Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

There are still 10 minutes until the evening self-study. After checking the time, the speed of doing the questions immediately increased, changing the slow and lazy attitude before.The deskmate has long been used to such behaviors as "declaring the top card". Everyone knows that this person is the least fond of studying in several key classes, but his grades can only improve, unless he didn't sleep well on the day of the exam.

So, is it really pissing people off compared to people? Such a comparison is even more aggrieved, okay?The deskmate is too lazy to be jealous, and continues his study career as tired as a dog. Without talent, we have to work harder, right?If the grade held a competition for "Excellent Representatives of Getting to and From Classes on Time", "Xuantou Pai" would be recognized as the second, and absolutely no one would dare to recognize the first.

It was dark outside the window, and the light from the opposite building faintly passed through the night, printed on the glass, and a faint halo flashed.In order to prevent these so-called key class students from being affected by other class students, the lower half of the glass in their class is pasted with anti-seepage stickers, which completely isolates the shadows dangling outside the window, and also facilitates the class teacher who likes to "surreptitiously visit" .

"Hush, classmate Xiaobing is here, pay attention." As soon as the activist quietly said, the students around who were relaxed because the end of get out of class was approaching immediately picked up the book and pretended to read it carefully.Manifesto quickly packed up the desk, and soon the desk was so clean that only a pen was left.

The deskmate kindly reminded, "Hey, Manifesto, at least that book is on the table, and the old class is watching from behind, and I have to blame you later."

Manifesto pulled out the book slowly, opened it slowly, and glanced at the time, there was 1 minute left.After thinking about it, he took out a few more books and put them aside, and took away the notes at the same table.As a deskmate who listens very carefully to the class, ah bah, as a student who listens very carefully to the class, Li Ming's notes have always been very complete, and the teacher once took them out as a model and passed them around in the class.

In contrast, the manifesto is the model that the whole class hates taking notes the least, and the number of words written on the handed out notebooks is pitifully small in comparison.However, he didn't need notes at all, and the teachers just turned a blind eye to him seeing that his grades would not drop.

If it was just like this, Li Ming wouldn't think there was anything wrong with it, but his deskmate liked to borrow his notebook very often, so often that the other party was used to it, and he still didn't know how to refuse.Who made the manifesto take what he had already read that day?Who made it obvious that people don't need notes?Who made this guy have a brother with average grades?

Well, Li Ming admits that the reason why "Xuantoupai" became "Xuantoupai" is definitely due to the elder brother who took good care of him.Before meeting the two brothers, Li Ming never knew that his 17-year-old brother could still be carried by his elder brother on a rainy day, nor did he know that the genius who seemed to care nothing on weekdays would be eager to see his brother sooner. Watching the bell for the end of get out of class.

When their classmates discussed in private, although they would despise the "weak state" of "Xuantou Pai" who is so big and needs to be taken care of with all his heart, they are more envious and jealous, envious and jealous, why don't they As for such a big brother, they also think that someone will help them with everything, uh, it's a shame to carry it on rainy days.

"Let's go, I'll pay you back tomorrow." Young Master Jiao dropped the sentence, stood up holding a few books, and at the same time the bell rang, everyone was too lazy to express their admiration, but wanted to ask, is it really necessary to step on something? Is it necessary to be so accurate?

When they arrived at the third floor, Xia Murong was already waiting at the top of the stairs, and the two went down the stairs side by side, with the announcement walking on the inside and Xia Murong walking on the outside.The crowded crowd moved slowly downward, and from time to time they would be bumped by people behind or beside them.Only at such a moment can Xia Murong hold Yan Yan in his arms openly, not too close, but he always holds people in his arms in front of others.

The caring and considerate elder brother, as always, protects his precious younger brother and goes downstairs. His strong arms firmly draw an encirclement circle. No matter what they are, the protected people in the circle enjoy the leisure that is incompatible with the people around them, and they may even come back. Hugging his brother's waist over his head, he walked backwards down the stairs nonchalantly, not caring whether it would be dangerous or not, who let the person who has been protecting him be right in front of him.

Therefore, what is waiting for the declaration is never the fastest meeting between two people, but the cuddling and clinging to each other openly after the meeting. There are three floors and 78 steps, and every step is easy and comfortable, comfortable and generous.

Back at the hut they rented, Young Master Jiao jumped into the big bed with a cheer, and fell asleep after rubbing it.Xia Murong prepared his clothes and pushed him into the bathroom, while he started to make dumplings.My mother was afraid that they would be hungry when they came back at night, so she often brought some food over, not to mention, she would often come here to make dumplings for them, filling the entire refrigerator.

He walked out carelessly with wet hair, and was immediately dragged to the bedside and rubbed hard, the hot wind blowing on his scalp, Young Master Jiao pulled his pajamas, it was a bit cold now, so of course he curled up even tighter in the arms of the poor benefactor .

"Yanyan..." Xia Murong was helpless, this person stuck to him so tightly, how could he use the hair dryer.

"Well, go on, it will be cold later, uh, the dumplings will be cold too." Young Master Jiao reminded vaguely with his eyes closed, he is not cold at all now, and the poor benefactor will always have It's warm, and once you put it on, you won't be afraid of the cold anymore.

"..." Xia Murong shook his head. Fortunately, he turned on the air conditioner beforehand, and this thing is only useful for that.

Putting the little guy's head on his lap, the reluctant Young Master Jiao lay down muttering, actively showing the back of his head, urging, "Hurry up, I'm hungry, I want to eat dumplings."

At this time, Young Master Jiao didn't have the slightest cowardice when he faced Xia Murong. Xia Murong couldn't help touching his face, and then glanced at the color of the fallen hair, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.It seemed that he hadn't paid attention to his appearance for a long time, and even though he was repeatedly asked why he looked so different from Yanyan at school, he didn't think too much about it.

There was the sound of "crashing" water in the bathroom, Young Master Jiao bit his chopsticks and stared at the door of the bathroom, feeling very "wanting to see through".At this moment, Young Master Jiao is almost drooling as he looks at it, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that he is definitely thinking about some colorful fragments.

Actually, ahem, it's about the same.

Since the first attempt failed, Young Master Jiao became more and more envious of the way.

The author has something to say: Uh, I’m sorry Mina, I just found a job, I’m getting used to it, and I’ll try my best to update it, but it’s far away from a stable update... Hope to the sky...