The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

It was already afternoon when Ji Jie's fever subsided completely.

Opening his eyes, a piece of white came into view, with his right hand resting on his forehead, Ji Jue's brain went blank for a while.

He remembered that he seemed to faint. Sang Jingming brought him to the infirmary?

Sitting up with his arms propped up on the bed, Ji Ju saw the medical tape on the back of his right hand.

It seems that he has gone down the fever.

Lifting the quilt to get out of bed, Sang Jingming came back.

Seeing Ji Yu who had awakened, he was obviously stunned.

The tense strings in my heart finally relaxed for a moment, replaced by thick anger.

Throwing the towel in his hand on the shelf, he said angrily: "How is it now? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Taking a peek at the person, Ji Ju shook his head obediently.

Then he said, "It's okay, I don't feel bad anymore."

"Then go back to class."

"Oh."

Ji Jie got out of bed, put on his shoes, and followed Sang Jingming out.

The infirmary is independent from the teaching building and connected to the small supermarket on campus.

After going out, Ji Yu unconsciously looked at the supermarket.

Because he looked so seriously, he didn't even know that Sang Jingming had gone far away.

Ever since Ji Ju woke up, Sang Jingming was suffocating.

Angry at him, but also at myself.

After walking a few steps away, he belatedly realized that Ji Yu hadn't followed.

Looking back, I saw Ji Ju standing at the door of the supermarket and not leaving.

The pretty brows were slightly frowned, Sang Jingming stood for a while, and found that Ji Ju had no intention of following.

So he walked back.

"What do you want to buy?"

Sang Jingming's voice suddenly sounded behind him, pulling back Ji Yu's thoughts.

Quietly observing the other party's expression, Ji Ju was very smart and didn't speak.

He shook his head and said, "Don't eat, let's go."

He had just taken two steps, and when he passed by his side, Sang Jingming grabbed his arm again.

"Just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll buy it for you."

Ji Ju hesitated, blinked his eyes a few times, and then asked: "Really?"

Glancing at him, Sang Jingming asked back, "Do you think I'll lie to you?"

"Then, let's go in and see?"

"Let's go."

Just after Ji Jie's fever subsides, he is much more energetic than in the morning.

Maybe it was a drip problem, Ji Ju always felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

So the first thing he bought in the supermarket was lollipops.

Then I bought something to replenish energy before I finished.

When it was finally time to check out, Sang Jingming took out his phone and settled the bill.

Carrying a bag of snacks and humming a song, Ji Yu ran upstairs step by step.

Sang Jingming followed behind, watching his back tenderly.

Anyway, he was fine after all.

With a barely audible sigh, Sang Jingming cursed himself inwardly.

He was obviously ready to reprimand Ji Yu, but in the end he bought him some snacks out of nowhere!

So angry!

But Ji Ju, who was walking in front, obviously couldn't notice these emotions of Sang Jingming, because he was very happy now.

There is happiness with snacks.

Carrying the snack bag up to the third floor, because the footsteps were too brisk, when going up the stairs at the corner, he bumped into someone.

Because he was stepping on the stairs to go up, but the person on the other side was standing on the flat ground.

Ji Ju took a few steps back and bumped into Sang Jingming's arms.

Putting his hands on his waist, Ji Yu barely stabilized his body.

Frowning and looking at the person who came, his face collapsed.

Jiang Fan did see him.

It's just that he is a bit weird today, he didn't start arguing, his eyes fell on Ji Yu and Sang Jingming behind him, his expression was slightly weird and contemptuous.

"What kind of eyes do you have!?"

Ji Yu got angry, and walked up two steps, almost level with Jiang Fan.

Rolling his eyes, Jiang Fan leaned forward and whispered in Ji Ju's ear, "I didn't expect you to be so vicious."

The good-looking brows frowned into the shape of "Chuan", and Ji Ju stretched out his hand to push him.

Unhappy, he said, "Are you sick? You are the one who is disgusting."

"Ah."

With a sneer, Jiang Fan didn't continue to entangle with them.

Playful eyes fell on Sang Jingming, who was silent behind him. He didn't say anything, he smiled, turned around and left.

Ji Yu stood where he was and watched him leave.

After he walked into the men's room, he cursed "I'm sick" in a low voice.

