I attacked the god of learning

"I dont go."

Cheng Xinglin said while throwing the paper bag containing TACO and Bingmei to Hang Yitong: "Take it back and put it on my desk, I will have this for lunch - and also, ask me for a leave for morning self-study and the art of the first and second quarters. "

"What——" Hang Yitong disagreed, "What's the matter, student Cheng, are you scared when things come to an end?"

"You're just cowardly." Cheng Xinglin put away his porridge, steamed stuffed buns, and egg-packed schoolbag, "Brother will tell you a truth - chasing people, you can't chase after them for cheap."

"If you like someone, you can't afford to be lazy, do you understand?"

He appreciates Jian Xing's kindness in the future.

But chasing people, he should do it himself.

"...Understood, I understand." Hang Yitong seemed to understand.

"Turn down the paper bag, and I'll take a photo of the logo." Cheng Xinglin said, took out his phone to take a photo of the store's logo, and then turned to scan the QR code of the electric car.

But there is still an electric car waiting for him to clean in the morning?

The nearby electric vehicles have long since disappeared, and now only some old shared bicycles remain.

——Riding a bicycle in this mountain city is indeed a bit fatal.

But Cheng Xinglin didn't hesitate at all, swept a bicycle, straddled his long legs, swung his schoolbag, and went straight up.

The moment he stepped on his bicycle.

The bell for early self-study also rang.

Cheng Xinglin turned a deaf ear, and as soon as he released the brakes, he swooped out.

the sky is very blue.

The whole morning wind wiped the blue and white coat that Xinglin raised.

He ran in the opposite direction to Jian Xing, but on this straight road, Jian Xing kept approaching him.

Cheng Xinglin didn't look at it, and blew the bell for morning self-study and Hang Yitong's voice telling him to be careful far behind him.

Three minutes after Cheng Xinglin rode away, the black-skinned boy finally came out of the breakfast shop.

This black-skinned boy is called Pan Yangwen, and he is also a great master of class competitions. He is the kind of double master in letter competition, mathematics competition, and although the national ranking is not as high as Jian Xing, he has also won No.1 in the provincial competition.

After he came out, he first glanced at the empty street, and then at Jian Xing's empty hand.

"You didn't want it?"

Pan Yangwen couldn't help but sigh with emotion - some people's hearts are really made of stone!I don't know where the elementary school boy is sad, so pitiful.

Jian Xing: "..."

The very honest Jian Xing was silent for a while, and finally said: "He didn't give it to me."

"Oh, he didn't give it—cough, cough cough cough—he didn't give it???" Pan Yangwen choked for a while, chewed a couple of bites of the pancakes, and finally digested the statement, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha He didn't give it, tsk tsk, can you do it, Jane."

Pan Yangwen laughed more and more exaggeratedly: "I think you can change your name, Jane can't do it, forget it, hahahahaha."

Jian Xing hit his stomach with his elbow.

As he walked, he thought about what happened just now.

If... Cheng Xinglin brought it to him just now, what would he do?

Jian Xing felt that he might just say "Didn't we make it very clear last night?", and then refuse the breakfast.

But the phrase "Like someone, you can't afford to be lazy."

I don't know why, but Jian Xing feels very sincere.

For some reason, Jian Xing suddenly wanted that breakfast.

Pan Yangwen had a good time this morning, laughing all the way from morning self-study to the first class, only to be hammered by the unbearable math teacher before giving up.

When they were in class, Cheng Xinglin finally rode to the door of the store.

That shop was indeed a little far away, and Cheng Xinglin rode for five or ten minutes.

The sun rose again in the morning, and it was very tiring to ride behind.

Cheng Xing came to the door of the breakfast shop.

A few clerks were sweeping the door and wiping the tables inside, while another was turning over the blackboard—changing "morning market" to "afternoon market".

Cheng Xinglin took a quick glance and found that there were American dishes on the lunch menu, but there was no TACO.

After riding for so long, Cheng Xinglin's forehead was wet with sweat.

He stood at the door with his chest heaving, waited for 2 minutes, and after he got his breath, he walked over and asked the clerk who turned the blackboard: "Hello, can I still have TACO now?"

