immature

Ding Xuan was brutally abandoned on the first day of school, so he had to go home alone, and honestly completed the preview homework assigned by the teacher.It's true that the homework is finished, but the more I write, the more I feel wronged.

Everyone is a scumbag, why some people can only write quickly, while others can enjoy the last leisure time on the beautiful grass?

Is it because of his dog!

look!Even the WeChat profile picture is so doggy!

Ding Xuan was angry, but decided to squander his youth wantonly on this night when there was no evening self-study.

Turn on the black and walk up.

Without buddha-cultivating teammates, he can walk sideways!

I went to bed late.

Woke up late.

Ding Xuan stared at the alarm clock for three seconds, as if he saw the white chrysanthemum blooming at the door of the classroom.

"Oh, brother, run slowly brother...Aren't you afraid of messing around? I'm going to spit out my breakfast..."

"How the hell do you have time for breakfast?"

The crazy demon Xi Yanti sneaked in Ding Xuan, and squeezed in through the crack of the door the moment the school gate closed.

In order to let Ding Xuan enter the classroom earlier, Xi Yan deliberately kicked him when they were parting, and gave him a lot of help.

Rushing up to the third floor in one breath, Xi Yan stepped on the morning reading bell at [-]:[-] in the morning, and successfully pushed his left leg in through the back door. Just as he was about to duck into the classroom, Li Wenrui turned around. Give him a mouth shape.

Combining his vision comparable to that of a pilot and his futuristic imagination, Xi Yan tried his best to read the words on the lips of his good deskmate - what he said was probably "I wish you peace".

Xi Yan looked up.

Jiang Shui stood in the aisle next to Li Wenrui, and smiled brightly at him: "Go out."

Xi Yan: "..."

Xi Yan made a fake cough, stood up straight, and obediently retracted the legs that entered the classroom: "Report, Mr. Jiang, give me a chance."

The students in the class wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. They lowered their heads and shook their shoulders, as if they had inserted their feet into the socket.

"Okay." Jiang Shui was very talkative, business-like and thoughtful, "Take out the preview homework and take a look."

Xi Yan was silent for three seconds, put down the schoolbag, opened the zipper, took out a book from inside, then blinked his eyes and said consciously: "This opportunity is a little bit unreasonable, I'd better go out."

The electric shock on the students in the class was even worse, Jiang Shui couldn't laugh or cry: "At least bring your textbooks, you are too careless to pretend like this."

Li Wenrui stretched out his hand respectfully, spread out his palm, and there was a gel pen.

Li Wenrui said with a generous expression of giving charcoal in a timely manner: "My tablemate, Xiaona, I can only help you here."

Xi Yan took the pen, turned around and left the classroom with ease.

Xi Yan was lying on the side of the fence outside the corridor, staring at the small courtyard downstairs.

Apart from being next to the men's restroom, Class Nine is actually considered a treasure trove of geomantic omen.

Not to mention the furthest straight-line distance from the teacher's office on this floor, it is also the closest to the promenade on the side facing the playground, and there is the independent spiral staircase, which is almost at the back door of their class.

The tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree next to the stairs was at the foot, flourishing and lush, giving Xi Yan the illusion that he could lie down on the crown of the tree.

Xi Yan thought in a daze, if he had to pick a time to make him willingly stand in the corridor, it should be the season of sweet osmanthus fragrance.

He spread out a blank notebook in front of him, spinning the pen quickly in his hand. His technique was so good that he was not afraid of flying downstairs at all.

Before I had time to turn around twice, four people came out of the classroom one after another.

When Xi Yan turned his head, he saw his former troubled brother.

Only Zhou Zijie was holding a math book and half a rotten pickle book that was about to fall apart. Rounding up, each brother can get three full papers.

Xi Yan was very kind: "Here we come."

Zhou Zijie's face was heavy: "The one who should come is still here."

Liu Zhao was a little psychologically disturbed. He pointed to Xi Yan and asked Zhao Yunkun behind him: "Dude, can you see him?!"

Xi Yan held back his smile a bit: "Cat, you're never finished."

Wu Yuan divided Zhou Zijie's rotten pickle book into eight pieces and distributed them to everyone: "Come on, one bite per person, save some food."

The few of them who came after also came to lean against the outer wall, two standing on the left of Xi Yan, and two on the right. Through the window in the middle of the classroom, you can see their round, flat, fat and thin backs.

