Xueba wrote our fanfiction

Xueba wrote our fanfiction

Author: broken noodles

Introduction:

[Completed] Occasional small theater, growth direction, fast-paced love, click to eat candy!

Jiang An never passed the composition.

Following the teacher's advice, he endured his shyness and asked Jin Sheng to borrow his composition to read.

As a top student, Jin Sheng is very approachable, and even organized his works into a book and lent him to him.

Jiang An read it, and saw his name in it.

: On the floor-to-ceiling windows are two overlapping figures...

: Jiang An buried his face in the pillow all night, shouting intermittently: "Jin Sheng... Jin Sheng..."

Jiang An probably didn't expect that Jin Sheng could be so enthusiastic.

Not only lent him a composition, but also invited him to write a review for himself, saying that it was to help him improve his writing ability.

Jiang An was in trouble, and reluctantly took out the manuscript paper that was about to be crushed by him: Bao... Does it include this article?

Later, Jin Sheng became Jiang An's first friend, and then his first boyfriend.

"Jiang An" became Jin Sheng's first pen name, and also became the first reader of all Jin Sheng's works.

Jin Sheng felt that the most correct thing he did in his life was to trust Jiang An at the beginning and show Jiang An the small composition he wrote.

From now on, whenever someone asks about it, he will proudly say: My wife was chased by me with a small composition!

Smoldering homegrown Mrs. Gong x Straightball's innocence, kindness and clumsiness

1. Falling in love without much effort, the progress is so fast that the author is anxious about the couple, campus love YYDS

2. Growth direction, from high school to college graduation

3. Formerly known as "Stupid Child"

Content tags: inspirational life, sweet text, growth campus

Search keywords: Protagonist: Jin Sheng, Jiang An┃Supporting roles: Zhang Zhao, Chong Liang┃Others: "If you like me, just tell me" Please bookmark, thank you all!

One-sentence introduction: A true scholar must produce his own food!

Conception: to embrace the gift of fate

Jinjiang 2021-12-08 End

Total Book Reviews: 70 Current Favorites: 108 Nutrient Solution: 90 Article Points: 6,235,170

1. I know too much about composition paper

Shhh!

Ever since he was a child, Jiang An has never been praised for being smart, not only that, he is even considered a clumsy type.

His stupidity is called "elm head" in the common saying - rigid thinking, not flexible.

His love also comes in a muddle, but he manages it very seriously.

Jin Sheng is a rare treasure that God gave him. They were classmates in high school, and their fates went around in circles. Jin Sheng even became his boss for a time.

When he was studying, Jin Sheng was No.1 in his class, and he was far ahead in the school ranking.

Jin Sheng's composition is very good, and he has repeatedly won the city's and even the country's writing awards.

The teacher often tells the students in their class that if they don't know how to write a good composition, they should read Jin Sheng's articles and learn more from others.

Jiang An's composition has always been poor. He can't understand the meaning of the composition topic, and he can't choose words and sentences. Since the teacher gave instructions, he intends to borrow Jin Sheng's composition and take it home to memorize it.

He is not familiar with Jin Sheng, and he hasn't said a word since the beginning of school.He timidly walked over to the seat next to him. It was the break between classes, and the other party turned his back to him, joking with the girl across the aisle.

Jiang An patted him on the shoulder, and he turned around all of a sudden: "What are you doing?"

Jin Sheng's eyes were big and bright, his eyebrows were bushy, and his outline was tough. When he looked up at him, the bridge of his nose was just covered by a spot of light reflected from the window, as if the creator was crowning him.

"Ah..." Jiang An was stunned, his head was empty.

"Want to read my composition?" Jin Sheng asked him.

He was reminded, and finally remembered the purpose of this trip, so he nodded quickly.

"I borrowed it out, come back tomorrow, and I'll bring it to you." Jin Sheng was very reasonable, and he didn't have the superior attitude of a good student at all, which made Jiang An very relieved.

After school the next day, before Jiang An could ask, Jin Sheng took the initiative to hand over a stack of composition papers, and his voice was cold and cold: "This is all the articles I have written since the beginning of school, you take it slowly Let's see."

They are in the second year of high school, and they have just been divided into arts and science classes, and their seats are arranged according to the results of the last midterm exam.

