After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao repeated this sentence in his mind twice, and felt that this method was feasible.

Of course, this co-tenancy is not really moving here to live with Jiang Zhao, but letting him come over for a while at night or on weekends, and occasionally sleep or something, just like before when the house was not rented out.

In this way, you don't have to spend time in Internet cafes all the time.

He told Jiang Zhao his thoughts, Jiang Zhao didn't object, and after the two reached an agreement, Jian Yao went back first.

Jian Yao bought some food on the side of the road, and wandered slowly towards the house.

The matter of co-renting cannot be thought about carefully, otherwise it would be quite funny. He is obviously the landlord, but he finds a tenant to co-rent, and in a sense even gives back the money.

No, according to what Jiang Zhao said, he is not the landlord, but his grandma.

He's just a paycheck.

Song Mingqiang was watching TV in the living room, Li Jiao and Song Yang were in the bedroom, Jian Yao glanced at it when passing by, it was still the familiar scene, Song Yang was sitting at the desk doing homework very carelessly, Li Jiao was sitting on the bed behind, serious Staring at the phone screen.

The difference this time was that Li Jiao's face was serious, as if she didn't even hear Jian Yao came back.

Jian Yao looked back and walked into his room.

He sat down at the desk, stared blankly for a while, then picked up a paper and read it. After reading it for a while, he heard Li Jiao's furious voice from Song Yang's room.

Jian Yao couldn't hear what he scolded, but only heard the sound of the door slamming, and Li Jiao moved from the bedroom to the living room.

"Can you take care of your son!" Li Jiao yelled like crazy in the living room, "Is it easy for me to find a teacher for him!"

Intuition told Jian Yao that Li Jiao's anger this time had something to do with her tutoring in the morning.

At noon, he patronized and vented, and Jian Yao didn't know how Jiang Zhao's class was going.

He turned the pen twice, then held it in his hand, and turned his head to stare at the door.

He used to wear headphones to listen to music when there were quarrels at home, and he would never do such stupid things as eavesdropping, but today it was mainly because of Jiang Zhao, otherwise he would not be bothered to get involved.

He comforted himself so in his heart, got up and walked to the door, and quietly opened the door a crack.

Li Jiao was standing on the edge of the sofa, facing Song Mingqiang, the sharp voice came through the air, especially ear-piercing.

"Do you think he has a learning attitude?" Li Jiao said and pointed back, "It's so hard to find a one-on-one tutor. I finally found a cheap one, and he ran away from me!"

"Teacher, tutor, what is there to find a tutor!" Song Mingqiang looked impatient, grabbed the remote control and turned the TV volume to the loudest, "Every day he is arguing at home, he studies if he wants to learn, and goes out on his own after graduation if he doesn't want to study. "

"What are you doing, you can't even support yourself with a monthly salary like you?" Li Jiao snatched the remote control from Song Mingqiang's hand and threw it at him, "I was so blind to marry you." Kind of trash!"

Li Jiao was still accusing Song Mingqiang, seeing that he was about to force Song Ming into a rage, but Jian Yao didn't care about what they said anymore.

His mind was full of Li Jiao's words about running away from popularity.

Song Yang ran Jiang Zhaoqi away? ?

Li Jiao's description was a bit funny, Jian Yao unconsciously imagined the scene of Jiang Zhao blowing his hair, and almost didn't laugh.

He lowered his head and let out a muffled laugh, then suddenly realized something, and his face fell down.

So this girl didn't take this tutor at all.

Then what was he talking about for a long time at noon?

Jian Yao closed his eyes and took a breath, took out his mobile phone and clicked into Jiang Zhao's chat page, typed a few words and deleted them, and went out with his schoolbag.

It is impossible to vent your anger on the Internet, maybe you can be stimulated by Jiang Zhao's cold words "oh", so Jian Yao went directly to the small broken house, and raised his arms to greet him as soon as the door opened.

Jian Yao put his arms around Jiang Zhao's neck, and approached him dangerously: "You pushed the tutor this morning? Why didn't you tell me?"

Jiang Zhao turned his head and asked, "Why tell you?"

Jian Yao didn't know how to answer the conversation.

He found that he had just used too much force and got too close. Now Jiang Zhao's face is very close, and no matter how bright the light is, he can even see the fluff on his face clearly.

He suddenly felt that the schoolbag was extremely heavy on his shoulder alone, so he quickly let go of Jiang Zhao and walked into the bedroom.

Walking all the way to the innermost part of the bedroom, Jian Yao took off his schoolbag and threw it on the side of the small bed, then turned to look at Jiang Zhao and asked, "Why did you push the tutor away?"

Because of me?

Did you reject it because you saw how my brother and mother treated me?

Although it's very self-indulgent to think so, Jian Yao still can't help but have these thoughts.

At least he felt that Jiang Zhao and him had a pretty good relationship now, they were good brothers on the same front...

Jiang Zhao stood there for a while, lowered his head and walked into the bedroom, calmly said: "Too stupid to teach."

Jian Yao: "..."

Fine.

This is also one of the same fronts.

He also thought Song Yang was quite stupid.

Jiang Zhao walked to the edge of the desk, closed the exercise book spread on the table and put it aside, then turned to look at Jian Yao and said, "That's why you came here?"

"..." Jian Yao opened and closed his mouth, with a look of being discovered but firmly refusing to admit it, and said with a stiff neck, "I have a share of this house now, do I need a reason to come here?"

Jiang Zhao glanced at him, opened the stool and sat down, took a set of papers and started to do it, leaving Jian Yao alone standing beside the small bed, beautiful alone.

Jian Yao was beautiful for a few seconds, and after confirming that Jiang Zhao was not going to talk to him, he continued: "Today is my first day of stay, shouldn't you welcome me?"

