But he calls me baby [campus]

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In early May, the temperature in Beicheng gradually rose, and the street trees lined up on the campus of No. [-] Middle School swayed in the slightly drunk morning breeze.

The sun outside the window ironed the post, and the cicada neighed.A Chinese classroom in the second grade on the third floor of the high school building has always been more lively than other classrooms.

"Class representative, class representative, how do you write the conception question of the ancient poem?"

"Thank you, Goddess, for borrowing me to copy."

"Damn, Mu Yangcheng, why do you take your homework so far away! Do you understand first come first come first?"

A soft female voice interspersed with the chaotic and noisy male voices: "Does Qi Sibai need it? Why don't you...ask him?"

As soon as these words came out, a few girls at the side took advantage of the opportunity to sneak a glance at the boy who was staring out the window in a daze in the corner of the classroom.

The boy's school uniform jacket was draped over the back of the chair, and he was wearing a pure white loose T-shirt. His long legs, which had no place to rest, were slightly bent and spread under the desk.He turned his face sideways, and the pale golden sunlight shone through the window glass and hit his straight nose bridge, making him look lazy and cold.

Hearing the noise from the other side of the classroom, he just turned his head when he saw his deskmate Muyang Chengle sitting back in his seat, and raised his copied Chinese essay at him, "Qi Shen, you finished your homework. ?”

Qi Sibai returned to his senses, bent the corners of his mouth, and said confidently: "I just wrote one, let's hand it over."

He took off his thin-rimmed glasses, rubbed his dry eyes, and his demeanor instantly changed from a gentle scumbag senior to the one who had topped the Ninth High School Grass selection list every year——

Sunny, energetic, and a little handsome.The youthful look in his eyebrows made Mu Yang Cheng feel his eyes brighten even a straight man.

"...As expected of you, you never finished your homework."

Mu Yangcheng glanced at the ghost-like scratch paper on Qi Sibai's desk and the bald math problems on the screen of his mobile phone, and shouted at the girl who was still looking over here: "No need, let's play the contest with Qi Shen." What about the question?"

Although it was recess, half of the class was there, and the girl's face suddenly turned red.

Qi Sibai glanced at Mu Yangcheng, looked over, smiled at the girl, and said thank you.

The boy's voice was neither soft nor heavy, a little hoarse, but nice.

The girl blushed even more, she nodded shyly at Qi Sibai, then turned to snatch the papers from the boys.

"Tsk tut tut tut."

Mu Yangcheng is worrisomely dull in some aspects, and very clever in others, "Don't talk about flirting, young master, do you know how many people have complained about your affectionate eyes in the Nine High School Post Bar? The reason for rejecting people is to study hard—"

Qi Sibai buried his head in entanglement with the topic of the contest that had stuck him all morning, and he answered one after another: "Yeah, I'm so tired from studying, I don't have the strength to fall in love."

Mu Yangcheng: "?"

He stared at Qi Sibai speechlessly, and said in his heart that I believed your nonsense.

As far as Qi Sibai is concerned, he is indeed a god in the Ninth High School.Since participating in the mathematics competition in the third year of junior high school, the awards have been won all the way.

After the National League in September last year, he even got the admission test quota for top2 colleges and universities, and got a [-]-point drop in the college entrance examination as soon as he entered the second grade.

For the students in the competition class, getting a score reduction of 2 to [-] is basically equivalent to getting the qualification for top[-] recommendation.

But if Qi Sibai studied hard, all the teachers in the second grade might burst into tears on the high school building——

Purely angry.

Bai Xia looks like a well-behaved and good student. Young Master Qi has fought and skipped classes and done everything. Whether he does homework or not depends entirely on his mood.

The results of all subjects can fluctuate in a Schrödinger style between the first and the hundredth in the grade, and the fragile hearts of the teachers are also fluctuating together.

Qi Sibai didn't notice Mu Yangcheng's accusing eyes, the question at hand made him a little irritable.

He kind of wanted to slip downstairs and play a game of ball, just to change his mood.

But I remembered that the Chinese teacher this semester was a young female teacher, and she was almost jealous of him skipping class at the beginning of the semester... Forget it, let's play with my mobile phone.

He opened Weibo and flipped through the unread private messages sent by fans in the past month.