Jin Sheng sat in the first row, and he sat in the penultimate row.Today Jin Sheng walked from the front of the classroom to the end just to lend him all the works.

Jiang Anke was so happy, she treasured the stack of papers and put them in her schoolbag, and went home bouncing around.

Jin Sheng's article is really good, not only fluently written, citing classics, but also adding his own philosophical thinking and insights, which is even better than the articles in the abstract journals that Jiang An read.

He started to read page by page after dinner, and when he read it until ten o'clock in the evening, he found that something different appeared on the composition paper.

There was poetry, there was prose, and there was his name:

[The classroom is sunny in the afternoon, and it has a magic power that makes people drowsy.Jiang An was late, and as a punishment, he stood alone at the end of the classroom, his white school uniform rubbed against the blackboard, stained with a thin layer of colored chalk dust.

"Stand up..." The teacher on the podium walked to a classmate's desk and said sharply, "You answer this question."

"Hmm..." The man hesitated for a while, "The first roses woke up, their fragrance is a bit shy, like a light smile..."

The teacher angrily said, "This is a biology class, stand at the back!"

Amidst the roar of laughter, he walked to the back of the classroom and stood not far from Jiang An.

Jiang An stood up straight. He had just been reprimanded by the teacher, and the blush on his face hadn't faded away.

Under the sun, he is so slender and transparent, like the feathers of a blue bird passing by, fluttering from the sky to the palm of his hand.

?? After school, Jiang An walked out of the school gate after finishing his duty. Someone had been waiting there for a long time.

He naturally put his hand into the other's palm, "The poem you read today is really nice."

The other party looked at him with a smile, "Is the poem nice, or my voice nice?"

"It's all nice..." Jiang An held his hand tightly, "As long as it's about you, I like it."

At night, the indoor scene is printed on the window. It is two overlapping figures, and the lingering love is as thick as the dew in the middle of the night.

"Call me by name." The man opened his mouth, his tone full of temptation.

Jiang An buried his face in the pillow all night, and had no choice but to raise his head when he heard the words, crying and moaning intermittently, "Jin Sheng...Jin Sheng."

The night was quiet, and I vaguely heard Jiang An humming a song. In 1998, when "Stupid Kid" by Heaven's Rewards was popular all over the country, their love song also kicked off with a bang...]

That night, Jiang An had a dream. In the dream, he was sitting in his own seat in the classroom, and there was another person beside him.

That person had the same smell and expression as Jin Sheng, and he was writing something intently with his head down.

Jiang An took a closer look and found that the Qiwen he saw last night was appearing on that person's manuscript paper, and he was still writing.

Although Jiang An was ashamed, he was still curious about the follow-up, and he couldn't help but straighten his neck to see, fascinated, the person who had been writing at his desk suddenly raised his head and met his inquiring eyes!

He jerked out of bed.Fortunately, his family hadn't woken up yet, so he washed the changed clothes and hung them to dry behind the curtains in his room.

There were 10 minutes before the alarm clock rang, he didn't dare to continue to sleep, so he simply re-read Jin Sheng's composition.

The teacher said that he should learn more from Jin Sheng. He wanted to memorize Jin Sheng's award-winning essays, but after flipping through them, what finally landed in his hand was that beautiful and weird thin paper.

He silently set the alarm clock back for a quarter of an hour, read it several times, and then acted silently, fantasizing silently, what would the author write if he continued to write...

Because of deserting in the early morning, Jiang An arrived at school a little later than usual.He walked slowly into the teaching building and saw Jin Sheng at the stairs.Jin Sheng was walking in front of him, talking to the students next to him.

Jiang An held his breath, his brain became chaotic again, there were many classmates coming and going, he stepped in the air, and knocked his nose on the schoolbag of the classmate in front of him.

"What are you doing?" The man in front almost fell down, and looked back at him with some complaints.

He apologized again and again, but his eyes glanced at the steps diagonally above, and he met Jin Sheng's gaze.

Jin Sheng's expression was the same as that of the people around him, only lightly inquiring, and after understanding the situation, he closed his eyes, turned his back on the thousands of horses galloping in Jiang An's heart, and walked up from the clouds.

After two classes, Jiang An finally saw the situation clearly: some classmate must be playing a prank by putting this nondescript thing in his schoolbag, trying to tease him!

