Back in high school, I attacked my rival

Jie Qingyang couldn't help but look at his rival in love again.

Wearing a thin T-shirt and shorts early in the morning, with two big white legs just dangling like this, thin beads of sweat dripping from the forehead, his face was obviously flushed after the sports meeting, his breathing was slightly short of breath, and his collarbone was clear on his chest It can be seen that the brows and eyes are clear and cool, trying to show gentleness, and the light-colored eyes are full of light.

goblin!male goblin!

Such a person is free to come out and fool around, and he is also a teacher. Can those young girls who are in love resist it?Can you go to class with peace of mind?

Can I report it then?

He turned his eyes away and walked past He Zhixiu with his head raised.

"Jie Qingyang," "Why?" Jie Qingyang looked back.

The young man was full of vigor, his eyes were haughty and disdainful, but his face was frosted, very cold.

He Zhixiu smiled: "It's okay, study hard."

"I'm sick," Jie Qingyang exhaled quietly, turned his head, and pushed the box a little angrily. Just now, there was a crystal bead of sweat on the tip of the bangs on He Zhixiu's forehead, which was precarious. It should fall on his face or nose now.

Jie Qingyang shook his head and entered the boys' dormitory. The dormitory aunt had just woken up and was still combing her hair.

"Morning, Aunt Lou, have you eaten yet?" He passed by the window and greeted with a smile.

"Little Jie, it's the first time I've seen someone who really loves learning at such an early age and at such a young age. You're awesome, and you will be promising in the future."

"I will never forget you by then."

Aunt Lou smiled and rolled her eyes.

The new dormitory is 109, and there is only one place left in the dormitory. The roommates are also in the liberal arts innovation class, but they haven't had much contact with them.

Eight-person room, equipped with a hair dryer, the bathroom is quite large, and there are two pits.

Private schools are particular about tuition fees, which are a bit expensive, but he has never paid them.He remembered that when he first entered school, he was personally received by the principal, exempting tuition fees and living expenses for three years.

By the time he ran up and down to put the clothes rack and everything in his desired position, it was already twelve o'clock, and it was raining heavily outside.

Jie Qingyang stood at the door of the dormitory, waiting for the rain to stop. During the period, he asked Li Zhuo when he would come, but he hadn’t gotten up yet. He went crazy after playing games last night, so he ran to find the dormitory auntie, but the auntie was not there, so he probably went to the cafeteria up.

One after another, some students returned to the dormitory to put their luggage, and then left in pairs.

No one noticed that there was a lonely and lonely figure on the side.

At this moment, the boy wanted to smoke a little, his legs were numb after standing for a long time, and the rain didn't seem to stop.

He decided to run back to the classroom to get an umbrella. There are so many umbrellas hanging behind the classroom door, so he should borrow them first.

Bean-sized raindrops hit, and Jie Qingyang galloped in the heavy rain with a piece of clothing on top of his head. The school is really fucking big, and so is the rain.

Halfway through the run, my whole body was completely soaked, and the rainwater flowed into my eyes, nose and mouth, and I couldn't open them.

After finally arriving at the teaching building, the classroom door is not open? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

What kind of state secrets are hidden inside, and the door needs to be locked? ? ? ?

He shook his body, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Li Zhuo, "Who has the classroom key? If you can't come earlier, don't take the key, please!" Li Zhuo: "Brother, didn't you take one yourself? Jie Qingyang was dumbfounded. Where is his key? Rebirth hasn’t seen that key for so long. The last one to leave the classroom and lock the door. You are the first to arrive in the classroom, so you have one." Jie Qingyang: "You tell him to come to the school early to open the door, I forgot to bring it." Li Zhuo: " Okay. It's raining outside. I guess not many people come early. It's just you, so you can't get into the classroom now, where are you going? Come to my house, my dad just bought me the latest Apple mobile phone, treat you to dinner, "Jie Qingyang: "I'm going to go out to buy some things, and I'll appreciate your new phone when I go back to school." The auntie of the dormitory should have finished lunch, and he needs to change his clothes.

He was about to plunge into the pouring rain again, and a black umbrella came into view.

"Here, go back to the dormitory and change clothes," Jie Qingyang twitched, and reached out to press down the umbrella, "No, I'm already wet, so it's unnecessary."

