Boyfriend is the ceiling of combat effectiveness

In the early morning of winter, even though Lin Ji woke up naturally and opened his eyes, he couldn't break free from the warm blanket immediately.

As a repeat student contestant who has skipped morning self-study for many years, his alarm clock has always been set at a quarter past seven, and it is not yet time.

After hugging the soft quilt for a while, he kicked away the "ex-lover" as if he had made up his mind to break up, and rolled out of the bed with his long bare legs.

Getting ready to go to the bathroom, holding the handle, just opened the door a little way, and saw a bare foot protruding from the partition curtain on the floor of the living room through the narrow gap, and immediately scared away the drowsiness.

Damn, Lin Ji closed the door with a bang, almost forgetting that there was someone outside.

wear pants wear pants...

While muttering this sentence in his heart, he hurriedly went to the bedside table, grabbed the trousers from the day before and put them on.

After tidying up her clothes, she carefully opened the door again and looked into the living room.Although the door was closed subconsciously and made a loud noise just now, the people in the living room did not seem to be awakened by it, and even the foot that crossed the boundary was still stretched out in place.

Ming Han's complexion is not as pale as Lin Ji's, but a healthy wheat color on top of the standard Asian light complexion.

His ankles are slender, and his feet are small, but he doesn't feel weak, but rather lean and muscular.It reminded Lin Ji of the dawn when he picked up shells, and when he held his ankle, it felt a little bit painful.

Unknowingly, he stared at the boy's feet for half a minute. It was a bit shameful to say it. Lin Ji just wanted to walk over, but he became interested in the sleeping position of the man.

In my impression, yesterday's floor mat was placed horizontally, so what kind of posture can he stretch his feet here?

Well, I just swore yesterday that I don't have the habit of peeping, so I want to lift the curtain of other people's bed so soon.

When a certain person was doubting himself, the foot under the partition curtain suddenly retracted, and the curtain swayed slightly during the movement, opening a gap in the direction of Lin Ji, just enough to see the sleeping person inside.

He didn't have any strange postures, he just wrapped himself in a quilt into a bloated ball, curled up on the mat like a silkworm chrysalis.The hairstyle is also messy, and the bangs are completely pulled aside, revealing a slightly bulging forehead.

Although the overall appearance is still there, but compared with the usual serious appearance, it is indeed a lot more stupid.

Lin Ji couldn't hold back for a while, took off his slippers and stepped on the mat with bare feet, squatting lightly beside him, wanting to take a photo with his mobile phone as a souvenir.

Especially those two bangs are too photogenic.

Just as I was holding up my phone and was about to turn on the camera for a close-up, a Japanese song with a strong rhythm came from the speaker.Without any precautions, the person holding the mobile phone and the "silkworm chrysalis" lying on the ground were all frightened.

Lin Ji was stunned for a second before realizing that it was his own alarm that rang, and sure enough, the display on the phone screen was: 7:15.

There was a very irritated deep breath coming from his ear, Lin Ji still maintained the movement of raising his mobile phone to take pictures, but the eyes of the people in the camera were extremely complicated, and all kinds of negative emotions were piled up together.

Recalling those scenes of waking up to fame, Lin Ji only had three words left in his mind.

I'm gone.

"..."

The air was silent for three seconds. Lin Ji understood that this should be the calm before the storm, but in Ming Han's eyes, it was just a burst of daily confusion before waking up.

Minghan calmed down the frightened emotions just now, stretched his legs under the quilt, and just lying on his back, glanced at the person who was still squatting above his head with his mobile phone, and reached out his hand in the corner of his eye in an extremely cooperative manner. , but his tone was deep and cold.

"Get up quickly after shooting."

"..."

Long after brushing his teeth and washing his face, Ming Han was still ringing in his ears because of the wake-up alarm. While rubbing and pressing to relieve it, he commented on Lin Ji who had long been used to it: "You are really kind to yourself." Hard enough."

"What?" The sound of running water in the bathroom was a bit loud, and Lin Ji couldn't hear it clearly.

"I said," Ming Han sneered, "what do you usually eat for breakfast?"

"Whatever, there are quick-frozen noodles, dumplings, custard buns and so on in the refrigerator, watch them cook." Lin Ji wiped his face with a bath towel, and then connected the plug of the hair dryer.

