immature

The paper airplane hit Zhong Qin's left shoulder, making a "boo" sound.

Zhong Qin was carrying his schoolbag on his shoulder and a piece of bread in his left hand, and was just about to walk to the half-corner of the second floor.He stepped up and down two steps, paused, glanced down at the dilapidated plane planted on the second and a half floors, and then turned his head to look up.

A head protruded from the top of the dense canopy.

Xi Yanzheng extended his arms and waved at him, and smiled brightly into his eyes.

The sun is rising in the east, and the sunlight in the early autumn morning is still vigorous.

Zhong Qin felt a little glaring, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly.

Xi Yan was sure that he saw him, and immediately poked his finger and pointed at the paper airplane in front of him several times, beckoning him to help pick it up.

Zhong Qin turned back and continued to walk up without looking sideways, without any intention of bending down when passing the paper airplane.

Xi Yan: "..."

Seeing that Zhong Qin was about to turn a corner and go upstairs, Xi Yan gritted his teeth twice, and quickly pulled the rotten pickle paper in Liu Zhao's hand where he was painting peach charms, crumpled it into a ball, thought about it after crumpling, and then The cap of the signature pen sponsored by Li Wenrui was pulled off, the ball of paper was unfolded again, and the cap was wrapped inside.

Xi Yan closes one eye, aiming at Zhong Qin's right shoulder is a chic flying shot - it's different to steal from a teacher who loves throwing chalk stubs.

The ball of paper that was specially wrapped with the cap of the pen to increase its weight hit Zhong Qin on the back of the head with incomparable precision.

Zhong Qin: "..."

Zhong Qin stopped and turned around slowly.

Xi Yan put his palms together quickly, and began to chant "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" with special insight.

Liu Zhao, who managed to hold back and write two words, didn't feel sorry for his rotten pickle paper anymore: "My intuition tells me that this is Brother Zhong Qin, and now he has you-have-what-what written on his face?" ——The big characters of illness..."

Not only did Xi Yan not feel embarrassed, but he didn't hold back and smiled.

Before Zhong Qin could turn back, Xi Yan hurriedly pointed to the second and a half platform, as if he could poke his finger on Zhong Qin's forehead with a little more effort.

Zhong Qin had reluctance written all over his body, but he still had no choice but to go back and pick up the plane.

——Because you have to pass through the door of Class [-] to go to the third floor, and Xi Yan is definitely the kind of person who will stand in the way of the stairs and ask him why he didn't pick up the plane.

Sure enough, Zhong Qin came out of the stairs, glanced to the side, and saw Xi Yan, who was a crab, began to stick to the wall again, walking sideways.

Under the attention of the four brothers behind him, Xi Yan moved to the back door, and spread out his palms to him with a distance of more than one meter.

Zhong Qinlue lowered his eyes and glanced at Xi Yan's palm.

The hand that hit him on the head turned out to be red in the white, and it was quite pretty.

Xi Yan glanced at the back door of the classroom treacherously, and said in a low voice, "Zhong Qin! Come here!"

Zhong Qin looked at his wicked eyes, looking around, and wanted to tell him that it was really unnecessary, because he would definitely be caught by the teacher.It's not that I'm traveling when I come out for punishment. I really think it's the blind spot of the teacher's vision.

But Zhong Qin didn't talk too much.

He has to go to the corridor on the right to go back to the classroom, and he will pass Class [-], and Xi Yan is also on the right.

Behind Xi Yan there are four brothers who look eager to talk in their eyes.

In order to avoid chatting with these people, Zhong Qin conveniently placed the paper airplane on the edge of the wall - this time, the belly of the airplane was facing up, and he vaguely saw the word "Qin".

Zhong Qin paused and picked up the paper airplane that had been put down.Then, in front of Liu Zhao, the father of the paper airplane, he dismantled it completely.

The sentence "Tell Zhong Qin to come out and stand for punishment" came into view impressively.

The words on the back of the paper were probably written too hard, and some marks came through. Zhong Qin saw it and turned the paper over.

What is written in black and white is the criminal facts of Xi Yan's attempt to let his homework fly freely.

Zhong Qin held the tattered piece of paper between two fingers, and shook it at Xi Yan: "Didn't the "Student Regulations" teach you not to copy homework?"

While glancing at the bread in Zhong Qin's other hand, Xi Yan said confidently: "The "Student Regulations" are for good students to abide by. For us grade director blacklisted players, it is a todolist. Write What did you do?"

Zhong Qin almost laughed angrily at this todolist: "You are so proud."

Before Zhong Qin, who was reluctant to open his mouth, could say a few words of ridicule, Jiang Shui appeared at the back door of Class Nine according to Zhong Qin's prediction.

But Zhong Qin never expected that she would look at herself who was still carrying a schoolbag: "Come here."

Zhong Qin was stunned, then took a few steps forward, and stood beside Xi Yan.

