After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao's bedroom has its own bathroom, so he can stay in his own room when he comes back, avoiding unnecessary contact with Li Jiao's family of three, most of the time they can't even say a word for a week.

Today's situation is considered an exception, Li Jiao was probably overwhelmed by her stupid son, and Jian Yao's mood was not much better because of the renting.

Jian Yao adjusted the water to slightly cool, and stood under the shower for a long time holding his breath, until the lingering boredom in his chest finally dissipated a little.

A hot-blooded anime theme song was playing on the phone, Jian Yao combed his bangs back, closed his eyes and groped for facial cleanser, squeezed a lump in the palm of his hand, and began to rub his face rhythmically with the music.

Rubbing and rubbing, he jerked violently, remembering one thing.

He hasn't added Jiang Zhao's wechat yet!

Jian Yao's shorthand ability is quite strong, he can remember the outline of poems like Pipaxing after reading them a few times, but he has a great memory.

The forgetfulness here does not refer to forgetting things as soon as they are learned, it is probably a bit like the amnesia of the elderly. I remembered what I was going to do a second ago, but forgot when I turned around.

Jian Yao is well aware of his pissing nature, so when he suddenly thinks of something, he often acts vigorously and puts down everything in his hand to complete it.

So he washed off the foam on his face a few times, turned around and raised his hand to pinch the towel, then went to pick up the mobile phone on the table, downloaded WeChat before turning back to continue washing.

After washing, he walked out of the bathroom with a hot body, wiped his hair with a towel in one hand, and started to register WeChat account with the other hand.

It was quite simple to register the WeChat ID, but it took a lot of time to fill in the personal information. Jian Yao rummaged through the photo albums before finding a satisfactory picture to make his profile picture. I thought about the WeChat name for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to use "JIAN" like his QQ nickname, but he was afraid of being recognized by Jiang Zhao, so he finally filled in a "Y".

After finally tossing about the account, he clicked into various functions and patrolled again, got the real-name authentication and tied the bank card, and yawned so sleepy that he remembered to add Jiang Zhao's friend.

He seized the last sliver of sobriety to find Jiang Zhao's WeChat account, sent a friend request without filling in the reason, and lost consciousness on the bed in the next second.

The next day, Jian Yao was woken up by the haunting alarm, and it was only when he turned it off for the fourth time in a row that he finally squinted his eyes and glanced at the phone.

The time on the screen showed 6:20, followed by a WeChat message in the center.

Jiang Zhao: Who

Jian Yao barely woke up for half a second for this news, unlocked the phone and clicked in, and found that Jiang Zhao had sent a question mark before that, at 05:30.

Why does this person get up so early?

Y: Your landlord

Jian Yao sank into the pillow and typed, and after sending it, his neck tilted and he fell asleep again.

Waking up again was at 6:40, and they were completely frightened awake. They started self-study at [-]:[-].

Even so, he struggled to get up after twisting on the bed for 2 minutes. He didn't even bother to put on his slippers, so he swayed into the bathroom to wash up, and finally realized that he was going to be late for the first day of the second year of high school when the cold water hit his face.

He rushed out of the bathroom to change his clothes, grabbed the school uniform jacket that was hanging on the chair, and flew out with his schoolbag in the next second like an arrow flying from the string.

The sun has not yet woken up when it just opened, the sun is not so harsh, and the air still has the humidity of the morning, Jian Yao is facing the light all the way, running with the wind.

He rushed straight to the school. The stalls outside the school were packed up and ready to leave. There were still a few fellows in the school, and the sound of reading could be heard from the teaching building.

Their classroom is on the third floor, and Jian Yao climbed up the handrail two steps at a time, thinking that this morning's self-study is for the Chinese teacher, so if you don't catch being late, it's not a big problem...

As a result, I met love around the corner.

Panting, he rushed to the third floor, and bumped into Zhao Jin who was standing at the door of the class before he could catch his breath.

In addition to Zhao Jin, Zhang Zhiyuan, the devil director of their grade, and a tall boy sandwiched between the two of them.

Jian Yao's own shoes are 182, this boy is a little taller than him, standing between Zhao Jin and Zhang Zhiyuan has a feeling of standing out from the crowd, and soon attracted Jian Yao's attention.

The boy was wearing a neat school uniform, the buttons on his chest were neatly buttoned, and his black backpack was behind his back, which seemed to hold ten thousand books, but he still stood upright.

He was drooping his eyes and didn't know where to look. His delicate facial features were almost transparent under the sunlight, and the four words "I have no feelings" were written all over his face. When Jian Yao rushed up, he didn't even give him a look.

"Jian Yao! You're late again!" Zhao Jin yelled at Jian Yao fiercely, and poked his finger at the air on his side.

