The school for the Mathematics Olympiad is scheduled to be held on Monday afternoon, with regular classes in the morning. The first period is a math class, Zuo Jiang finally had the opportunity to show his calligraphy to Song Kexin, before Mr. Zhang came in, Zuo Jiang took out the math book from the schoolbag and put it on the desk, glanced at Song Kexin next to him, and saw that her book was wrapped in pale pink colored paper, and the words mathematics, the first class of three years, and Song Kexin were neatly written on it, and her eyes kept looking at the door, and she didn't notice Zuo Jiang's book cover at all.

As soon as the door of the classroom opened, Teacher Zhang walked in with the lesson plan, and Song Kexin said loudly: "Stand up!" ”

Teacher Zhang walked to the podium, put the lesson plan on the desk, looked at the students left and right, and said, "Hello students! ”

"Hello teacher!"

"Sit down!"

Song Kexin finally saw the Xingshu font on Zuojiang's book cover when she sat down, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes before returning to normal. Zuo Jiang saw all this in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel complacent, pretending not to see it and sit down.

Song Kexin couldn't help but be shocked when she saw the natural and smooth calligraphy font on Zuo Jiang's book cover for the first time, and then took a closer look, her father Secretary Song himself is a writing enthusiast, and the words are also written well, since she was a child, she also has a certain discriminating power for calligraphy, and after a closer look, she concluded that this word must be from everyone's hands, and his father's security can not be compared, and her heart was naturally very surprised, but when she saw a trace of smugness flashing in the corner of Zuo Jiang's eyes, she immediately despised Zuo Jiang in her heart. Turn your head away and look no more.

After sitting down, Song Kexin thought about Zuo Jiang's smug smile, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, hum! If it's what you write, you can show it, if you don't write it, you have something to stink, you just ask the great calligrapher Qi Gong to write you the book cover, you are still the dog-like word! She couldn't be more familiar with Zuo Jiang's dog-like words, of course she wouldn't think that this character was written by Zuo Jiang.

Zuo Jiang's eyes saw Song Kexin's angry appearance and understood what she was thinking, of course he would not be naïve to think that Song Kexin could think that this word was written by him, so he wanted to find a chance to prove it to her, but there was basically nothing to take notes in this math class, even if there were some numbers and formulas, there was no chance to show it at all.

In the morning, Zuo Jiang ate porridge, and was forced by Li Shuyuan to drink a glass of milk, and he was a little urgent in the middle of the class, but this class was the class teacher Zhang, Zuo Jiang didn't want to have a bad impression just after the school started, so he endured it, and he ran out of the classroom quickly as soon as he got out of class.

Song Kexin also endured a class, but she was not Zuo Jiang's kind of forbearance, but she held back the curiosity in her heart, although she scoffed at Zuo Jiang's behavior, but the more she looked at the words on the book cover, the more she liked it, and she kept thinking about asking Zuo Jiang who wrote it after class, but before she could ask after class, Zuo Jiang had already disappeared.

The classroom was very lively, and there were several people around Erbao's desk, and they were very envious of him while asking who wrote this word, and Bai Xiaoyan, a girl at the same table who usually didn't talk to him, also participated. This made Song Kexin very curious, how can today's events be related to words, so she walked over to see what they were doing.

Erbao remembered that Zuo Jiang was wrapped in white paper when he was a child, and he rushed out of the north of the wall calendar, and the outside was all white and very smooth after wrapping, and ran to Zuo Jiang's house on Sunday to let Zuo Jiang help write the words, and the boss was in step with him, he felt a sense of accomplishment, and let Bai Xiaoyan at the same table see it in class, and she took the initiative to talk to him after class and ask him, which made Erbao very happy, it turned out that this way the book cover still has this effect! The more people gathered around, the more proud he became, and he answered his classmates' questions without shame.