He is thin and small, even though he is wearing the smallest school uniform in the boys' version, his fingers are still dangling and hidden in the sleeves.

Zhang Zhao, the boy sitting behind him, especially likes to tease him. He likes to tie his hair into braids with rubber bands. You can write it only after planting a runny embryo!

Jiang An didn't dare to settle accounts with him, but "accidentally" dropped his water glass three times when he was forcing him to fetch water from the water room.

The lunch break at Zhenhua Middle School is two and a half hours long, which is enough for most students to go home for a lunch break.

Jiang An's family lived far away, so he went to the cafeteria to eat after school at noon, and then returned to his seat to read and sleep, killing his lunch break.

Today he walked halfway and remembered that he forgot to bring his meal card, so he hurried back to the classroom and saw Jin Sheng sitting on his seat.

"Why didn't you come in?" Jin Sheng asked him, he was the only one sitting in the classroom.

He walked over slowly and stood next to Jin Sheng: "I haven't finished reading your composition yet, didn't you say you can borrow it for three days?"

Jin Sheng raised his head slightly and looked at him: "I don't want you to return it, but I just want to ask where you saw it? I put some practice pens in it, which have nothing to do with composition. If you feel bored, you can return it to me."

Some plots and fantasies popped up in Jiang An's head, each more outrageous than the other, his cheeks were hot, and he stammered, "I just... just finished reading your award-winning essays, and the rest... Haven't watched it yet."

Jin Sheng got up leisurely, leaned very close to him, and asked him: "Oh, which one do you like the most?"

Jiang An felt guilty, now all he remembered was the last prank, and he forgot everything else.

People kindly borrowed him to study composition, but all he could think about was absurd things.

He felt ashamed of himself, and perfunctory Jin Sheng wanted to escape as soon as possible: "Just the last one, I read it several times."

There were some laughing sounds in the corridor, which spread into the empty classroom, which made Jiang An feel a little more at ease.He took out the meal card from the interlayer of the schoolbag and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

"I have to go get dinner quickly." Jiang An murmured.

"Okay." Before the classmate walked into the classroom, Jin Sheng suddenly took a step back to distance himself from him, "You go to eat first, and we can discuss together at noon tomorrow to see what is so good about my last composition."

After speaking, Jin Sheng walked towards the students who came in from the outside, and asked carelessly, "Do you know where to get a meal card?"

The author says:

"Jin Sheng." The poem read comes from the Austrian poet Rilke - "The First Rose Awoke"

First of all, thank you friends who saw here——

This article is about the story between two boys: from high school to college; from strangers to staying together; from green to mature; from weak to strong...

The original intention was to write something different, so the original version of this article was published on other platforms (now deleted), and many of the contents cannot be posted here.

The current version has been revised and expanded, focusing on the two boys' respective pain, mutual protection and common growth.

"Growth" is the core of this article, and it is also what I want to express through this article.

We grow up under the influence of family and society, and the two protagonists also face difficulties brought about by nature or nurture. I hope that at the end of this article, I can give my two boys and all readers an answer.

Thanks for reading and have a great day!

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2. Large classrooms know too much

Shhh!

Jin Sheng, who had a meal card, appeared in the cafeteria the next day and sat on the seat next to Jiang An.

Jin Sheng didn't come alone. His friend was sitting opposite him. Except for asking Jiang An if he could share the table with him, neither of them spoke to him again.

Jiang An stayed up all night and memorized Jin Sheng's most recent award-winning essay, because Jin Sheng said that he wanted to chat with him about this essay.

He didn't understand what Jin Sheng wanted to express through this article. He just remembered that at the beginning of the article, he quoted a relatively pessimistic sentence from Schopenhauer.

"Life swings like a pendulum between pain and burnout."

Why does Jin Sheng think so?Shouldn't the melody of his life be radical and joyful?

Just like now, he can chat with his friends about the Rockets' game last night, and then talk about the unreasonable options in the physics test questions.

Several girls slowed down when they passed by him, and their voices suddenly increased, just wanting him to take a look at her.

"There are quite a lot of things you don't like to eat." Jin Sheng ended the conversation with his friend at some point, and looked sideways at his dinner plate.