Class nine, five heroes, personally explained what unevenness is.

There are cross-legged ones.

Some pout their buttocks.

Some people clap their hands like old men before and after morning exercise.

Compared with them, Xi Yan's boneless standing posture really made him look like a pretty little thing.

Zhao Yunkun tugged at his hair, and cast a condemning and contemptuous look at Xi Yan: "Axi... what do you think you are doing so consciously? We didn't do the homework check when you didn't come, Mr. Jiang just said to make it up. .You are good. You will fight to be the vanguard of the penalty station as soon as you come, and you won't give Mr. Jiang the slightest chance to forgive you."

"Isn't it?" Liu Zhao began to fold the paper plane, "Mr. Jiang thought about it, it's not right, we have to have a sense of collective honor, one person is punished to stand, and the whole family is with him—the brothers are here to accompany you."

Zhao Yunkun may be addicted to watching Korean dramas: "So what is the homework about..."

Liu Zhao: "Axi."

Zhou Zijie: "Let's go west."

Wu Yuan: "Yes."

It turns out that jerks are contagious.

"Father Xi?" Xi Yan turned around, leaning his back against the wall, leaning his elbows back on the edge of the wall, and burst out laughing, "I'm not diligent in doing my homework, but I am very diligent in recognizing my father."

"Grass?"

"Grass, Xibaba hahaha."

The five school scumbags went together, trying to suppress the urge to laugh out loud, and whispered one after another, a kind of plant sound, feeling that he had experienced the simple happiness that belongs to a man.

At this moment, Li Wenrui tilted his chair and poked his head through the back door. Xi Yan read his lips again, "Be careful."

In the next second, Jiang Shui appeared at the front door of the classroom with arms folded: "Where are the five of you traveling at public expense? Is the scenery beautiful? Huh?"

The elementary school scumbags who were still crooked just now, including Xi Yan, who was in a chic and comfortable posture, all turned back tremblingly and stood at attention.

When Jiang Shui re-entered the classroom, Xi Yan raised his chin towards the other side, and lowered his voice to chat with them: "Look, the other side also came out and stood for punishment."

Zhou Zijie looked at the downtrodden people who were facing them across the courtyard: "The experimental class doesn't do their homework, does it?"

Zhao Yunkun pretended that he had glasses, stretched out his middle finger and made a push up motion: "I'm late, I can't see clearly, what class is it?"

Xi Yan started to spin his pen again, and while glancing at the person opposite, he replied: "Twelve."

Liu Zhao was right next to Xi Yan. Hearing this, he came over and bumped his shoulder: "School has just started, and everyone knows that you are a non-staff member of class [-]. It's not just me, it's said that you scared Yang Ziyang in their class too." .”

"That's right," Wu Yuan followed Le, "The elders in their class were muttering there all day yesterday."

At this point, Wu Yuan touched his chin and began to imitate: "Hey, I always feel that our class... um, um, is there someone missing... who is missing..."

After finishing speaking, the four brothers gave Xi Yan a thumbs up in unison:

"In place."

"Brilliant."

"The gifted children of others write the glorious school history, and we Xi Baba write the weird and weird campus things."

"It's outrageous."

Xi Yan held back for a while, but didn't hold back, and laughed lowly: "Damn."

Xi Yan stood for ten minutes amidst the 3D surround sound of reading aloud, still a little puzzled.

The buddies on the opposite side were looking around and writing furiously. It looked like they were ready to unite and finish their homework quickly. The bullies were even better than the scumbags in completing their homework.

But not right.

Where is Zhong Qin?

Didn't he say yesterday that he didn't do his homework, and he didn't even bring his books home.

...he didn't do his homework.

He pretended? !

Xi Yan thought to himself, Brother Gou is just called Brother Gou, so he is not really such a dog.He thought for a while, then reached out and took away the paper airplane that Liu Zhao worked so hard to fold just now: "Zhaozi, lend me one to fly."

"Ehhh?" Liu Zhao was heartbroken, but not as quick-eyed as Xi Yan, so he could only wail, "My Guinness World Records high imitation high-end paper airplane..."

Xi Yan quickly flattened one wing, then used the pen sponsored by Li Wenrui to scribble a few words on it, and asked while writing, "How many meters has the world record flown?"