Jian Yao stopped the car behind his fingers, looked up at the clock hanging on the classroom wall, and tried to justify: "If I ran in just now, I would just step on the clock."

"The clock was 2 minutes late, and the bell has already finished ringing." Zhao Jin finished speaking, and then glanced at his clothes, "Where is your school uniform?"

Jian Yao raised the arm with the school uniform jacket hanging on it, and motioned for Zhao Jin to see it.

Zhao Jin was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, and continued: "A coat is a school uniform? Can you live in it in such a hot day? Others wear one and another. Wearing a coat in an air-conditioned room is a school uniform. It’s still a school uniform if you take it off, why do you like to be special? I haven’t seen you wearing a summer school uniform!”

Jian Yao didn't refute, but told him intuitively that Zhang Zhiyuan was staring at him. The director was notoriously terrifying. After being arrested and chatting with him, he came back with a new look, claiming that he had been baptized by the soul, and he didn't want to feel it once.

But he still retorted in his heart: I wouldn't even wear such an ugly school uniform.

Their summer school uniforms are really ugly to the extreme. The dark blue top and white trousers symbolize the blue sky and white clouds. In fact, whoever wears it stays.

So you can't blame him for being special, he really doesn't want to wear such ugly clothes on himself, he would rather wear a jacket than a summer school uniform in a [-]-degree hot day.

But today he opened his eyes and saw a student who could see in his summer school uniform.

He couldn't help but glanced at the boy in front of him again. The man turned his head at some point, and the eyes of the two collided.

There were unknown emotions in those eyes, like doubts and inquiries, and they didn't flinch when they were discovered, but looked at Jian Yao generously.

Jian Yao was taken aback for a moment, still thinking whether to respond with a smile or a frown, Zhao Jin opened his mouth first, his tone was completely different from just now.

"Jiang Zhao, you wait at the door for a while, I call you to come in before you go in."

Jiang Zhao?

Jian Yao looked at the person in front of him, and was a little confused for a moment.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental? ?

It may be that his expression was too exciting, which attracted Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin usually used Jiang Zhao's example to pour chicken soup on Jian Yao. Now that he fell into their class, Zhao Jin was a little bit uncomfortable in front of Jian Yao. Busy taking the opportunity to drive people away.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go in and study early."

Zhao Jin patted Jian Yao's back and pushed him. Jian Yao took two steps, looked away from Jiang Zhao's face, and followed Zhao Jin into the class.

As soon as he entered the class, he felt [-] gazes, almost the entire class of students were looking at him, and the better ones had a book in their hands as a cover, although it was useless.

After Zhao Jin entered the class, a group of students all lowered their heads and pretended to read Chinese books. Jian Yao raised his feet and walked towards his seat. Before he had taken two steps, he saw several people around him raising their heads and looking at the door.

This Jiang Zhao's charm is so great that he can completely ignore the double coercion of the head teacher and the grade teacher just to take a look?

That being said, Jian Yao didn't hold back and glanced back curiously, and saw Zhao Jin also turned his head, looking at Jiang Zhao who had already walked in behind him: "Hey! Why did you come in?"

Jiang Zhao looked at Zhao Jin inexplicably, and replied briefly: "Come in for class."

"..."

After saying this, Jian Yao couldn't help applauding him in his heart.

Zhao Jin was also obviously choked by his words, and it took him a long time before he smiled dryly and said, "I'm going to let you introduce yourself... Forget it, I guess no one doesn't know you, I'll see later Let me arrange a seat for you."

Jian Yao withdrew his gaze, walked towards the back with a bag on one shoulder, there were many pretending reading sounds around him, and he didn't hear what Zhao Jin and Jiang Zhao said behind him.

It wasn't until he threw the bag on his desk, stepped over a bench and sat down against the wall, that he realized something was wrong.

Why did Jiang Zhao follow him to the back? ? ?

He saw Jiang Zhao put the schoolbag containing [-] books on the bench he had just stepped over, glanced down at his face, then turned back and said to Zhao Jin, "I'll sit here."

"..." Zhao Jin was stuck in the shell for at least five seconds, and was about to speak when Jiang Zhao snatched it first.

"Anyone here?"

Jiang Zhao tapped twice on the edge of the table with his backhand, and Jian Yao realized that this question was directed at him.

Originally, the number of people in the class was odd, so he volunteered to be the one who sat alone. Since the first year of high school, one person has always occupied two seats. Although there is no one next to him, there is a table of textbooks and papers piled up.

"No." Jian Yao replied, but didn't move anything on the table.

He looked at Zhao Jin, even though Zhao Jin loved him very much, and he would not give up lightly after passing the test, he didn't think that Zhao Jin would agree with Jiang Zhao to sit in this kind of seat for scumbags, and he would also present a full-year student next to him. The strongest scumbag.