Jiang Shui said: "Is there anyone who can come later than Xi Yan? Well, let's stand at the door together."

Zhong Qin: "..."

Zhong Qin struggled to find the right words: "Teacher, I'm in the opposite class."

Xi Yan secretly clicked his tongue twice in his heart, feeling that the river water was really weak.

Jiang Shui taught mathematics and had a good memory. After yesterday, she was already familiar with the classmates in the class, and it was impossible for her to remember Zhong Qin as her class.

After all, Zhong Qin is so conspicuous as a male classmate, he can be remembered at a glance.

Just like Gao Chengliu, the teacher in the opposite class, never forgets Xi Yan because Xi Yan is a conspicuous male classmate.

Remember it when you see it.

Sure enough, Jiang Shui nodded like a stream of kindness, and then said: "I know. But won't it delay the chat between you two when you go back to class? It's good to stand here."

Zhong Qin: "..."

Xi Yan worked hard with a suppressed smile, shamelessly and self-righteously explained: "We didn't talk, just asked him to help me pick up the pen cap."

Jiang Shui glanced at the white book spread out on the wall, and smiled kindly: "Pen cap? It doesn't look like you brought a pen with your homework."

Xi Yan was so complacent just now, but now that he was reminded, he remembered that he... came out to make up his homework.

From the corner of his eyes, Xi Yan caught a glimpse of the other four of the five strong men in the ninth class who were writing hard, and thought badly.

Then, relying on his valuable experience in the society for many years, he thought up his rhetoric in an instant, and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "I was thinking about the problem just now, I was too focused, and I didn't pick up the cap of the pen. Good guy, Sun Yi Baked, the tip of the nib was baked dry for me."

Jiang Shui's eyes widened by at least half a centimeter.

The shoulders of the four heroes began to tremble slightly.

Xi Yan was the first to convince himself, and the more he talked, the more he felt reasonable: "No, I can't write any words..."

In the BGM of the class bell, Zhong Qin calmly tore open the bag of bread, and stuffed the bread into the mouth of Xi Yan who was still wanting to ramble and express his opinion.

He nodded politely to Jiang Shui: "Teacher, I'm back to class."

Xi Yan chewed this familiar breakfast, and before Zhong Qin reached out to hand over the original paper airplane, he winked and gave a hint.

Zhong Qin glanced at the piece of evidence of attempted copying of homework in his hand, said nothing, took it and walked straight away.

Now that the class was in session, Jiang Shui couldn't let the five heroes stand outside all the time—not to mention that Jiang Shui didn't mean to punish them.

It was all initiated by classmate Xi Xiaoyan.

So after class, Jiang Shui told them to go back to the classroom quickly.

Xi Yan deliberately pulled the bench out a bit. He sat down, and as soon as he rocked the bench, he could see the outside of the back door. The brothers on the opposite side also entered the classroom through the back door of Class [-].

Zhong Qin was lazily carrying his schoolbag, attaching it to the last one, creating an illusion that he had just finished standing and completed a bag of homework.

Xi Yan sat down honestly again, and muttered while holding his chin: "It's true, as long as you come late enough, those who check attendance and homework will not be able to catch up with him."

Li Wenrui poked his head curiously: "Who is it?"

Xi Yan came in without hesitation: "You dog brother."

Before Li Wenrui had time to realize who Brother Gou was, he saw the pen spinning in Xi Yan's hand: "At the same table, a master, the pen passes through the fingertips, and the ink does not stick to your hands."

Xi Yan waved his hand modestly: "It's not that I'm showing off my skills, it's just that your pen just happened to..."

Li Wenrui: "...my pen?"

Xi Yan said in deep pain: "It's bald."

Li Wenrui's expression was blank, and Xi Yan explained: "The pen cap died in the line of duty. There was the spirit of the screw before, and the spirit of the pen cap of the new era. Everyone is serving the people, which is very honorable."

While talking, Xi Yan rummaged through his desk belly to find a new pen, and handed it to Li Wenrui.

Li Wenrui held a brand new pen and fell into deep thought: "..."

So what the hell is his pen cap being used for?

In the middle of the class, Xi Yan couldn't sit still. He stared back at the closed back door, and then committed a crime against the wind, secretly pressing the phone on the table.

He sent a message to the contact whose note was still "Zhong":

"Three dollars and five?"

As he expected, Zhong Qin, the master of the twelfth class who ignored the "Student Rules", would reply very quickly as soon as he saw the message:

"Sorry"

Xi Yan laughed:

"Don't listen to the class well, what about you, Fighting the Landlord?"

This time, without waiting for Zhong Qin's reply, Xi Yan rolled his eyes slyly:

"What class is next?"

Zhong Qin replied:

"math"

Xi Yan's eyes lit up:

"What a coincidence! I am English!"

Xi Yan stared at the screen of his mobile phone, and automatically translated Zhong Qin's three words "where is the coincidence" into "what's wrong with you" in his mind.

