Walk with Light

You said that you went out to play games over the wall. I still believe it. Looking at this new transfer student, Lao Chen's impression of the current child has changed a little.There is no lie that you can't tell. Lao Chen stepped down from the podium, handed the test paper to Li Jinghe, cast his kind eyes on him through the mirror, and praised him with a seasoned way: "The Chinese score is good, except for the composition."

Li Jinghe took the test paper with both hands, looked at the bright red score of 132, and jumped over the wall to snatch the popular composition book, but it still didn't come in handy, and he didn't know whether it was his problem or the book's problem.

Bored, Jiang Zhao counted the classmates whose names Lao Chen had read, and it was his turn after counting thirty.

"Jiang Zhao, 101." Old Chen Mie gave Jiang Zhao a sideways look, with a stern expression on his wrinkled face. He didn't want to criticize the students in public, so he wanted to talk to Jiang Zhao in private.

Although Jiang Zhao chose liberal arts, he was surprisingly poor in the three subjects of Chinese, English and Politics, and he did not fall behind if he had a touch of science logic.Old Chen Gaoyi found out that Jiang Zhao had a problem with his studies. He had asked Jiang Zhao before if he wanted to transfer to science. At that time, it was still possible, but Jiang Zhao refused without hesitation.

Lao Chen was puzzled, how can a person with good logic be poor in learning?Could it be that you are lazy and don't want to memorize things?

Jiang Zhao got up, he was stretching his pants, the baggy school uniform trousers were empty, when he lifted his legs, the trousers stuck up, wrapping his slender and straight legs, exuding vitality.

He was so guilty that he took the test paper because he was afraid that Lao Chen would talk about him.As soon as Lao Chen opened his mouth, the mosquitoes in a radius of ten li had to be silent.It is estimated that older people love to chatter, Jiang Zhao murmured in his heart.

"Can you move this 1 to the front, huh? It's 101 every time. If I didn't know your level, I would have thought you were talented. Why are you so accurate every time you get stuck? Did you do it on purpose? Is it that difficult to take the 110 exam?" Seeing Jiang Zhao's disapproving expression, Lao Chen's long-planned thought of asking him after class to talk to him disappeared in an instant, which was really annoying!

Jiang Zhao dusted off the test paper, rolled his round eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and said deliberately against Old Chen: "Teacher, you corrected this test paper. Look at how much points you give me for your composition, and I don't care about it." As for getting 101 every time, it's not all thanks to you..."

"Go back to your seat, there are so many nonsense." Lao Chen interrupted Jiang Zhao in disgust, not willing to argue with him in class, and drove him back with a slap and a curse.

Jiang Zhao had a smile on his face. On the way back, Xia Feng passed through the book window and skipped the corner of his white clothes, faintly outlining his thin waistline.

This year's class should also be decided, and several female students who caught a glimpse of this scene bit their ears.

The afternoon passed quickly, and after writing two sets of scrolls to correct mistakes, it was 05:30 in a blink of an eye.When the sleepy students hear the bell for the end of get out of class, they feel like they have been beaten with chicken blood.

Jiang Zhao put down the pen, neatly put the pen into the pen holder, then took out the shoulder bag and put it on, put the mobile phone in his pocket, and was ready to leave the school gate.

Zhao Yu was stuck in the last row with his rice bowl in his hand, and asked him puzzled, "Brother, don't you eat?"

Jiang Zhao raised his thick eyebrows, and whistled fluently at Zhao Yu, the clear and crisp whistling weaving through the hustle and bustle, uniquely unrestrained.He patted Zhao Yu's shoulder, and the old god said, "Brother, go and bring you something different to eat, and wait for me to come back."

"Hey?" Before Zhao Yu finished speaking, Jiang Zhao just left behind and walked away without looking back.He also wanted to ask Jiang Zhao if something happened at home because he asked for leave in such a hurry this morning and his face was so ugly.He didn't want Jiang Zhao to come back in the afternoon and act like nothing happened. He knew the situation in Jiang Zhao's house, so he had reason to suspect that Jiang Zhao might have walked out of the book How Steel Was Tempered...Steel.

Jiang Zhao didn't want to delay the evening self-study, so he walked faster, and was stopped by the guard when he reached the school gate. "Classmates, it is forbidden to go out during school hours."

Jiang Zhao took out his imitated old Chen's handwriting from the bag with a natural expression, and said with an excuse: "I'll go to the door to see a doctor, my class teacher approved it, and I'll go back later."

The guard looked at the leave note, glanced at it twice, and let the person out.It's not for anything else, but Jiang Zhao has imitated Lao Chen's signature so superbly that he can't see any mistakes even if he looks closely.

Craftsman Jiang Zhao stepped out of the school gate, took a taxi, and went to a nearby bakery.

It is less than two kilometers from the school to the bakery. It is a well-known pastry shop. Cheng Xueqing especially likes to eat their snowflake cakes. Jiang Zhao will bring them to her when she is free.

The wind chime rang, the glass door was pushed open, and Jiang Zhao walked towards the counter.He is already a regular customer here, and the boss greeted him warmly when he saw him: "Come on, what are you eating today?"

"Uncle, please bring me eight red velvet cakes, as long as you want an eight-inch one." Jiang Zhao bowed his waist and looked at the cakes inside through the warm yellow window. He actually doesn't like cakes, not because they are too greasy. It's because no one eats with him.Cheng Xueqing's teeth are bad, and she can't eat too sweet food. If she doesn't eat it, it's not interesting for Jiang Zhao to eat it alone.

His eyes wandered on the brightly colored cake, and when he saw a small cake covered with mangoes and strawberries, Jiang Zhao stuck out his index finger, poked the white fingertips against the window, and said in a brisk tone: "Uncle, Help me pack this too."

"Okay." The boss gave Jiang Zhao an extra [-] points so that he could buy the cake next time.

Before Jiang Zhao went back to school, he called Zhao Yu and asked him to come down and help him carry things together. Zhao Yu put down the exercises in his hand and ran to the door, and saw Jiang Zhao carrying a few big plastic bags, which looked like black garbage collector.

"Didn't you go to the garbage dump to pick up food for me?" Zhao Yu took the two bags in shock, and poked his head in with disbelief. A sweet smell of cake came over his face, and he swallowed Drooling, he asked in a low voice, "How much did you spend?"

Jiang Zhao gave him a mysterious smile, and took the cake back without explaining too much.

On the birthday of the birthday boy, the whole class has a cake to eat, but Li Jinghe doesn't.He calmly glanced at the classmates who were mingled together, and there was not a single crack on his wooden face.He took out the Composition Collection indifferently, and opened the first page. As soon as he read the essay, a piece of fruit cake was stuffed in front of his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhao puzzled, his throat was throbbing, and before he could speak, Jiang Zhao spoke first:

"Send it to you. I'm so happy with my birthday man. I'll be more generous and share with you a wish. I wish you a speedy recovery."

As twilight fell, the window was covered with blue. Across the wall, the room was bright like a mirror, reflecting those dark eyes, as if it could peek into people's hearts.

Jiang Zhao was taken aback by Li Jinghe's look, and with this look again, people couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

"Thanks."