I attacked the god of learning

What's the meaning……

Jian Xing said to Cheng Xinglin: "Actually, if I am nervous or worried about something, there will be no changes on my face, it will only be reflected on my fingers."

Jian Xing's fingers were a little red, and he asked: "I said so, do you understand?"

At first, Cheng Xinglin just thought—wow, this physiological phenomenon is strange.

But the next moment, he suddenly understood what Jian Xing was talking about——

Jian Xing's fingers turned red when he started reciting ancient poems.

That is to say...

From the very beginning, Jian Xing was very, very worried about him.

Cheng Xinglin was very moved when he thought of this, and nodded: "Thank you senior for worrying about me just now."

In order to prevent Jian Xing from misunderstanding, Cheng Xinglin added very sincerely: "Fortunately, in the end, Teacher Yun still thinks that I performed well, and I have lived up to the senior's help!"

Jian Xing, who was not let down to help: "..."

Jian Xing's expression was a little strange, he glanced at Cheng Xinglin, and asked, "You mean... when you were in ancient poetry just now?"

Cheng Xinglin was at a loss: "...Isn't it?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing sighed in his heart, and didn't say anything in the end, just said: "Let's go back first."

Cheng Xinglin always felt that Jian Xing was a bit strange.

But I didn't understand where I went wrong.

But the time was approaching for the next class, so Cheng Xinglin could only say goodbye to Jian Xing and go to his own class.

Before Cheng Xinglin took two steps, suddenly, a scene flooded into his mind.

The scene where Jian Xing's reddened fingertips were resting on the computer keyboard was contrasted by the black.

It was only then that Cheng Xinglin suddenly realized—Jian Xing's fingers were red just now, and for the first time, it didn't seem like he was reciting ancient poems.

Instead, they "corrected their mouth shape" and then went out to "go to the toilet". When they finally came back, Jian Xing's fingers were already red.

He also asked Jian Xing at that time - "Did you touch your hands somewhere?"

They didn't have any assessment at that time, and there was actually only one scene where Jane would be nervous.

That's... After touching, after touching his lips.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head, just about to go back to confirm.

But he saw Pan Yangwen appearing out of nowhere, already hooking Jian Xing's shoulder.

Pan Yangwen was chattering about something.

Another senior Cheng Xinglin didn't know very well stood in front of Jian Xing.

But even though the senior was blocking him, Jian Xing still glanced at the back of that person's head and glanced at Cheng Xinglin.

He showed a gentle questioning look.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Jian Xing's gaze could be called gentle, but Cheng Xinglin ran away almost subconsciously——

Damn it, how do you confirm it? ? ?

Could it be that Xueshen's own lips are particularly easy to touch? ? ? ?

This... How could it be possible to say such a thing? ? ?

I can only confirm next time.

Cheng Xinglin quickly ran back to his class, returned to his seat, took a sip of the cold water glass, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

When Hang Yitong saw him coming back, he immediately turned his head: "Brother Lin, you are finally back, where have you been?"

Cheng Xinglin drank water to dissipate heat, while holding up the coil book: "Come back after making this Sunflower Book."

"What, what?" The cultural and entertainment committee member happened to pass by, opened it, took a look, and then let out a "shit".

"Who gave this to you? Sister Qing?" The cultural and entertainment committee member was shocked.

"No, Teacher Yun Ruolan." Cheng Xinglin said, "Cultural Committee, I feel that our class should be stable now."

"It's steady, it's definitely steady." The cultural and entertainment committee member put the notebook back, patted Cheng Xinglin's shoulder hard, turned around and started running around the classroom, spreading the good news.

Hang Yitong didn't look at the notebook put back by the entertainment committee member, but looked at Cheng Xinglin with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Cheng Xinglin: "See what your father is doing?"

Hang Yitong: "No, why is your face so red when you come back from making a book of sunflowers?"

Hang Yitong stretched out his paw, wanting to touch Cheng Xinglin's head: "Are you sick?"

