After being targeted by scheming green tea

The September morning in Beicheng was still a little hot, the sun was high in the sky, and the sun was generous enough to sprinkle all the sunlight on the brightly colored flag and the youthful youths under the flag.

The voice of the boy speaking under the national flag was clean and clear, and the content of the speech was also inspiring. The teachers and students present were all fascinated by it, and cast admiring and admiring eyes on the boy.

However, there are exceptions. The penultimate boy in Class 22 of the third year of high school——Jing Yuwen.

His face was already clean, but his hair and eyebrows were black, making his face even whiter and tenderer.

At first glance, Jing Yuwen is no different from the classmates around him, they are all standing upright, but if you get closer, you can find that his upper and lower eyelids have started to fight, and those beautiful peach blossom eyes seem to be narrowed by him soon. Full-bodied lashes are covered.

The boy with round glasses standing next to him carefully looked around, and after confirming that the head teacher was not nearby, he quietly reached out and poked Jing Yuwen's waist, then moved his mouth slightly, smiling With a voice: "Master Jing, don't sleep."

Jing Yuwen was afraid of itches, so he was poked in the waist suddenly, and he shivered suddenly: "I didn't sleep."

The boy's clean and clear voice reached Jing Yuwen's ears: "Mr. Lu Xun said that there is a bit of heat... If there is no torch after that, I will be the only light..."

He looked up at the boy who was speaking under the national flag, yawned boredly, and then raised his hand to scratch the hair on the back of his head.He stood still just now, but now his feet were a little numb, he moved his feet slightly, and finally lowered his voice: "Salty egg, why is it not over yet, I'm so sleepy."

Yu Xian lowered her head: "It's still early, this is just the beginning, and I have to find my own class after a while."

For this third year of high school, the school temporarily decided to classify according to grades, but there was a problem with the school system some time ago, and the new class table was not sent to the students, so the flag-raising ceremony on the first day of school, the students were all in the same class. Standing, after the flag-raising ceremony, students can go to the notice board in the hall to find their class.

Jing Yuwen curled his lips, looked at the boy again, a little impatiently: "Why is Xiang Siye again? He is the flag-raiser, and he is the one who speaks under the national flag."

Yu Xian sighed: "Who makes someone both a top student and a bad student?"

Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows: "He is the school grass? Then what am I?"

Yu Xian smiled: "You are similar, you are a joke."

Jing Yuwen frowned, clenched his hands into fists, and lightly beat Yu Xian's waist.

Yu Xian leaned slightly to the side, and smiled flatteringly: "Master Jing calm down, you are the school girl of the pro-people school, and Xiang Siye is the school girl of the school of pretending, he can't compare with you."

Only then did Jing Yuwen's arrogant little sword eyebrows relax, and his eyes shifted to Xiang Siye under the national flag again.

Jing Yuwen is quite warm-hearted and popular. No matter where he is, he rarely makes enemies with others. He and Xiang Siye are in class 22 and class [-], and they hardly have any contact with each other. The reason why he feels malicious towards this person , I have to start from the first semester of high school.

Because Jing Yuwen's mother, Su Yan, is the head teacher of the Experimental Middle School, she stays at the school on duty every Thursday, so Jing Yuwen eats in the school cafeteria every Thursday.

At noon that day, Jing Yuwen went to the cafeteria to buy food as usual, and the one standing in front of him who was less than a head taller than him was Xiang Siye. During the process, Xiang Siye's meal card suddenly dropped. I have nothing to do with Xiang Siye, but they are both students of the fifth middle school, so I should help pick up a meal card, so I bent down and picked up Xiang Siye's meal card, and then I was very, very friendly to Xiang Siye Ye said, "Student, your meal card has been lost", but Xiang Siye didn't say "thank you", and he didn't even look at Jing Yuwen, just took the meal card and continued queuing. Very proud!

After this time, Jing Yuwen quickly forgot about it. One day, when he was catching up on sleep in class, he looked up and saw Xiang Siye standing at the front door of their class. In his eyes, he read a trace of contempt.

Jing Yuwen scratched his hair and thought for a while, Xiang Siye didn't know anyone in his class, and the distance between the two classes was not close, so this guy came here just to look at him contemptuously and pretend to be a guy?

Damn it, what Jing Yuwen hates the most is this kind of school bully who loves to pretend!

Old and new hatred were mixed together. From then on, Jing Yuwen decided that Xiang Siye was an out-and-out King B. Every time he saw this guy, he had to go through a set of exclusive procedures, first rolling his eyes , And then go around far away, so as not to worry about yourself.

Looking at the high-spirited young man under the national flag, Jing Yuwen felt a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, Xiang Siye is a top student, so he was appointed to be assigned to the same class. Otherwise, if he was assigned to the same class as himself, then the third year of high school would be a death sentence. .

The flag-raising ceremony was over, and the third-grade students were leaving in an orderly manner. Several students walked past Jing Yuwen, discussing the division of classes.

"My grades are good this time, and I should be able to be assigned to Class [-]. I heard that the head teacher of Class [-] this year is Zhao Dong."

"Fuck me? True or false, I'm crying with envy, Zhao Dong doesn't care if he brings his mobile phone."

"Not only Zhao Dong, but also Xiang Siye, the head teacher of the fairy class and the school grass students, I can wake up laughing in my dreams!"

"Laughing to death, what about a class, that guy is so cold, I'm afraid you won't be able to say a word by the time you graduate."

......

Jing Yuwen listened, then suddenly put his arm around Yu Xian's shoulder, and asked, "Salted egg, tell the truth, which one is more handsome, Xiang Siye or I?"