"No wonder you're so thin." He continued, with the same tone as when he was chatting with his friend just now, causing the friend to ask curiously, "When did your relationship get so good?"

Jiang An was already full, and sat aside in a daze, not sure if Jin Sheng deliberately sat next to him because he wanted to find time to chat with him about his masterpiece.

So when Jin Sheng and his friends both turned their gazes to him, his brain went dormant again, and his expression was more dazed and innocent than being suddenly called by the teacher to answer questions.

After a long time, Jin Sheng explained: "He borrowed my composition to read these few days, and I asked him to share his thoughts with me."

His friend was not interested in their friendship, and was only thinking about improving his composition performance, "You can also lend me those compositions."

Jiang An came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "I will return them to Jin Sheng tomorrow."

He still has two award-winning essays to recite!

My friend was surprised: "It took you so many days to read just three compositions?"

Jiang An was a little annoyed, Jin Sheng promised him that he would lend him for three days.

"In addition to the award-winning articles, I also want to see his poems and prose..."

The friend glared and turned to Jin Sheng, "Yo, you also wrote poems and prose, why haven't I heard of you?"

Jin Sheng's expression darkened, as if he was angry, and he responded sullenly: "It's none of your business. Just leave when you're full." After speaking, he picked up the plate and left his seat without looking at Jiang An again.

Last weekend, the central heating in the city made it very warm in the classroom.Therefore, every lunch break, people with a full and satisfied stomach and a warm reminder at room temperature will feel drowsy.

Jiang An was a little anxious at first, Jin Sheng's friend might not have noticed the change in his face, but Jiang An saw it, his face was gloomy, and he didn't stay to listen to his explanation of why there were so many left on the plate thing.

He is not a picky eater, he just doesn't like beans, potatoes, cucumbers, onions and lamb.

The confusion and anxiety in Jiang An's heart were like an ice cream placed in the window. If you want to get a feel for it, you have to go into the store, point to it and ask the boss Jin Sheng, what is that ice cream? What does it smell like?I don't have money, but you can tell me how it tastes and let me imagine.

Jin Sheng would probably not tell him.So he could only watch helplessly as his confusion and anxiety melted away, his vision was covered with sticky cream, and his tired eyelids gradually closed...

He fell asleep, dimly feeling something scratching his forehead, itching again and again.

He raised his hand impatiently, and his fingers touched the unfamiliar skin and bones before his forehead.

"Jin Sheng?" He managed to open his eyes and saw Jin Sheng sitting beside him.

Jiang An let go of Jin Sheng's fingers, rubbed his eyelids ignorantly, and said slowly, "Jin Sheng is here."

Jin Sheng hummed softly, wondering if he was also sleepy, his expression became a little stiff.

Jiang An took out Jin Sheng's composition collection from his schoolbag, and said slowly, "Are you here to get this?"

Jin Sheng casually grabbed the stack of papers in his hand, and when he was about to get up to leave, someone grabbed his hand again: "Um... don't you want to talk to me about your award-winning composition?"

Jin Sheng sat down again, rolled the composition paper in his hand into a tube shape, and knocked it on the edge of the table: "These papers have all won awards, so what is there to talk about, you want to help the organizer make up the award speech?"

"Oh..." Jiang An hesitated, he was still curious about the taste of that ice cream, "Did you get angry just now?"

"No." Jin Sheng denied reflexively.

"Really?" Jiang An couldn't see the expression on Jin Sheng's face clearly, so he could only observe closely.

Jiang An's appearance and temperament are extremely clean, as if he can't get dirty no matter what.

He leaned on Jin Sheng's side, shoulders touching his shoulders, twisted his slender neck, and looked into Jin Sheng's eyes seriously.

In a panic, Jin Sheng tapped Jiang An's head with the rolled composition paper, turned his eyes away and said, "Don't get too close."

Jiang An seemed to understand something, and sat up straight after oh: it turned out that Jin Sheng was angry because he was too close to him.

Jin Sheng fiddled with the manuscript paper in his hand. Fortunately, there were no other students near Jiang An's seat, otherwise he would have seen Jin Sheng's hot and red ears.

"I think those few essays of yours are really well written. I memorized one of them, and I have no time to memorize the other two. Can I borrow it again after everyone has finished reading it?" Jiang Annuo asked him earnestly. .