Song Kexin saw the smooth calligraphy font on the Erbao book cover that was exactly the same as that on the Zuojiang book cover, and couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Erbao didn't notice at all, Song Kexin also came around, and was still talking there: "Who wrote this word, you ask?" Nonsense, of course my boss wrote! Who's my boss? You don't even know who my boss is? I think you're a fool, my boss is our Zuo Jiangbei! What the? You say Zuo Jiang can't write this word? What are you trying to find out how to get beaten, I was on the side and watched it with my own eyes when my boss wrote it, is this still fake! What, you want to ask my boss to write for me too? I don't think you should dream, I've been asking for a long time about the iron relationship between me and the boss, do you think? There are no doors! ”

Song Kexin was a little confused when she heard Erbao's words, could it be that this character was really written by Zuo Jiang? It's impossible, even if he starts practicing in kindergarten, he can't practice to this extent, but Li Erbao, this kid has a nose and eyes, it's really like that! No, no, they must have teamed up to deceive everyone!

The boss of Erbao made Song Kexin very upset when he heard it, this is the school, how can he talk like a gangster in society, can such a person learn well when he mixes together all day long, and he will become a hooligan in the future! Hum! She couldn't listen any longer and turned back to her seat.

It wasn't until the class Lingxiang Zuo Jiang hurried back to the classroom, the second class was the Chinese class, Zuo Jiang returned to his seat and sat down, he took out a new notebook, and opened the pen to take notes, but the Chinese teacher spoke for nearly ten minutes and there was no need to take notes, which made Zuo Jiang a little anxious.

Zuo Jiang's expression Song Kexin saw it all in his eyes, and couldn't help but laugh for a while, thinking that when he took notes for a while, he would write your two crawling words and reveal the stuffing, I think you have nothing to be proud of!

At this time, the Chinese teacher began to leave notes on the blackboard, Zuo Jiang was excited for a while, and while writing notes with his line, he peeked at Song Kexin.

Song Kexin was also the same as Zuo Jiang, while taking notes, his eyes kept looking at Zuo Jiang's notebook, and when he saw Zuo Jiang's flowing book appear on the notebook, he was stunned for a while, stopped his pen and looked at Zuo Jiang taking notes in a daze.

Zuo Jiang's eyes looked at the stunned Song Kexin very satisfied, his wrist flicked up to make the writing posture more chic and free, in order to show his calligraphy level, Zuo Jiang deliberately picked a tube of hard pen calligraphy pens, pumped black ink, and the written calligraphy font is also formal, spiritual, and meaningful.

When Zuo Jiang looked up at the blackboard, he found that the Chinese teacher was looking at Song Kexin in a daze, with a dissatisfied expression written on his face, but he hadn't spoken out yet. Zuo Jiang didn't want Song Kexin to be told by the teacher because of this, so he hurriedly kicked her feet.

Song Kexin came back to her senses after being kicked by Zuo Jiang, and when she looked up, she saw that the Chinese teacher was staring at her, her face was red, and she quickly lowered her head to write notes, knowing that Zuo Jiang was kind enough to remind herself, but her distracted appearance made Zuo Jiang very ashamed to see it.

It was almost at the end of class that Song Kexin regained her composure, and couldn't help but think carefully about Zuo Jiang, and after confirming that this word was written by Zuo Jiang, there were some irreversible changes in her heart, why did his words suddenly become so good? Did you deliberately hide yourself before? And why did he hide himself?

Song Kexin's mind was one question mark after another, but there was no answer, think about Zuo Jiang's various performances since he was in middle school, although he didn't want to make progress in a gang, he didn't do anything bad, and he had only heard of the war but hadn't seen it, but almost all the boys in middle school had the experience of fighting, but why did he look at him unpleasantly?

Song Kexin couldn't figure out this problem until the end of class, and finally had to think with a wry smile: Maybe she has a problem with his mentality!

*****************************************************

ps: Speaking from the heart, I've been working hard for the old song in this book, the old song code word is very slow, in order to update the second half of the night after work every day, but it's always one step away from rushing to the newcomer list, and the recommendation vote is very important for the old song, for the sake of the old song working so hard, you vote for the old song in your hand, your help is the biggest motivation for the old song, thank you!