Jiang Zhao didn't say anything, didn't even give him a look, raised his hand extremely perfunctorily, and clapped his hands three times in his direction.

Because I was holding a pen in my hand, the sound of applause seemed to be leaking.

Jian Yao: "..."

He bent down to pick up his schoolbag, resisted the urge to throw at Jiang Zhao, and walked to Jiang Zhao's side.

The desk was not big, and it seemed that Jiang Zhao wasn't going to give up his seat, so Jian Yao sat on the head of the bed on his own initiative, occupying the side of the desk.

He glanced at the paper Jiang Zhao was writing, took out the same paper from his bag, and took a black fountain pen on the table to write.

The two didn't compete this time, so there was no need to race against time, Jian Yao also practiced his words by the way.

The time for doing the questions passed quickly, and the sky became dark in a flash. The setting sun made half of the bedroom dim through the sunset glow. Jiang Zhao went to the living room halfway to pour a glass of water, and turned on the headlights in the bedroom.

He leaned against the door to drink water, waited for Jian Yao to put down the pen, raised his arms and stretched himself before asking, "Aren't you going back?"

Jian Yao propped his arms to imitate the Statue of Liberty, and it took him a long time to retract his hands and lay down on the table, hesitatingly saying, "I won't go back."

In the past, if the Internet cafe environment could be better, he was willing to stay overnight in the Internet cafe.

Now that he has a better place to stay, he really doesn't want to go home.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and seeing that it was time for dinner, he opened a certain ball and flipped through it: "I ordered takeaway, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't eat takeaway." Jiang Zhao said, turned and walked out after drinking the water.

Jian Yao turned his head and saw that Jiang Zhao's route was going to the kitchen, so he hurriedly stood up and chased after him: "Brother, are you going to eat boiled noodles tonight?"

"..." Jiang Zhao walked to the door, with a look of bad food on his face, and replied, "I'll go out and buy."

Jian Yao made an "oh" mouth, and slumped to the side, leaning against the wall like a boneless: "Then help me buy a copy, thank you."

Jiang Zhao glanced at him and shook his legs: "Your leg is broken?"

Jian Yao slid slowly against the wall, clasped his legs with both hands and replied weakly: "It's not broken, it's just boring. If you walk a few more steps, it will probably break."

"..." Jiang Zhao's eyelids twitched, he opened the door expressionlessly, said "order takeaway by yourself", and then ran away like the wind.

Jian Yao looked at the half-closed door, smiled, walked over to close the door, and when he turned back, his phone vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at it, and saw the message from Jiang Zhao on the screen.

Jiang Zhao: what to eat

Jian Yao laughed and typed to reply.

Y: Don't you want me to order it myself?

Jiang Zhao:.

Jiang Zhao: Then order it yourself

Y: just like you

Y: Thank you

Jiang Zhao didn't reply again, Jian Yao put away his phone and walked towards the crib.

The bed hadn't been moved since it was half cleared, and it was still half empty and half messy, so it was convenient to tidy up.

Last time, because he had drunk some wine and got a little heady, he had the audacity to occupy Jiang Zhao's bed. Now, for the sake of sustainable development in the future, he should be more modest.

Although there is Jian Yao's nest in the small broken house, Jian Yao usually goes home to sleep, so as not to ask Li Jiao.

Besides, he didn't really want to share the rent with Jiang Zhao, and it would be a bit embarrassing to spend the night there all the time.

He didn't tell anyone about it, and Jiang Zhao didn't have anyone to tell. At night, Jian Yao didn't have to go to the Internet cafe anymore. He did his homework at Jiang Zhao's place. The first time he was a stranger and the second time he was acquainted. By the third time, he was already standing on the sidelines. Urging Jiang Zhao to open the door quickly.

On Friday, Zhao Jin deliberately took a class meeting to talk about changing seats.

They only adjust their seats once a semester, and they change according to the group after they are divided into groups. Basically, there are so many people around each time, and they come back even within two weeks after the change.

The four big characters "seat adjustment" were written on the blackboard, which was the theme of the class meeting. Zhao Jin said that he was going to try a new grouping method this time, and even picked up chalk and wrote two formulas.

"There are currently 54 students in our class. I plan to divide them into eleven groups. The top eleven in this monthly exam will be the group leaders of each group. The first five groups will have six students in each group, and the last six groups will have four students in each group. I will calculate the average score of the group for the results of each monthly exam, and the order of seat selection will be sorted according to the average score."

As soon as Zhao Jin finished speaking, various voices rang out in the class, some raised questions, some objected, and some took advantage of the chaos to chat. Finally, Zhao Jin patted the table a few times. Alright, let’s talk again, the top eleven come to the podium.”

Eleven people stood up and walked towards the podium, and the rest started talking in disorder. Zhou Xuanyi turned around and said, "How to adjust a seat depends on the score. If there is someone who is not selected, it will be embarrassing."

Jian Yao shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. The eleven people on the podium had already stood up, and Zhao Jin was standing below. After passing, the ten people shouted to the one standing farthest: "Come along from No. 1, Jiang Zhao, you go first." Pick five team members, and those selected can refuse if they don’t want to.”

"Choose concubine, this is it." Jian Yao sneered and couldn't help complaining.

What was written on the blackboard was not called "seat adjustment", it should be called "large concubine selection scene".

He wasn't the only one who thought this way, someone yelled directly, which caused a burst of laughter in the class, and he laughed too.

Then soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

After receiving the instruction, Jiang Zhao looked straight at him without being affected by the audience at all.

In the next second, he heard Jiang Zhao say in a moderate voice, "Jian Yao."

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