"Ah?" The clerk looked a little embarrassed, "I don't know... This one is selling very well, it should be sold out..."

……Sold out?

Cheng Xinglin wiped his sweaty forehead blankly, and subconsciously pursed his lower lip.

At this time, a clerk suddenly stepped out of the store: "Did someone ask TACO?"

Cheng Xinglin immediately raised his head: "I asked—is there any more?"

The clerk laughed: "You are so lucky, you happen to be the last one."

Cheng Xinglin's eyes lit up: "Sell me!"

Cheng Xinglin took out his mobile phone and said to the clerk, "Please give me an iced Americano and a TACO!"

"Good."

The clerk who stepped out turned back, ordered ta for Cheng Xinglin, and packed it.

"Brother, you are really lucky, you are really the last one left."

The clerk skillfully packed them in American-style plastic bags, and then put TACO in the box.

"Really." Cheng Xinglin followed the clerk's movements with his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Then wish me good luck for the whole day today."

"It will definitely!" The clerk put all the food into a brown paper bag and handed it to Cheng Xinglin, "I wish you all the best today."

Everything must be fine.

Cheng Xinglin bought breakfast and put it in his schoolbag while standing by the bicycle.

He didn't eat the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, it was already cold, so it would not affect his taste.

It took another 10-[-] minutes to ride back. The school had already ended the morning self-study and started the first class.

Of course, Cheng Xinglin would not be so stupid as to scold at such a conspicuous place as the front and rear doors.

Their campus is very large, and there is a forest next to the sports field, and the forest is the best place to break through.

Cheng Xinglin still climbed over the fence the old way.

Cheng Xinglin had just stepped on the fence and was about to jump down when he suddenly froze.

——He saw Jane.

It should be a physical education class. Jian Xing was wearing a basketball uniform, holding a ball in his hand, hooked his waist, and confronted a boy in front of him.

The second Cheng Xinglin saw him, Jian Xing changed hands, turned sideways, and walked around the boy standing in front of him smoothly.

After the breakthrough, three-step layup.

Directly—the basketball smashed into the goal.

The screams of the girls erupted from the onlookers.

Jian Xing turned a deaf ear and just turned around and touched his fist with his teammates.

Then he glanced into the distance, hooked his waist and continued.

Cheng Xinglin was sure that Jian Xing didn't see him, and he was also sure that Jian Xing just glanced at him casually.

But Cheng Xinglin's heart still jumped wildly in an instant.

"You dance a der." Cheng Xinglin thumped his chest, heaved a sigh of relief, "It's worthless."

Cheng Xinglin took out the breakfast he bought for Jian Xing from his schoolbag, and then supported himself with one hand, and jumped off the wall.

Holding the kraft paper bag, Cheng Xinglin walked towards Jane.

The place where he jumped was less than five meters away from the basketball court.

It can almost be said that it is close at hand.

can.

Just at this time.

Three figures came out.

Standing in front of Cheng Xinglin.

·

Well, how did that sentence say.

Enemy road is narrow.

Standing in front of him were the three people who were run away by Jian Xing yesterday.

The leader is still that cute little boy.

Today Cheng Xinglin remembered - this person is called Xin Zhuo.

"Is there anything you can do with me?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"What can I do for you?" Xin Zhuo imitated his tone and said a few words, and the two boys who followed him laughed loudly.

The people beside him laughed, but Xin Zhuo's smile faltered.

He looked at Cheng Xinglin with a fierce expression on his face: "You violated the school rules, skipped classes and came in through the wall. As the president of the student union, do you think there is anything wrong with me?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

The boy made fun of him yesterday, he only thought that the other party was a student of Qingbei class.

But I didn't expect this person to be the president of the student union.

The student union has a lot of power in their school, and being caught by him is similar to being caught by the moral education director.

"Hmph, what's the matter, dumbfounded?" Xin Zhuo smiled sarcastically, "Come on, follow me to the director of moral education, I think you must be punished today—"

"Oh, what's going on..."

Just as Xin Zhuo was about to pull Cheng Xing to leave, suddenly, a sweet female voice came in.

