I attacked the god of learning

As Jian Xing said, he stretched out his hand to Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin was in a daze from the pain, and didn't understand what it meant. After thinking about it, he whispered, "Breakfast is here for you..."

"..." Jian Xing pursed his lips and came over to pull his arm, "I mean, I'll help you to the infirmary—you can't go on like this."

"Don't—" Hearing Jian Xing mentioned the infirmary, Cheng Xinglin shook his body in resistance, "I, I don't want to go to the infirmary—"

The infirmary did not leave him with any good memories.

After Cheng Xinglin dumped Jian Xing, he also felt that he was a little too much, and smiled at Jian Xing: "That...senior, I mean, it's not that serious..."

Jian Xing didn't get to the bottom of it, just said: "Then where do you want to go?"

"Go back to the classroom, okay?" Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, then whispered, "I'll be fine after I go back to the classroom and sit for a while."

Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin's pleading eyes.

Without saying anything, he picked up his bag from the ground and put it on his back: "Let's go."

"Senior, Bao, myself..."

Jian Xing interrupted him: "Do you need help?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...No need."

Jian Xing didn't force him, so he carried his schoolbag and walked a few steps away from him.

Although Jane was walking in front, she turned her head to look at Cheng Xinglin from time to time, and coordinated with him to adjust the speed.

Cheng Xinglin hooked his waist and walked slowly. It took more than five minutes to walk from the top floor to the second floor.

I don't know if it's because of the male god's company that it has a miraculous effect. If he walks on, his stomach will not hurt so much.

However, when the two walked to the door of the classroom, Cheng Xinglin saw another person who made him particularly unhappy.

Xin Zhuo didn't know why he was blocking the door of their classroom, talking to Hang Yitong.

Hang Yitong scolded him: "Just you, you are still the president of the student union. If you don't do school things all day long, you know how to bully your classmates. How can you be free? Why should I believe your nonsense?"

"If you don't believe me, why don't you dare to go to see Teacher Han Lu? When Cheng Xinglin is really fired, you will know what I said is right."

"Who are you talking about!!" Hang Yitong's eyes were red, "Who is about to be fired?!"

Just as Xin Zhuo was about to say something triumphantly, Cheng Xinglin walked over with a grumpy look.

He patted Xin Zhuo on the shoulder and motioned him to roll.

Cheng Xinglin said to Hang Yitong: "I don't know who he is talking about—who are you talking about, are you from our class? Can you let me go?"

Xin Zhuo: "Hey, Cheng Xinglin, you—"

"He won't be fired." It was Jian Xing who spoke now, "Because he asked for leave, by the way, why is it you again?"

Jian Xing's sentence could not tell whether it was an interrogative sentence or an exclamation sentence.

Anyway, Jian Xing ignored Xin Zhuo after that. In front of Cheng Xinglin's classmates and Xin Zhuo, he took off his schoolbag and hung it on Cheng Xinglin's shoulder.

Now, anyone with eyes can see that Jian Xing helped Cheng Xinglin carry his schoolbag.

"That's good." Cheng Xinglin turned around and said lively on purpose, "Thank you senior!"

Seeing that he was pale and pretending to be cheerful, Jian Xing ignored him and only said, "Turn around."

Cheng Xinglin: "...huh?"

Jian Xing didn't repeat it again, Cheng Xinglin had already obediently turned around.

Then, Cheng Xinglin felt his zipper being unzipped, and the schoolbag immediately became lighter.

Cheng Xing scanned from the corner of his eye, and saw Jian Xing took out the porridge in his bag.

Then, he dropped a sentence of "have a good rest" and walked straight away.

Jane walked away, and Xin Zhuo, who always liked to humiliate herself, also ran away for some reason.

Everyone in Class 27 watched Cheng Xinglin walk up to his seat in silence.

When Cheng Xing was about to take his seat, he burst out in unison—"Damn!!!"

