"Zhuang Ziping?"

Someone stood behind Jiang Xiaokui and read out her name written in the notebook.

Jiang Xiaokui was so frightened that she almost jumped up, she quickly ticked off the name with a pen, turned around and stared at Jing Pengze who suddenly appeared.

"Why are you staying here without reading in the morning?" and you've been kicked out too?" she asked angrily.

Jing Pengze didn't have any emotion, he said, "Earlier, the head teacher asked me to go out to the physics teacher before the end of the morning reading to communicate about the change of class, her voice is not small, you didn't hear it standing here?"

Jiang Xiaokui thought that she should have seen his name outside Zhuang Ziping's class at that time, and swallowed a little weakly.

Jing Pengze also shifted the conversation to the original part, "Why did you write Zhuang Ziping's name, do you know him, or do you like him?"

Jiang Xiaokui's heart was even more confused, she turned her back to Jing Pengze, and said, "I don't know." ”

She didn't lie, she really didn't know her. In the eyes of ordinary people, no one likes people she doesn't know, so she thinks that she shouldn't ask Jing Pengze if she answers like this.

Unexpectedly, he actually asked, "Like it?"

Jiang Xiaokui still turned her back to him, and she didn't speak.

"Zhuang Ziping, a sports student, was promoted from the third middle school, and he has been talking about girlfriends since junior high school. His grades and sports scores were not enough to go to our school, and his family spent money to sell the places that did not belong to him. How's it going, do you still like it?"

"......" Jiang Xiaokui turned back to look at Jing Pengze speechlessly, "Are you a pervert? ”

"When I was changing my homework in the office, I happened to hear his homeroom teacher say. ”

"You won't bluff me, what will the head teacher say?"

But after asking this, Jiang Xiaokui suddenly felt that there seemed to be nothing that could not be done.

Teachers are also human beings, and they will also have good or bad opinions about their students, they will wear colored glasses, and they will gossip with friends.

Jiang Xiaokui thought again-I don't know if I'm also terrible in the mouths of these teachers.

Thinking of this, she sprouted a sense of intimacy with Zhuang Ziping that "they are also fallen people at the end of the world". wanted to refute Jing Pengze a few more words, only to find that he had already gone out for a while.

Not long after, Zhuang Ziping, who was playing downstairs, came up the stairs with a basketball in his arms. Jiang Xiaokui subconsciously turned the book back to the page of the preface of King Teng's Pavilion, even though she had already crossed out Zhuang Ziping's name so much that she couldn't see it.

Zhuang Ziping was greeting his friends around him, until a boy said something to him and pointed in the direction of Jiang Xiaokui, and his eyes turned to Jiang Xiaokui's side.

"It's you again. He walked up the last few stairs in three steps and two steps, stood in front of her, and said to her with a smile, "What a mistake is this, I stand here every day." ”

There was a feeling in the tone in which Zhuang Ziping spoke to her that no one she had met before - to put it bluntly, it was just a sense of frivolity.

But at the moment, Jiang Xiaokui seemed to be carried away by some unknown emotion, not only did she not feel disgusted, but she also felt happy to be accosted.

"When I was reading in the morning, I saw that you were playing ball and the teacher found out, and she punished me for writing the preface to King Teng's Pavilion. Jiang Xiaokui didn't know where she got the courage from, so she raised her head and responded to him in a tone similar to his, "You are also responsible for this matter." ”

Zhuang Ziping didn't seem to expect her to say this, he smiled and asked her, "Okay, how many times, I'll help you write half of it." ”

Jiang Xiaokui said truthfully.

Zhuang Ziping nodded, "I'll send it to you when I'm done." ”

With that last sentence, he and his group of friends headed in the other direction of the hallway. Jiang Xiaokui looked at his back, and her heart kept pounding.

At this time, she was like a person who was completely disgusted with her original life, and Zhuang Ziping was the stranger who didn't know where he came from, and he didn't even need to describe to her how good the place he lived was, as long as he waved at her, she wanted to follow.

Jiang Xiaokui, who had never experienced what "rebellion" was like in her life for more than ten years, tasted the sweetness in just two days.

She was no longer in a daze, and turned back to the windowsill to collect her books. In a trance, she saw Jing Pengze, who was standing not far away, looking at her.

She didn't know when he was standing there, and she didn't know if he saw that she was talking to Zhuang Ziping just now.

She thought to herself half-wickedly in her heart - it would be good if I saw it, knowing that I didn't hate Zhuang Ziping after listening to his description, he would definitely be angry.

The other half of her was a little worried - what if she really saw it, he wouldn't sue my parents.

But just when she was entangled in her heart, Jing Pengze had already walked over and bypassed her and went straight into the classroom, without talking to her. The moment he passed by, he seemed to glance at her.

Jiang Xiaokui read disdain in that look.

For a moment, she felt breathless, sad and angry. But soon she calmed down and told herself: From the moment she decided not to force herself to be a good student, from the moment she decided to pursue happiness, people like Jing Pengze and I were not all the way. If he hates it, let him hate it.

She returned to the classroom with her books in hand, and when she got to her seat, she noticed that there was an extra bag on the table that she had never seen before.

opened the bag, and inside was a pen of the same brand as the one she was trampled on by Jing Pengze yesterday, and there was a note next to it, with only three words written: Compensation for you.

Jing Pengze's handwriting is regular and clean, which is why he has been practicing regular script.

The font is horizontal and vertical, with sharp edges and corners, but it also looks like Jing Pengze.

Jiang Xiaokui looked in the direction of Jing Pengze, he was writing something at the desk, but he didn't look at her. She sighed, and the previous sense of relief that was hated and didn't matter was a little dissipated at this time.

After class, Jiang Xiaokui walked to Jing Pengze's table and said to him, "Actually, that pen is not so bad that it can't be used, you don't need to pay me one." ”

Jing Pengze didn't speak, just leaned back in his chair and looked up at her, as if he knew that she still had something to say.

Jiang Xiaokui frowned, and said again, "Thank you for the homework, but next time there is the same situation, you don't have to help me lie." ”

"Do you think I will do what you don't say?" Jing Pengze's hand close to the table slowly turned a pen, and when he spoke, the movement of turning the pen stopped, "I didn't do that to help you, I just didn't want you to make mistakes one after another, causing the teacher to finally contact your parents and make Aunt Wen and them sad." Jiang Xiaokui, I don't know what's going on with you, but I still remind you, don't mess around, don't fall, what I look down on the most is people who have fallen by their own temperament. ”

Jiang Xiaokui, who had already calmed down, was caught up by his last few words, and she wanted to shout at him - yes, in the eyes of you geniuses, learning is a matter of using your hands and then using your brains a little, there is no hard work at all, and all those who don't do well are because they don't work hard. In the eyes of you people, my existence is simply a bug in my parents' lives, and my existence is to make them embarrassed and sad!

But in the end she didn't say anything.

If you say all this hysterically in this classroom, it's really, too embarrassing, too cheap.

Jiang Xiaokui clenched her fists tightly, and when she raised her eyes again, Jing Pengze saw that her eyes were rarely flushed.

But she didn't cry, she just said with an expression he couldn't read, "You are less nosy, and you don't think you know me well." ”