I attacked the god of learning

Cheng Xinglin raised his hand and touched his hairpin, then nodded to Jian Xing, and stepped firmly on the art building.

However, when he stood in front of the black crowd of judges, he still couldn't help...a ​​little nervous.

after all.

This is the first time in a long time that he has performed in front of so many people.

Cheng Xinglin took a deep breath, and accidentally glanced towards the door, and caught a glimpse of a calm eye.

Jian Xing stood at the door, watching him quietly.

Cheng Xinglin's heart instantly settled down.

He felt as if he had returned to the time when they were practicing in the small room.

Back to every time I stepped on the stage in the music classroom.

Just take out the state at that time.

The leaders of the education/committee, the principal, are all put in the back of their minds. Cheng Xinglin's only audience now is just standing at the door to watch his briefing.

Let go of the burden of thought.

Cheng Xinglin acted very boldly.

He has practiced many times in this venue, and he has practiced this string of poems thousands of times.

These exercises made him perfect today, and Cheng Xinglin contributed the most powerful performance among all his exercises.

At the end of his performance, the leader of the education/committee took the lead, and there was thunderous applause.

Cheng Xinglin bowed to everyone, and then walked out of the music classroom.

Jian Xing was waiting for him outside.

When Cheng Xinglin came out, there was no need to ask, the two of them exchanged a look, and they knew - "It's all right, it's all right."

The two are going to go to the stepped simulated concert hall next door together to wait for the result.

Just as she turned around, Yun Ruolan poked her head out from inside.

Yun Ruolan: "Mathematical genius, come in and do me a favor. Use your mathematical ability to score points for us."

Although math ability may not be used in this way.

But Jian Xing still agreed, and he told Cheng Xinglin that he brought the clothes, which can be changed in room 204 of the teaching building here, and then opened the door and entered the music classroom.

For such simple mathematics as statistics, there is no need to list formulas in the simple line, and the answer can be obtained directly by mental calculation.

Then Yun Ruolan gave him a bunch of pearly envelopes and gold-sprinkled letter paper, and asked him to divide the results into first, second and third prizes, write on letter paper, and seal them in envelopes.

Jian Xing glanced at the pile of envelopes and found that there was an extra envelope, so he picked it out and asked Yun Ruolan: "There are too many envelopes, can you give them to me?"

"How do you know so much?" Yun Ruolan was puzzled, "But if you know too much, you can use it, copy it first, and I'll go to the bathroom."

Jian Xing nodded and put the envelope aside.

After copying all the results, he opened the extra envelope and copied one of the results onto the letter paper.

Seal the letter paper and put it in a suit and school uniform.

Jian Xing organized the envelopes that the principal was going to release later into a pile.

Then, before the intermission was over, Jian Xing exited the music classroom and walked to the lecture hall next door.

In the lecture hall, the current atmosphere can be called heavy.

All the contestants are crowded in a classroom, waiting for their results.

Listening to the noise of the teachers outside getting up to go to the bathroom.

It feels like a knife in the vegetable market.

In such a tense psychological atmosphere, the moment someone pushed the door, everyone's breathing almost stopped.

Everyone looked at the door with the expression of imminent disaster, but found that it was not the principal who announced the result, but Jian Xing.

Jian Xing nodded to everyone, and quickly locked onto Cheng Xinglin who was sitting in the corner.

He went straight to Cheng Xinglin and sat down.

Ok.

Although the competition may not be passed, at least the god of learning can come to accompany the school bully to wait for the admission result.

So it was worth the price of admission tonight.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin was listening to music, but Jian Xing sat down and found him here, "Why are you here?"

Jian Xing was beside Cheng Xinglin: "Wait for the result with you."

"oh oh."

"But it's not all about that."

Cheng Xinglin: "?"

What else could it be?

Cheng Xinglin saw that as soon as Jian Xing finished speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket, put it under the table, and handed it to himself.

"The principal will give this to you later." Jian Xing said, "But if possible, I want to be the first to tell you about it."

……What's going on?

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head and opened the pearly envelope under the table.

As he opened the triangular envelope folded corners.

Pull out the letter paper sprinkled with gold dust inside.