Xi Yan didn't care and continued typing:

"Have you written the homework for the first lesson of English? Those questions in the book"

"Can you borrow me for the next class?"

"I'm too lazy to copy"

It's not that Xi Yan wants to use homework to copy. If he wants to copy, there are so many people in his class who can copy.He just didn't want to start writing, so it would be more convenient to borrow textbooks from other students for inspection.

This is his usual trick, and he borrowed it from Ding Xuan before.

Obviously there is a better choice now, so there is no need for Ding Xuan to send him his homework upstairs, it's his fault.

Zhong Qin replied ruthlessly:

"Not written"

Xi Yan thought for a while, and sent a sentence:

"Then quickly copy Yang Ziyang's."

Zhong Qin just hit Xi Yan's face with a string of ellipsis.

Looking at the grinning face Xi Yan sent, and the sentence "Hahahahaha, are you going to write sooner or later anyway", he fell into a long and long speechless.

After a while, Zhong Qin typed on the screen:

"I have to write sooner or later, why don't I write myself"

After typing, he paused before sending, and suddenly felt that it was a bit naive to argue with this person, so he just pressed a symbol to go back.

In the end, what Xi Yan received was a full stop with no emotion.

The phone vibrated again.

Zhong Qin looked down.

"Then I'll find you after class"

This time Zhong Qin didn't return, and threw the phone back on the table after locking the screen.

He looked up at the beaming Chinese teacher on the podium, and then took out an English book from the tall pile of textbooks at the corner of the table.

The last 2 minutes of class.

Xi Yan's breathing fluctuated a little, he leaned against the door frame of the back door of Class [-], and said to Yang Ziyang, "Hi, we meet again."

Yang Ziyang was about to go out to go to the bathroom through the back door, when he saw him, he felt kindness spontaneously, which was inexplicable.

Yang Ziyang pointed to his seat proudly and said: "Sit, sit whatever you want, treat it as your own home, ah."

Xi Yan, a non-staff member of the [-]th class, was not polite, stepped into the door and pulled open the bench, and sat down next to Zhong Qin.

Then he shook out a bag of milk biscuits from the wide sleeve of his school uniform, and took out a box of yogurt from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhong Qin's table together with a straw.

Only then did Xi Yan spread his palms towards Zhong Qin.

Zhong Qin glanced at it, and saw that the palms of this man were still white and red.

...for the second time today.

Both times, there was no self-consciousness about asking for others, just like a debt collector.

Zhong Qin raised his chin towards the stack of books on the table.

He thought that Xi Yan wouldn't come after this get out of class.

It seems... This person just found out with conscience somehow. He still remembered that he lost another breakfast, so he made a special trip to the canteen in the cafeteria.

The top book in the stack was English, Xi Yan hurriedly picked it up and flipped through it, and the preview homework for the first lesson was already filled.

"Wow, this is amazingly efficient. Did you copy Yang Ziyang's? Your class is different. There are so many previews, and we only need to write the first question."

"...Just write the first question," Zhong Qin paused as he took out the biscuit and unwrapped it, then turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say it earlier?"

Xi Yan didn't have much brains to react to Zhong Qin's words, he was admiring the five well-written questions.

Word deformation to fill in the blanks, connection questions, true and false questions, and two question and answer questions, all of which have answers.

He stared at the book, grabbed the biscuit with his hands out of sight, threw a piece into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "What did you say earlier?"

Zhong Qin was silent for two seconds, then turned back, and for some reason, the whole side of his face exuded an aura of "I don't want to see you again".

Xi Yan didn't stay long after taking homework, time was not allowed, and after all, it wasn't his own class, so he couldn't let other class teachers have hallucinations all the time.

When he was leaving, he met Yang Ziyang who came back from the toilet. Xi Yan stepped on the class bell and solemnly raised the textbook in his hand: "Thank you."

Yang Ziyang: "...You're welcome?"

Hey, I just sit on a chair, I think of myself as an outsider.

Back in his class, Li Wenrui immediately came to admire the master's homework. "My good fellow, why did you write so much? You even wrote the questions and answers later on. Is this the master..."

Xi Yan looked at the first question of word deformation and filling in the blanks, and couldn't help saying: "This word... really doesn't match his face."

Li Wenrui also took a closer look, and then looked at the draft book that Xi Yan hadn't collected in the last math class, and then said quietly: "You two elder brothers don't talk about second elder brother..."

Xi Yan: "..."

Indeed, he can only make his own name look good at best.

Xi Yan closed Zhong Qin's textbook and took a closer look at the name written with a marker.

Chic and domineering, the pen is powerful, but it looks good.

Look at the word on the page again.

Xi Yan is delighted, this one is also good at writing names.

So Xi Yan responded to Li Wenrui's words very happily: "Yes, yes, we big dogs don't talk about small dogs."