing folded a corner of the ancient poem. After class, he picked up the book and went outside.

Cheng Xinglin also grabbed his Chinese books and rushed out as soon as get out of class was over.

Cheng Xinglin walked up two stairs and took one step up, but before he took a few steps, he heard someone calling him: "Cheng Xinglin."

·

Cheng Xinglin raised his head and saw Jian Xing standing on the platform between the third and fourth floors holding a Chinese book.

"Senior?" Cheng Xinglin stood still, "Why are you here?"

Jian Xing: "You too, what's the matter going upstairs?"

"Yes, but—" Cheng Xinglin said immediately, "Did the senior come down to look for me? You say it first?"

Jian Xing seemed to think for a while before saying, "Okay, if you're not busy, then I'll talk first."

Cheng Xinglin looked at him seriously.

Jian Xing lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about what to say. After a while, he said, "Although you want to rely on your own strength, I also want to participate in this matter."

Cheng Xinglin stared at him blankly.

"So, I took the time to check some information at noon today." Jian Xing said, "If you don't mind, I would like to share my thoughts with you."

Taking time out means that, like Cheng Xinglin, he is so free that he doesn't even have lunch.

"I want to hear it!" Cheng Xinglin said immediately, "Thank you senior."

"Okay." Jian Xing nodded, "After I checked the information, I found that besides military boxing, there is another event that is also very suitable for you."

"What is it?"

"Poetry recitation." Jian Xing said.

"The threshold is not high. It's not as difficult as singing and dancing. And our homeroom teacher happens to be a master at rehearsing such programs..."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

There may be a million ways of performing on stage in this world.

Catwalks, singing and dancing, sketches, cross talk.

However, their thoughts can actually collide...

Cheng Xinglin raised his head slightly, and he suddenly discovered that the textbook in Jian Xing's arms was exactly the same as the one rolled up in his hand.

Compulsory four-one book should be learned in the second year of high school, but their school adjusted it to the Chinese textbook for the first year of high school.

Cheng Xinglin suddenly had a very difficult expectation in his heart.

If Jian Xing chose poetry recitation for him, would the selected poem...

With anticipation, Cheng Xinglin asked cautiously: "That's right, senior, I want to know which poem you chose for me...?"

They collided with ideas.

Is it possible... to hit something else.

Cheng Xinglin knew that this possibility was extremely slim.

But he couldn't help but look forward to it.

"Yes……"

Hearing Cheng Xinglin's question, Jian Xing looked down for a book.

He found the fold easily, and flipped the book open.

Jian Xing stood up the book with just one flipping action.

The song "Will Enter the Wine" that the two of them chose together at different times and in different places.

It will be presented in front of Cheng Xinglin's eyes.