"No.1" written by Jian Xing himself, stroke by stroke, caught Cheng Xinglin's eyes.

Cheng Xinglin suddenly raised his head - so what did Jian Xing mean when he said that he wanted to be the first? ? ?

Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin's surprised and surprised eyes, his eyes were gentle: "Congratulations."

·

no……

Jian Xing is too...

It's so exciting, right? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin hadn't had time to finish his heartbeat.

The door of their classroom was pushed open again.

This time, it was really the headmaster who came in.

Behind the principal is a bunch of reporters, leaders and the like.

Everyone chatted happily, smiling all over the face, and the blackness fell on the bottom of the simulated concert hall.

Then, the cheerful principal said: "Students, good evening everyone! We are honored to invite some leaders and media people to choose the programs of the cultural festival with us tonight. The leaders took time out of their busy schedules to participate in our later The selection of the program is halfway through, let us applaud and thank the leaders for coming and the reporters for coming."

Xin Zhuo looked astonished: "When did these people exist???"

The younger brother who was accompanying him didn't know either: "I don't know???"

Xin Zhuo gritted his teeth: "You don't know, I know, You Huai must have brought it in."

It's useless to know.

Principal: "Okay, then let's move on to tonight's awards ceremony—the host is welcome."

host?When will there be a host.

As the only real fairy in the audience, Mi Qing said that the host is me, and I am the host.

The fairy smiled and stood in front of everyone: "Okay, after the statistics of Jian Xing just now, our final result has come out. Next, let the principal announce the winner of the third prize tonight."

The third prize winner, to put it bluntly, is a consolation prize.

Although I was not shortlisted for the final party, I wanted to comfort you.

The principal picked up several envelopes, compared the names on them, and said: "The first third prize winner, student Xin Zhuo, please applaud and encourage!"

·

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Damn it, find someone to reason with.

Tonight, he made a fuss and mocked Cheng Xinglin for not preparing seriously.

Again, they conspired with others to manipulate the selection teachers into some teachers who didn't like Cheng Xinglin.

Then, the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and finally he became the first person to be eliminated? ? ?

Xin Zhuo sat on his seat in great embarrassment. His only hope now was that Cheng Xinglin's name appeared on the third prize list.

As a result, he waited until the second prize was finished, but Cheng Xinglin was not there yet.

The second and third prizes are announced by the principal, while the right to announce the first prize is given to the leaders of the education/committee.

The leader is not proficient in the names of the students, and he can barely pronounce the names of several students.

But when he got the last envelope, the leader smiled.

"Tonight, the name left a very deep impression on me." The leader said, "His show is also my favorite tonight."

"The No.1 program with the highest total score—Student Cheng Xinglin, you are amazing!"

·

All eyes on the scene turned to Cheng Xinglin who was sitting at the back.

Facing everyone's stares and leaders' praise, Cheng Xinglin behaved very calmly.

Cheng Xinglin wasn't pretending to be calm.

But...

His surprise had already been experienced when Jian Xing gave him the envelope just now.

"Okay, let's invite the students who won the third prize to go back to class for evening self-study first." Mi Qing said with a smile, "The students who participated in the party stay here, and we will talk about the new requirements for the party."

Hearing these words, Xin Zhuo, who had never looked back at Cheng Xinglin, stood up reluctantly.

He really wanted to see what expression Cheng Xinglin would look at him with.

Are you proud?

Are you disdainful?

But Cheng Xinglin didn't look at him either.

Cheng Xinglin looked down at something, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you think you're not very excited?" Jian Xing asked.

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin looked up, "I'm too excited."

"Do you think I deprived you of the right to feel happy?"

Cheng Xinglin opened his eyes wide: "No way??? I prefer you to give me this with your own hands!! Really!!"

With so many honors on him, Cheng Xing acted like no one was talking to Jian Xing.

It feels like there is no other thing in the whole world that is more meaningful than talking to Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin's attitude of not being happy with things, not sad with oneself.

Let Xin Zhuo's whole person really collapse.

Xin Zhuo suddenly remembered a sentence in the textbook, which is called "a bird can know the ambition of a great swan".