A very glamorous and beautiful woman appeared in front of them in stiletto high heels, wearing a red hip wrap dress and sunglasses.

"Mr. Han." Xin Zhuo greeted obediently when he saw the person coming.

"Ms. Han..." Cheng Xinglin looked at the glamorous woman, and the voice of greeting did not have Xin Zhuo's imposing manner.

Kind of like a mouse meeting a cat.

This woman who even wraps the breakfast in her hand in a delicate paper bag is called Han Lu.

She is the deputy head teacher of Jian Xing and their competition class.

Although she is the deputy class teacher, because her main subject is English, the teaching pressure is not as great as the math teacher who is the head teacher.

Therefore, she basically has the final say on the big and small matters of the entire competition class.

"Hello." Han Lu took off her sunglasses and smiled beautifully, "Xin Zhuo, this student is also in your class? Did something happen?"

"He? Maybe it's from our class?" Xin Zhuo's follower laughed.

Xin Zhuo also smiled, looking very obedient, and explained to Han Lu: "Teacher, it's like this. This is Cheng Xinglin. He just climbed over the wall and came in. I happened to catch him."

"Oh...that's right."

Han Lu nodded, glanced sideways at Cheng Xinglin, and laughed again: "How about this, student Xin Zhuo, I'll take over this matter, and you all go to your own studies, okay?"

"Ah... this..." Xin Zhuo frowned instantly.

"Trust the teacher, it will be handled well." Han Lu blinked, "Okay?"

Han Lu was so persistent, Xin Zhuo could only leave reluctantly.

Han Lu watched him leave with a smile. Seeing him walking away, she smiled at Cheng Xinglin who was carrying breakfast next to her, "Okay, I'm fine, rex, OK?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...OK."

Han Lu reached out and patted Cheng Xinglin: "Come on, classmate Cheng, go to my office to talk."

Han Lu just saved herself, and Cheng Xinglin knew that he had no reason not to go with her.

I can only go with her.

Before Cheng Xing left, he subconsciously glanced at the basketball court, only to see that the basketball game had ended unknowingly, and a large group of girls hugged Jian Xing with water in their arms.

Jian Xing raised his hand to signal no, and went to the side to buy water by himself.

When checking in, Jian Xing glanced at the fence that he had just glanced at when he was playing.

The wind blows and the grass moves, and the leaves are still shaking their branches and leaves.

But there is no one under the wall.

"Hey, Brother Jian, what are you looking at - I was absent-minded after being late this morning. I watched the game a few times just now, lost my mind?"

Just as Jian Xing looked back, Pan Yangwen rushed over and hooked Jian Xing's shoulder.

Different from Jian Xing's cleanliness, this person loves to provoke girls very much, and he is a central air conditioner who will not refuse anyone.

As soon as he came over, the crowded girls also came over and surrounded them.

"I didn't see anything." Jian Xing drenched himself, "I just felt like I saw a bag."

"The bag...? What's so interesting about it?"

"It seems to print the LOGO of the breakfast I like."

Pan Yangwen: "...?"

Pan Yangwen understood for a while, and finally realized—"Understood, brother Jian is hungry, it must be because he didn't eat breakfast last night during the night battle with lights on, all beauties, who will arrange it?"

"I--"

"Me, me, me!!!"

Pan Yangwen's response could be said to be overwhelming, and the girls around her were all agitated.

To be precise, I was all irritable, but I didn't dare to move.

Because Jian Xing glanced at Pan Yangwen nonchalantly, and a thousand words were contained in this glance.

Pan Yangwen quickly admitted: "Wrong, I was wrong! Brother Jian, I'll arrange it, can't I arrange it for you?"

"Pfft." There was a very clear laughter from the crowd, and a tall, white, and particularly gentle boy squeezed in, "Old Pan, I owe you a lot today."

The gentle boy is also a friend of the two, named Lu Sihe.

Lu Sihe walked into the crowd and suggested with a smile: "Or, let me buy some for you?"

Jian Xing shook his head, and appointed Pan Yangwen: "You go, I will collect homework for you later."

Pan Yangwen is the representative of the English class. The rest of the homework in their class is basically done. Only English and Chinese are required to receive homework every day.