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"Damn it—why do you have a stomachache again!!!" T waved his hand like a semi-permanent lollipop, "Come on, come on the snack system!"

As soon as Little T finished speaking, all kinds of snacks flew from all directions in the classroom.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin questioned: "Is this the point of this matter???"

"Of course it is this." Hang Yitong hadn't recovered from Xin Zhuo's matter, so he sat down and panted heavily, "Otherwise?"

"Shouldn't the point be that the male god sent me back to the classroom??" Cheng Xinglin doubted life.

"Oh." T, the instigator with a deviating style of painting, finally realized, "It seems to be!"

"Oh, but he should send you back. He should feel honored." T's girlfriend came over and said, "The most important thing is to officially cancel the arrangement that Jian Xing will be beaten by us with a sack."

Class 27 has no advantages.

The only advantage - short-term protection.

What a god of learning, it is more important to comfort students who have stomach pains without using the snack system!

The 27th class who guarded the short-term staff kept flying all kinds of snacks to Cheng Xinglin's table, even when the preparatory bell rang.

Several classes next door went back to the classroom and quieted down, only their class was still as noisy as a vegetable market.

When You Ze came in, his face turned green—"Didn't you hear the bell? Can't you pass the snacks quietly?? The teacher isn't here, so you can't play games in peace!"

After You Ze said that this group of students was not enough, he called out their names, "Who is that, Cheng Xinglin."

Cheng Xinglin knew that this morning was a big mess for You Ze, so he stood up quickly when he called him.

"Sit down, sit down." You Ze waved his big ruler and made a gesture of beating if you don't obey, "Your stomach hurts, right?"

"……Eh?"

"Stomach pain approves you to have something to eat in class—block it with books, don't be too arrogant, students should behave like students."

...I have never heard that "a bit of a student" is the teacher ordering the students to eat in class and block them with books.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still felt very warm in his heart.

He took a book to block the snacks on his table, and among the snacks that were almost unsuitable for people with stomach problems, he chose a slightly soft steamed cake.

Just as he was about to eat, he was patted on the shoulder.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head and saw the classmate who patted him pointing to the back door.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the back door suspiciously, but saw Jian Xing standing there, shaking the kraft paper bag in his hand at him.

Jian Xing handed the kraft paper bag to the student closest to the back door, turned around and left again.

You Huai turned around and was writing on the blackboard for his class today.

The kraft paper bag was secretly passed under the desk one by one, and finally it was passed to Cheng Xinglin in a very student-like manner.

Cheng Xinglin took the paper bag and felt hot when touching the outer packaging.

After opening it, what is hot is the porridge that Jian Xing took away just now.

In addition to the heated porridge, there was also a small bag of pills inside—it should have been taken by the school infirmary, on which it was written in a ballpoint pen how many times a day to take.

Obviously, when it was raining snacks in the classroom just now, Jian Xing went to the infirmary.

Cheng Xinglin held the small pill in a daze, but it didn't take long before he heard Hang Yitong say in front of him, "Damn it, I just said there will be."

There was no need for Cheng Xinglin to ask, Hang Yitong very consciously turned his hands behind his back and passed the phone to Cheng Xinglin's desk.

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head and found that it was a post on their school forum 15 seconds ago.

Title: [The Unsolved Mystery of the Campus - What did Xue Shen do to run to the classroom after ringing the preparatory bell? 】

Attached below is a triple shot of Jian Xing running up the stairs.

The side backlight hit Jian Xing's face, and the blurred photo when he ran was still very handsome.

Cheng Xinglin opened the lid of the porridge and took a sip.

The soft and glutinous porridge rolled between his lips, it was so soft, mellow and warm that it seemed that his stomach ache was cured in an instant—what did Jian Xing do to ring the preparatory bell and run like hell?

this problem……

Come and ask him.

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Cheng Xinglin ate the medicine after puffing his stomach, and then he drank the next bowl of porridge slowly until the end of get out of class.

When the porridge bottomed out, Cheng Xinglin suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something at the bottom of the cup.

