What was the most desperate thing about high school?

You want to borrow someone else's homework to copy it, but you find that the other person didn't write it.

What's more, since the main body of English homework - the weekly report - is mainly composed of multiple-choice questions, most people spend the time before class to find someone familiar to copy it quickly when they are alive and dead.

As long as there is a problem with the acquaintance who formed the dependency, it is basically equal to GG-

Tuesday morning, the last lesson before lunch.

Old man Du, who was in charge of English in the seventh class of liberal arts, had a straight face, and his eyes were murderous.

The situation of homework completion was still improving in the first two weeks, but today it suddenly stretched again, and occasionally the completion is outrageously wrong.

As a senior teacher who has been teaching for many years, Du Gang reacted immediately.

Those classmates used to copy their homework, but today they just didn't copy it because of some force majeure, so they collectively exposed their stuffing......

Du Gang was both annoyed and disappointed now, he really thought that these students had changed their minds and planned to study hard, and it was his painstaking persuasion that had an effect......

It turns out that they have been fooling all along!

"Boom!"

The bear's paw landed on the podium, and the sound was more shocking than a nuclear explosion.

The poor thin glass in the center of the podium couldn't withstand this blow of the Diamond Star Fist, and it immediately shattered to the ground, so frightened that the whole class subconsciously shrank their necks.

"If you don't have English homework, stand up for me!"

The class stood up in a big way.

"I wrote it impromptu today, and I will stand up too!"

A large number of people stood up again, almost obscuring Jiang Lan's insight. There are only a few people still sitting at the moment.

Old Man Du was so red that he had already entered Saiyan mode.

In his scolding that iron is not made of steel, the English class has been transformed into an ideological education class......

Xu Jing was one of the few who was spared - she wrote about it in her self-study yesterday morning.

The people who stood up were being criticized, and she was obviously sitting but lowered her head, as if she was also scolded.

Jiang Lan, the driving force behind all the disasters, had no waves, and even calmly drank water.

Xu Jing poked him.

"That's ...... Isn't that good? ”

She said cautiously, her big eyes blinking, looking a little nervous.

Jiang Lan asked rhetorically, "What's not good?" ”

Anyway, Old Man Du has a loud voice, and it is very safe for the two of them to speak, so they don't need to use notes anymore.

"That's it...... Uh, it's ......"

"Do you mean I don't borrow their homework to copy it?"

“……”

Jiang Lan smiled and asked rhetorically, "Then do you think the act of copying homework is right?" ”

"Not ......"

Xu Jing's eyes looked around erratically, and finally fell on him: "But everyone is copying homework......

"Did you copy it?"

Xu Jing shook her head, her expression suddenly became a little lost: "So everyone hates me...... You'll ...... that way."

"I don't care."

Jiang Lan shrugged his shoulders and looked at her, his clear eyes like a mirror.

"I didn't copy my homework, and I didn't lend it to others. Do you hate me? ”

Xu Jing shook her head: "No." ”

"That's it. Stick to what you think is right, and don't always be swayed by others. ”

Jiang Lan said that he continued to write math problems.

Do you hate me?

That's it.

Recalling these words again, the girl's face flushed with shame. She quickly shook her head and shook off the red that came out.

It must be different from what I thought......

Xu Jing looked at his focused appearance, and then matched what he said into BGM in his mind, and Jiang Lan's image suddenly became even taller.

Little stars popped up in the girl's eyes.

After scolding for thirty minutes in a row, the class bell rang, and Du Gang almost turned off the fire, announcing that tonight's English homework was to complete yesterday's weekly report independently, and called the class leader Wu Jiayan out alone.

After everyone left, the old man poked his hands in front of Wu Jiayan like a child who had done something wrong: "That, how much is that piece of glass......

"Uh, I'll ask ......"

……

On the way to the cafeteria.

Jiang Lan hummed a little song, with a sunny face; Yuan Shu looked depressed, as if a black cloud was raining overhead.

"Do you remember something glad you to do?"

"Of course, there is no English homework tonight."

"I've put up with you for a long time, hey!"

Yuan rate is a strongman lock man, and after locking it, his eyes are full of tears: "I'm in too much pain!" Brother Shui, why are you backstabbing me! ”

Jiang Lan smiled bitterly.

I'm sorry monkey, who made you the largest operation circulation hub in Class 7.

"Anyway, I'm angry, the kind that can't be coaxed."

"yes, I was going to invite you to a meal to make amends, so forget it."

"Daddy~"

……

Watching Yuan Rate bring a six-meat vegetable set worth thirty yuan to the table, Jiang Lan suddenly regretted it.

Damn, I knew I should have let him be angry himself.

He snatched the largest rib in Yuan Yuan's plate.

Yuan Rate was triumphant: "It's useless for you to take that away, it's all bones...... I giao, don't rob me of my dinner plate! ”

was fighting, Jiang Lan suddenly saw the familiar figure next to the pillar.

So he let go of his hand.

Yuan Shu exclaimed, and the pulling was too strong, and all the soup of Kung Pao Chicken was spilled on the crotch of his pants......

The sound of timely laughter from the students rang out all around. Xu Jing didn't seem to be affected by the excitement at all, she still stood there, eating silently alone.

"Xu Jing."

Jiang Lan beckoned to her.

Jiang Lan's voice was not very loud, but people were almost reflexively sensitive to their names, Xu Jing's ears moved, and he hurriedly raised his head towards him, with half a section of noodles on the side of his mouth.

Because the voice of mocking Yuan Rate was really a little loud, she had to get closer in order to hear it clearly.

"You're eating alone?"

Jiang Lan put down the spoon and asked.

Xu Jing nodded, looking at Yuan Shu, who was scrambling with the paper on his crotch, and then at Jiang Lan.

"Why do you eat standing up? Don't you share a table with someone else? ”

Xu Jing didn't answer this time and lowered her head.

Only then did she remember that there was still half a section of noodles hanging from her mouth, and quickly puffed back.

“……”

“……”

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Jiang Lan knocked on the dinner table: "Then do you want to sit here?" ”

The dining table of Huaishi No. 1 Middle School is a table with four seats, and he and Yuan Shu sit opposite each other, and there are vacant seats next to each other.

Xu Jing looked at Yuan Shuo, her eyes were a little embarrassed: "But ......"

"Sit down, he doesn't mind."

"I don't mind a yarn, I ......"

Yuan Shu wiped his crotch and raised his head scolding, until he saw Xu Jing, who was trembling, and the whole person was a little confused.

"Brother Shui, what's the situation?"

"People want to share a table and sit together, but you say you mind."

"Ah......h Harm, how could it be! ”

Yuan Shu took away the schoolbag on the seat next to him, and showed Xu Jing a warm male smile that had killed countless girls in seconds: "Sit casually, share a table, what a big deal!" ”

"Thank you......"

Xu Jing whispered to Yuan Shu to thank him.

Then sat down beside Jiang Lan.

“……”

“……”

“……”

Yuan Shu silently put back the schoolbag he had just picked up, and the smiling face he had tried to keep became a little teary-eyed.

Jiang Lan had no waves, and took a piece of pork ribs from Yuan Shu's rice plate.

Xu Jing looked at Yuan Shu who seemed to have a good relationship with Jiang Lan, and blinked with envy.

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