God of danger

The laughter in the classroom started from Hu Xinyi, and quickly continued into roaring laughter.

Everyone is from Jiuyi, and they take English classes a lot. Even if they haven't answered the questions themselves, they have seen others answer them.

Fluent, Chinese, incomprehensible, and quiet as chickens have all been seen, but I guess this type of playing with the teacher is really rare, and what is even more frightening is that everyone understands what he is competing for. .

This reaction was really a comedian's magic, Hu Xinyi's laugh was suddenly poked, and he couldn't help laughing and lay down on the table.

Obliquely in front of him, Lu Rongxing had the disadvantage of facing Guan Jie with his back. Since he didn't have eyes on the back of his head, he only heard the first half of Guan Jie's words, so he didn't know what everyone was laughing at.

He turned around in bewilderment, put his left hand on the top of the chair back and looked up at the person.

Guan Jie bathed in his eyes, gradually embarrassed amidst the laughter of the crowd.

The enthusiasm and appeal of the foreign teacher is really scary. Guan Jie never answered English questions before, and of course the teacher didn't bother to point him out, but Philip kept encouraging him to comeon, and he smiled very brightly.

Guan Jie felt that he didn't look like a teacher, and his mentality was not as restrained as usual in class. He didn't remember what to say about the lighter, and then died of reacting too quickly.

Like most of the students, he was stung by the laughter in the classroom, but he couldn't help but want to laugh at the same time.

Apart from the blemish of poor English, Guan Jie felt that his answer was a bit witty.

As soon as Lu Rongxing turned around, he saw him holding back a smile, but the finger didn't move, and the hand just started to retract. Lu Rongxing missed the critical moment, and he didn't quite understand it at once. How to make a fire.

Fortunately, at this moment, the teacher in the aisle came to answer his questions.

Philip usually smokes, so he can understand Guan Jie's hand gestures at a glance, and his own Chinese is also learned upside down. He doesn't mind any grammar and expressions at all. In his opinion, no matter what method he uses, being able to communicate is king.

So no one thought that Guan Jie's seemingly funny answer would still be well received by the teacher.

Philip enthusiastically returned the same gesture to Guan Jie in public, as if he said with great satisfaction: "yeah, very good, youjust said, right?"

This foreigner's Chinese accent is very strong, but his pronunciation is still clear. Guan Jie heard that he was talking about a lighter, and immediately nodded and said yes, and then his buttocks were ready to land at any time.

It's a pity that he underestimated the determination of foreigners to encourage them to talk more.

Philip didn't intend to let him go at all, and asked him with a smile if there was no other way.

Guan Jie thought he was liberated, he didn't pay attention to listening to the questions at all, he was only waiting for the order to sit down.

As a result, when the classroom became quiet, apart from responding with a sudden silence, he could only sneak a glance at Lu Rongxing, to see if this good man who had handed him a note once was willing to stick to his good deeds to the end.

Good deeds, good deeds, kind Lu Rongxing, Guan Jie hoped that he would be willing.

But in the next second, he turned his eyes to the front, only to see that Lu Rongxing was smiling just like He Weixiao, Huang Can and others... Well, there is a little difference, he is the most handsome, and he also smiles. Be the most reserved.

Guan Jie's hopes faded in an instant, and even Lu Rongxing was laughing at him. It really wasn't unreasonable for him to hate Ingrid.

Although Lu Rongxing didn't see Guan Jie's performance, he even listened to it and watched it. Thanks to the teacher for copying it again, he basically knew what he did behind his back.

Guan Jie had been away for half a year, and Lu Rongxing had been there for such a long time. He hadn't seen him get embarrassed, so much so that he almost forgot in his mind that even if Guan Jie was armed to the point of competition, he was still a little fool at heart.

He actually compared a lighter with his hand...

Lu Rongxing really didn't know how his brains grew, he was so convinced that he happily made Lu Rongxing forget about taking him to lie down and win, and he became a crowd of onlookers waiting for a good show.