As if He Zhixiu didn't hear it, he turned the umbrella and stuffed it into his hand, "It's not too late, be careful of catching a cold."

"You," Jie Qingyang wanted to swear, but He Zhixiu opened his umbrella and left.

The words were swallowed back.

The handle of the umbrella is still warm, and I instantly feel that the umbrella has an extraordinary aura, but this terrible thought usually does not last for more than two seconds.

Umbrellas are like people, pretend to be x.

Jie Qingyang opened the umbrella, and he didn't think much about it all the way. I didn't have to take his umbrella. Accepting the help of my rival was just to slap myself in the face, but I didn't take the initiative, and I didn't even give him the room to refuse. Ah, it’s not considered accepting good intentions. Who would accept a person who indirectly caused his wife to leave home? Be friends, right, so Yan Jiajia has to quickly fall in love with herself to be the truth.

It shouldn't be difficult to chase a 16-year-old young girl. Be handsome and cool, treat her well, and make her the brightest star in the crowd.

After making up his mind to change his clothes, he went out to the flower shop. He remembered that his wife liked pink roses, which were slightly scattered and sparkling.

"Boss, how much are these flowers?"

The boss looked at him as a student, "Ten yuan a flower."

"Shouldn't the flower shop be cheaper?" Jie Qingyang saw the large clusters of pink roses in his eyes, bent down and smelled them closely, the petals were delicate, half pink and half white, just right.

"The freshest ones can be kept for more than a week."

"Let's make it cheaper, boss," Jie Qingyang stood up straight, with eager desire for these words in his eyes.

"How much do you say?" The boss is a young man who is carefully trimming the bouquet and haggling with middle school students in an orderly manner.

"Two pieces."

"I'm a student."

The young man's hands holding the scissors shook, and he raised his eyelids, "You can't even be a beast." He pointed to a pile of withered and rotten flowers next to him, "Here, it's free, remove the outer layer of withered ones, wash it and wash it off." works."

Jie Qingyang walked over, squatted down to check, "Boss, are you short of short-term workers?" "No."

"Boss, I'll sell flowers for you. Can you give me a commission? The number of students is large and the spending power is strong. I'll help you expand the campus area. Start with our school. When I become bigger and stronger, I will expand to other schools in the urban area. , Do you think it will work?" He turned over and over again but couldn't find any flowers that he could see, so he gave up. Don't save money, you have to spend what you need.

The young boss put a few repaired flowers into a vase on the counter, looked at the little slippery head, "Do you really think I haven't been to high school? Can these things be brought in, and there will be good things if they are brought in? Don't waste a bouquet of spring colors."

"Then boss, can you do me another favor?" "Why do you have so many things to do, tell me."

Jie Qingyang walked to the counter, "You guys are only 5 minutes away from Tunan High School. This month, I will send a flower to Tunan High School every morning at [-] o'clock. Now that I'm married with my wife, I'll treat you to a wedding wine, pay for all the flowers in your store, and hire an agent in your area."

The young man couldn't hold back anymore, and was overwhelmed by Jie Qingyang's serious nonsense, "Boy, it's really unnecessary for a flower, haha." He took a flower from the vase and handed it to Jie Qingyang, "Take it to chase after it." The person you like, while you are young."

Jie Qingyang looked down, unsure: "For free? Don't want my money?"

The young man tapped rhythmically on the glass counter, "Before I change my mind, you'd better accept it as soon as you see it."

"I'll take it when I see it. You have to promise me to send me flowers every morning at seven o'clock. All my belongings are here." Jie Qingyang took out all the money on his body and put it on the counter, a total of 280 yuan two.

"Not enough, you come to my school, I will treat you to breakfast."

The young man confiscated the money, and just smiled, "Look at your enthusiasm, forget about breakfast, I still want to become a district agent and make a fortune."

Jie Qingyang also grinned, "I won't lie to you. Thank you boss, you are handsome and nice. Without me, you will get rich sooner or later."

Holding both the money and the flowers firmly in his hands, he left the flower shop.

As long as you are shameless, there is nothing you can't accomplish.

Went to buy some snacks for his wife, Jie Qingyang finished shopping in the supermarket, and then went to watch the movie that will be released recently, "Charlotte's Annoyance" on September [-]. He decided to take his wife to watch this comedy during the monthly vacation.

