My deskmate is a little flirtatious

Di Si, who had broken his own leg, took off a large piece of the wall covering at the door, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a mark next to it, which looked like it was scratched with a fingernail.

Di Si snapped his fingers to wake up the voice-activated light in the corridor, and carefully looked at the mark on the wall by the light. It turned out to be a sentence, which read, "Li Lei loves Han Meimei".

Di Si suddenly felt that the person who wrote this sentence was really boring, wouldn't it be nice to pick boogers with fingernails?

The voice-activated lights in the corridor suddenly went out when the time came.

Di Si, who turned his head to see what Jiang Liao was doing, only had time to take a half-eye, when his eyes suddenly went dark.

However, just half a glance made him almost lose his breathing instinct, Jiang Liao raised his head consciously at that time, and his eyes happened to meet Di Si.

At that moment, Di Shi felt that his heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, facing Jiang Liao's eyes, as if his heartbeat was something shameful and needed to be covered up.

Fortunately, the light suddenly went out at that second, and Di Si took a deep breath as if he was relieved, and gradually recovered, and his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness at this time. After all, the light in the classroom was still shining through the crack of the door. .

Di Si found that Jiang Liao had an extra book in his hand at some point, and was reading it by the faint light in the crack of the door.

"What are you looking at?" Di Si asked him.

Jiang Liao answered him with three words flatly, "Pipa Xing." At the end, he added another sentence, "Tomorrow the second period is Chinese class, and the teacher will take the test."

Di Siao let out a sound, then forcibly rubbed against Jiang Liao, "Then I want to watch it too."

When Di Si leaned over like this, he realized how dark Jiang Liao's vision was, and he could hardly read the words clearly.Di Si quickly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, turned on the flash, and illuminated Jiang Liao, "Look at it this way, or it will be bad for your eyes."

Jiang Liao looked over coldly, and said to Di Shi, "I think your light is even worse for the eyes, it's too harsh."

Di Si pouted, "I don't care, anyway, I can't see clearly, so I have to follow."

Jiang Liao sighed helplessly, "What I want is the effect that I can't see clearly, to strengthen memory."

Di Si clicked his tongue and said, "You are quite difficult to serve."

In the end, Di Si took back the phone, but secretly stretched out his hand to push the door a little wider, borrowing the light from the classroom as much as possible.

Di Si stared at the book in Jiang Liao's hand for a few moments, and suddenly said, "You said just now that dark lights can strengthen memory? Why haven't I heard any expert say this theory?"

Jiang Liao calmly flipped through a page of the book, and then explained to Di Si, "No expert has ever said this, I figured it out by myself, and the secret to strengthening memory is not in dimming the lights, but in psychological hints. No matter how you look at this book, it will not be very clear, but I said to myself in my heart, you can see it, you know what the next sentence is, so you can recite it faster."

Di Si blinked, feeling that he had absorbed Jiang Liao's method into his mind, and then began to memorize the text seriously.

As a result, after memorizing it for a while, Di Si found that he still couldn't memorize it, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He turned his head and said to Jiang Liao, "I think the psychological hint you give yourself is not that you can see the words on the book, but that you can see the words on the book. Say——you've memorized it."

Jiang Liao glanced at Di Shi indifferently, "This is just a method that I think is useful, and it may not be tried on other people, such as you."

Di Si sighed.

As a result, Jiang Liao directly stuffed the book into Di Si's hands, and said to him, "What's more, I have finished writing my punishment, but you haven't written it yet."

Di Si gasped in surprise, "Is this still relevant?"

Jiang Liao answered him very positively, "Yes."

Di Si suddenly thought of something, looked at Jiang Liao's face, his eyes lit up, and asked him mysteriously, "I guess, your grades must be very good?"

Jiang Liao was stunned for a moment, his eyes were lost for a while, and then he lowered his head and answered him, "No, I don't study well."

Di Si didn't intend to ask for Jiang Liao's book, and wanted to return it to him, "I don't need it, you can memorize it."

Jiang Liao shook his head, "It's okay, I've already memorized it."

Di Si hugged Jiang Liao's book and recited the text in a decent manner.It's just that the eyes glanced at Jiang Liao once or twice from time to time.

Until Jiang Liao was impatiently stared at by him, and said to him coldly, "Is there something on my face?"

The tone of these words is very similar to when the teacher criticizes the distracted students in class.

Di Si laughed outright.

As a result, Director Liang happened to pass by, and he saw Di Si's big white teeth, and sternly reprimanded, "Punishing you to stand is also giving you fun. You continue to stand, and Jiang Liao goes back and sits first."

Jiang Liao bowed his head and thanked Director Liang, then mercilessly took back his book from Di Si and went into the classroom.

Then there was only Di Si left in the corridor, and there were no lights in the entire long corridor, which looked a bit scary.

So Di Si coughed twice, and the lights turned on, but reflected his own face on the glass of the corridor, with a double image, which looked even more frightening.

Di Sichang is so old, he never thought that one day he would be frightened by himself.

After all, it was better to have lights than no lights, so Di Si stood in the corridor coughing all night.

After that, the whole class was told that Di Si might have something wrong with his lungs.

Only Jiang Liao remembered that Di Shi seemed to have told him that he was afraid of the dark, and knew what was going on, so he couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

When Di Si returned to his seat to pick up his schoolbag, he happened to see Jiang Liao put his hand to his mouth, and the corners of his lips curled up, as if he was smiling.

Di Si also laughed, tapped Jiang Liao's table with his finger, and asked him, "What's so happy?"

Jiang Liao stood up from her seat with her schoolbag in her hand, and gave way to Di Si to get in and out, "I heard that you are sick, so I am very happy."

Di Si looked puzzled, "Am I sick?"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Liao smiled deeper, "It seems that your self-knowledge is not enough."

Di Si grabbed Liu Yutong's shoulder and asked him, "What's wrong with me?"

Liu Yutong feels that people who can ask such questions in such a tone are generally mentally ill, but he dare not tell Di Si about this, so he can only tentatively say, "Why don't you ask the doctor?"

Di Si rolled his eyes and let go of Liu Yutong's hand, otherwise he was afraid that his mental retardation would be contagious.

Di Si turned around and found that Jiang Liao had gone far away, so he put his schoolbag on one shoulder and ran a few steps to follow, "Wait for me."

Liu Yutong shouted from behind, "You wait for me too."

Di Si didn't intend to talk to Liu Yutong, so he patted Jiang Liao on the shoulder and asked him seriously, "Who told you that I was sick? I'm not sick."

Jiang Liao turned her head and looked at him with some amusement, "I thought you believed it."

Di Si was at a loss, "What made me believe it? What are you talking about?"

Jiang Liao explained with a smile, "You coughed all night in the corridor just now, and all the classmates are telling you that you are sick."

Di Si felt even more confused, "But I'm not sick, I'm coughing because, because..."

Di Si didn't have the nerve to tell him about his fear of the dark.

Jiang Liao spoke for him, "Because you are afraid of the dark."

Only then did Di Si remember that when he went to Jiang Liao's house before, he lost his lower limit to Xiu for the sake of showing off.

So people really can't play tricks, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

The author has something to say: Jinjiang Literature joins hands with the author to wish dear readers and friends: safe and happy Spring Festival!At the same time, we warmly remind everyone to wash hands frequently, wear masks, ventilate more and avoid gatherings