He had nothing to worry about, and quickly entered Class Eight.

But Sang Jingming, who was down a few steps, looked unhappy.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he stared at the door of the men's room, feeling a bad premonition welling up in his heart.

That night, Ji Ju went back to the dormitory with his math homework.

He doesn't like to do math homework in the evening self-study, mainly because the math homework is too waste of his time, and it takes a long time to finish writing a paper.

So he will always write his favorite English first.

Putting the math book on the table, Ji Ju subconsciously asked Sang Jingming for help: "Sang Jingming, I'm going to write a math paper."

"En." Sang Jingming responded casually.

There was some doubt in his heart, but Ji Yu didn't show it.

After deliberating for a moment, he still sat down to write the paper.

Sang Jingming sat on the chair with his arms folded, his mind full of thoughts.

What did Jiang Fan's eyes mean before he left today?

Did he know something?

Uneasiness welled up in his heart, and Sang Jingming felt a little confused.

"Sang Jingming? Sang Jingming."

"Ok?"

Holding the pen in his right hand, Ji Yu said, "I don't know how to do this question."

"Let me see."

Standing up behind him, Sang Jingming temporarily put his mind on the math problem.

After a brief glance, he quickly gave the answer: "C"

"why?"

"The algorithm for this question should be like this... Do you understand?"

Ji Ju nodded half-understood, laughed out loud, and said, "Sang Jingming, you are really good. It will be great when I can be as good at math as you are."

"As long as you want to learn, you can." Sang Jingming encouraged him, "You are very smart."

Eyes widened slightly, Ji Ju's expression was disbelieving: "Really?"

"real."

His words gave Ji Ju great encouragement, and with a raised chin, Ji Ju said: "Sang Jingming, I have decided, I will study mathematics hard! Let everyone look at me with admiration! Especially the math teacher!"

"it is good."

The corners of his lips raised, Ji Yu smiled and said: "Then you have to be careful, be careful that I will surpass you someday."

"Want to surpass me? Then you must pass the math first."

"roll."

"Let's do the paper well."

After rubbing Ji Yu's head, Sang Jingming's eyes were extremely soft.

Ji Ju thought that the illness was over, but in class the next day, the math teacher targeted them even more.

The mathematics teacher's full name is Song Zhibang, and he is a middle-aged teacher in his 40s.

He is middle-aged and bald, and wears black-rimmed glasses all the year round. His beady eyes monitor the movements of the whole class. Anyone who is lagging behind in grades will definitely be taught by him.

And among these educated people, there is Ji Ji.

I don't know if Ji Ju was ill that day, Sang Jingming sent someone to the infirmary and didn't come back to class, which angered him, and Song Zhibang's supervision of Ji Ju became stricter.

"Ji Ji, answer this question for me."

"..."

"Isn't it? The students next to me don't talk!"

Ji Ji has been targeted for almost three days, he would be too stupid if he still doesn't understand what a math teacher means.

At the beginning, Song Zhibang would scold him when the classmates around him helped him.

Those students didn't care much about these things, and they still dared to help him next time.

But Ji Yu deserved it.

The rebellion in his heart was aroused at once, as if he was against Song Zhibang, Ji Ju admitted decisively: "I don't know how to do this question."

"Isn't it? Then stand and listen!"

Ji Ju didn't care, he leaned against the wall and stood there.

"Don't lean against the wall! You don't have any bones!"

Just as he stood firm, Song Zhibang's voice came again.

The knuckles holding the paper were bluish-white, and he bit his occlusal muscles a few times, and Ji Yu really stood up obediently.

Song Zhibang looked worried, apparently he didn't expect Ji Yu to be so obedient.

The anger in his heart subsided a little, and he went back to continue his lecture.

Sang Jingming sat beside him, frowning and watching everything.

He was about to stand up to accompany Ji Ju, but Ji Ju pressed him back hard.

Shaking his head at him, Ji Ju signaled him not to move.

Clenching his palms into fists, Sang Jingming's eyes were full of hatred.

After class, Ji Ju finally sat down.

"This old ghost Song is out of his mind? It's been a few days, and he still targets you like this!"

Xu Wang came from the back row cursing loudly.

"Old Ghost Song" is Xu Wang's nickname for Song Zhibang, because he is too bad, like a ghost, hence the name.