"Not sick." Cheng Xinglin pushed his paw away, "Don't worry."

"Are you all right? Then explain to me, why is your face so red?"

Because Jian Xing touched his lips just now.

After being touched on the lips, he also found that Jian Xing was not indifferent to this matter, so he blushed.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know how to answer these things with Hang Yitong.

But Hang Yitong was really worried about him, even though he rejected him, he still kept staring at him.

It looked pitiful.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the puppy eyes, and felt that he was indeed a little sorry for Hang Yitong's concern for him.

He thought for a while, and said to Hang Yitong: "No, it's just... Jian Xing practiced with me for so long just now, aren't you happy?"

"Oh oh oh!" Hang Yitong understood in seconds, "Understood - it is really worth getting to know you. By the way, if you know that the whole school is drinking you two, will you be more familiar with it?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

When he saw those girls in the electronic classroom just now, he guessed that they must be on the forum again.

Being able to be discussed with Jian Xing is a bit shy, but there is indeed some secret happiness.

Cheng Xing was a little happy in his heart, but on the surface he was very calm: "I knew it all along."

"You are so calm."

"Isn't this what it should be?" Cheng Xinglin gestured to himself, "Jian Xing and I are having fun."

After saying this, Cheng Xinglin himself felt a little ashamed.

He waved his hand and quickly skipped the topic: "Let's not talk about this, by the way, do you know—is there any empty classrooms in the school?"

In the afternoon, Jian Xing finished his work and came back to practice with him.

The classroom will be locked at night.

"Empty classroom...?" Hang Yitong hasn't changed for a while.

"Yes." Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, "If the classroom is empty, do I need to apply for it?"

"Just push it away if it's not locked." Hang Yitong thought about it seriously, "But are there really any empty classrooms now? They should be taken up by the club."

Cheng Xinglin: "Maybe there are one or two more, I'll look for them later, let's do my homework first."

Hang Yitong wanted to say something else.

But seeing that Cheng Xinglin had already taken out the English weekly newspaper and started to work with cloze, he could only turn his head silently and start to do some cloze seriously.

Cheng Xinglin was very efficient in this class. He finished English and half of mathematics.

So when get out of class was over, he boldly threw away his pen and went out to find an empty classroom.

When leaving the classroom, Cheng Xinglin received a message from Ye Duluo, asking him if he wanted to eat.

Cheng Xinglin replied: [I have something to do, you can play by yourself this afternoon], and then hurriedly left the classroom.

Their teaching building was crammed with classrooms, and it was impossible for them to have empty classrooms, so Cheng Xinglin didn't look at them.

He first chose to go to the laboratory building that Jian Xing took him to this afternoon.

As soon as he walked downstairs of the laboratory building, Cheng Xinglin saw a security guard holding a key and locking the building.

He was not familiar with the security guard, so Cheng Xinglin asked politely, "Uncle, is this building locked every night?"

"Yes." The security guard said, "Do you... want to do an experiment?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded vaguely: "Yeah."

"That's no problem." The security guard said immediately, "If you want to use it, you just need to write an application. It's very simple, and you can get the principal's approval."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Please don't use the words "approved by the principal" and "just fine".

Not worthy!

Cheng Xinglin had no choice but to bid farewell to the security guards and walked around the rest of the school.

After walking in this way, he discovered that the utilization rate of the school space is really high, and almost every place is filled with various functions.

Cheng Xinglin walked around everywhere, and in the end only the old school building was left with some hope.

He ran five buildings in 10 minutes, and his shoulders and back were soaked with sweat.

Standing under the old school building to catch his breath, Cheng Xinglin raised his feet and ran upstairs.

He passed the small classroom that Jian Xing was assigned by the school before.

Cheng Xinglin took a little look inside - the books were meticulously arranged in a simple style.

in fact……

This classroom is quite suitable.

But Cheng Xinglin was not going to ask Jian Xing to lend him the classroom.