"Okay." Jin Sheng put the manuscript paper back on Jiang An's desk, "Actually, you don't have to memorize them all, you can imitate them as practice pens... But is there one missing here?"

Jiang An was shocked.

"Is there something missing?" Jin Sheng asked again, his tone becoming leisurely.

Jiang An was sweating profusely, and tried to cover up the topic by changing the topic: "Imitate your composition and practice your pen?"

"Let me ask you, is there a page missing here?"

Jin Sheng seemed to have forgotten that he didn't like Jiang An getting too close, so he took the initiative to move closer to Jiang An.

Jiang An was so stared at him that his heart was frightened, and he took out another piece of manuscript paper from his school bag, pressed it on the table and smoothed it out: "Is it this? This one doesn't need to be practiced, right?"

After a long time, Jin Sheng didn't speak.

Jiang An couldn't help it, and raised his head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression, but the first thing he saw was the corner of his lips pursing into a smile.

Jin Sheng was really trying to suppress his laughter, but he tried too hard, the muscles around his lips were tense, and he was betrayed by the two laughing sockets embedded in his chin.

The confusion in Jiang An's heart continued to accumulate, and the ice cream in the window continued to expand, from the size of an apple to the size of a ball of cotton candy.

His head was full of question marks, Jin Sheng actually wrote such an article and showed it to him, and even wanted him to use this practice pen?

Finally, Jin Sheng calmed down and rescued the poor manuscript paper from under Jiang An's palm, admiring a work of art: "Then let's talk, what do you think after reading it?"

Hearing this, Jiang An looked forward vigilantly. Fortunately, there were not many students in the classroom, and most of them were sleeping on their seats. The few standing here and there had earphones on their ears, so they were not sober when they looked at their backs. .

Jiang Anke was too sober, too sober!

He felt that the adrenaline was rushing, his heart was beating uncontrollably, and the rushing blood in his body made his legs numb.

Jiang An's body was clamoring for his anxious emotions, but his mouth was heavy and clumsy, and he couldn't articulate a few simple words: "You...why did you show me...this?"

Jin Sheng's voice was like strolling in a garden, walking into Jiang An's ear canal: "Then do you like it?"

Jiang An wanted to say that he didn't like it, but after thinking about it...he quite liked it.

Not only loved it, but did that to it.When he was doing that, it was the same as now, with Jin Sheng on his mind.

"Ah...me." Honesty and shame were fighting in his heart, and in the end both sides were hurt, and he could only falter and squeeze out these two specious words.

"That's why I like it." Jin Sheng seemed very satisfied, and continued to ask him, "What about prose? What about poetry? Do you like it?"

Jiang An didn't remember these things, they only stayed in Jiang An's sight for a short while, and then his cognition of literary forms was subverted by more exciting and beautiful words.

"Hmm..." Jiang An faltered, trying to evade it.

But how could Jin Sheng be perfunctory so easily, he frowned slightly: "Didn't you read those?"

"I read it... I read it." Jiang An anxiously defended himself, he didn't want to make Jin Sheng angry, "I read it, but then forgot..."

Jin Sheng seemed to have exhausted his patience, and he was about to leave again on his long legs. His tone was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion: "I promised to show you three days. You can finish the three essays tomorrow and hand them over to the next one." A classmate, just put the rest in the hole in my desk."

Jiang An froze in his seat, Jin Sheng's emotions fluctuated too much, and it was hard to predict whether it was true or false.

The ice cream in his imagination seemed to be a mixture of various flavors. The owner, Jin Sheng, pulled his ear and answered his question mysteriously: "It's a kind of delicacy you haven't tasted before."

Jin Sheng never talked to Jiang An again, and the next day Jiang An lingered by Jin Sheng's seat for several breaks but did not wait for him.

How fun is it outside?Does Jin Sheng mean that he is reluctant to leave?

After studying Jin Sheng's composition these days, he found that Jin Sheng is very good at using idioms and allusions.

He sincerely admired Jin Sheng, who not only read poetry and books, but also wrote so many exciting articles.

One day when Jin Sheng goes out to give a speech, he will definitely save up a few months to buy a front row seat and become his quiet believer.

