Airborne Learning God

She Jian never dreamed that he would be at the same table with the children.

——It turns out that children are not primary and middle school students.

She Jian held her chin and kept her face straight, listening to the young male teacher on the podium spitting all over the place, but she kept glancing at the children next to her from the corner of her eye.

Zheng Aiqing was playing the game with her head down, so naturally she didn't notice She Jian's small movements.

As a result, She Jian became more courageous.

The kid next to him has the simplest short hair, fluffy hair, and a few strands of hair are mischievously curled up, probably because of his dishonest sleeping appearance, the more She Jian thinks about it, the more cute the kid is.

In T City at the end of August, the temperature was still quite high, the sun was high, it was humid and hot, and the temperature was almost high enough to fry eggs on the road.

The air conditioner in the classroom was turned on to 26 degrees, and the curtains were drawn to block the scorching sun outside, but the sunlight still passed through the gaps in the curtains and shone into the room.

The oblique angle of the sun just brushed the tip of the child's hair.

Those few strands of hair seemed to be dyed with warm golden fine fragments of brilliance, and with the slight shaking of its owner's body, it appeared to be shining brightly.

The more She Jian looked at it, the more he felt puzzled. He didn't understand how someone could grow so much hair.

His eyes moved down, and fell on the child's delicate and fair profile.

The brows are slightly wrinkled, the eyes are half-closed, the nose is straight and straight, the thin lips are slightly pink, and even the chin is round and cute.

It's just that the complexion is still too pale.

I have to replenish blood for the children, She Jian thought.

Further down, there is the slender neck and collarbone of the person beside him.

The protruding Adam's apple in the middle of the neck is small and sexy, and the neck looks slender and fragile, like an elegant and beautiful white swan.

The slender and straight clavicle is prominent, and the sunken flesh around it looks extremely attractive.

She Jian's eyes were like a wild beast patrolling its territory. He carefully and slowly scrutinized Zheng Aiqing from head to toe, wishing he could see the people around him clearly from inside to outside.

The common fault of high school summer uniforms in t city is that the tops are thin and see-through, and you can still see clearly what's going on inside when you put them on, so many girls would rather stay warm in summer than wear them over summer white t-shirts A long-sleeved school uniform, but fortunately, the air conditioner is turned on in No. [-] Middle School, so it is not too difficult.

But boys have less worries.

After looking at her little deskmate, She Jian became dissatisfied with the summer school uniform jacket that was given to him just now for "convenience".

How can the material of the clothes be so thin, even if the collar is a V-neck, why only two buttons?

——The black factories that cut corners and materials are really wicked!

Being watched and observed for a long time, even a blind person can feel it, not to mention that Zheng Aiqing's five senses are quite sensitive.

"Are you satisfied with what you saw?" Zheng Aiqing looked away from the phone, took the time to look up at her deskmate, and asked with curled lips.

Zheng Aiqing recognized her new deskmate. Last time in the infirmary, the female school doctor seemed to call him "She Jian".

Before this, they had met on both sides. Today is the third time they met, and then they became tablemates. If there is no accident, this tablemate relationship will last for a whole year, until they reunite after the second grade of high school. After dividing into classes, Zheng Aiqing looked away, thinking so.

On the other side, She Jian looked at the bright and moist Wu Zhanzhan eyes raised by the child, and her ears turned red unconsciously when she heard what he said, "Speak well, little friend, I... I think you think you... you are like my family... my dog."

Zheng Aiqing, who always doesn't speak well, raised her eyelids: "...?"

She Jian cared about the teacher in charge on the podium. He tilted his body, leaned closer to the child, and bit his ear, "The dog is a little golden retriever I raised when I was a child. Your eyes are very similar. They are both black, big and round. Look She looks so cute when she's a human being, making people..."

Jiang Lu, who was sitting in front of the two, turned his head to remind She Jian to restrain himself, but the head teacher kept looking this way, but when he turned around, he saw She Jian kissing his enemy's earlobe.

"...I want to kiss you."

Jiang Lu: "..."

