The fishy smell rushed straight to his brain, and Zhang Jinwen almost vomited.

"I'll go! It's disgusting! He muttered to himself and retched. When I just tried to throw away the turkey noodles with nausea, the fishy smell disappeared again.

Zhang Jinwen smelled it tentatively, it was still the same fragrance of the pastry as before! The change in smell gave him goosebumps all over his body in an instant.

With a slight hesitation, he leaned in and sniffed again, fragrant!

"It's so mysterious!"

The mood to eat was gone, Zhang Jinwen swallowed his saliva.

He remembered that he had been lucky all the time yesterday, why had he been unlucky since he woke up today? Could it be that the only luck in my life was overdrawn yesterday?

Won't you have to be unlucky for the rest of your life?

……

"If I can do it all over again, I want to choose Li Bai......"

Just as Zhang Jinwen was thinking about life, his mobile phone rang.

On the screen is an unfamiliar number.

I guess it was another harassing call, he thought about it and hung up directly.

But as soon as I hung up, the phone rang again.

It's still the previous number.

How can this still be persevered? Zhang Jinwen hung up the phone again.

Not surprisingly, the phone rang again.

I'll go! If I can have your spirit of perseverance, I will be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Zhang Jinwen answered the phone impatiently.

"Hello? No insurance, no fitness, no classes, the highest level of phone bills, 500 megabytes of fiber ......"

"Zhang Jinwen! Do you still want to go to class! On the other end of the phone, it was a very familiar male duck voice.

"I'll go! Lao Pan ....... When Zhang Jinwen heard that it was Pan Jiacheng's voice, he panicked, and hurriedly explained, "No, Mr. Pan, you listen to my explanation, my family is ......."

"I don't care if your house explodes or whatever, you, now, now, immediately, right now!" Pan Jiacheng's male duck voice on the other end of the phone has soared to the extreme.

"Yes, yes, yes! Now, now, right now! Zhang Jinwen didn't dare to slack off, "Teacher, I hung up first, I didn't answer the phone when I went out, and I didn't go out when I answered the phone." Safety ......"

Before Zhang Jinwen finished speaking, Pan Jiacheng had already hung up the phone.

It's damning! Zhang Jinwen stomped his foot angrily and forgot to go to school.

Although he is often dissolute and freedom-loving, he has never gone to school for a whole morning.

In fact, he didn't know that he didn't know anything, he was at the bottom of every subject, and even the doorman would have more than himself, so why did he go to school every day?

Maybe it's because I'm still a student. Students, where are you going if you don't go to school?

Zhang Jinwen doesn't want to become a social person yet, as if he has become a social person, he has to be like his parents, everything he does is for his livelihood.

His parents always told him that it was a responsibility.

Adults always like to talk a lot of big things to children in a high-sounding way, but they never follow them.

Zhang Jinwen doesn't have time to think about these high-sounding truths now, these truths are not yet useful for driving out of the rough car quickly.

The driver of the taxi is an uncle with a bottle of wine belly, and his stomach can be pressed against the steering wheel.

When he heard Zhang Jinwen say to him, "Master, drive faster, I'm going to school", his eyes were full of relief.

"If my son can be half as studious as you, I can wake up laughing when I fall asleep." After the driver finished speaking, he kicked the accelerator to the end. Zhang Jinwen leaned forward sharply and almost hit the glass.

He was so frightened that he tightened his seat belt and looked embarrassed.

Zhang Jinwen regretted a little, maybe he shouldn't have behaved so studious.

The original ten-minute drive, the driver with a beer belly simply shortened the time by half.

When I arrived at school, I didn't forget to tell me.

"Young man, study hard!"

"Vomit...... Master, I'm not spitting on you, vomiting...... You're driving too fast, I'm a little sicksick and ...... nausea" Zhang Jinwen couldn't say coherent words anymore.

Good thing I didn't eat! Zhang Jinwen retched all the way to the class.

