The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

The National Olympiad consists of five major disciplines, namely mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, and informatics.

Winning awards in these five categories of subjects can directly obtain the qualification for recommendation.

That's what Tong Yao meant by calling them this time.

There was hope in her eyes, and she was obviously optimistic about the two of them.

Ji Ji was a little overwhelmed by her gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Teacher, the only subject I can take is English. Besides, I won't win the prize in the English knowledge and language category." Qualified for guarantee."

Indeed, as a linguistics, English is not eligible for recommendation.

At most, others will think that your English is better than others.

Compared with the other five major categories of subjects, his English really has no advantage at all.

After listening to him, Tong Yao said: "I know, but I didn't ask you to participate in the English competition. Your grades in other subjects are also very good, and the total score of minor subjects is not low in the whole year group. You can choose to participate in other subjects the match of."

Ji Yu hesitated a little.

In fact, among all his subjects, English is the best.

Although his grades in minor subjects were good, he was not at the level where he could compete.

What's more, what he knows is the knowledge that high school must master.

And the test in the competition will only be more difficult than the current test.

He wasn't sure to make it to the end.

Seeing that he did not answer for a long time, Tong Yao was not in a hurry.

She comforted Ji Yu: "Actually, that's what I said. If you don't want to participate, I won't force you. In short, everything depends on you."

"Well, I see."

He glanced at him again to make sure that Ji Yu was fine.

After that, Tong Yao turned her attention to Sang Jingming.

She asked, "Which subject do you most want to participate in?"

"Actually, I participated in this kind of competition when I was in junior high school. My subject at that time was mathematics." Sang Jingming said.

After speaking, Tong Yao's eyes lit up.

She was so shocked that she couldn't believe her ears: "You participated in junior high school? How about your grades?"

"I can join the national team."

Now, not only Tong Yao, but everyone in the office stopped their movements to look at him.

Being stared at by all the teachers in the office, Sang Jingming was very calm.

But Ji Yu beside him felt uncomfortable.

To be honest, he knew most of these teachers in the room.

When we meet each other, we will always say "Hello, teacher" kindly.

But among those gazes, there was his math teacher.

Ji Ju is not good at mathematics, so he is very afraid of him.

Now he noticed that the eyes of these teachers were vaguely looking over, and there was a math teacher among them, and his head was so big!

But he didn't show it, he just lowered his head even lower.

But Sang Jingming beside him was keenly aware of it.

Looking around calmly, he tried to distract the teachers.

So he said almost quickly, "Teacher, I still want to participate in the math competition."

After the words fell, he clearly felt an eager look from the office.

But Sang Jingming lowered his eyes and ignored it.

"okay."

Tong Yao nodded and said in agreement.

In fact, Sang Jingming's grades in all subjects are excellent, and he can easily handle any subject, but since he chose mathematics himself, Tong Yao also went with him.

"Then teacher, let's go out first."

"Well, let's go."

Ji Ji almost ran out of the office at a trot.

As soon as he went out, he took a deep breath and said, "Sure enough, the air outside is still fresh!"

Hearing his words, Sang Jingming smiled rarely: "Why?"

"Because there is no oppressive gaze from the math teacher!" He said seriously, "You didn't see the way the math teacher looked at you just now, that is called enthusiasm. I think, if the head teacher was not present, he would have come up to kiss you."

Sang Jingming: "..."

When he thought of the math teacher kissing his face with his face, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

So he chose to skip this topic automatically: "He kissed me, let's forget it."

"Hahaha, let me make an analogy, don't do this." Ji Ju smiled for a while, and then said, "But to be honest, if you win the prize in the competition, he will be the happiest except for the head teacher. After all, you It is the students he taught, and the reputation of the math teacher will probably be much bigger."

"I suddenly regretted participating in the math competition." He said suddenly.

"Huh?" Ji Ju was dumbfounded by his words, "Why?"

"Because the math teacher doesn't like you, I don't want to discredit him."

It's really rare for such childish and straightforward words to come out of Sang Jingming's mouth.

Almost immediately, Ji Ju was stunned.

He never expected that Sang Jingming would say such childish things because of him.

Isn't this just a child?he thinks.

But he didn't say that, but patiently persuaded him.

So he said: "Actually, you don't need to think so. My grades in other subjects are not bad, but it is difficult to pass the math grade. In the eyes of the math teacher, I may be against him on purpose. He will have such a It's normal to think, don't be angry because of me and the teacher."

"But he said you, I'm still not happy."

"..."

Actually I am not happy either.

Sighing softly in his heart, Ji Ju said in a helpless tone: "So what? He is a teacher, and we are students. And the starting point of all he did was for our good."

Now, Sang Jingming stopped talking.

He lowered his head and stared fixedly at his toes.

Ji Ju blinked, a bit unclear about the other party's operation.

He tried Lasang Jingming's sleeve, and asked, "Are you...unhappy."

"No."

But Sang Jingming still didn't raise his head to speak, he was obviously angry.

Glancing at him silently, Ji Yufu was so moved that he seemed to understand something: "You... Are you because of what I just said?"

"No."

