Invalid confession

"Jiang Heng," Lao Zhou finally finished, "come out with me."

"Here we come." Jiang Heng went out through the back door to join Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou pulled him to the window.

"The teacher's anger is over, so we won't mention it anymore," Lao Zhou said, "Shao Hanye is the same, there is no special treatment."

"En." Jiang Heng nodded.

"I've seen his original grades," Lao Zhou smiled, "Although the average score of our class is still a bit lower than that of our class, this kid is very good at physics, and even published a paper in a provincial journal , you can consider self-enrollment, "

"However, that's all for later," Lao Zhou sighed, "It still depends on whether his average score can be raised."

"I will try my best to help." Jiang Heng understood what Lao Zhou meant.

Lao Zhou smiled, "You don't have to try your best. After all, our class still points at you to get high marks. Just take a look at it more often. Don't let him play with his mobile phone in class, don't sleep, and his game. Play, just remind him."

"It's probably not easy to quit this thing," Lao Zhou said, "Give him a period of adaptation, and don't have to hold on so tightly as soon as he comes up."

"Also, you can ask Shao Hanye if he can live there," Lao Zhou said, "His parents seem to be in province A, so they didn't come with him."

"If he doesn't stay, you can also ask him where he lives. In case he plays truant, we will have a place to find him."

Jiang Heng smiled, "Not at all."

"You are still too young," Lao Zhou said. "In the last class I led, there was a student who was similar to him. He was transferred temporarily in the third year of high school. At that time, I didn't have such a good helper like you. It’s a top class, with no experience in this field, it’s a problem if there is too much management and too little management, in the end, it’s still not optimistic, and he dropped out of school in the second semester of senior year.”

"I'll think about trying to persuade him. There's nowhere to find him. His parents are responsible for dropping out of school, and the parents don't want to care about it anymore," Lao Zhou said regretfully, "It's also about playing games. Games are harmful."

Jiang Heng didn't say anything, Lao Zhou was done with his sadness, and he gave a "don't worry," guarantee.

It seems that Lao Zhou's dissatisfaction also exists in playing games, a knot in his heart.

"After a while, when the news of our school's self-enrollment comes out, you can talk to him carefully," Lao Zhou said, "If he studies hard, his grades can reach the average line of our class, and he has passed self-enrollment. .”

Jiang Heng nodded, "I see."

"Okay," Lao Zhou said, "it's nothing more, I can rest assured that you can do things."

"Tell you bad things about me?" Shao Hanye looked at Jiang Heng's return and turned to Jiang Heng's side.

Jiang Heng glanced at him, "No."

"Lying," Shao Hanye said, "Where is your sincerity?"

Jiang Heng sighed, "Yes."

Shao Hanye smiled, reached out and pulled off Jiang Heng's school uniform sleeve.

Jiang Heng glanced at him, then smoothed his sleeves helplessly.

"The school uniform can be picked up after the first class. I'll take you there," Jiang Heng said. "There are also textbooks. Did you bring any books or workbooks today?"

Shao Hanye opened the black bag and took a look inside, "There are three bottles of milk."

"..." Jiang Heng didn't want to say anything anymore.

He casually flipped through a book in his desk, a physics exercise book he had done during the holidays.

Just as I was about to give it to him, I saw three bottles of milk neatly arranged on the desk.

Jiang Heng turned his head to look at Shao Hanye helplessly again.

"Today's milk," Shao Hanye smiled and took the exercise book Jiang Heng handed over, "I only brought this morning's milk, and I will recite it together in the morning."

"You brought three bottles," Jiang Heng tried to think in Shao Hanye's way of thinking, "you can share half with me, and you don't need to give them all, because then you won't have anything to drink."

"I'm fine," Shao Hanye said, "It doesn't matter how tall you are."

One word seals the throat.

Boys of this age are very sensitive to height.

But Jiang Heng still only took one bottle, and put the rest back for Shao Hanye.

"Give me your home address," Jiang Heng said, "Is it convenient?"

"It's convenient," Shao Hanye took out his phone, "Come on, add a WeChat."

Jiang Heng pushed down his glasses, "Sorry, I don't bring a mobile phone to school, or you can write me your WeChat ID, and I'll add you when I get home."

"Are there still students who don't bring mobile phones to school?" Shao Hanye narrowed his eyes, "Are you rejecting me?"

"No!" Sun Rong turned around immediately, "He really doesn't use a mobile phone, the kind that he doesn't play at home. His eyes are only on studying."

Shao Hanye smiled, "Understood."

Sun Rong turned back.

Shao Hanye raised his head and glanced at the clock in the class. It was almost time for the first class, and it was time for good students to start studying.

"Can you write?" Shao Hanye pointed to the first page of the workbook.

"Yes," Jiang Heng said, "this book has been finished."

Shao Hanye raised his pen and wrote down a row of numbers in the middle, "Are you a clean freak?"

Jiang Heng whispered: "I know you still write."

Shao Hanye hooked the corner of his mouth and asked deliberately: "Then why did you agree with me to write up?"

Jiang Heng glanced at him, but said nothing.

Shao Hanye stared at him for a while, "tsk", and commented: "You have such a good temper."

Just as Jiang Heng wanted to politely reply "Thank you", Shao Hanye added, "It's easy to be bullied."

"No one bullies my class monitor!" Sun Rong turned around again.

Shao Hanye folded his arms helplessly, "Are you a school committee?"

Sun Rong was stunned for a moment, "Yes."

"Does the school committee not need to study?" Shao Hanye asked.

Sun Rong choked.

"Okay," Jiang Heng took the exercise book back, wanting to copy it with a sticky note, "Sit down, class will start right away."

Shao Hanye looked at Jiang Heng's handwriting, "It's really pretty."