"Then I'll order instant noodles, do you want sausage or chicken..."

The whining wind pipe completely isolated his words in another world.

Ming Han didn't ask any more questions, and directly took the bone soup noodles on the shelf in the dining room to cook. While boiling water in the kitchen, he accidentally noticed the cutlery rack on the side.

I don't know when, there was a new pair of black chopsticks there.

After breakfast, the two went to school together, and it was nearly eight o'clock when they entered the classroom of Class [-].

Normally, at this time, the students should be sitting in their respective seats and preparing for the first class, but this time the classroom is still a bit chaotic, and there are even several empty seats.

Lin Ji followed Ming Han into the back seat, and pushed Zhao Zilu who was resting on the table, "What's the situation?"

Xiaolu snorted lazily, "Ah, just now the radio called all the teachers for a temporary meeting. The first Chinese class and the eighth self-study class have been switched."

Lin Ji let out an "oh", that was just a good time to catch up on the unfinished homework yesterday.When he was about to bend over to pick up the book, he saw Xiaolu's increasingly lethargic appearance, and couldn't help but tease him: "Why are you so unlovable when you come here so early in the morning?"

"The morning is the most frustrating, isn't it? It takes hours after one session." Xiaolu sighed sadly.

According to the curriculum of No. [-] High School, all the special students have to listen to the culture class in the class in the morning, and then they can participate in their art studies in the afternoon.

Now Xiaolu really misses the smell of paint and ink in the studio.Of course, those are not the key points, and the more attractive ones are those little girls who are full of literature and art.

Gu Hongyi on the other side was fiddling with his newly bought sandbags for legs, which were heavier than the previous two pairs, but to him, it seemed to be a happy feeling.

Glancing at Zhao Zilu during the movement, he saw the words "I don't want to die and I don't want to live" from his face, and spoke to him in a puzzled tone: "What are you doing in the studio these afternoons, kid? What are my shoes? When can I draw it?"

A while ago, this campus idol who has always been of the opposite sex and inhumane suddenly realized his conscience. He asked the shoe size of the brotherhood all over and said that he was going to hand-paint a whole set of graffiti cloth shoes, but it has been a long time, and there seems to be no follow-up.

Zhao Zilu narrowed his eyes, "Come on, if there is no girl who invites me to dinner in the afternoon, it will be almost the evening. If there is, then just wait."

"..." Ban Ba, surnamed Gu, was about to pick up his collar when he lazily moved to the other side to talk to Lin Ji.

"Brother, but I've already drawn your pair, and I don't know if it's different from the image you want. I'll show it to you later."

"Okay, thanks." Lin Ji responded with a smile, and looked up at the timetable copied on the edge of the blackboard. Boss Guan's class was in the third quarter in the morning, and there was still time to do the papers.

Turning his head to Ming Han, "At the same table, find out the math paper you did yesterday."

Ming Han found the paper he wanted from the hole in the table and handed it over, and then saw that the person next to him also took out the same paper, but his was blank, and he was filling in against his own.

Full score contestants blatantly copy homework?

When I looked carefully, I found that Lin Ji's writing speed was not fast. He seemed to be helping himself to check while solving the problem, and he also made a small mark in front of the problem number of the answer.

"You are the representative of the math class, why don't you do the math homework?" Ming Han frowned.

Lin Ji paused the movements of his hands, and suddenly smiled inexplicably, "Don't you know what I was doing last night?"

"..."

Xiaolu, who had already reclined back, straightened up from the table, and said with strange eyes: "No, the ordinary life of the two of you sounds a bit crazy."

Lin Ji just smiled, lowered his head and went on to "copy homework".

An electronic bell rang, and the voices of the students chatting and fighting gradually weakened, and soon they all entered the state of self-study.

It took Lin Ji just over half an hour to return Ming Han's paper. Seeing that he was doing reading comprehension seriously, he didn't bother him, just folded it and put it on the corner of his desk.

After the self-study class ended, the surrounding area started to be noisy again. A group of students with good grades gathered around a table in the back of the classroom to study a problem on a paper.

Bai Tingting, who was sitting next to her in the front row chair, suddenly turned around and took the math homework from Ming Han's desk, "Ming Han, let me see your answer."

"En." The person behind didn't look up, only a deep reply.

Bai Tingting opened the test paper and glanced at it briefly, before arguing with the other students, "Minghan also chose B for this question, and now we are leading by 4:3."