Liu Zhao thought for a while: "About 70 meters?"

Xi Yan covered the cap of the pen, and raised the wings of the plane again: "Where are you imitating?"

Liu Zhao pursed his mouth as high as his nose, and thought about it rigorously: "Hmm... It shouldn't be too much to fly seven to ten meters easily, right?"

Xi Yan raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side, the corners of his mouth curled up, his spirit was high: "Enough."

Xi Yan grabbed the paper plane with two fingertips, lifted it above his head, and threw it forward vigorously. The paper plane carried Xi Yan's crooked ugly characters and flew towards the opposite side melodiously.

The brothers at the gate of class [-] and the five strong men let out a low cry at the same time.

The paper plane thrown by Xi Yan landed precisely on a buddy's textbook.

Wu Yuan pressed his forehead with four fingers together, and looked around: "You can be accurate! Did you learn from a teacher who likes to throw chalk?!"

Xi Yan waved his hand at the buddy at the opposite door, and boasted casually: "Thanks to the Guinness World Records."

Xi Yan's characters were written on the wings of the plane, and they could see it at a glance.

From the window, they leaned cautiously and took a few glances into the classroom of class [-].

Zhou Zijie was also very excited to watch the excitement here: "What are you writing? This plane is sending a letter... Hey, the other side even replied to your letter, it's so funny."

Not long after, the Guinness World Records high imitation paper airplane used to pass the book flew back again and again. Xi Yan unfolded it, and everyone came over to take a look, and saw what Xi Yan had just written:

"Tell Zhong Qin to come out and punish him"

The textbook on the opposite side was regarded as a buddy on the tarmac with a swipe of a pen:

"He's not here! ps. You went to the wrong shift, brother!"

The other four of the five heroes were overjoyed for an instant, and began to complain about Xi Yan:

"Rumours spread so fast!"

"Successfully broke into Class [-] with only half the opening ceremony. It can be called the most successful diplomatic event between the parallel class and the experimental class in the history of the Fifth Middle School!"

"The name of the event is Nine One Two!"

"Diplomatic Spokesperson—Xi Baba!"

Xi Yan only played the music with them for a while, and his attention was not on the joke.

He smoothed the other side of the plane's wings, and wrote in full of doubts:

"Where did he go?"

Then Xi Yan thought about it, and they might not know where Zhong Qin went, so he removed the line of words, and seeing that there was not much space for writing, he dismantled half of the plane and wrote on the back.

Afraid they won't find it, I purposely made it thicker so that there is an imprint on the paper:

"What's the second class? Our English is different. If it's different, just fly over his homework. Let me help you."

Liu Zhao felt sorry for his high-end paper airplane, and while he was addicted to drama, he wiped his tears and said, "You will be punished for ruining my airplane like this!"

Wu Yuan was curious: "How did they fly you homework? Fold it into a paper airplane? Do you think this brother Zhong Qin will hit you when he finds his homework flying freely in the sky after returning?"

Xi Yanna didn't really want Zhong Qin's homework to fly freely, after all, he had to ask for his consent to fly or not.

Therefore, Xi Yan was mostly joking, and said without shame: "He won't, he's fine."

The paper airplane has been restored. Although it is not so "original", it still looks like it can barely fly again.

Xi Yan made a skillful throw, and Zhao Yunkun suppressed his throat and coughed twice, and acted as the on-site commentator: "Now we can see that the 'Diplomatic Number' is heroic, and is carrying the beautiful image of Class [-]'s willingness to form an alliance with Class [-]." The wish goes away with the wind, and it will return triumphantly with the survival hope of our scumbags—"

"It's beautiful! It's smooth! It... how does it turn around?!"

Liu Zhao, the father of high imitation paper airplanes, said: "If half of the wings are flattened, can I not turn around? If I don't stumble, it's because of my superb skills!"

The paper plane flew slower and slower each time, and this time it drew an unsightly arc in midair, and happened to be turned halfway by a gust of wind.

Seeing that the paper airplane was about to fall, Xi Yan muttered regretfully, "The wind blows too hard..."

The paper airplane that was supposed to fly vertically to the opposite side tilted its head, and flew flat towards the independent stairs at the back door of Class Nine——

It trembled and crooked, and hit Zhong Qin's shoulder as he was going upstairs.

Xi Yan blinked: "...it's about time."