Turning around and sitting down, Jiang Lu felt that maybe the way he turned his head was wrong.

Moreover, for some reason, he had a strong premonition in his heart that he might never be able to avenge his revenge for being beaten in this life.

——It’s fine if you look like a dog, but you still want to kiss?!

Zheng Aiqing's hand froze, isn't this person a sex maniac?!

In the next second, the game character was shot in the head by the enemy.

gameover.

Exiting the game and locking the phone, Zheng Aiqing followed She Jian's example, listening to the class teacher with her chin resting on her chin, and ignored She Jian.

——Why is She Jian so tall? Otherwise, when seats were arranged according to height, the two of them would not have been arranged together.

——Why do I have to deal with this idiot? Don't you remember the dogma that you don't have to deal with things?

But Zheng Aiqing's ignorance did not dispel She Jian's enthusiasm.

What he said about wanting to kiss is really just that he got used to kissing with dogs when he was a child.

She Jian is actually not a good-tempered person, and he doesn't have much patience. He looks easy-going, but in fact, it's because he has been following him and chasing him since he was a child. The superficial skills are in place, and She Jian is comfortable with being groomed, so she is naturally happy to give them a good look and won't get angry.

It was the first time he was chasing others, and he was ignored by others. It stands to reason that he should be very angry, but for some reason, he just couldn't get angry when he was facing the children.

Perhaps the child's voice is too milky, his appearance is too obedient, and he looks thin, weak and malnourished.

The point is, the kid is really like a little golden retriever who was fed to death by him when he was a child, and he even looks exactly the same when he doesn't care about people asking for attention.

She Jian felt that he had found a successor to his childhood playmate, so not only was he not annoyed, but even a little happy, he continued talking to himself non-stop.

"What's your name, kid?"

"You are so white, do you have Russian blood?"

"Kid, why are you ignoring me?"

"My name is She Jian, Ba Shishe, Gao Jianli's Jian."

——Oh, do you know about Gao Jianli?

Zheng Aiqing raised her eyebrows, but now she put her right hand on her chin, facing She Jian who was sitting by the window, and said, "My name is Zheng Aiqing, Ai who is in the early stages of development, Qing of Ke Qing."

Ai means beautiful and beautiful, and Qing is a term of affection between husband and wife, relatives or friends in ancient times.

But Zheng Aiqing didn't say this, he was afraid that his deskmate would say that he would not speak well.

She Jian stared at Zheng Aiqing's swollen wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Little friend, why is your wrist still not healed? Don't hold on, does it hurt? Did you use safflower oil? Didn't even smell it!"

"I used it, and now it doesn't hurt at all. It's because of my own body, and the injury is slow to heal." Zheng Aiqing didn't take it seriously, thinking of the scene where the man dragged himself to the school infirmary that day, he thought about it, and he was still polite. He said, "Thank you for taking me to see the school doctor that day." At the end, he added with a smile, "At the same table."

My deskmate is tall, handsome, warm-hearted, and caring, except for his poor tongue and intermittent mental retardation, he has nothing to pick.

Generally speaking, Zheng Aiqing is still willing to be right with him at the same table.

After all, school bullies also need friends.

Moreover, my new deskmate looked like the kind of brainless, such a stupid big man, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not encounter school violence in the future, and he is not an ungrateful person. He leans against a big tree to enjoy the shade. Bully, he should protect his stupid deskmate who is nice to him.

Yes, Zheng Aiqing is already thinking about how she should punish the evil, promote the good, eliminate violence and protect the weak inside and outside the school after she is the bully of the No. [-] middle school.

Facing the child's bright eyes and sincere thanks, She Jian felt a little embarrassed. It was strange that he had received a lot of thanks from his classmates before, so he scratched his head and attributed it to the voice of the child. Because of being too milky.

With a soft and shallow boyish voice, he uttered the word "same table" clearly, with a different kind of lovability and cuteness. She Jian thought of his dead dog again in his mind. When the two were superimposed, his My heart softened instantly.

"You're welcome." She Jian also laughed.