Soon he saw Guan Jie suddenly look over, stared at him for a moment, and then twitched the right corner of his mouth inexplicably.

It was impossible for Lu Rongxing to distinguish such a quick and subtle change in expression. He glanced at Guan Jie and realized in a fleeting moment that he was looking around when it was time to answer the question. It's just gone.

Guan Jie is indeed in this situation, but it's okay if he can't answer, anyway, it won't be more ridiculous than a lighter.

His eyes were already preparing to turn back and tell the teacher that he didn't know.

But at this moment, Lu Rongxing, who was still in his eyes, moved.

Guan Jie saw him move, and the focus instantly pulled back to him, and then he saw Lu Rongxing sitting sideways on the front seat, like a married chicken following a chicken, playing authentic English without showing off, and it turned out to be a hands-on party.

When it comes to which one is better at making a fire, if you have a lighter, you can't miss the matches.

Lu Rongxing looked at him solemnly, not knowing whether it was a joke or a joke, he imitated the gesture of... striking a match.

Guan Jie stared at him with big eyes, and wanted to roll his eyes at him.

What kind of strong support is this?Can't he compare to matches?That is impossible.

When he was doing experimental training at Z University, he learned more than a dozen tactical sign languages ​​for organic experiments, such as standing up and shaking your palms from side to side, which means that this thing cannot be added, and holding your left arm with your right hand sideways means that your container is about to explode, etc. wait.

Guan Jie's hand gestures were unidentifiable, but this was an oral English class, even if he was an idiot, he wouldn't fall down twice in the same place at once.

So although he was the one he liked, Guan Jie still decided to seek truth from facts. He gave Lu Rongxing a speechless glance, and at the same time ignored the movement of Hu Xinyi stabbing him in the waist, and acted like the wind with a sentence of "I don't know." Got the right to sit down.

Before Lu Rongxing could say match, it was useless, so Guan Jie could only sit down, move his lips, and let out a dissatisfied "Phi" to himself.

This attitude should be regarded as ignorant of good people, but the good guy Lu Rongxing gained more happiness from him than unhappiness, and couldn't help grinning so hard that his teeth showed.

He has loved teasing Guan Chao Mao since he was a child, and this time was no exception. He blatantly brushed a match in the void at Guan Jie again, dubbed the sound effect, and imitated Guan Jie's Chinese English and said in a low voice: "Gull woo Kuo died, An De Z died."

The teacher was gone, but he was still talking endlessly. Guan Jie raised his leg and kicked him on the bench, with a look of disgust on his face: "I'm dying of laughter."

This meant that he had a good temper, and someone else would have slapped him long ago, but Guan Jie thought about it, and felt that if it wasn't for him, Lu Rongxing would not have made such a joke with others, so his disgust disappeared in an instant.

Lu Rongxing felt a little tremor coming from the chair surface, the intensity was very weak, which meant that the person who stepped down didn't use much strength.

The teacher had already moved to the seat a few rows ahead. Lu Rongxing kept looking back and couldn't justify it. He had to smile and leave a sentence, then turned and sat upright: "I can't die, I still have to see what you do in the next class." Excellent performance."

Excellent dick!

Before class, Guan Jie was struggling with him whether he should listen to the lecture or not, but now he was talking like farting, poking his head forward to make small talk: "Goodbye friend, I won't come to the next class."

Lu Rongxing stuck to the back of the chair, turned his head to show him his face, his laughter and voice were very low, and there was a sense of persuasion and coaxing in it: "Come on, I will sit next to you next time, I will take care of you Any question can be answered."

Guan Jie didn't care about outstanding performances, but he kind of wanted to sit beside him, tilted his head to support his face, promised 10 times in his heart, and still pretended to be reserved: "Really?"

There is no problem with the answer, if it is right, let’s talk about it, Lu Rongxing looked confident: "Really."

Guan Jie's heart does not allow him not to agree, this is a great opportunity to increase contact.