It turned out that the matter has come to this point, Cheng Xinglin has disdain and there is no need to compare with him.

The frustration at this moment was stronger than when I watched Cheng Xinglin change his clothes just now.

Xin Zhuo lowered his head in humiliation, and was just about to leave in despair, when the principal called him: "Xin Zhuo, please stay here."

The principal said: "On behalf of the student union, listen to the next arrangement. Although we are eliminated, we still have to work hard to do a good job in serving the party."

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Sitting in front of Xin Zhuo, the girl who won the first prize couldn't help but let out a "ha".

There is no need to doubt, it is entirely the meaning of yin and yang strangeness Xin Zhuo.

After all, the girl was also one of the "passers-by" who just disregarded her own program and watched and took pictures in the corridor and posted on the forum.

Seeing Xin Zhuo deflated, she was absolutely happy.

As for why Xin Zhuo was deflated.

cough--

Anyone can get what the leader of the education committee just said, but when he arranges work later, the leader will definitely spend a lot of space praising Cheng Xinglin's stage.

Let Xin Zhuo stay and listen to the leader's praise of Cheng Xinglin.

"It's too bad." The girl muttered, "It's really too bad."

However, she likes it.

It was impossible for Xin Zhuo to disobey the principal's request, so he could only sit down, open his notebook, endure the humiliation and start recording.

The third-prize students were withdrawn, and sure enough, they were led by the education committee from the very beginning—"speak a million sentences first."

The leader of the Education Committee said emotionally: "Tonight, I was very moved after seeing the performance of the students. It is hard to believe that this is a program made by the students themselves! The quality is very good and powerful. I believe it is the same as the principal's performance. Educational philosophy is inseparable from…”

After exchanging business with each other as usual, the leader finally couldn't hold back his feelings: "Of course, my favorite is the program by Cheng Xinglin - it combines the content of the class with the stage, and I have a deep understanding of Li Bai. , can boldly try to bring traditional ancient poetry to the stage, and do it so well, I think it deserves praise!"

"Because of this excellent program, we have strengthened our confidence in upgrading the file for the students' party. Next, we will expand the scope of guests invited to the party. If possible, we will invite the mayor and deputy mayor to attend the party!"

What the fuck? ? ?

Is it that great? ? ?

The show alarmed the mayor? ? ?

Everyone went to see Cheng Xinglin again in shock.

"Of course, the good news doesn't stop there." The headmaster answered at the right time and handed the conversation to the media, "My friends from the media, please announce the next good news."

"Hi everyone, I'm the editor of Penguin. We were also very moved after watching the excellent programs of the students, so we reached an agreement with the principal for live broadcast cooperation. We will launch the live broadcast system for this event and promote it on the entire network. I hope you will The gala will be popular all over the country!"

The mayor is great though.

But being recognized by social media at this level is even more powerful.

"Cheng Xinglin, you are amazing."

"No." Cheng Xinglin said calmly, "The result of everyone's hard work."

·

Because the party has been upgraded, the requirements for quality have also been raised.

The principal finally talked about several aspects, hoping that the students will pay more attention to it and continue to focus on the quality of the stage.

The principal talked for a long time, and by the time he finished speaking, the whole school had already gone to study for evening.

Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing took the Hanfu suitcases and went out last. As soon as they got near the door, they saw the students of Class 27 outside.

All the students from class 27 came over, and stood anxiously at the door of the building waiting for the news.

Cheng Xinglin saw Hang Yitong standing in the front, looking anxious as an old father in the delivery room was waiting for news, and couldn't help feeling sick.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin suggested, "I have an idea of ​​wanting to promote what I want before suppressing it."

Jian Xing: "... If you are not afraid of being beaten, I can."

So, the two people who got up unconsciously made a sad expression at the same time, and walked towards the door with heavy steps.

Start playing everyone.

The people in class 27 are especially good at observing words and expressions, and Cheng Xinglin doesn't need to say anything, just seeing this expression, they know what's going on.

Everyone was disappointed for a second, and then began to comfort Cheng Xinglin.

"Don't be sad." Hang Yitong said, "It's the first time."