During physical education class, Jiang An routinely squatted on the playground and pulled weeds by himself.He doesn't like physical education very much. This class left him naked on the playground, and he almost put a sign next to him: No one is playing with him, hahaha!

In this class, we organized a collective dodgeball game. The students in the class gathered in the center of the playground, men and women, laughing and laughing.

I think everyone's dodging talent is super strong, but Jiang An is weak. He was hit by the ball 30 meters away from the center of the crowd.

The person who accidentally hit him was the villain named Zhang Zhao in the back seat. Jiang An felt that if he could stand across from the sand pit when throwing the shot put, our country could win another gold medal in the next Olympic Games.

Jin Sheng took the initiative to replace Zhang Zhao and was sent off, circling the playground boredly.Seeing this, Jiang An followed silently.

In the past few days, he was secretly reviewing the game. Jin Sheng seemed to be very concerned about others knowing the friendship between the two of them, and he also hated himself getting too close to him.

Jiang An walked behind Jin Sheng, a few meters away from him, and when they walked around to a position a little further away from the classmates in the class, Jiang An raised his voice and spoke to him: "I read both your prose and poems. Yes, I think it's very well written."

Jin Sheng's pace remained unchanged, and he ignored it.

Jiang An went on to say: "The sound of the bell echoed in the mountain trails, frightening the egrets in the forest, like a strong wind blowing up white snow, circling and falling lightly." This sentence reminded me of when I was a child, I seemed to be near my grandma's house I have seen similar scenery in my mountain, but I was too stupid to describe its beauty, so I forgot it myself in the end, but when I saw this essay written by you, I remembered it all at once. "

Jin Sheng seemed to slow down a bit.

Jiang An took advantage of the victory to pursue: "You still wrote in your poem, "There is a tower in my heart, every step of growth will disappear a little bit, and in the end it will become a monument"...

Although I don't quite understand this sentence, after reading it several times seriously, I suddenly feel sad. I think this is the charm of poetry. "

If it was possible that Jin Sheng's reaction just now was Jiang An's illusion, then now he could clearly feel that Jin Sheng's footsteps were indeed slow, as if he was waiting for someone.

So Jiang An approached, side by side with him, wanting to look up at Jin Sheng's gloomy face.

To his surprise, Jin Sheng's face was not as ugly as he thought, and he even seemed a little happy.

Jiang An felt as if someone had opened its heart and stuffed a pigeon inside.

The pigeon flapped its wings indiscriminately, disturbing his heartbeat and mood.

Jin Sheng asked him at this moment: "Is there any more?"

Jiang An was stunned for a while, and replied with some pride: "Also, I have memorized all your works—"

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3. The diary knows too much

Shhh!

The dodgeball game entered a fierce stage, and there were about the same number of boys and girls left on the field, including the classmate of their class, and the boys were too embarrassed to play hard.

On the runway far away from them, Jiang An told Jin Sheng that he had memorized all the melancholy words written by him.

Fearing that Jin Sheng would not believe it, he recited two more poems in succession.

Jin Sheng stopped, slightly surprised: "Why are you carrying these things?"

Jiang An said seriously: "The teacher told us to learn more from you. I originally planned to memorize your award-winning essays, but I feel that you prefer the latter poems and prose to them, so I will learn from you. I like it and started to recite it."

"You memorized all these in one night?" Jin Sheng asked.

"How is this possible?" Jiang An looked at him with the eyes of a fool, it was a kind of cautious pride, as if there was a little man standing in his shadow and giggling, how could he ask such an outrageous question.

Jiang An continued: "I copied them all, and memorized them in the past few days...but I haven't memorized the award-winning ones. I don't know if memorizing them alone will work."

Jin Sheng was a little moved, and no longer cared about being treated as a fool by Jiang An, and continued to walk forward slowly, with a firm mouth: "I said, even if you memorize everything I wrote, it's okay for your Not much help."

"I remember, writing practice pens." Jiang An was a little distressed, "But I couldn't think of a topic for pen practice, and no one showed me after I finished the practice."

After a moment of silence, Jin Sheng seemed to join his distress: "If you beg me, maybe I will show kindness and help you..."

"Please." Jiang An approached him obviously with the intention of flattering him, "I can fetch water for you on duty, and if you have other requests, I will also agree."