After all... This is really Jian Xing's very personal domain...

Cheng Xinglin just glanced at it, then continued to look for other classrooms.

But——the classrooms on this floor have long since been allocated.

Some were given to students with special skills, while others were simply piled up as utility rooms, and the doors were locked.

Cheng Xinglin could only go up one floor.

Starting from the third floor, the classrooms here are the territory of the major clubs - Cheng Xinglin is going to find a few clubs with not so many staff to borrow the classrooms.

Cheng Xinglin knocked on the doors of several associations.

Everyone either said with a look of embarrassment that they wanted to use it here, or they refused directly to Cheng Xinglin indifferently.

Cheng Xinglin didn't entertain the illusion that someone would lend him a loan just after he asked for it.

Then he just calmly knocked on the door of each classroom.

From the third floor to the fifth floor, Cheng Xinglin found nothing.

The rhetoric was repeated in every room, and Cheng Xinglin's throat was a little sore.

But he continued to go to the seventh last club - Hanfu Club.

"Hello." Cheng Xinglin saw the president who came to open the door for him, "I'm Cheng Xinglin from Class 27, Senior One, because I'm going to participate in the cultural festival party recently, I want to find a place to practice the program, I wonder if you can borrow me here one time?"

"I'm sorry, we also have programs at the cultural festival, and then..." the president scratched his head embarrassingly.

When Cheng Xinglin heard the president say the beginning, he knew what he was going to say later.

Everyone on this floor seems to have been trained in speech skills, and everyone who refuses is the same.

Cheng Xinglin exhaled slowly, and was about to say thank you and leave when he heard an oops from inside the door.

It was a girl's voice.

The next moment, a girl with double buns ran out, pushed the president and said, "What's the matter with you, didn't you say Brother Lin came and called me?!"

The girl pulled the president and stuffed it into the Hanfu club: "President, go in, I'll talk to Brother Lin."

"Are you really going to say...?" The president looked embarrassed.

"Nonsense, that person is so rude, why don't I say it?" The girl put her hands on her hips.

"You're just guessing..." The president hesitated.

"A well-founded guess is not a guess." The president wanted to talk nonsense, but was slapped by the girl and pushed into the classroom.

The girl came out, closed the door deliberately, looked up at Cheng Xinglin, and saluted: "Brother Lin! My name is Miao Xiaoxiao!"

Cheng Xinglin: "Hello."

In other words, what is going on with this posture of worshiping the top of the mountain.

Cheng Xinglin: "By the way, what do you want to tell me?"

Miao Xiaoxiao vaccinated Cheng Xinglin: "Let's do this, don't be angry."

Cheng Xinglin: "I'm a professional, I won't be angry, just say so."

Miao Xiaoxiao almost laughed, but when she thought of what she was going to say, the expression on her face became awkward again: "That's how things are—today, everyone received news from the student union."

Miao Xiaoxiao: "It is required that the club activity room will not be rented out. If it is found out, the student union will make some corresponding punishments - so, we cannot lend you the club."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No wonder, none of the associations agreed.

After Miao Xiaoxiao finished telling the facts, her expression changed, she was very upset: "Hehe, that guy Xin Zhuo is jealous of you, a big idiot."

Hearing Miao Xiaoxiao's words, the president opened the door frame silently, and whispered: "Spreading rumors is against the law..."

Miao Xiaoxiao ignored their president, and directly pushed back: "Am I spreading rumors? I'm making a reasonable guess! Go back!"

After stuffing the president back into the room again.

Miao Xiaoxiao glanced at Cheng Xinglin, blinked, and comforted bluntly: "Anyway, brother Lin, there is no need to ask about other clubs on this floor, let's look at other empty classrooms."

There are no other empty classrooms.

Cheng Xinglin was a little irritable, but he still said to Miao Xiaoxiao well, "Okay, thank you."