"He chose A." A male student who stepped forward to confirm the answer made a rebuttal, pointing out with his finger the inconspicuous trace drawn with a pencil on Ming Han's paper.

"Ah?" Bai Tingting lowered her head in surprise, "It's really A. So...is this 3:3:1?"

"But Minghan, why did you choose A for this question?" Everyone was puzzled and then turned the focus of the debate from C and D just now to option A.

A certain person was speechless, and the pencil marks were all marked by Lin Ji during the inspection. Who knows why he chose A?

"Let me take a look." Taking back her own paper from Bai Tingting's hand, she lowered her head and looked down at the controversial question.

After careful study, it was discovered that Lin Ji had left traces of solving the problem on the original stem.According to the efficiency of that person's "three-eyed problem solving" yesterday, these were unnecessary, but he marked them on purpose.

Not only this question, but also behind every question he corrected.

Although some of them are just a few strokes, they seem to be the reference answers exclusive to Ming Han, and they are based on his understanding.

For example, the half diagram of the first question can not only feel the casualness of the annotated person, but also guide the person just right.

Following the train of thought, Minghan actually calculated the result of option A by accident?

He took a piece of white paper and did it again. By the way, he showed the calculation to the students in the front row. Just halfway through, an arm was naturally placed on his shoulder.

Turning his head over, he realized that his deskmate had also come over at some point, and was hugging himself and leaning against the wooden bench. Ming Han stopped his voice for a moment and did not continue.

The students who were listening to the question quietly looked up in doubt, Lin Ji looked sideways as if nothing had happened, tapped his fingers on the person's shoulder, and urged softly: "Go on."

Ming Han glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and found that he seemed to be really listening to the lecture seriously, so he could only write and calculate on the white paper again.

Soon, many students surrounded the last row. At this moment, the best halo in the audience seemed to fall on the speaker.

And the real boss behind him just put one hand on the shoulder of the tablemate, listening quietly like everyone else, leaving shallow and regular breathing in Ming Han's ears.

This made the MVP himself inexplicably give birth to a strange feeling of "a fox pretending to be a tiger".

One lecture followed another, and the students around kept raising new doubts, some of which even Ming Han himself didn't quite understand before, but at this moment, they all suddenly understood.

Lin Ji just smiled silently, and looked at the person under his arms with the eyes of an old father, with words written all over his face: My son is promising.

Until the last finale, Ming Han still felt that there was something wrong after counting twice, subconsciously glanced at the illustration drawn with a pencil next to the question, and was startled.

This is... what the hell? !

Before he had time to react, the pen in his hand was suddenly gently taken away.

"I will answer this question. Give me a chance to show it off." Lin Ji turned over the straw paper and re-wrote the formula on it, calculating step by step.

His voice was originally gentle, and it was even more itchy when he explained in a soft voice.Ming Han unconsciously turned his head to the side, but before he could see the side face, he felt someone pinch his chin and abruptly turned his gaze back.

There are four words softly in the ear: "Show me the question."

Several controversial questions on the entire paper have been passed, and the students who were watching gradually dispersed, leaving only the continuous sound of thanks.

"Thank you Minghan!"

"Thank you, senior!"

Lin Ji just nodded and said nothing else. He raised his eyebrows and smiled when he turned his head to look at Minghan. He picked up the paper again and pointed at the "illustration" drawn next to the last question with his fingertips. Zuo asked strangely, "Is this going to be incomprehensible?"

"..."

No matter how gentle his tone was, Ming Han could only hear a strong sense of sarcasm.Because the small picture is the hand movement when I break my knuckles.

Although the lines are scribbled, it is still possible to clearly see which finger was broken, vividly expressing the difficulty of this question...

In the end, Ming Han only took a deep breath, chose to ignore that person's bad taste, and began to prepare the test papers and textbooks needed for the next class.

After a while, there was a request from the tablemate in my ear: "Please settle my appearance fee."

"..." Ming Han turned his head to go over, just in time to meet his clear eyes.

"WeChat transfer or cash payment?" Lin Ji naturally offered options.

"Fish-flavored eggplant or sweet and sour pork ribs?" Ming Han pursed his lips and asked back.

Lin Ji was slightly taken aback, and then his smile became brighter, "It's all good, I don't choose."