"The two students who are smiling at each other from behind," the young male teacher on the podium smiled and waved to the two of them, "Come, come, come and laugh in the corridor for me."

She Jian was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Why did you go out and laugh?"

The male teacher suppressed his smile, "Because your teeth are too white and dazzling, go out and let your teeth bask in the sun now."

Zheng Aiqing: "..."

"We shouldn't chat casually in class." She Jian resisted the urge to put his hands in his pockets and lean against the wall, wanting to set a good example for the children.His middle finger was stuck to the hem of his trousers, and he stood up straight like a young poplar, as if he wanted to set up a good image of a good student in front of the children who were troubled by him.

In comparison, Zheng Aiqing stood more casually, with his hands behind his back, leaning against the wall, he was already a few centimeters shorter than She Jian, but now his height was much worse.

"It's just a few words," Zheng Aiqing turned her head to look at She Jian who was standing like a soldier, and said to herself, her deskmate is really a solid-eyed fool, standing so straight without the teacher watching Liuer, "This is the first time I am punished to stand, and I like novel experiences."

Zheng Aiqing grew up being pampered by teachers since he was in kindergarten, not to mention being punished for standing. Before today, he was always praised by teachers of various subjects every day.

Well-behaved, obedient, good at learning, responsible, and full of collective sense of honor.

Not to mention the teachers and classmates, even he himself likes him so much.

"It's just a little hot." Zheng Aiqing finally summed up her feelings.

No. 10 Middle School is not so wealthy that even the corridors outside the classrooms are air-conditioned. Because of congenital heart disease, Zheng Aiqing is particularly afraid of heat and loves to sweat. At this time, the two of them just stood outside for less than [-] minutes , Zheng Aiqing's forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat.

The originally fluffy hair was wet with sweat and stuck to Zheng Aiqing's forehead and sideburns. The sticky feeling made Zheng Aiqing frowned unconsciously.

Seeing this, She Jian raised her big hand and began to fan Zheng Aiqing with her bare hands, but she replied to Zheng Aiqing, "It's also the first time I am punished to stand."

She Jian's words were not adulterated.

As an existence who donates the building if he disagrees with him, few teachers dare to make him stand as a punishment.

I can't say I dare not, to be precise, there should be no reason.

She Jian is not good at studying, she is good at everything, the kind, even when she meets a teacher when she goes down the stairs, she knows the existence of saying "Hi, teacher". He's the more approachable "rich kid" anymore.

Zheng Aiqing was new here and didn't know anything. She Jian's words made him more sure of the fact that his deskmate was an honest high school student.

This kind of person is the most likely to be bullied by those bad boys.

Thinking of this, Zheng Aiqing also raised her hand to fan She Jian, but she said something that made She Jian dumbfounded:

"Don't be afraid, tablemate, from now on, brother will cover you."

There are really too many novel experiences today, She Jian thought, it was the first time she was punished to stand, and she was "covered" for the first time, but it didn't feel bad.

She Jian smiled and pressed down Zheng Aiqing's dishonest right hand, reminding, "Little friend, don't keep moving your right hand."

— What an elm lump!

——At a time like this, shouldn't you hurry up and say something nice?

——The thighs delivered to the door will not be hugged!

--so stupid!

Zheng Aiqing stepped on her feet and put her arms around She Jian's shoulders, "Nah, tell you Ang, stay away from your front table in the future, that man is not a good bird, if he dares to bully you, just tell me, I will kill him .”

"Little friend..." She Jian couldn't laugh or cry again.

Zheng Aiqing kicked She Jian's calf, "Brother Qing!"

She Jian, who has always been called brother by others: "..."

She Jian lowered his eyes, just in time to meet Zheng Aiqing's big black eyes, he thought in his heart, the kid with big eyes is so pretty, and he changed his words smoothly, "Brother Qing."

But Jiang Lu, who was separated from them by a wall, suddenly felt cold all over for some reason.

[The author has something to say]: She Jian: My wife said she would protect me (shy ing)

Zheng Aiqing: Brother Qing!

She Jian: (°Д°)