He lifted it up and saw that there were two post-it notes underneath.

The first one: [If you feel uncomfortable, you can send me a message. 】

The second one: [If you don't want to go to the infirmary, I can help you get the medicine. 】

Cheng Xinglin had fun watching it - sure enough, although it may have been 20 years, the habit of leaving notes is still exactly the same.

This is the message...

"Hang Yitong." When the get out of class bell rang, Cheng Xinglin called him.

"Congratulations." Hang Yitong turned his head and shook hands with Cheng Xinglin tightly, "You are incredible."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

The words are good words, but it sounds a little strange.

Cheng Xinglin ignored him, and cut straight to the point: "I'd like to ask you a question—if you got the Penguin number of someone you like, what would you talk about?"

"... Good morning? Good afternoon? Good evening?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "Are you a Tmall elf? Is there anyone who is not so artificially retarded?"

Hang Yitong racked his brains and thought for a while: "...Is it cold today, is it hot today, have you eaten today?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"Hang Yitong." Cheng Xinglin said earnestly, "I know why you don't have a girlfriend."

Hang Yitong: "...It's too difficult for me."

Abandoning his oppressed brother, Cheng Xinglin leaned back on the table to think for himself.

After getting Jian Xing's mobile phone number, what should I say...

He wanted a strong opening line and didn't want to waste it on a "I'm fine, thank you."

Cheng Xinglin lay on the table and thought for a long time, when he suddenly thought of——

I have a future Jian Xing by my side, so why not just ask?

The more Cheng Xinglin thought about it, the more satisfied he took out his phone, and sent a message to the future Jianxing: [Future Jianxing, hello, sorry for doubting your identity last night!I am special now!super!I believe you are the future Jane. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [So, can you tell me - what message would you like to receive first when you were 20 years ago? 】

After Cheng Xing finished sending the message, he noticed another point - this Penguin is exactly the same as Jian Xing's Penguin.

There should not be two identical Penguins in the world.

Future Jianxing is not a liar, evidence 1!

Cheng Xinglin pinned both of them to the top, and then changed the remarks in order to distinguish the two identical cat heads.

One is called [Future Jianxing], and the other is [A's Favorite God]

After doing all this, Cheng Xinglin also looked at Future Jianxing and replied if he had replied.

But now is not the time that Jian Xing made an appointment with him in the future, of course there is no news.

Cheng Xinglin knew that their appointment was at night, but he still couldn't help but glance at his phone every two or three minutes.

Even at night, when he brought the boys outside the school to score points, he always took Ye Duluo's cell phone.

However, no matter how much Cheng Xinglin looked at his phone, the future Jian Xing did not reply to him.

Cheng Xing was so impatient that he didn't finish a set of math problems for self-study all night, but he didn't wait for Jian Xing's reply from the future.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the evening self-study get out of class, he threw the stationery bag into the schoolbag, carried the schoolbag, took the mobile phone with the penguin interface open, and went out.

Cheng Xinglin hurriedly walked towards the school gate.

As soon as he walked to the school gate, Pan Yangwen came out with a grilled sausage in his hand.

"Hey!" Pan Yangwen reacted extremely quickly, the moment Cheng Xinglin brushed past him, he bumped into Jian Xing next to him, "Isn't this the elementary school boy?"

The legendary primary school boy looked down at his phone, and passed Jian Xing without raising his head.

"Hey! Hey!" Pan Yangwen regained his energy, "I seem to be looking at the Penguin interface—oh, a certain brother seems to have been waiting for news from my junior for a whole day today, why didn't I get it?"

Pan Yangwen: "It's so miserable, it's because you rejected others so hard, it hurt the heart of the elementary school boy, right?"

"Pan Yangwen."

"Hey, here we are."

"Tomorrow will be a sunny day."

"so?"

"But I think you may not see the sun tomorrow."

As Jian Xing said, he beat Pan Yangwen around.