Qi Sibai is the up owner of the study area at station B. When he is bored at home studying by himself, he will set up a camera on the side, euphemistically called live learning, chatting with the barrage by the way, and answering a few middle school math problems.

Fans kept urging him to show his face live, Qi Sibai didn't care, so he set the camera farther away.

In just a few months since then, his number of fans has soared from 50 at the beginning of the year to [-], and there are many funny and cute flirtations with fans and girls in private messages.

The class bell rang, and when the Chinese teacher stepped into the classroom with a stack of papers, Qi Sibai just opened a private message from two weeks ago.He looked at the chat interface with a little surprise - this was the first time the other party sent him a message and sent a voice message.

Qi Sibai had received rambling essays from fans, all kinds of emojis and emoticons, but he hadn't really received any audio.

Just three seconds.

Made a mistake?

He turned his head and wanted to ask Mu Yangcheng to return the earphones, but he heard a cadenced "I'll go" coming from beside him.

Suddenly, a mobile phone came to my eyes, and on the screen was a group chat called "Shujing Big Family", and the words "reliable" were jumping out one after another.

Qi Si Bai was amused: "What are you doing?"

Mu Yangcheng glanced at the teacher who was speaking ancient Chinese in front, and leaned closer to Qi Sibai: "A transfer student from our grade! He's in the building now, it's Jiang Yusheng from the school next door!"

Qi Sibai was stunned.

Mu Yangcheng thought that Qi Sibai had been a god for too long, and he didn't remember the other little guys.But this Jiang Yusheng is also a god.

"Just the one in Beicheng High School. From the first year of junior high school to the present, Jiang Yusheng has been ranked first in all subjects at the end of every midterm and semester!"

"Just like you the year before last, Jiang Yusheng was the only one in North City who won the first prize in the mathematics high school league in his first year of high school, and his total score was two points higher than yours! Not only our math competition group is talking, but the school post bar is also lively It exploded."

Qi Sibai originally wanted to ask, all right, what did Jiang Yusheng do when he transferred to Ninth Middle School from the top 2 attached middle school with a higher enrollment rate?

But hearing what Mu Yangcheng said, Qi Sibai smiled at him, causing Mu Yangcheng's back to shudder.

"In the last mock exam for the league, I was eighty higher than you; last time, I was seventy higher than you. Speaking of the high school competition the year before last," Qi Sibai paused, and asked seriously: "Do you remember?" How much did you score?"

Mu Yangcheng didn't react, and was even a little moved: "Hey, Bai, do you remember how many exams I took? I forgot myself."

"I don't remember the exact score, but I remember that you are lower than me... about a hundred points."

"??"

In an instant, Mu Yangcheng realized what it means to humiliate oneself, to be filled with grief and indignation, and to cry without tears.

Well, he forgot that although this master doesn't care about many things, he has such a strong desire to win and lose in the number competition.

Mu Yangcheng paused for a long while, and flexibly sent a message to Qi Sibai: [Qi God, I was wrong, 嘤QAQ]

Qi Sibai ignored him, took back his earphones from his desk pocket, and calmly opened the three-second voice in the private message.

Three seconds later, his hands trembled and he almost dropped his phone on the ground!

Qi Sibai blinked, and poked the small white voice bar again.

The content of the voice is very simple, very direct, and very inexplicable.

But when such an inexplicable sentence was read by the other party's indifferent, cold, magnetic low voice, he just felt... his ears softened, and his scalp felt a little numb.

Qi Sibai is a voice controller, and this person's voice...

It's his favorite type.

He clicked on the avatar of the other person's cat, entered the homepage, and found that this person turned out to be an ancient Internet singer with 85 fans.

Qi Sibai listened to a few songs posted by the other party on Weibo, there were fragmentary fragments, and there were serious pv releases marked with lyrics, music, arrangement and singing.

After half an hour.

He is a person who usually never adds the real contact information of his fans, but this time, for the first time, he left his WeChat account for the other party.

Seeing that he was wearing earphones and kept looking down at the phone, Mu Yangcheng couldn't help stretching his head over, "What are you looking at?"

Qi Sibai hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice to explain: "A fan sent me a private message, just one sentence—"

"Hi, do you want to add a WeChat account?"

"?? Is it so straightforward? Isn't it always hi when you strike up a conversation, should you chat, you are so handsome, etc... the little girls nowadays are too reckless, hahaha."