The student ID card can be half-price, and then think about other ways to make money.

Li Zhuo called him on the way.

"Hei Pi, have you come to school?"

Li Zhuo: "Brother Jie, no, it's already ten past six, are you still here? Hurry up, our new homeroom teacher is here." Suddenly a roar came from the phone.

"Li Zhuo! Bring your phone!" There was another bang, the phone probably couldn't be kept, and five horses died heroically.

Jie Qingyang hurried into the school with a big bag of snacks and a flower, and sure enough there was a huge, murderous figure standing on the podium.

You can feel the eerie atmosphere in the class from a distance.

It's already 06:30, but only half of the people have come. They are all looking down at their homework. No one is doing anything unrelated to study. Is this still Class Nine?

"Report! Old," the back is so familiar, turned around, and after looking at it, he smiled, "Jie Qingyang, it's very early, why don't you stop shopping and come tomorrow, look at the whole class being brought by you It’s a mess, the school said it will be closed at 06:30, what time is it now? Ah, what time is it, how many people are here!!”

Jie Qingyang is really convincing. If this high-pitched voice does not participate in The Voice of China, he is worthy of the talent given by his parents. At least all the buildings above the third floor will suffer, and the children will be numb.

Zhao Tiandi is really not bragging.

So who the hell changed Zhao Deyou to class nine!Can't live in the future?

He glanced at the classroom, Li Zhuo shook his head sullenly, and somehow folded the latest iPhone, probably pulling Zhao Deyou's family out to greet him all over the place.

Chen Junhe sat at the first table in a regular manner, doing his homework without moving his eyes.

Yan Jiajia didn't come.

"Report."

"Report."

The crisp and energetic juvenile voice raised the tense atmosphere of the whole class to a higher level.

A group of undead stood behind Jie Qingyang.

"Stand up for me! I have heard for a long time that your ninth class is a big name, with poor discipline and no rules. Sure enough, you can see for yourself. The other classes have started to talk about business, and our class is still waiting for someone to come. It's against the sky. Really, I don’t clean up today..."

"I was wrong, Mr. Zhao, we were all wrong, don't be angry," Jie Qing Yangjin put the plastic bag on the ground, took out the pale pink rose from the pocket of his trousers, and found a small one from the bag. Glass vase, "To express my apologies, this pink rose is given to you. It means gratitude and touch, and it also means that we will remember the wrong things we did today. Mr. Zhao, we were wrong, not just today , I will give it to you every day in the future, please forgive me once, just this time, I can guarantee that everyone will never do it again!"

The students behind immediately agreed, "Yes, Mr. Zhao, we were wrong. We will make your office full of fragrance in the future. It is really wronged to lead our class, and you have worked so hard."

"Mr. Zhao, although this intention is small, we will persist."

"I know that you are angry for the good of our class. If you hate iron, it's okay. We will change it."

"Under your leadership, we will definitely be a different Class Nine, the best class in the whole school."

"Yes, please trust us, and please trust yourself."

Zhao Deyou stared at the delicate and beautiful flowers on the podium, and listened to all kinds of sweet words, the heart of the irascible hunk softened slightly, and his mouth began to be confused, "You, this, me, you all come back. Go to your seat."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

Jieqing Yangdun felt that sitting down felt really good, steadfast, at ease, and comfortable, and being the target of public criticism was too uncomfortable.

It's a pity that a courtship flower was sacrificed.

He looked at the vacant seat by the window at the third table from the left.

Why hasn't my wife come yet?

Don't die, he didn't spend it.

"Squad leader, write down the names of those who didn't come, and I'll contact the parents."

Chen Junhe tore off the post-it note, turned around, and wrote down his name.

"Squad leader, don't remember Yan Jiajia's words, save face."

Chen Junhe turned a deaf ear, Yan Jiajia was the first to write.

"You're really good, Chen Junhe!" Jie Qingyang angrily took out his geography book.

Yan Jiajia didn't come until the second recess.

"Whose things? Whose snacks are here for me??" Yan Jiajia screamed impatiently, "If no one recognizes me, throw it away!"

The neighbors on the left and right just watched, pretending not to know, and did not respond.

Waking up Jie Qingyang who was sleeping, he looked at Yan Jiajia with hazy eyes and yawned, "Honey, what's wrong?"