Shaking his head, Ji Ju comforted him in a low voice: "I'm not even angry, why are you angry?"

"But your paper is all wrinkled." Xu Wang said.

When his body froze, Ji Ju was pierced face to face.

Sighing lightly, he said: "I'm very angry, but what can I do? If you have a big fight with him, the worst result is to drive the teacher away. Do the classmates still have to go to class?"

Xu Wang opened and closed his lips several times, but Xu Wang didn't say anything.

After a long time, he seemed to think of something: "By the way, Brother Ji. Song Zhibang will go back to the elite class to teach in the second half of his third year of high school. As long as you don't go to the elite class, we can change teachers."

Sang Jingming paused.

Turning his head slightly, his eyes finally fell on Xu Wang.

"What did you say?"

Xu Wang obviously didn't notice his abnormality, and repeated what he said just now: "Song Zhibang is a math teacher in the elite class. I heard the teachers say it in the office a few days ago."

"Brother Ji, as long as you don't get into the top 30, it's fine."

"I always feel that Song Zhibang has something to do with Brother Ji's failure to improve his high school math grades. Who can stand his teaching methods!"

"Praise those who are good at mathematics, and keep attacking those who are not good at mathematics."

"We don't get good grades, but we can learn."

"Whoever is like him will directly deny us and not give us a chance."

Xu Wang chattered on and on, but Ji Ju didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.

But one thing is certain—

One day when Song Zhibang is around, Ji Yu will be suppressed for one day.

Originally, he didn't like mathematics enough, but now he finally gave birth to some thoughts about learning mathematics.

It will be ruined by Song Zhibang again.

Xu Wang stared at Ji Yu, and for the first time he felt that Ji Ge was really pitiful.

His eyes were suddenly a little sore, and Xu Wang didn't know why he felt uncomfortable.

After blinking hard several times, he said, "Brother Ji, I'm going back first."

After returning to his seat, Xu Wang didn't say a word.

Seeing that he was not in the right state, Xi put down his pen and came over: "What's wrong with you?"

Sniffing, Xu Wang looked up at him.

For a moment, Xi Jian was stunned.

Xu Wang's eyes and nose were red, but he still sucked his nose tenaciously, trying his best not to let his tears fall.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

"Well……"

Throwing into Xi Jian's arms, Xu Wang held his arms with both hands, leaning his upper body towards Xi Jian.

Although he didn't know what happened, Xi Jian still hugged him very gently.

Patting his back with warm and dry palms, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xu Wang didn't speak, just shook his head.

The furry head rubbed back and forth on Xi Jian's arm, like a small animal.

Xi Jian couldn't hold back and laughed.

Who knew, the person who dropped the golden bean suddenly looked up.

Sobbing softly, he asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"No."

Puckering his mouth, Xu Wang said, "Are you laughing at me?"

There was a long tear stain on the white cheek, Xu Wang's eyelashes were wet, and after blinking a few times, another tear fell down.

This look is as pitiful as it needs to be.

Sighing softly, Xi Jian took out a tissue to wipe his tears.

Xu Wang didn't move, and obediently let him wipe.

When the tears on his face were almost treated, he asked: "What's the matter? Why are you so uncomfortable?"

"I don't feel bad."

"Ok?"

After sobbing a few times, he said, "I feel bad for Brother Ji."

"he?"

"You said that Brother Ji is good in several other subjects, only mathematics is not good. He didn't deliberately study mathematics well. Why does Old Ghost Song have such a big opinion on him? No one is perfect, doesn't he understand this truth? ?”

Xu Wang finished speaking while sobbing.

"So I feel that Ji Ge is so pitiful."

Xi Jian: "Maybe the math teacher is a perfectionist? After all, every teacher hopes that his students or the subjects he teaches will get better grades."

"But Brother Ji is just bad at math!" Xu Wang said.

Just about to say something comforting, I only heard Xu Wangyouyou say:

"Fortunately, I'm not good in every subject. The math teacher couldn't find me even if he wanted to find fault."

Xi Jian: "..."

Suddenly there is no desire to comfort you.

But no matter how uncomfortable Ji Ju is, he still has to go to class.

Fortunately, Ji Ji endured it all the time and didn't quarrel with the math teacher. Gradually, Song Zhibang lost interest, and continued to let him go, and the attention was much less.