"Brother Lin, although the sports meeting this semester is over, you still have a chance to shine in the sports meeting next year." Luo Yueyue said.

"Don't worry, we don't want to give you all the 5000-meter projects!" said the entertainment clerk.

Cheng Xinglin: "...Thank you for letting go, but I don't want to run 5000 meters."

Then Cheng Xinglin couldn't help laughing, he took out the pearly envelope that Jian Xing gave him just now, and unfolded the letter paper.

Jian Xing's handwritten No.1 slowly unfolded.

Cheng Xinglin smiled and said, "There's no need to be sorry, because you, brother Lin, have successfully advanced."

·

No pity.

It's just a little hateful!

The cultural and entertainment committee directly punched Cheng Xinglin: "Damn it, you play me??? What about the friendship between classmates that you agreed to???"

Luo Yueyue: "Cheng Xinglin is getting more and more drifting lately, brother is cute, is he human if he doesn't beat him???"

"Don't, don't, a gentleman doesn't move with his mouth." Cheng Xinglin said quickly.

"Hehe." Luo Yueyue pinched her orchid fingers, "But I'm a woman."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Good guy, 360 days a year, maybe only today can realize that he is a woman, right? ? ?

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to be beaten by Luo Yueyue, a hand was stretched out from behind and grabbed him.

Jian Xing put his arms around Cheng Xinglin's waist, pulled him to his side, and protected him.

Then he said with a smile: "Okay, I asked him to play your role——I invite everyone to have supper to apologize, and celebrate by the way, is that okay?"

·

In order to show his sincerity, Jian Xing said generously: "The lower limit of Haidilao is not capped, and everyone can choose whatever they want."

Hang Yitong immediately withdrew his beating hand, gearing up: "Then Jian Xing must be ruthlessly killed!"

Cheng Xinglin was caught off guard just now, and his heart was beating fast. When he heard this, he immediately sat up in shock and said, "That's not necessary??? Xue Shen is not very rich!!"

"It's very rich." Jian Xing said lightly, "And it's not the family's money, the lectures of the mathematics institution, the competition bonus, and the income of a certain music. If I eat a meal, I won't be poor."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, he wasn't discussing with Jian Xing whether he had money or not, but...

Instead save for him.

Cheng Xinglin hated Jian Xing for being a fast wood.

But A's □□, B's honey.

With Jian Xing's guarantee, everyone is even more presumptuous in choosing a store.

Soon, everyone found one directly - a hot pot restaurant hidden under a residential building.

Not more than fifty per capita.

It's not just to save money for Jian Xing, but - Chongqing is such a treasured place of geomantic omen.

A well-decorated place may not be delicious, but the ever-popular hot pot restaurant downstairs must have its own arrogance.

When they arrived, the lady was already getting ready to get off work.

Seeing the faces of Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin, he suddenly felt that it would be nice to work overtime.

The aunt sent a menu with the smell of hot pot—a thin sheet of printing paper, without any fancy decoration or printing, just potatoes—3 yuan, such a simple few lines.

As soon as the menu came up, everyone rushed to grab pens and grab the menu, while Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin sat aside.

Jian Xing is still elegant in such a simple place.

It seems very cold and indifferent to the world.

Cheng Xinglin looked at him silently, his Adam's apple rolled.

The aunt watched the fight for the menu, and finally remembered her duty, and asked, "Brother, do you want red soup or mandarin duck?"

"Mandarin ducks." Jian Xing, who had nothing to do with the world, spoke for the first time tonight.

"He has a bad stomach, we want mandarin ducks."

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

No, Chaoshou clear soup can be tolerated, small noodle clear soup can be tolerated, hot pot clear soup, is it still called hot pot? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin grabbed the aunt who was about to leave, looked at Jian Xing, and pleaded: "Did you know? Scientific research has proved that people with stomach problems in Chongqing are fine if they eat hot pot and red soup."

Jian Xing: "There is no such statement in my scientific system."

Cheng Xinglin: "...and I have a stomach problem, usually it doesn't hurt, it only hurts when I'm hungry."

Jian Xing: "What you say doesn't count."