Miao Xiaoxiao clenched her fists, and the small bell on the chest of the improved Hanfu she was wearing was Dingling: "No thanks, Xin Zhuo, this big idiot, is our common enemy!"

Cheng Xinglin bid farewell to the girl and went straight to buy iced drinks.

He just ran up and down in a sweat, and he was so hot.

The same goes for Xin Zhuo, if he said it early or clearly, he wouldn't have to waste his energy and run around.

Cheng Xing was a little annoyed in his heart, just as he took out the bottle of drink, his phone rang suddenly.

Cheng Xinglin frowned, squeezed the ice water and turned over the phone. After opening it, his brows instantly relaxed.

It was Jian Xing who sent him a message.

What Jian Xing sent was a picture - a curry restaurant with bright and clean windows, the name of the restaurant is Chi Nai, and it is the best and most delicious curry restaurant nearby.

Jian Xing: [I finished my work and passed by a small shop, have you eaten yet? 】

In normal times, Cheng Xinglin probably would have to speak politely to Jian Xing no matter what.

But today, he only typed two words: [I didn't eat. 】

I don't know if he is in a bad mood, but looking at the two words, I feel a little wronged.

Jian Xing sent him a menu, and then asked: [That's right, what do you want to eat?I will bring it to you. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Shrimp Cake Curry Rice. 】

After Cheng Xing finished posting this sentence, he immediately sent another sentence: [Senior, I will give you money. 】

It was also subconsciously that he acted coquettishly aggrieved just now.

Once you realize it, you must immediately pay attention to your sense of proportion.

Over there, Jian Xing was also very satisfied with his sense of proportion. Regarding his behavior of asking for money, Jian Xing said bluntly: [That's not what I want to bring. 】

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Cheng Xinglin: […]

But at the next moment, Jian Xing patted him the receipt again—the exact amount could not be seen, only the two shrimp cake rice on it.

Jian Xing: [You can please come back, don't talk about giving money, okay? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [OK. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Then next time, treat the senior to something delicious! 】

Jian Xing: [Yes. 】

Obviously it was just a simple "um", but Cheng Xinglin looked at the chat records between him and Jian Xing, and his mood immediately improved.

He opened the bottle of iced black tea, raised his head and took a sip, and then asked Jian Xing when he would be back.

Knowing that it might take more than ten minutes, Cheng Xinglin called Ye Duluo and said that he would go out to meet them.

People with three legs are hard to find.

Isn't it hard to find a house in the four corners?

If you can’t find it on-campus, you can find it off-campus.

Where people like Ye Duluo Huangmao work part-time, there are kitchens and backyards.

Can the living be tortured to death by difficulties?

Cheng Xing also bought them some snacks on the way.

However, just as he turned into the alleyway he was usually familiar with, he was stopped by the yellow hair with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey." Huang Mao didn't look at him at all, raised his hand and rushed away, "We don't welcome good students here, and we don't welcome handsome guys, we hate handsome guys."

Ye Duluo, who was feeding the kitten at the end of the alley, raised his head slowly, and made a question mark with his pretty face.

Huang Mao hurriedly said: "However, except for those who are handsome like girls."

Ye Duluo said concisely: "Get lost."

With a bitter face, Huang Mao said to Ye Duluo: "Can we not have conflicts in front of outsiders? In front of outsiders, we have enough face."

Give you a mother's feet.

But Ye Duluo also felt that this was not a place where ordinary students should come.

He was just about to raise his head to say something to the good student who looked really handsome at the door, but when he raised his head, he suddenly stopped.

Ye Duluo took a serious look at the person outside, and said with extreme uncertainty, "Lin...Brother Lin?"

Huangmao: "What's your name? Don't babble, the boss's name can be called whatever you want?"

Cheng Xinglin couldn't bear it anymore, and finally pushed Huang Mao's head: "What a fool, is there any reason for not recognizing your boss?"

Huangmao: "????"

Huang Mao felt that his three views had collapsed, and he looked up in shock at the handsome guy in front of him at the level of ALLBLACK's trendy boys' school.

