The Sultan looked at Shangguan Xue's beautiful face, his heart was slightly blocked, he moved, sandwiched a piece of braised pork and continued to eat, she didn't plan to say anything, it wasn't her who ate almond crisp, and Shangguan Xue didn't go to her house, what did it matter to her? If she answers, she will give her face, she doesn't like Shangguan Xue, so she doesn't plan to give her face.

Mo Ziqi also started to eat, the Sultan didn't plan to pay attention to it, she naturally didn't bother to pay attention to it, it was all up to Ji Xun to solve it himself, if he couldn't handle it well, she wouldn't mind helping the Sultan deal with him.

Jiang Nan raised his eyebrows, everyone has a reason not to take this hot potato, he doesn't, let alone a potato, even if it is a hot iron bump, he has to take it, no way, Ji Xun is his brother.

"Almond crisp? The almond crisp you gave me was made by Shangguan Xue? I said, how do you make it so delicious? Jiang Nan's surprised expression was in place, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

Just attracted the attention of others here, Jiang Nan over there had already slapped Ji Xun's arm heavily, and said with an indisputable expression: "I said that I can't see the figure on Sundays for the past two months, it turns out that you are a good person, what are your achievements?" That's to take the Peking University exam, help others make up for it every day, and spend time on the basics, no wonder the seventh exam last time, the tenth exam this time, your dad knows not to kill you. ”

The people around who listened to the gossip were shocked, Ji Xun, who had never been surpassed, actually ran to the tenth, is this worth it? For a while, everyone's eyes looked at Shangguan Xue's face that was not very good, and it was really a red face and a red face.

That night, Ji Xun's grades regressed rapidly because of the make-up class for Shangguan Xue was sent to Baidu Baizhi, and it may have been too long since there was such a vigorous gossip, and for a while, the three large groups were boiling.

The science students said it very directly: you can't have both fish and bear's paws, and the school flower and grades are naturally compatible!

Liberal arts is not so concise a sentence can be solved, to sum up, it is nothing more than three points of view: first, the school flower seeks to come to the door, as a former childhood sweetheart, the school grass can't bear it, so I have to help, but I can't use it for two purposes, which directly leads to the collapse of my grades. Second, the school grass wants to step on two boats, and the fish and the bear's paw can be both. Third, the school flower and the school grass are true love.

Shangguan Xue, the object of everyone's speculation, was pinching the mobile phone at this time, and even the tips of her fingers turned white and she didn't react, and the expression on her face was also a little terrifying.

Just now, she received a call from Ji's mother, who told her euphemistically that Ji Xun would ask for a tutor to take classes from tomorrow, which meant that she should not go to her house to find Ji Xun for tutoring in the future.

After a long time, Shangguan Xue suddenly remembered what Jiang Nan said in the afternoon, he said that Ji Xun had failed very poorly in the two monthly exams in a row, thinking of this, her fair face instantly turned pale, yes! She is so stupid, Ji Xun did it on purpose, he can't openly turn his face with her, but he can use this method to make himself unable to get close to him again.

Shangguan Xue's tears couldn't stop falling, did Ji Xun hate her so much? In addition to her grades not being as good as the Sultan, what is not better than her? Sultan, I really hate and hate you.

At the same time, Ji Xun was also helpless standing in front of the window of his room, who was he provoking and who was provoking? The thought of asking for a tutor from tomorrow made him feel ridiculous, and what made him feel even more tormented was that the Sultan hadn't said a word to him after lunch, although he knew that the Sultan was angry because he cared about him, but he didn't even have a chance to explain.

The Sultan doesn't live in the city, he can be cheeky to find her in the city, the Sultan doesn't have a mobile phone, he can't even contact her, whew... Ji Xun let out a sigh of relief, calculating the chances of the Sultan forgiving him the day after tomorrow.

At nine fifty, Ji Xun was writing a scroll, and Mo Ziqi called over and asked, "Have you slept?" ”

Ji Xun heard that Mo Ziqi seemed to be in a good mood, and couldn't help but ask in a suspicious tone, "Are you sure you made the wrong call?" ”

"Nonsense, you're blind to me!" Mo Ziqi's fiery temper came up, and Ji Xun lost his temper.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with you, I'm here to be Lei Feng today, you have to listen well, the Sultan's family has a landline, I'll report the number to you now, just report it once, you listen well, 1... Do you remember? I'm hanging. After speaking, Mo Ziqi really hung up.

Ji Xun looked at the phone number he wrote down on the physics test paper, and his mood improved, he took his mobile phone and saved the number, and looked at the time, nine fifty-five.

Soon, he was entangled, the Sultan must not have slept yet, but her family must have slept, if it was a mobile phone number, he would definitely call without hesitation, but this is a landline number, is it appropriate to call now? Ji Xun clicked on WeChat and sent a voice message to ask Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan, who received the information, was also doing the test paper, and after knowing Ji Xun's entanglement, he only sent two words: whatever you want.

Ji Xun looked at these two words, didn't give up, and sent a message to ask: What if I call and it is not the Sultan who answers?

Jiang Nan felt that Ji Xun's IQ was very out of line today, so he didn't plan to pay attention to him, so he replied a few words casually: Then don't fight.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xun quickly replied to the message: If I don't fight, I feel really uncomfortable.

Jiang Nan obeyed him and returned: Then fight.

Ji Xun returned: But I'm afraid that it won't be easy to explain if it wasn't the Sultan who answered, after all, it's more than ten o'clock.