Jiang Heng said truthfully: "Your is calligraphy, and mine is at most neat."

He just noticed Shao Hanye's handwriting, which is strong and strong, and it can be seen that he has practiced calligraphy.

Shao Hanye leaned on his chin and looked at him, "Squad leader, your mouth is so sweet."

"Pfft!" Sun Rong spat out a mouthful of water.

"It's raining!" Zhao Zhiran wiped her face and got up.

Sun Rong quickly took out a piece of paper and helped Zhao Zhiran wipe her face, "Sorry, sorry."

"It's okay." Zhao Zhiran looked at Shao Hanye who was holding back her laughter, and Jiang Heng whose ears were red, with a dazed expression on her face.

"Turn back, class will start later." Jiang Heng said without looking up.

"Oh, good."

In the middle of the first class, Jiang Heng suddenly realized, why didn't he just hand Shao Hanye a note?

If you have to go back and forth like this, in the end...

Forget it, Jiang Heng sighed in his heart, talking to this person is always easy to be led by the nose.

However, in class, Shao Hanye was still very honest.

Although the posture of listening to the class was not very good, Da Lala leaned back on the chair, and his legs stretched out in the aisle for a while, and bent outside the desk for a while.

But Jiang Heng knew that he was listening, and he would jot down a few notes in the exercise book from time to time.

Okay, now this exercise book is no different from a sticky note.

The only variable is Sun Rong at the front desk.

Sun Rong always turned to give Shao Hanye a look from time to time, for fear that he would say or do something to bully his class monitor.

In the end, when Jiang Heng left after class, he had to say "thank you" to Sun Rong in advance.

Shao Hanye watched from the side.

Jiang Heng called him "senior" before following him.

But the expression is still not very happy.

"I need to measure the size first, and then someone will help to pick it up from the warehouse. It will take about 3 minutes." Jiang Heng slowed down a little. "We can go to the fourth floor to pick up the book in the middle."

Shao Hanye heard the general idea, mainly because he was looking at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng's school uniform gave people a different feeling. Maybe he was serious about cleanliness. He really did it. He wore the school uniform without any wrinkles, and even the collar of the school uniform was not neat.

Looking at it from afar, he knew that this boy must have some kind of job on him.

"Who is the chairman of the student union of No. [-] Middle School?" Shao Hanye asked casually after thinking about this.

Jiang Heng stopped and looked back at him, "How do you know it's me?"

Shao Hanye patted his forehead, "I knew it."

Your uncle knows?But when he asked, "Who is your uncle?", Jiang Heng suddenly realized that he was led by Shao Hanye, and his thinking was too deviant, and he was faintly unscrupulous, and it was impossible to continue like this.

He is a sensible man.

"Yeah." Jiang Heng turned his head and continued to walk forward.

There were more than 20 books in total, and the freshmen and sophomores also took them together. Jiang Heng wanted to help with it, but Shao Hanye only gave him three books, and the sum of the three books was not as thick as a math book.

But Shao Hanye carried a large stack of books, and his movements were still nimble and free.

Jiang Heng suddenly wanted to go home and listen to his mother.

His mother is a doctor, and gave him many suggestions on his growing diet, but Jiang Heng rejected them on the grounds that he didn't like to eat, because he never realized the seriousness and necessity of this matter.

Although it is not yet 180, it is only 2cm away. I usually wear shoes, which is a standard height.

Until today, he met Shao Hanye, a boy who needs him to look up and can pick up two desks and move more than 20 books downstairs at will.

Looking at the three booklets in my hand again, a feeling of sadness welled up in my heart.

"How is it?" Shao Hanye put the book on the table, and took out another bottle of milk from the desk, "Do you want to drink?"

Jiang Heng took it silently and gave Shao Hanye three booklets.

Shao Hanye smiled and drank a bottle himself.

And when he threw the empty bottle into the trash can, Jiang Heng had just unscrewed the bottle cap.

It's definitely not hypocritical, or his hands are weak, he really only took three seconds.

"Three seconds?" Jiang Heng looked at him in shock.

"Ah," Shao Hanye separated the book, "I'm thirsty."

Jiang Heng looked at the bottle in his hand and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"How about—" Shao Hanye pushed the bottle back as soon as it was handed out.

"Don't," Shao Hanye said with a smile, "This bottle of yours is enough for me to drink. You can drink it slowly, or do you want to grow any longer?"

Yes, I have to grow, Jiang Heng picked up the bottle and took a sip in a complicated mood.

"Six bottles a day?" Mom was shocked, "Is he going to heaven?"

Jiang Heng smiled bitterly, "Almost, he is 195."

"How much?" Mom was shocked again, "195?"

"Ah," after finishing speaking, Jiang Heng felt that it was a bit exaggerated, so he added: "To be precise, it is 194.5."

"That's high enough." Dad came over with a cup of tea, "Where are you going? He probably didn't reach his chin."

Jiang Heng chose to eat quietly and did not answer the conversation.

Dad smiled, "You are disobedient, your mother is a professional doctor, can she lie to you?"

Jiang Heng said, "No."

Mom made a glass of milk and came over, "Drink it, drink my lady's milk powder first, and when your dad gets off work at night, I will bring you a box of pure milk back."

"I drank it today." Jiang Heng looked at the big glass full, and the two big bottles of milk in his stomach were clamoring.

The author has something to say:

It's very rough. The old man is already online. I don't know if you still remember that when Shao Hanye ate Sheng Xiaoyu chips, he directly grabbed a large handful and stuffed them into his mouth.

However, the "goods" have already left the factory and will not be refunded. It is too late for you to regret it now. Keep watching him, he can be even rougher!Hahaha.

(The author murmurs in a low voice: But the one who can't bear it first should be Xiao Jiangheng.)

Thanks for comments and favorites!bow!See you tomorrow~