Pan Yangwen hates giving homework to Han Lu the most, and he almost hugs Jian Xing's thigh when he hears this.

"Thank you Brother Jian, Brother Jian is really kind-hearted!"

Then, the beautiful and kind-hearted Jian Xing raised his fist.

The moment Pan Yangwen was beaten, Cheng Xinglin followed Han Lu and walked into the office with her.

There is teaching and research in science this morning, and other liberal arts teachers are in class.

So a big office, only Han Lu and Cheng Xinglin.

"Close the door, don't lock it." Han Lu led Cheng Xinglin in.

Han Lu's seat is next to the window on the left hand side of the door, and the table has been arranged by her, neat and warm.

Han Lu pulled a chair for Cheng Xinglin in front of her desk, "Come on, student Cheng, please sit down."

Such a beautiful woman treats you so kindly.

The tension in Cheng Xing's heart was reduced by half.

He nodded and sat down obediently in front of the teacher.

In fact... when he got good grades in junior high school, he would often come to the teacher to ask questions like this.

Sometimes when the teacher orders takeaway, he will be called to eat together.

When Cheng Xinglin sat down, he put the paper bag for Jian Xing's breakfast on his lap.

As soon as he sat down, he felt a pull from the side of the paper bag.

Cheng Xinglin subconsciously pulled back, staring blankly at Han Lu who was holding his paper bag just now.

"Teacher...?" Cheng Xinglin didn't understand.

"Why are you so nervous?" Han Lu smiled, "The teacher just wants to see what delicious food you have to climb over the wall when you are late, can't you?"

Han Lu smiled, stretched out her hand to Cheng Xinglin, and made a begging gesture.

Cheng Xinglin looked at Han Lu's smiling face, but in the end he still grabbed the bag and said, "It's nothing..."

Han Lu's hand froze in the air, and after a while, it slowly dropped down.

"Okay." Han Lu brushed her curly hair, pursed her lips and smiled, "If you don't show it to the teacher, the teacher can guess it."

"Our morning self-study was at 07:30 in the morning, and it is now [-]:[-] in the morning. If you didn't get up late to buy breakfast, you must have traveled a long way to buy it."

Cheng Xinglin kept his mouth shut and didn't speak.

"Running so far, you have to buy breakfast in violation of school rules, presumably, it's for important people, right?"

Although it was not a secret, Cheng Xinglin's face was still a little hot after being exposed by the teacher.

Han Lu looked at his blushing face, and continued, "But, is there anyone who doesn't like someone, and ends up liking him because of a breakfast?"

Cheng Xinglin's face, which had been a little red just now, turned pale, and Cheng Xinglin slowly raised his head, looking at Han Lu.

"You also know that you are very different from Jian Xing. He won't like you at all, right?" Han Lu pursed her lips and smiled, "So, you still have to focus on your studies."

"The teacher has seen your grades, and they are actually pretty good. You can enter the level of class 13.14." Han Lu followed the temptation, "As long as you promise not to harass Jian Xing in the future, the teacher will come forward to help you as a guarantee and let you go back to class 13." ,OK?"

While being persuasive, Han Lu reached out to the kraft paper bag in Cheng Xinglin's hand again.

"Come on, give the bag to the teacher, and say goodbye to the past, okay?"

Han Lu's French manicure hands were getting closer and closer to the kraft paper bag.

The moment he was within walking distance of the brown paper bag, Cheng Xinglin held the paper bag and stood up straight away.

He looked down at Han Lu from a high position and understood something from her expression.

It seemed that Han Lu was dissatisfied with him.

But in fact, what Han Lu really reveals behind her back is actually a kind of self-righteousness.

In the name of Jian Xing's good intentions, he made a decision that Jian Xing failed to pass the review.

What right does she have...to meddle in other people's lives like this?

"Mr. Han, is this what Jian Xing means?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"What do you mean?" Han Lu suffocated with a smile.

"If that's what Jian Xing meant, I'll throw away the breakfast, as you said, and stop harassing him." Cheng Xinglin drooped his eyelashes, "But, if you don't want this breakfast, or want it, shouldn't he be... ...make a decision?"