Jiang Nan was convinced, and returned: Do you still know that it is more than ten o'clock? If you don't make the rolls, let me do it, and I'll have to sleep when I'm done.

But I can't sleep, what should I do? Ji Xun's answer was innocent.

It's my business. After replying to this sentence, Jiang Nan decisively turned off the wireless and data, you can't sleep, I'm asleep.

That night was the most restless sleep Ji Xun had in 19 years, and he dreamed of a skinny girl with short hair smiling at herself, and the Sultan sitting on the ground with a desperate face and tears streaming down his face. By the next day, Ji Xun only remembered vague shadows, and he couldn't remember what he dreamed about.

After breakfast the next day, when it was almost eight o'clock, Ji Xun finally couldn't help but call the Sultan's house.

It was Cheng Jing who answered the phone, and after hearing a man's voice inside, and designated his sister to answer the phone, Cheng Jing shouted: "Sister, there is a boy looking for you." ”

The Sultan was eating noodles and said, "I don't have time to pick it up, what do you ask him?" ”

Cheng Jing relayed very dedicatedly: "My sister is not available, do you have something to do with her?" ”

"Not available? Then I'll call again later, goodbye. After speaking, Ji Xun hung up the phone, he heard the Sultan say that he was not available, he was probably still angry, anyway, the number is known, and he will call another one every other while.

At around ten o'clock, Ji Xun convinced the first tutor who came to the interview and left.

Then he dialed the Sultan's phone, this time from the Sultan's grandmother, who also refused to answer on the grounds that he was not available.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Xun ushered in the second tutor, who was a top student, Ji Xun left him, and the agreed time was one month.

After the tutor left, it was half past five, Ji Xun dialed the phone of the Sultan's house for the third time, this time it was the Sultan's father who answered it, this time the Sultan picked up the phone and said fiercely: "It's endless, the singing is a bad show, and I still want to perform, but there is no door." After speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, and Ji Xun didn't even have a chance to speak.

Cheng Siming saw the Sultan's expression of surprise, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who?" Make such a big fury? ”

The tip of the Sultan's pen began to move again, and said lightly: "It's okay, a boy who wants to perform a drama on New Year's Day was rejected by me, which affected the atmosphere of the New Year's Day party, and he was too lazy to act, so people couldn't watch it." ”

was yelled at by the Sultan, Ji Xun stopped, and began to make rolls seriously, anyway, he planned to go to school tomorrow morning without eating, it is best to be dizzy from hunger, in order to achieve the effect of making the Sultan's heart soft.

And Jiang Nan, who was still harassed by Ji Xun at ten o'clock, didn't sleep too well, he couldn't figure out why Mo Ziqi told Ji Xun Sultan's number so late, it was still a landline number! After finishing the paper, I was very curious about whether Ji Xun had called the Sultan, and wondered whether to ask?

He didn't know what time he fell asleep in the end, but he only knew that the next day Mo Ziqi brushed the curtains in his room open, and even if the curtains were opened, he actually took off his quilt with a lot of nerves.

"Ahh ”

Mo Ziqi nodded, glanced at Jiang Nan, who was only two centimeters away from her, and burst into tears in her heart, she didn't mean to be a female hooligan, the ghost knew that Jiang Nan actually slept naked with her upper body.

Jiang Nan also blushed rarely, it was nothing, he was screamed by Mo Ziqi, and then looked at her and peeked at himself with a blushing face, he inexplicably felt some heat on his face, and forgot to take away the hand covering Mo Ziqi's mouth for a while.

Until Mo Ziqi began to struggle, he said vaguely: "If you let go, I'm going to suffocate to death." ”

Jiang Nan hurriedly let go of her hand, but unfortunately, before Jiang Nan could say anything, the door was pushed open by Jiang's mother, and at the same time, her puzzled voice came: "What's wrong?" ”

Then she saw that her son, who had always been relatively cold, actually blushed, and there was Mo Ziqi standing next to her who had an even redder face, she was also a person from the past, so she naturally knew that something must have happened between the two, so she could only fake a cough and said, "Sleep so late, come down for breakfast, don't let Ziqi wait for a long time." ”

Jiang Nan walked past Mo Ziqi, put the table away, and said, "You make the rolls first, and I'll come in a while." After speaking, he took the clothes from the closet and walked to the bathroom, and before entering the bathroom, he said to the embarrassed mother standing at the door: "Mom, I'll come in a while, you go down first." ”

After their mother and son left, Mo Ziqi walked to the balcony to breathe, woo woo... It's hot, it's a shame!

When Jiang Nan sat down at the table for breakfast, Jiang's mother sat opposite him and asked very tactfully: "You guys just now, that..." Even if it is her own son, she can't ask at the moment, but don't ask, her son is still in high school, and it is the most critical senior year of high school, she still hopes that he can focus on studying.

Jiang Nan took a sip of porridge, glanced at his mother, and said, "It's not what you think, Mo Ziqi just took off my quilt and saw that your son didn't wear a shirt, so he was scared, and then he blushed embarrassedly, you think too much." ”

After listening to Jiang Nan's explanation, Jiang's mother was finally relieved, it turned out to be just an oolong, and explained: "Let's go upstairs after eating, I'll clean it up." Then he walked away.

Jiang Nan looked at the golden millet porridge in the bowl and thought: What do you mean by the look of regret on your old face? Is it a pity that your son didn't do anything?