"You're lying to me again." Ji Ju said firmly, "I don't know what to say, but one thing is for sure, I hope you will be better than anyone else."

Sang Jingming: "..."

I also want to protect you as much as I can.

So after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "Ji Yu, there is more than half a year left, let me help you with math."

"Huh? So suddenly? And haven't you been doing it all the time?" Ji Yu asked.

Sang Jingming shook his head and said seriously: "This time I'm serious. Before I gave you tutoring, you always paddled and didn't take it seriously. This time I really want to improve your grades and stop the math teacher from talking about you."

"... Let's talk about this matter later." Ji Ju had a bitter face.

"Don't you want to go to the best translation school in China?" he asked.

"……think."

"I can improve your math scores in a short period of time, do you want to try?"

"I……"

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Sang Jingming gave him the last injection of chicken blood.

"And Jiang Fan has been making fun of you for your bad grades in math, so you don't want to surpass him? Slap him in the face with your own math grades?"

When it comes to Jiang Fan, Ji Ju suddenly has fighting spirit.

Without even thinking about it, he said, "Okay! I must get good grades in the exam. You can teach me math."

"Yeah." Sang Jingming was very satisfied with his performance, "I'll make a study plan for you later."

"Row."

With Ji Yu's approval, Sang Jingming's mood instantly improved.

Taking his hand very naturally, he said: "Class is about to start, let's go."

Then Ji Yu followed him forward without doing anything.

They returned to the classroom one after the other.

As soon as they entered, the eyes of the students fell on them.

In the end it was Xu Wang who had the guts to be pushed in front of Ji Ju by a few classmates.

He bit the bullet and asked, "What did the teacher tell you?"

In fact, he didn't want to come, but they pushed him over in spite of their own objections.

Fortunately, Ji Yu was also very generous, and he replied: "The teacher wants us to participate in the competition."

Xu Wang showed a look of "Look, that's it" to the students sitting in the back, and then asked: "Brother Ji, are you ready to participate in the competition?"

Ji Ju shook his head: "I'm still hesitating."

"Oh, what about Sang Jingming?"

"He's math."

Ji Yu's voice is not loud, just his usual volume when chatting with others.

But the students all listened attentively to his speech, the class could hear a pin drop, and it was extremely quiet.

So, Ji Ju's words of wanting to prolong, desire to prolong, and desire to prolong fell into everyone's ears.

Immediately, someone gave Sang Jingming a thumbs up, discussing in a low voice.

"Xueba is worthy of being a Xueba, he is just amazing."

"I barely passed the math, and I'm going to participate in the competition..."

"This shows that sometimes, there is still a gap between people and people."

"Why does this brain grow? I also want such a smart head."

"You? Think about it."

"Poor baby, let's dream, there is everything in the dream."

"..."

Part of these words fell into Ji Ju's ears, and part of them fell into Sang Jingming's ears.

But the person involved didn't say anything about it, because he was making a study plan for Ji Yu.

This time he really decided to tutor Ji Ji.

The college entrance examination is coming soon, and he hopes that Ji Yu can be admitted to the university of his choice.

Even... they didn't end up together.

Tong Yao acted quickly and submitted the registration form to Sang Jingming the next day.

Then call him to the office and talk to him carefully about the game.

"The right to hold this provincial competition falls on the head of Anyang No. [-] Middle School. You will go to No. [-] Middle School for the exam in a few days."

"Ah."

"The teacher has nothing to tell you, you completely reassure me."

Hearing what Tong Yao said, Sang Jingming couldn't tell what it was like.

Although this new little teacher does not have much teaching experience, he has been working hard to help each of them.

Especially Ji Ji.

Ji Jie's math performance is not good, so Tong Yao arranges to study math by his side.

Sang Jingming saw all this.

She's really, really nice.

Tong Yao is young, if she can come back with an award, her popularity will increase a lot, right?

Sang Jingming thought silently.

Tong Yao didn't know what he was thinking, and only thought that he was silent and didn't like to talk too much.

It's almost the same as the instructions. There are still two days before the competition, so she doesn't need to put pressure on him.

So let him go back first.

Sang Jingming is a person with strong execution ability.

That night, he made a study plan.

Fortunately, Ji Ji is only bad at mathematics, otherwise he would have to tutor him in other subjects.

"Your math grades are not good because your foundation is too weak. I have seen your junior high school math grades. You didn't have a good foundation at that time. Now it's too late for tutoring, so you can only adopt the tactics of sea of ​​questions."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yu's face was pale.

After hesitating for a moment, he still asked, "What's wrong?"

"Question, question sea tactics?" Ji Ju asked with a look of horror.

"Ah."

"Then don't I still have to do the questions!?" He was about to collapse.

For a student who is not good at math, doing math problems is almost like slow suicide.

And it's kind of late.

Because math problems are like this, once you have no idea, you can't write a word.

Those who can do it are really able to do it, and those who don’t can’t write it down at all.

This process is similar to Ling Chi.

You don't die all at once, but slowly simmer in despair.

Seeing his conflicted face, Sang Jingming knew what he was thinking.