Soon, Xu Wang's birthday came.

His birthday is 11.11, which is Singles' Day.

Double Eleven happened to be Friday, so Ji Ju prepared gifts for Xu Wang several days in advance.

Before going to bed at night, Ji Ju asked Sang Jingming to discuss the birthday with him.

"Xu Wang's birthday is coming, what kind of birthday gift do you think I should give?"

At that time, Sang Jingming was changing his pajamas. Hearing this, he stopped buttoning his hands, closed the cabinet door, and asked, "What do you want to give?"

Scratching his head, Ji Yu's expression was obviously a bit embarrassed: "Actually, I don't know what to buy. Xu Wang seems to have no other interests besides eating."

Sang Jingming: "...you are right."

Ji Ji: "..."

I need you to give me an advice, not go along with me.

Perhaps realizing that he had said something wrong, Sang Jingming immediately made up for it: "Actually, I don't know what he needs, why don't we just buy a few gift packs of snacks he likes to eat."

After thinking about it for a moment, Ji Ju went to search for it on a certain treasure.

"Okay, let me see."

11.11 is coming soon, and Ji Ju is watching the zero o'clock to send blessings to Xu Wang.

At that time, bedroom 306.

Xu Wang leaned on his husky plush toy, with his feet stretched out, resting on the railing, his white feet dangling on it.

It was already 00:00, but Xu Wang didn't feel sleepy at all.

Xi Jian didn't sleep, and said "Happy Birthday" to him as soon as he arrived at 00:00.

Xu Wang said thank you, and said nothing more.

Holding his mobile phone and dried mango in his left hand, he was rushing to buy snacks on a certain treasure.

Angrily biting the dried mango, Xu Wang said, "I'm so mad!"

Xu Wang complained to Xi Jian: "Why are other people's birthdays so normal! My birthday has to be 11.11, Singles' Day, does this imply that I am destined to be lonely?!" So angry!"

Xi Jian sat on the bed with his arms propped up, comforting him: "You can also understand it as Double Eleven Shopping Festival."

"Correct!"

Xu Wang nodded in agreement: "I want to shop!"

While he was busy shopping, Xi Jian quietly got out of bed.

Lighting the flashlight, he unknowingly took out a bag from the cabinet.

After hesitating for a moment, he still handed the things to Xu Wang.

Xu Wang was shopping when a transparent bag was handed to him.

"This is……"

"I bought it for you as a birthday present." Xi Jian looked away and said after deliberation, "You said before that you wanted a hoodie with a husky printed on the chest, so I bought it for you. But mine is very cheap. dislike."

Looking at the person under the bed, Xu Wang said he was lying if he wasn't shocked.

He did say before that he wanted a sweater with a husky printed on the chest, but he said it casually, but Xi Jian remembered it in his heart.

I can't tell how I feel.

But Xu Wang felt his nose was a little sour.

After standing on the ground for a long time, Xi Jian held up the sweater, his hands were a little sore.

Glancing at the person who was still in a daze, he hesitated and asked, "You, don't you like it?"

"No, I like it."

Xu Wang climbed down from the bed, stood in front of Xi, and took the bag.

Then he said, "I'll show you how to wear it now."

Immediately afterwards, he took off his pajamas in front of Xi Jian.

Xi Jian held a flashlight in his hand, but this time he didn't put it down, nor did he hold it up.

Taking out the clothes and finding the front, Xu Wang put the clothes on directly.

He undressed at the meeting, open and aboveboard, without the slightest twitch.

Xu Wang's skin is fair, creamy white, and it seems to glow when the phone light shines on him.Different from those tall boys, Xu Wang's frame is smaller and looks very delicate.

He is obviously a thin figure, but the two small dots on his chest are extremely full~full.

Xi Jian looked away, but was called back by Xu Wang.

"See you, Xi, does it look good?"

With just one glance, Xi Jian looked away in disappointment.

But Xu Wang didn't know, so he came up, the milk-scented shower gel clenched his nostrils tightly, and Xu Wang was still dangling in front of him.

He kept asking, "Xi Jian, look at me."

"See you, do I look good in this dress?"

Clenching his teeth slightly, Xi Jian found that his body responded unexpectedly.