Jin Sheng didn't make a statement, and walked on his own.Jiang An moved closer, leaning against his arm, stretching his neck to look at him, so as to show the urgent sincerity in his eyes at this moment.

"In the future, I will memorize all the poems and essays you write and praise you face to face!" Jiang An was about to hang on Jin Sheng like a gummy candy.

Jin Sheng took a few more steps, and said slowly, "It's not necessary to memorize it, but you can praise it to me in person, and read one chapter at a time."

At this moment, Jiang An has already imagined many conditions that Jin Sheng might ask: fetching water to run errands for hygiene, handing over love letters and asking for a phone to be used as a bus card... These are things that others always force him to do, but Jin Sheng did not expect But I chose the one with the lowest difficulty.

Jiang An was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he was anxious to fulfill the agreement: "Just now counts as one time, so you can give me some practice questions."

"Okay," Jin Sheng stretched out his index finger to poke Jiang An's little head, and barely peeled off the piece of gummy candy, "This time the topic is after-reading, to write about my feelings about the last article."

"No problem!" Jiang An chuckled at him.He thought in his heart, Jin Sheng is so stupid, the request is so easy, he is being taken advantage of.

Jin Sheng stared at his little face in a daze, and his brain burst into inspiration. He would definitely not go to bed early tonight, and he might be able to write an outrageous little composition.

He was still curious, would Jiang An still read it?If you read it, will you praise him sincerely with your big eyes blinking?

If he wanted to do something else it would be fine.

"This is the post-reading review you wrote?" When Jin Sheng finally saw Jiang An's sincere post-reading post-reading, it was already three days before his lunch break.

"Hmm..." Jiang An knew that he didn't write well, but judging by Jin Sheng's current expression, he should have written very badly.

"This article shows the author's excellent writing style and extraordinary literary talent. The writing style is vigorous, the spring is white and snowy, soul-stirring, refreshing, and lingering..."

Jin Sheng paused, swallowed a breath, "Where did you read this sentence?"

Jiang An was taught by his parents not to tell lies since he was a child, but now he can only confess cowardly: "I've looked here and there, mainly from the idiom dictionary."

Jin Sheng was silent, and asked him after a long time: "Do you know what I wrote in this article?"

Because Jin Sheng kept his head down, people couldn't see clearly the extent of his anger at the moment, Jiang An had no choice but to lower his position, twist his head on the desk to look at him, and tentatively replied: "The Jiangnan water town is...beautiful?"

Jin Sheng poked him on the forehead: "You know you still write soul-stirring, sunny spring and white snow?"

Jiang An felt a little pain, and frowned and sat upright again: "Isn't this a word you like to use?"

Jin Sheng was a little helpless: "I shouldn't be the only audience for your composition. You have to write something that everyone can understand and find meaningful after reading it. It's the same when you usually write a composition."

Jiang An retorted: "Then why don't you want to show others what you wrote?"

Jiang An is always so serious, whether he treats other people's suggestions or unintentional actions, he always uses them to analyze and reflect carefully, and lives so humbly and flatteringly.

Jin Sheng felt that the defense he had put up against him was slowly melting away, turning into gurgling spring water flowing by his side, making him very comfortable.

"Because my dad didn't let me write these, he forced me to study science, hoping that I could help him manage my family's business earlier." Jin Sheng couldn't help but confess to him.

"Ah..." Jiang An's voice sounded a bit embarrassing, and he asked, "Is your family's business big?"

Jin Sheng was amused, why was the way of comforting him different from what he thought.He replied to the serious face: "It's okay, it should be enough to support you."

Jiang An blinked, as if pondering Jin Sheng's words.He feels that he has become a little strange recently. He is looking forward to seeing Jin Sheng every day. Now, he is very happy.

The corner of Jin Sheng's mouth didn't come down, he snorted Jiang An's well-behaved hair, and said, "You're kidding."

Jiang An sat with his head buried, feeling his face was strangely hot.

Jin Sheng continued: "It's just to tease you by asking you to write a review. What I wrote is not good enough to ask people to write a review. You rewrite the composition of the last midterm exam, and I will show it to you when it is finished."

Jiang An asked in a daze: "I haven't praised you yet, you