Cheng Xinglin: "God of Xue, please, let me eat some red soup. In this way, I promise that I will wash every bite of food with boiling water later, please!"

Chongqing people always have their own principles.

For example, mandarin ducks should never be eaten in hot pot, even if it is too spicy.

Logically speaking, Jian Xing would never accept it.

But he took a look at Cheng Xinglin, and found that the aggrieved Cheng Xinglin looked really pitiful.

Jian Xing suddenly felt soft-hearted, he thought for a while, and asked: "Then at least take some medicine to prevent it?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded heavily: "You can have this."

After Jian Xing compromised, she got up, went to a 24-hour pharmacy next door, bought pills and came back.

When she came back, Jian Xing went straight to the boss, planning to deposit some money for the bill.

The boss was looking at the sea with fast hands, and he didn't lift his head when he heard Jian Xing's request: "Didn't you give it? Here, it's that white and clean boy."

The boss refers to Hang Yitong.

Seeing Jian Xing at the cash register, Hang Yitong walked over to him.

Hang Yitong walked up to Jian Xing, took out Alipay's AA payment code and held it out to Jian Xing: "Xue Shen, just scan this and pay."

Jian Xing: "I came here because I agreed to treat you."

"Is it settled?" Hang Yitong scratched his head, "Who told you it was settled."

Jian Xing: "Just now..."

Hang Yitong: "Everyone came out to eat to celebrate Brother Lin's promotion success, not to find someone to take advantage of, let you book a treat, what are you kidding - if you are a brother, scan my QR code."

"That's right, my little brother is right." The boss nodded. "You students, all you want is AA. Which one has advanced? In this way, I will give you a plate of bean sprouts for each table."

Hang Yitong: "That's a good relationship! Thank you boss—God of Learning, hurry up and scan."

Jian Xing felt very warm in his heart.

Then he lifted his mobile phone and scanned Hang Yitong's QR code.

After Jian Xing paid the money, Hang Yitong said: "But God Jian, let me tell you, this is actually the food money for the two of you. Brother Lin, we are not A! We understand!"

Jane understood, and said thank you to Hang Yitong.

There is nothing to thank, Hang Yitong waved his hand, just in time the beer bought by the boss from next door arrived.

The boss stood up and asked Hang Yitong: "Do you want iced or room temperature?"

"Half of ice and half of normal temperature." Hang Yitong said, "Have a good time tonight, don't go home if you don't get drunk."

If you don't get drunk and don't return, you probably brought Cheng Xinglin with you.

As soon as Jian Xing returned to his seat, he saw Cheng Xinglin looking at him pitifully with that kind of pleading eyes.

Jian Xing understood what he meant.

After thinking about it, I stuffed him with stomach medicine - "You can drink a little, don't get drunk, can you drink well?"

Cheng Xinglin thought for a while and made a "1".

a bottle?

This amount is quite appropriate.

Jian Xing nodded: "Okay, you can drink, just don't overdo it."

Then Jian Xing saw Cheng Xinglin using wine as an underwater hot pot, and he went down half a bottle in one gulp.

Then Cheng Xinglin ate a piece of hairy belly and drank the toast, and the other half of the bottle was gone.

Cheng Xinglin was not drunk, and opened another bottle.

Jian Xing: "..."

So the number that was gestured just now...could it be one catty?

But is beer calculated by the catty?

I don't know if it's calculated on a catty basis, anyway, Cheng Xinglin only drank for a while, and there are already a bunch of wine bottles in hand.

Jian Xing couldn't hold back any longer, and asked Cheng Xinglin who was boiling the duck intestines: "So how much do you drink?"

Cheng Xinglin held the duck intestines in his arms, turned around, his face was rosy after drinking too much, but his eyes were extremely fresh: "I didn't even count it."

"Then you just compared to 1?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Oh, that means - drink all the time."

...and keep drinking.

Very good, as expected of Yu Gao's first brother.

Jian Xing could only silently eat a mouthful of food to suppress his shock.

Watching Cheng Xinglin continue eating and toasting.

Cheng Xinglin was drinking to his heart's content, when he suddenly heard Hang Yitong calling him: "Brother Lin, Brother Lin."