"This is a competition class." Han Lu said, "Helping students get rid of distracting thoughts is what we should do!"

"Help him get rid of distracting thoughts... You asked him, is he willing..." Cheng Xinglin asked, "Is it really good to do this in the name of 'for his own good', or is it hurting him..."

In fact, if Jian Xing hadn't helped him drive Xin Zhuo away in the grove, Cheng Xinglin might have been scared away by the teacher's call.

However, he could understand what happened that day - Jian Xing has his own way of doing things.

Others should not and cannot pretend to be Jian Xing's spokesperson.

"Teacher, I will give this breakfast to him personally. If he doesn't want it, I won't give it to him in the future." Cheng Xinglin bowed, "I'm going first."

"You stop for me!"

As soon as Cheng Xinglin turned around, he heard a loud sound of slapping the table behind him.

Han Lu stood by the table, her eyes were red with anger, the exquisite elegance and beauty just now disappeared in an instant.

"What qualifications do you have to teach me? You are an inferior student in the worst class?!"

"You skipped school, skipped classes, climbed over the wall, and those nasty things you did outside the gang, the impact is very bad!"

"I can let you stay in school for probation, and I can let you drop out of school—"

"Also, even if you drop out of school, I'm all friends in the education system. No matter which school you go to, the teachers there will take full precautions against you!"

"Yes, teacher." Cheng Xinglin said calmly, "But I don't think I'm wrong."

He can't be as powerful as Jian Xing, who can drive away those who do wrong with his own ability.

However, he still wanted to protect Jian Xing's right to make his own decisions—not for himself.

"You say it again?!"

Han Lu rushed over and grabbed Cheng Xinglin's hand, as if she was going to drag him to the director of moral education.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Han Lu froze for a moment, but the people outside didn't care whether she responded or not, and came in directly.

The person who came in was Jian Xing.

Jian Xing was still wearing a neat school uniform and a suit.

It was so clean and tidy, as if the basketball game just now had never happened, there was no stain or sweat on the whole body.

On the other hand, Cheng Xinglin was dragged by Han Lu's wrist, sweating profusely and miserable.

When seeing Jian Xing, Cheng Xinglin's mind went blank.

He subconsciously broke away from Han Lu's hand, and turned directly to face the wall.

He ran all the way without eating, his face was pale, only his eyes were a little red.

——It’s so annoying, so what if it’s turned on and hung up.

The scenes seen by the male god have fully proved that he is a heinous and bad student.

What good impression can I have? !

Opening ten hooks can't save him.

"Well, Jian Xing, what are you doing here?" Teacher Han's expression was not very good either.

"English homework." Jian Xing raised the pile of papers he was holding.

"This...why did you send it here?" Han Lu pursed her lips.

Jian Xing went straight over and put the English homework on Han Lu's desk, revealing a bag of milk tea that was blocked by the homework—"I didn't eat breakfast, so Pan Wenyang bought me a cup of milk tea and accepted the homework for him."

"That's it." Han Lu found a step and immediately went down, "How about just drinking milk tea, you have to have breakfast—come, teacher has steamed stuffed buns and snacks here, take whatever you want."

"No teacher." Jian Xing said lightly.

"You're welcome, you can choose whatever you want." Han Lu was very enthusiastic.

The two gathered in front of Han Lu's warm table to choose food and drink.

Cheng Xinglin was standing just a few fists away from them, but he seemed to be regarded as air by the two of them.

fair enough.

Cheng Xinglin was no longer as arrogant as he was when he was in line with the teacher just now.

He minimized his sense of existence as much as possible, and didn't want Han Lu to talk about himself in front of Jian Xing—anyway, he must be confusing black and white, making a mess.

"That's it. Then I won't be polite, teacher."

As Jian Xing spoke, he raised his hand.

Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Cheng Xinglin's wrist.

Cheng Xinglin: "???"

Cheng Xinglin raised his head in surprise, but Jian Xing didn't look at him at all.

But even though he didn't look at him, Jian Xing's fingers were warm and strong, and the feeling of holding his wrist was very real.

Jian Xing turned straight to the astonished Han Lu: "Mr. Han, my breakfast is here."