"..."

Qi Sibai was silent for a moment, and swallowed the sentence "it's a man".

10 minutes before the end of get out of class, the teacher finished the class and asked everyone to study by themselves.Qi Sibai talked to the teacher, then went out through the back door to get things from his locker in the corridor.

Ninth Middle School is different from other schools in that it implements shift system teaching, and it is the first middle school in Beicheng to carry out educational reform.

The shift system means that students do not have their own classes and classrooms, so the school has installed cabinets on both sides of the corridors of the teaching building, one for each student, and the door is opened by swiping the campus card.

Qi Sibai took out a book of three hundred Tang poems from the cabinet that he had just left for his reading homework. The phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated several times. group.

[I'll go, according to reliable sources, Jiang Shen is going to participate in the competition, and it's coming to our number competition]

[Suddenly remembered that Jiang Daxie got full marks in the math competition in Beicheng like Qi Shen in his third year of junior high school, and he also won the first class in the National High School League just like Qi Shen the year before, which is a few points higher than Qi Shen]

Qi Sibai couldn't hold back, and made a fuss: [Just two points higher. ]

The group became more lively in an instant.

[Bai, we can't compete for the first place in all subjects, but we still have to hold on to the number one position]

[Yeah, we have another mock exam this Saturday, bet on who do you think is number one]

[This is simply, without any suspense, the reputation of Qi Sibai in our Ninth High School is well-known in the entire North City, and the number of people who got a drop in grades in the first year of high school can be counted on one hand]

[That's not necessarily true, what if it's Jiang Shen]

[Jiang Yusheng didn't even get the third prize last year, right?]

[Good guys, you are too arrogant, my phone vibrated dozens of times in physics class, and the teacher kept glaring at me with the whites of his eyes]

Although Qi Sibai felt that betting in the group was quite boring, he still felt a sense of crisis that his status had been shaken all along, and he was a little unhappy.

Chen Lao, who taught them to compete, suddenly posted a sentence in the group: "Enough is enough, you guys, all the physics teachers have complained to me]

Immediately afterwards, he @琴斯白: [Xiao Qi, come to 307 after class.Jiang Yusheng has the same schedule and teacher as you. He has just transferred here. You are afraid that he won't be able to adapt to the class and can't find the classroom. Take him with you these two days. ]

Adhering to the spirit of solidarity, friendship and harmonious coexistence, Qi Sibai suppressed the little childish unhappiness in his heart, and prepared to take a detour to the mathematics classroom 307, and introduce this classmate Jiang to the Chinese classroom.

There are no classes in this section of 307, and no self-study is arranged.Qi Sibai walked to the front door of 307, and found an empty classroom, only Chen Lao at the desk and a tall silhouette standing beside him.

The boy was wearing a loose black T-shirt, the front edge of the hem was tucked into black jeans, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his legs were so long.

This person has to be 1.8 meters five, no, 1.8 meters seven?Looks taller than him.

What was more eye-catching than his height was a black watch on the boy's left wrist.

Even at a distance, Qi Sibai recognized at a glance that it was a high-end watch, the price of which was two zeros more than the one on his wrist.

Chen Laoxu was talking about something, but Qi Sibai didn't listen carefully, only saw the new classmate holding the phone behind his back, looking at the screen with his face slightly sideways, flipping his thumbs, as if he was typing.

Qi Sibai's cell phone buzzed again.He ignored it, thinking that the Shujing group was still lively.

I don't know what Elder Chen said again, but this cold-looking classmate Jiang locked the phone screen, raised his head, looked at the paper in Elder Chen's hand, and said calmly: "He said it was a mistake made by carelessness? Then he would probably be wrong even if one plus one equals two."

Qi Sibai raised his eyebrows.

Although separated by most of the classroom, it sounds a little fuzzy.But Jiang Yusheng's expression was so indifferent that Qi Sibai felt that anyone could hear that he was mocking.

I don't know whose competition paper I'm talking about.Is this new classmate speaking so impolitely?

In the next second, he heard Old Chen cheerfully say: "You're right, Qi Sibai has this problem, if you are smart, you don't study hard, your foundation is not solid at all."

Qi Sibai:?

Is he the one who co-authored the miscalculation just now that one plus one equals two?