But the most important thing to teach students is patience, especially Ji Ji.

After several times of psychological training for himself, Sang Jingming said gently: "If you want to improve your math scores, the sea of ​​question tactics is the fastest way. You also don't want to be in the college entrance examination, because the math score will drag you down. share?"

His words of reasoning and emotion really stunned Ji Ju.

Because Ji Yu's eyes were obviously loose.

After moving his lips a few times, he said, "Okay then, I'll listen to you."

"Well, let's do this paper first."

Looking at the blank paper, Ji Ju regretted it!

Why did he agree just now!

But there is no medicine for regret in the world, and what is said must be fulfilled.

Thinking of this, Ji Ju took the paper and started to do it.

Four or ten minutes later, Ji Ju handed over the finished paper to Sang Jingming to read.

As soon as he got the paper, he saw that most of the big questions on the back were blank, his eyes twitched, and he was about to say a few words of criticism.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yu took the lead.

"You can't blame me, I did it very hard! But my level is limited. At this time, you can't beat me, but encourage me."

His temples twitched a few times, Sang Jingming wanted to say something, but he held back.

"Be calm, be calm, be calm."

He said this in his heart three times before he turned around.

Trying to make himself look a little stricter, he stretched out the paper, spread it on the table, and asked, "Come on, I'll explain it to you one by one."

Then, he took out the red pen.

Like the marking teacher, draw a picture on it.

Ji Ju was listening very seriously at first, but as he listened, his eyes fell on the other party's lips unconsciously.

Then he stared at his lips, fascinated.

Sang Jingming's lips are very beautiful, the kind of light and thin.

When he was not speaking, his thin lips were slightly pursed, looking a bit serious and unattainable.

But Ji Ju knew that his lips were soft.

He remembered that kiss in the dark for a long time.

And a few days ago, in the classroom, Sang Jingming's kiss on his face made him throb.

What did he say then?

"Let's take this as an example?"

Facing someone like Sang Jingming, there might really be a next time.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help thinking of what Sang Jingming said: "Ji Yu, you said you didn't like me, but you already acquiesced in my kissing you. You still like me."

Do I really like him?

This thought flashed through my mind, too fast to be grasped.

No, no, no, I just treat him as my childhood friend.

Isn't it normal to be more intimate with each other?

Comforting himself like this, Ji Ju felt a little better.

"This 3π should be... Ji Ji, are you listening to me?"

While talking, Sang Jingming realized that he had lost his voice.

Turning to look at him, she asked him.

"Huh? ... Oh, I listened, I listened."

"Then how do you solve this problem?"

Throwing down the pen, Sang Jingming wanted to let Ji Ju know the fate of being distracted.

He didn't care about Ji Yu and asked directly.

People who didn't attend the class at all: "This..."

Seeing him like this, Sang Jingming knew he couldn't answer, sighed resignedly, and asked, "What were you thinking just now?"

"..."

"talk."

Looking at him strangely, Ji Ju asked, "You really want me to tell?"

For some reason, a strange feeling came to my heart.

Sang Jingming felt that it would be no good for Ji Ju to ask such a question.

But the overwhelmed water is hard to take back, the words have already been spoken, no matter what the answer is, he has to accept it.

So he said, "Speak, I'll listen."

"I was thinking of your lips."

"……what?!"

"I just..." Ji Ju's eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at him, and whispered, "I was looking at your lips."

Subconsciously moving his hand to his lips, Sang Jingming asked, "What's wrong with my lips?"

"Very, very beautiful."

When he said this, Ji Yu unconsciously lowered his tone, for fear that the other party would find out.

But his guilty expression had already betrayed him.

Sang Jingming grew up with him and knew this man better than himself.

With just one look from the other party, he knew what he was thinking.

So he could easily see——

This person is lying.

Squinting his pupils slightly, Sang Jingming approached him and asked in a low voice, "You really just think my lips are pretty?"

Ji Ju wanted to hide, but was dragged back by him.

Sang Jingming pressed the back of his stool, not allowing him to run away.

Then Yong leaned over and asked what he said just now: "You really just think my lips are pretty?"

"……Um."

"lie."

"I do not have!"

Sang Jingming said firmly, "You're not lying, why are you blushing?"

"..."

Did he blush?

He just has a hot face!

Seeing him like this, Sang Jingming didn't know what he thought of, and asked, "You don't think of anything... a picture with color?"

"You want a picture with color!"

"It's not a picture with color, why are you blushing?"

"I……"

After thinking about it for a long time, Sang Jingming stroked his chin and began to think about the lips between himself and Ji Jie.

Seeing Ji Ju's expression dodge, it must be nothing good.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

He suddenly realized, and asked Ji Ju: "Ji Ju, didn't you think of the time when I kissed you?"

Ji Yu immediately denied: "No!"

Sang Jingming said calmly, "Your face is even redder."

Ji Ji: "!"

Seeing that the other party couldn't say a word, Sang Jingming became more sure of his guess just now.

But it's so good, how could Ji Ju think of this?

After a moment of silence, Sang Jingming asked, "Ji Yu, do you also have feelings for me?"