Yu Xian swallowed: "Am I telling the truth?"

Looking at Yu Xian's expression, Jing Yuwen knew that this guy would not say good things about him, and he didn't want to listen to lies, so he shook his head: "Forget it, don't say it."

Yu Xian rubbed his chin: "Well, the face is incomparable, but Xiang Siye's height is placed there, at least 1.8 meters five, you..."

Yu Xian looked at the top of Jing Yuwen's head.

Jing Yuwen dazzled his eyes: "Why? I wear [-] shoes."

Yu Xian snickered: "Then it must be height-enhancing shoes?"

Jing Yuwen bent his knees: "I'll fucking kick you!"

Jing Yuwen didn't think there was anything to be unhappy about, but he was still a little sleepy and looked unhappy.

He said lazily: "Forget it, anyway, he can't be in the same class as me. He can't be a school grassroots, but being a class grassroots is also good. By the way, do I have to take the high-cold route?"

When Yu Xian heard that he was going to take the cold route, coupled with his sullen expression just now, he was sure that he was not happy now, so he smiled: "Master Jing, don't be like this, I invite you to drink Coke, blue can."

Based on the principle of being an asshole if you don't take advantage of the advantage, Jing Yuwen didn't explain his mood, but raised his eyebrows: "Then I want two cans!"

"no problem!"

Yu Xian has been in the same class as Jing Yuwen since the first year of high school. He knows all about Jing Yuwen's temperament. There is nothing that one can of Coke can't handle. If one can't do it, then two cans!

The bulletin board in the hall of the teaching building was full of people, and Yu Xian got in directly by virtue of her short size.

Jing Yuwen didn't have the fighting spirit of Yu Xian. His sleepy face was full of indifference to the world. He walked around behind the crowd and walked to the stairs, leaning on the handrail of the stairs, waiting for when the group of people would leave Open, when will he go to see it.

After a while, Yu Xian came out of the crowd in disheveled clothes, and his glasses were squeezed crookedly. He took off his glasses, grabbed a corner of his school uniform, and smiled while wiping: "Master Jing, the fate is wonderful, we both In class five."

Jing Yuwen rubbed his face with two slender and skinny hands, and said tiredly, "You can take my things to Class [-] later, and I'll go to the toilet, thank you."

After Jing Yuwen finished speaking, he went to the toilet outside the teaching building. Behind him, Yu Xian had just put on his glasses and yelled at his back: "Master Jing, come back soon, or you'll be late."

Jing Yuwen raised his arm, and the sleeves of the school uniform brought up the lower corner. The line of the boy's abdomen was faintly visible. He waved his hand: "Got it!"

Jing Yuwen walked unsteadily on the road. Many students ran from the toilet to the teaching building, but he was the only one who walked towards the toilet like an old man.

When he got there, the toilet was already empty, and the door of a room was suddenly opened, and a tall, upright young man came out of it. Jing Yuwen was shocked and sobered up a lot in an instant.

Xiang Siye walked to his side, tilted his head, and said in a flat voice, "Hurry up, or you'll be late."

Looking at it this way, Xiang Siye is indeed much taller than Jing Yuwen. He has lighter hair and skin color, a pair of phoenix eyes, and thinner lips. Logically speaking, he should look cool, but maybe it's the toilet light It was too dark, when he walked towards Jing Yuwen, Jing Yuwen actually felt that there was such a little bit of milk...

Jing Yuwen slapped himself hard in his heart: I'm an idiot, and it's none of your business whether I'm late or not?

But on the surface, he still pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Thank you."

After Xiang Siye left, Jing Yuwen curled his lips and said to himself: "Crazy, I won't be in the same class as you."

He walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and slapped a handful of water on his face. It was refreshing and comfortable. He repeated it several times in a row until the black hair on his forehead was wet, and the water flowed down the hair. After the silk dripped down, he wiped his face and walked to the teaching building.

The teaching building was very quiet, only the sound of the teachers in the classrooms on both sides of the stairs instructing the students to adjust their seats could be heard.

Class [-] was on the fifth floor, the highest floor, and Uncle Jing stepped a little faster.

There was no one in the corridor on the fifth floor. Uncle Jing wandered around Class [-] and saw a tall and strong middle-aged woman blocking the door.

Jing Yuwen smiled: "I'm sorry teacher, I went to the toilet."

The female teacher folded her arms, with a cold face, annoyed: "Poor students are lazy donkeys who grind a lot of shit and urine."

Although Jing Yuwen didn't like the teacher's words very much, but this time it was indeed his problem, he still nodded with a smile: "The teacher is right, I'm sorry teacher. Teacher, can I go in now?"

The female teacher still refused to give up: "Why do you go in there? One piece of mouse droppings ruined the whole pot of soup, so I went directly to a factory and went to work. Even eating shit can't keep up with the hot ones. What's the use of going to school?"

Jing Yuwen's smile stopped abruptly, and there was not much patience left. He raised his head and frowned slightly, but still squeezed out a smile on his face: "Teacher, if you don't want me to go in, I can stand outside for a day. Don't speak so harshly." ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Yuwen felt that there was someone behind him, and the female teacher in front of her was originally looking fierce and about to curse, but now she gradually smiled.

A boy's clean and clear voice came from behind: "Report to the teacher, I'm late too."

Jing Yuwen felt that he seemed to have heard this voice somewhere before, and looked back, it really was him!

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The author has something to say:

Here we go again, Blind is actually a donkey, maybe worse than donkey, donkey is high quality and high yield, Blind is low quality and high yield...