This is his boss? ? ?

Could this be his boss? ? ?

Huang Mao was really shocked at this moment. He looked at Cheng Xinglin's face that seemed to have changed, and said, "Damn it": "Fuck, this could be the boss?? Isn't my boss a faceless person??"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

It is indeed a miracle that Huang Mao has been in this society for so long and was not beaten to death.

Cheng Xinglin said kindly to Huangmao, "Climb."

Ye Duluo was amazed, and came to see Cheng Xinglin's new skin.

"It's really handsome." Ye Duluo praised, "I wish I had done this earlier."

Huangmao is unreliable in life, but he has a lot of tricks to call friends.

He raised his arms, and soon the alley was full of people.

They all came to see Lin Ge's new skin.

Everyone didn't expect that after seeing each other for a few days, it was as if their eldest brother had been replaced by a different person.

Everyone huddled together to comment on Cheng Xinglin's new skin.

Cheng Xinglin completely calmed down from being annoyed by Xin Zhuo's torture just now.

He waited for everyone to finish the tour, and then asked: "That's right. I came here today and I have something to ask everyone."

"Brother, just speak up." Huang Mao said immediately, "You look down on us, don't you?"

"I just want to ask if you have any free space that I can borrow." Cheng Xinglin said, "It's just a back kitchen, or a rental house will do."

Cheng Xinglin finished speaking.

The people who were chattering just now suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at each other for a while, Huang Mao scolded: "Why are you standing there, let's think about it quickly."

Then, under the urging of Huang Mao, everyone began to think quickly.

But no matter whether he was in a daze or thought about it quickly, the final result was - no.

They have been working part-time or have some business at home recently, so they don't have a place to borrow.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He didn't expect to find a venue, it would be so difficult.

"If you really need a room..." Ye Duluo thought for a while before opening his mouth.

"What kind of room do you need?" A voice came from outside the alley, "Why didn't you tell me?"

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The voice just fell.

Jian Xing held Chi Nai's insulation bag in his right hand, and held a kitten in his left hand, and walked in from the alley.

"Fuck, this isn't the one that day! That who!" Huang Mao was very surprised when he saw Jane walking in.

"My name is Jian Xing."

"Jane God." Ye Duluo said immediately.

——He was setting the tone for Jian Xing's nickname before Huangmao, the stick, could speak.

Otherwise, the ghost knows what Huangmao will say to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods.

"How did you find this place?" Cheng Xinglin glanced at Mimi Ba, feeling stupid asking, "Okay, I see."

"The kitten is quite smart, and knows to find me." Jian Xing pointed out.

But he didn't go deep into this topic, but gave Chi Nai to Cheng Xinglin, turned the schoolbag around, and took out the snacks inside with one hand.

"Have you eaten?" Jian Xing said, "I brought some other snacks for everyone to eat - I don't have time to prepare other things this time, and I will bring everyone to dinner next time."

"No need!" Huang Mao said immediately, "Why are you being so polite!"

Jian Xing brought so many snacks, plus the last time we lived and died together, Huang Mao has already regarded him as a brother: "You came just in time, give us some advice, just now big brother was telling us..."

Huang Mao was about to ask Jian Xingkong about the classroom, but was interrupted by Cheng Xinglin.

The main method of interruption was - Cheng Xinglin glanced at Huangmao, and then Ye Duluo physically interrupted by stepping on his feet.

The yellow hair groaned in pain, and turned his attention to: "Is Ye Duluo sick?" This matter.

Ye Duluo ignored him.

He glanced at Cheng Xinglin again, feeling that Cheng Xinglin didn't really want to tell Jian Xing about this matter.

In fact, apart from the question that Jian Xing asked just now when he came in, Jian Xing didn't ask any questions after that.

He just stared at Cheng Xinglin as he finished his meal properly, then raised his hand to look at his watch and said, "It's almost time, it's time to go back to school."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin put the finished lunch into a garbage bag, and said to Jian Xing reluctantly: "Okay, let's go."