There are no students who have passed the exam in the last two rows. Zhao Jin is probably crazy to let a giant scorer sit here.

Zhao Jin said: "Okay, then you sit here."

Jian Yao: "???"

Really crazy?

"I believe you are a self-conscious student, and where you sit has no effect on you, but I still want to remind you, you are used to staying in the experimental class, and now you come to the parallel class, the learning atmosphere must be completely different, you have to Adjust, don’t relax, and try to take the exam back next year.” Zhao Jin patted Jiang Zhao’s shoulder, pointed to the books on the table with his chin and asked, “Whose are these, clear them yourself.”

Jian Yao reluctantly picked up the textbooks on the table, and added another layer to the tower of books on his right hand.Zhang Zhiyuan knocked on the glass twice outside, Zhao Jin nodded in response and went out.

The two handsome guys are very eye-catching when they are next to each other, not to mention that one of them is the legendary Jiang Zhao, so after Zhao Jin went out to chat with Zhang Zhiyuan in the corridor, the eyes of the whole class focused on the back door again.

Jian Yao pretended to be calm and calm while clearing the papers under a bunch of gazes, but he was actually a little nervous, not because of the eyes of the group of students, but because of the few glances Jiang Zhao had just looked at him.

His eyes were full of temptation, which made him a little guilty.

Jiang Zhao probably... didn't recognize him, did he?

Why is he sitting here? Don't want to study?

Jian Yao was thinking about being lost in thought, when he heard Zhou Xuanyi yelling in front of him: "Brother, that's my paper!"

"Hey." Jian Yao responded, saw the names on a stack of papers in his hand, threw them on Zhou Xuanyi's arm, and said angrily, "Why are you putting the papers on my desk?"

"It's not that there is no place to put it, why don't I put it on top of you, anyway, it's so high, it's okay to be higher." After Zhou Xuanyi finished speaking, regardless of Jian Yao's answer or not, she had already stacked the paper on top.

He turned around and didn't plan to turn back, and greeted Jiang Zhao with a smile: "Boss Jiang, my name is Zhou Xuanyi, the sports committee member of the class. You can call me the sports committee. My name is too girly, and it sounds like a girl."

Jiang Zhao paused for a moment, raised his head from his schoolbag and glanced at Zhou Xuanyi: "Yes."

He took out several thick books from his bag, all of which Zhou Xuanyi had never seen before. Before Zhou Xuanyi was surprised, he took out an Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary full of labels, and Zhou Xuanyi was stunned.

"Fuck, is this No.1?" Zhou Xuanyi sighed from the bottom of her heart, then looked at Jian Yao again, "This is much better than your No. [-]."

"Fuck you, I'm the number one fart." Jian Yao, who was shot suddenly, cursed with a smile, and quietly glanced at Jiang Zhao's expression from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Zhao asked, "What number one?"

His voice was low and hoarse during the period of voice change, but his tone was very calm, and Jian Yao was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"The bottom one." Jian Yao said casually, sitting sideways and leaning against the wall, "Your experimental class doesn't pay attention to these things, so they probably don't know me. My name is Jian Yao, Guang Di Yao."

"I know." Jiang Zhao glanced at Jian Yao, paused for two seconds before continuing, "I just saw it on the report card."

So what are you asking first? ? ?

Jian Yao felt that his face was numb, it was fine for this person to ask the question knowingly, but he had to gasp for breath after speaking, he really owed it.

So this person just watched him there for a long time, just to appreciate the last one in the grade? ?

Jian Yao instantly felt like a fool.

He added Jiang Zhao's wechat and said a word, and he could be recognized as a ghost.And even if you recognize it, it's nothing more than one more person who knows that you are actually awesome.

After figuring it out, Jian Yao was fearless, and stared at Jiang Zhao's profile for a long time.

He admitted that he didn't have a good impression of Jiang Zhao. Although Jiang Zhao had nothing to do with renting out the house next to the school, Jian Yao couldn't help but sit with him when Jiang Zhao moved in.

Moreover, when I saw the deity today, he had the aura of King B all over his body, not to mention his words were very annoying.

"Then you still sit here?" Jian Yao's tone was a little provocative, and he leaned against the wall to speak lazily, "It doesn't matter if you want to sit here, but I never study, and my grades are at the bottom. If I am brought down, I will not be responsible."

Jian Yao felt that what he said was very flirtatious, and it fit the temperament of contemporary bad boys of sixteen or seventeen. He established his image in front of Jiang Zhao, and then collapsed in the next second.

Zhao Jin didn't know when to send Zhang Zhiyuan away, but at this moment, he suddenly popped up from the back door, and said to Jian Yao's side face: "Jian Yao? Sit so steadily and wait for someone to invite you. If you are late, you will consciously go to the back and stand!" "