The school during the lunch break was exceptionally quiet, and there was no reading sound in the past. Instead, there is a continuous sound of cicadas, dense, noisy and without rhythm.

Zhang Jinwen didn't like these cicadas the most before, they were more upsetting than Pan Jiacheng's duck voice.

However, later he saw someone on the Internet saying that some cicadas seemed to stay in the soil for more than ten years, just to be able to climb out of the soil and call on the trees for a summer.

In late summer and early autumn, when the heat fades, their lives will end.

After the excitement, there is death.

I guess it's sad.

After that, whenever he heard the cicadas, he would feel that it was a swan song before death. Gradually, he stopped hating it.

When a man is about to die, his words are good. The cicada is dying, and its song is also mourning.

Zhang Jinwen listened to the cicadas, and before he walked to the classroom, he saw from a distance that there was a person standing at the door of the classroom, with a bald head, reflecting the light of the oil in the sun.

Old Pan! Zhang Jinwen sighed, and he walked towards Pan Jiacheng hard.

When he saw Pan Jiacheng, he immediately sorted out his emotions.

"Old ...... Good afternoon, teacher! ”

"Follow me to the office!" The murderous aura in Pan Jiacheng's tone made Zhang Jinwen feel chills.

With his many years of experience, all he can do now is to follow Pan Jiacheng, and he must not be verbose if he is not allowed to speak. Whatever you ask, you have to answer it.

Zhang Jinwen frantically rehearsed all kinds of possible questions and answers in his mind, but until he entered the office, Pan Jiacheng didn't say a word.

The air conditioning in the office was low. Many times, Zhang Jinwen still likes to go to the office, especially in the summer, when the classroom is too hot.

"Yesterday, I heard that you took the initiative to ask for an essay and wrote an essay?" Pan Jiacheng took a piece of paper for the essay.

"Yes...... Written. Zhang Jinwen obviously didn't expect the first question to be this, "I know it's not good to write......"

"You know? In addition to the sentences that can be read clearly, the content is written in a mess! Pan Jiacheng slapped the essay on the table, "Do you think that if you can write an essay yesterday, your tail will rise to the sky......"

“…… Teacher, or I'll rewrite it? Zhang Jinwen was too lazy to listen to Pan Jiacheng's nagging, but he didn't dare to stop him, so he had to interrupt him timidly, "This time I guarantee that you are satisfied." ”

"Sure?" Pan Jiacheng frowned, "In addition to being late and skipping class, when have you ever been on the right track?" ”

"In this way, I am not difficult for you, it happens to be summer. If you write a paragraph that shows that the summer is very hot, and I am satisfied, you go and rewrite the essay. ”

Just need to write a paragraph? It's too easy, too! Zhang Jinwen responded casually. asked Pan Jiacheng for a pen and paper, but he didn't even think about it, and wrote a paragraph in three or two minutes.

"It's done, Pan!" Zhang Jinwen confidently handed the written sentence to Pan Jiacheng, and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied?" ”

Pan Jiacheng didn't like to see his blind confidence, and took the paper he handed over casually.

According to yesterday's level, Zhang Jinwen will inevitably not be able to describe something.

But unexpectedly, he actually wrote it. Pan Jiacheng straightened down with the only strand of hair on his head and sat up straight.

"The sun scorched the earth...... The sweltering heat squeezes the air into a twisted phantom...... Pedestrians were sweating profusely and breathless. ”

Pan Jiacheng read these words sentence by sentence, and the sentences written by Zhang Jinwen made him unbelievable.

What's even more amazing is that when he reads the sentences, the burning that is described seems to be real around him.

He felt very hot, even in the very low temperature of the air-conditioned room, the sweat on his forehead was slowly oozing, and the only strand of hair was instantly soaked with sweat, followed by his back, and then his whole body began to sweat.

The burning sensation continued to strengthen, and Pan Jiacheng felt that he was really a little breathless.

"Old Pan, why are you so hot?!"

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