He felt that he had made some noise, but when he looked up at Cheng Xinglin, Cheng Xinglin left him with a cold back.

Jian Xing: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't hear the fights behind him, he was all focused on his mobile phone now.

After he left the school gate, he walked along the outer wall to the place where he smoked yesterday, turned over the wall and sat down, continuing to stare at the phone.

There were few people on this path, and there were sporadic two or three people walking under his feet at first.

There was no one at all at the back, and the whole alley was so quiet that only the snoring of someone in the bungalow could be heard.

Cheng Xinglin sat under the street lamp, looking at the time when Future Jianxing sent him the first message last night.

According to the agreement, this is also the time when Jian Xing will send him a message today.

An hour has passed.

It was almost time for them to finish chatting yesterday.

Cheng Xinglin took out a strawberry cigarette and pinched it in his hand. Instead of looking at the Penguin interface, he clicked on Beijing time.

The second hand of Beijing time keeps moving forward.

Counting down to dozens, soon, the minute hand jumped, completely passing the minute when they finished chatting yesterday.

Cheng Xinglin returned to the chat interface.

Still no reply.

His question seemed to sink into the ocean without making any ripples.

Cheng Xinglin lit the strawberry cigarette in his hand.

Could it be that he made a mistake...

Cheng Xinglin suddenly thought.

It's actually quite easy to get identical avatars.

Although it is difficult to explain that the Penguin is the same-but if someone in the family works at the top of Penguin, it seems that it is not difficult to do.

So, is this a prank?

Cheng Xinglin exhaled a puff of smoke ring - the moment he exhaled the smoke ring, a somewhat terrifying thought also came to his mind.

Could it be...

Because the penguin of the current male god is added, so the future male god will not be able to send him a message?

This is a very reasonable guess.

After all, the fact that two Penguins can send him messages sounds too weird and illogical.

Then what should he do...?

Do you want to delete the Penguin number that Jianxing has finally obtained?

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Cheng Xinglin's eyes.

Meanwhile, the excitement of the day cooled down.

Cheng Xinglin felt that the wind at night was also a bit cold, blowing him very uncomfortable.

Cheng Xinglin silently smoked a whole cigarette.

With two or three puffs left, he pressed the cigarette against the wall, crushed it, and extinguished it.

Then, he clicked on Penguin, and clicked on the detailed information of [Future Simple Travel].

Scroll down to find Delete.

The bright red delete illuminates Cheng Xinglin's eyes, and he raises his finger, ready to press down.

He will not delete the current Jian Xing account, who he likes, in the final analysis, is still in his own hands.

Just when Cheng Xinglin's finger was only a few tenths of a centimeter away from the delete key.

For some reason, a penguin notification popped up on his message notification bar.

Future Jianxing: [I'm coming! 】

Future Jianxing: [Excuse me, is this Cheng Xinglin on April 2021, 4? 】

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin quickly withdrew his hand, and then clicked back.

Entering the Penguin chat box, he repeatedly confirmed the two messages over there to stabilize his mind before typing.

Cheng Xinglin: [Yes, I am. 】

After Cheng Xinglin finished this job, he still couldn't help but feel aggrieved: [You are late. 】

Future Jianxing: [Sorry Xiaolin, I recently added a new technology to the device, but due to the loading of the new technology, there is a problem with the time positioning system, which is not as accurate as before. 】

Cheng Xinglin keenly grasped something, and asked: [Your side, it's not the second day of chatting with me, is it? 】

There was silence over there.

Future Jianxing: [As expected of our Xiaolin, I am now one year older than before, and I am 38 Jianxing. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [So... did you spend a year alone like this? 】

For some reason, Cheng Xinglin felt a little sad.

Future Jianxing: [It's not that miserable.Aren't I still with you? 】

Future Jianxing: [However, it was a blessing in disguise, I can video with you. 】

Future Jianxing sent a voice: [So]

Future Jianxing: [Want to see Jianxing 20 years from now? 】