The atmosphere in Philip's class is relaxed, and the students are relatively more active, but it turns out that both open and secret love are heartbroken. Lu Rongxing and Guan Jie didn't pay much attention to the lecture, and kept passing notes secretly.

Guan Jie: Do you think I should listen to Lao Zhang?

Lu Rongxing: Yes, but can you listen?

Guan Jie: Enough

Lu Rongxing: You are so clear, then follow your own plan.

Guan Jie: But what the teacher said makes sense.

Lu Rongxing was too lazy to write any words, so he directly pulled an arrow from the side, pointing back to the line "it should be".

Guan Jie saw that there was nothing to talk about. He didn't dare not listen to the teacher's words. He didn't have the courage to make up his mind. He poked his chin on the table discouragedly and languished for a while. Add boxes, diamonds and arrows to the content, and draw a program block diagram of a loop statement.

After Lu Rongxing took it, he was stunned for a moment, and wrote below: This is something in our third year math book. When did you learn it?

Guan Jie was even more at a loss when he saw it, and was a little surprised. He couldn't hold back his burning gossip, and muttered behind his back: "It's in a math book? Isn't it, isn't this a for loop in C language? "

Lu Rongxing doesn't engage in NOIP and hasn't gone to college, so he turned to look at him: "What is C language?"

Guan Jie looked around and paid attention to the teacher's movements, and said in a very low voice, "It seems to be a computer programming method, and I don't know much about it."

Lu Rongxing: "Then where did you know this?"

Guan Jie: "I was bored while waiting for the experiment in the provincial selection team. I saw a big guy playing with a calculator and asked him what he told him."

The boss outside is a real master, a double-competition party of chemistry and biology. Everyone can only use the Casio fx for addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. The gods can make up simple formulas and solve them with one click.

After Guan Jie went out, he realized that the original gold boss of their family was strong, but he was not a genius, so he felt the pressure to not hold back the tears.

However, from Lu Rongxing's point of view, Guan Jie seemed to be smarter than he thought. He was a little surprised and said, "Can you understand what the boss said?"

"It's okay, what is it to understand," but the few people who squatted in the corridor understood it that day, Guan Jie didn't think it was so difficult.

Of course, one aspect that feels simple is also because he has only been exposed to the concept and has not done the questions at all.

"Then you're a bit good," Lu Rongxing finished complimenting him graciously, and then ruthlessly exposed his shortcomings, "Anyway, I've never done a single question right in repeating this chapter."

What i, s, t, when to jump out of the loop, it made his head hurt.

In fact, Guan Jie has always felt that the reason why Lu Rongxing's mathematics is poor is because of his own virtue in foreign languages. The worse he is, the more he resists. .

Who are they stupider than?Are you really not good at learning this subject?

Obviously before passing the note, Guan Jie thought that was the case, but when the object was changed to Lu Rongxing, he quietly betrayed again, because if Lu Rongxing was stupid, then he would be blind if he liked him.

"Hey," Guan Jie was silent for a while, then suddenly put his hands on his shoulders from behind, and leaned behind his ear and said, "I have a consultation with you."

Lu Rongxing was a little itchy from the airflow and snort of his words, but he didn't move at all: "Get ready, hit."

Guan Jie laughed, a little embarrassed: "It's a holiday this week, you can show me the book and exercises in that chapter, and I'll see if I can do it well. If I can do it, I'll tell you about it." ,OK?"

"You want to be my math tutor?" Lu Rongxing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and said with a smile, "How much is it for an hour?"

Guan Jie was appreciated by him, and his laughter was obviously a little more joyful: "No money, you can help me read English, underline a few important words for me to recite, o okay?"

The teacher made him fly with soy sauce, but Lu Rong rowed, Guan Jie felt that he should be willing to do it a little bit.

And he didn't have extravagant expectations of how well he could learn, he asked to be very compassionate, as long as he exceeded the passing line.

Lu Rongxing hadn't figured out how to trap him yet, but he jumped over by himself first. Lu Rongxing felt that rounding it up could be regarded as a favor of God, so he smiled and said, "OK."