Cheng Xinglin's heart was indeed heavy.

He knew that when he returned to school, he would contact the notebook Yun Ruolan gave him.

But now... the empty classroom was never found.

He and Jian Xing walked into the school, and as soon as they entered, they saw Xin Zhuo standing in the grove.

It should be waiting for him.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin appear, Xin Zhuo obviously straightened his back.

"Have you taken a good leave tonight?" Jian Xing didn't see Xin Zhuo, and just asked Cheng Xinglin casually.

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin stared at Xin Zhuo, a little absent-minded.

Xin Zhuo obviously came to see his jokes.

The main reason is to see the embarrassing scene where he can't find it in the classroom even though he has the help of the god of learning.

Cheng Xinglin was very speechless, but he had the habit of not arguing with fools.

He turned around and said to Jian Xing: "That senior, why don't we go outside the school..."

It's not like he's completely out of tricks either.

For example, he can also take Jane to his house.

Although……

If possible, he actually hoped to change his relationship with Jian Xing before taking him home.

but now……

He seemed to have no other way to go.

Not everything in life is always just right.

Cheng Xinglin accepted it frankly.

But Jian Xing didn't leave, but asked, "Why?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Just have to get to the bottom of it...

Cheng Xinglin could only admit: "Because I didn't find an empty classroom in the school, I originally wanted to borrow from the club, but recently it has been a bit strict."

After hearing what he said, Jian Xing asked slowly after a while: "Strictly caught, or someone won't give it to you?"

"...It doesn't necessarily mean that I won't give it to me." Cheng Xinglin asked truth from facts.

"Such an obvious target, isn't it really obvious that you won't be given it?" Jian Xing shook his head.

After Jian Xing shook his head, he said, "But it's not important. In short, there is an official information released by the student union about 'Association classrooms cannot be borrowed'. After I saw it, I just forwarded it to the principal."

"Oh..." Cheng Xinglin nodded, and then he suddenly realized what Jian Xing said just now, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened, "What???"

"As a student union, it is supposed to serve the students. Whether it is aimed at you or others, it is unreasonable to make such a regulation." Jian Xing said calmly.

He looked far away and said to Cheng Xinglin, "The principal is here."

Cheng Xinglin quickly turned his gaze to where Xin Zhuo was just now.

He saw——Xin Zhuo, who was poking his head out just now to see himself making a fool of himself, was patted on the shoulder by a man in a suit.

Then, Xin Zhuo was hooked by the serious-looking principal and walked away.

It is estimated that the next thing to say to Xin Zhuo is not a good thing.

Can still do this...

Cheng Xinglin was stunned to see Xin Zhuo being hooked away.

"The headmaster's face should be criticizing Xin Zhuo?" Cheng Xinglin asked uncertainly.

Jian Xing nodded: "Of course."

Cheng Xinglin thought for a while: "Then...so the student union rule no longer exists?"

He looked at Jian Xing again, and realized: "Then now, can I borrow from any club?"

"Yes." Jian Xing nodded.

"But." Jian Xing turned his head, looked into Cheng Xinglin's eyes, and sighed, "Are you sure you want to borrow from the club instead of other classrooms?"

……what?

Cheng Xinglin saw - while speaking, a key appeared in Jian Xing's hand.

The stainless steel keys are well protected, without any wear or rust, and are shining brightly.

Including the above label also seems to be posted today.

Label text:【J-207】

The old teaching building, second floor, Room [-].

It belongs to Jianxing, a secret base.

Cheng Xinglin choked for breath.

Then he saw that Jian Xing was pulling the rope of the key, and it was hanging down in front of his eyes.

Jian Xing grabbed the key and asked in a low voice, "I'll give you 20 seconds to think about it..."

"Borrow the club classroom, or..." Jian Xing raised his eyes and looked directly at Cheng Xinglin, "Come with me?"