Cheng Xinglin: "What's wrong?"

Hang Yitong: "Look at Jianshen, are you drunk?"

Cheng Xinglin turned his head quickly.

Jian Xing's head fell on the wall on one side, as if he was drowsy.

His face was a little red, not as clear-headed as a top student.

"...Senior?"

Jian Xing opened his eyes, and then his eyes were a little confused: "Huh?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Are you drunk?"

Jian Xing: "Probably not, what's wrong?"

People who say that are usually drunk.

Then Jian Xing asked - "What time is it, should I write calculus?"

With that said, Jian Xing straightened up and went to find his schoolbag.

Seeing this scene, Hang Yitong was terrified: "The reaction of the student gods in your competition class is that they should write calculus?"

Pan Yangwen was playing with Luo Yueyue in the form of eating hairy belly. Hearing this, he said: "Fuck, the competition class's style review was victimized, no, we are not like this."

"It's just that this pervert is like this." Pan Yangwen said, "I'm drunk, and it's normal to want to be attached to beautiful women."

Luo Yueyue raised her own Coke and clinked a glass with him: "Coincidentally, brother, me too."

On the other side, Jian Xing was still looking for calculus.

But maybe he was drunk and had no strength in his hands, and his fingers kept slipping while pulling the schoolbag.

Cheng Xinglin pressed Jian Xing's hand to do calculus on the spot.

It prevented Xueshen's calculus from being permanently stained with the chili fragrance of Chongqing hot pot.

"Okay, I'm leaving first. I'll take the senior home." Cheng Xinglin put Jian Xing's schoolbag on his back and said goodbye to everyone.

Then, Cheng Xinglin hooked up Jian Xing and led him out of the hotpot restaurant.

When the cold wind blows outside, Jian Xing seems to wake up a little bit.

He snatched the schoolbag that Cheng Xinglin was carrying, and said confidently, "I don't want to go home."

"Then what do you want to do?" Cheng Xinglin said, "Isn't it because you want to go back to school and write calculus?"

"I want to have a hair dryer." Jian Xing said, "Jiangbian, accompany me to have a hair dryer!"

Drunk student god.

Why is it so cute...

Cheng Xing's face made him dizzy, let alone the riverside, even Jian Xing wanted to go to the beach now...

Forget it, let's think about the riverside first.

Chongqing is full of rivers.

This requirement is well met.

Cheng Xinglin walked with Jane for 10 minutes, and found a river.

Cheng Xinglin led the people down the slope to the river.

The pebble beach here was not blocked, and the two of them walked under the pebble beach, and the cold river breeze blew in at night, which made people feel very comfortable.

Cheng Xinglin played it very comfortably, and he didn't forget to ask Jian Xing next to him: "Senior, do you feel better?"

Jian Xing let go of Cheng Xinglin's hand, blew the river wind, raised his hand, and messed up his hairstyle.

He turned his head to look at Cheng Xinglin beside him.

At that moment, Cheng Xinglin could clearly see Jian Xing's sober eyes with the help of the lights on the other side.

Not drunk.

Jian Xingcheng Xinglin smiled and let out a breath: "Finally, there are only two of us left."

·

"You... you pretended??" Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing in surprise, "Aren't you drunk???"

"En." Jian Xing nodded and raised a finger, "After all, my drinking capacity is the same."

drink all the time.

Cheng Xinglin: "...Then why are you pretending to be drunk?"

Jian Xing smiled: "If you don't pretend to be drunk, how can you be taken away from those people?"

"Why... take me away from those people?"

"Guess?" Jian Xing laughed.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

I messed up my hair, and unbuttoned the top of my shirt when it was too hot to eat hot pot.

Jian Xing looks a hundred times more handsome than usual.

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat faster, but he listened to Jian Xing's order - "Close your eyes, and open them when I tell you to open them."

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes obediently.

With the loss of vision, other senses suddenly magnified. Cheng Xinglin heard Jian Xing pull open his schoolbag, heard the lid of the plastic box being lifted, and heard the sudden click of a lighter.

The gentle river wind blows non-stop.

He heard Jian Xing say.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."