After being targeted by scheming green tea

Pay it back?Still this morning?Jing Yuwen didn't remember that he had done this at all, could it be that he had traveled through time?

Jing Yuwen said, "I didn't come to see you this morning."

The girl looked behind Jing Yuwen, her lips moved, and before she could speak, Jing Yuwen's buttocks were lightly kicked, and an arm was wrapped around his neck.

Xiang Siye lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Yuwen, the affection in his eyes seemed to be trying his best to show someone: "My good brother, I came to see her when the exercises were over."

Jing Yuwen had goose bumps all over his body.

The girl pushed the snack bag into Xiang Siye's hand, and smiled awkwardly: "So, no need, thank you Jingye, thank you Xiangshen."

Jing Yuwen frowned slightly and looked at the back of the girl running back to the class in a hurry, wondering why she gave the bag to Xiang Siye.

Jing Yuwen snatched the bag from Xiang Siye, hugged it in his arms, pushed Xiang Siye away with the other hand, and asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Xiang Siye smiled: "You didn't ask me either."

Jing Yuwen frowned: "You are such a dog, who would have thought that you could do such a good thing?"

The two of them were walking in the corridor on the first floor, and the midday sun couldn't shine in, so it looked a bit dark. Jing Yuwen looked up at Xiang Siye's smiling and silent face, with his thin lips slightly raised, and always felt that he deserved a beating. , So his pair of big eyes began to plan, fixed on the position of Xiang Siye's mandible, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek.

Xiang Siye asked: "What do you see me doing? I have..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Yuwen's head bumped into Xiang Siye's mandible. Although he didn't use much force, he was still very happy after the bump. He slipped forward a few steps, Climb up the stairs.

Xiang Siye Guming's fingertips lightly touched the place where Jing Yuwen hit just now, and he smiled, it didn't seem to hurt very much.

Back in class, Jing Yuwen first put the snacks that had just been dumped on Xiang Siye's table into a bag, and Xiang Siye came in the next second, followed by a few boys.

When Xiang Siye passed by Yu Xian, he stopped, his eyes looked at Song Ye, and his thin lips moved up and down.

"Chinese in the first section, have you memorized it?"

"No, it's not too late."

"Fuck, I don't recite at all."

……

Because the voices of the boys were a bit loud, and Xiang Siye's voice was always cold and not loud, so Jing Yuwen didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but when he saw him talking, he slightly curled his lips. Jing Yuwen was inexplicably unhappy with his appearance.

Xiang Siye put down his schoolbag and sat back in his seat, Jing Yuwen raised his chin towards the paper bag on his desk: "Here, I've troubled you yesterday, this is for you."

Xiang Siye looked at him sideways, and smiled slightly, which was quite different from the smile when he was talking to Song Ye, and the unhappiness in Jing Yuwen's heart gradually subsided a lot.

Xiang Siye put the snacks into the belly of the table and smiled lightly: "Thanks."

Seeing Xiang Siye take out a biology test paper from his schoolbag, Jing Yuwen knew that this person was going to start studying the questions seriously, and he had nothing to say: "You don't even want to see if you like it."

Xiang Siye flipped through the test questions and said, "If you don't like food, can you change it for me?"

Jing Yuwen twitched her lips: "No, it's beautiful to think about, so it's fine if I give it to you."

Xiang Siye smiled: "The food you like is not bad."

Jing Yuwen said proudly, "Of course, it's all about Dad's love for you."

Xiang Siye suddenly looked up and looked at the front, and said to himself: "Love."

Jing Yuwen suddenly felt that his words were a bit inappropriate, he explained: "The point is not love, but father!"

Xiang Siye tilted his head, and there was a teasing look in his phoenix eyes: "What are you doing?"

Jing Yuwen didn't notice that something was wrong at all, and repeated: "Dad!"

Xiang Siye showed a successful smile: "Hey, you are too polite, brother."

Jing Yuwen: ...

Zhou Hong came over, took his schoolbag back and sat back, stuffed the schoolbag into the belly of the table, looked back at Jing Yuwen and Xiang Siye, as if he was watching some good show: "Master Jing, you have such a hobby?"

Jing Yuwen: ...

In vain, Jing Yuwen Yingming I was actually tricked by a dog.

Jing Yuwen raised his arm, clenched his fist towards Zhou Hong, and threatened, "What did you just say?"

Zhou Hong swallowed, and smiled flatteringly: "No, I didn't hear anything, and you didn't say anything!"

Jing Yuwen put down his fist: "It's not too bad."

Zhou Hong lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Master Jing, it's actually nothing, don't be embarrassed, they are all young people..."

Jing Yuwen couldn't bear it anymore, he pressed his thumb on the ring of his middle finger and flicked it towards Zhou Hong's head in a circle: "Are you fucking sick?"

Zhou Hong rubbed his head, looked at Xiang Siye, took a breath of air-conditioning suddenly, and said, "Yes, yes, I have a serious illness, and I have to recite Chinese, don't bother me!"

Jing Yuwen felt strange, and turned his head to look at Xiang Siye, but the man only smiled at him, then lowered his head to answer the question.

People came to the class one after another, but it was still early before the class time. Jing Yuwen didn't want to study now. He took out his mobile phone from the belly of the table. Playing games was too ostentatious, so forget it. Circle of friends.

Jing Yuwen usually uses the Penguin account for business, and there are not many people on WeChat. Apart from his family, he is just some classmates and friends who have a good relationship in high school, but his circle of friends is also lively enough. circle of friends.

Both copywritings are "Go home today and share a monster."

In the picture is a white puppet cat with light blue eyes. It looks soft and cute. For furry lovers like Jing Yuwen, they want to suck it through the screen.

He glanced at Xiang Siye who was still writing the question seriously, and suddenly an evil idea came to his mind, so he clicked on Fan Jia's dialog box.

Jing: Are you there?

Fan Fan: Yes.

Jing: Are you still at home now?

Fan Fan: Yes, cleaning the litter box.

The corner of Jing Yuwen's mouth twitched, it was just what he wanted.

Jing: Do me a favor and write your name on the bottom of the litter box.

Fan Fan: Huh?

Jing: Can you write Xiang Siye's name on it?

The opposite side came back 1 minute late.

Fan Fan: OK!

Jing: Thank you, remember to take a photo.

A few minutes later, Fan Jia sent a picture.

Jing Yuwen clicked on it and saw that it was to his liking. Xiang Siye's name was written on the bottom of the litter box with a marker.

Jing: Very good, very good, here I invite you to have some snacks!

After Jing Yuwen finished posting, he suddenly felt a dark wind blowing around him. He turned his head and Xiang Siye was staring at his mobile phone screen intently.

Xiang Siye said coldly: "Who else do you want to invite for snacks?"

Jingyu Wenxin said: It's over, I'm angry...

At this moment, Jing Yuwen deeply understood how everyone's evaluation of Xiang Siye's "coldness" came from.

Jing Yuwen sighed in his heart that Xiang Siye is really jealous, and stuffed his phone into the belly of the table, explaining: "I just think Fan Jia's cat is cute, so send a message to say hello, you can't be like this, can you? "

Zhou Hong suddenly turned around, as if watching a show: "What's wrong? You're jealous of God, right?"

Jing Yuwen's eyes signaled Zhou Hong, "You guessed right", but he was a little worried whether Zhou Hong's brain could understand what he meant.

Xiang Siye raised his eyelids and said coldly, "Get lost."

"Oh."

Da Zhou finally turned his head aggrieved like fate.

Jing Yuwen looked at Xiang Siye's ice-cold face, and suddenly wanted to coax him.

"Don't be mad at the dog."

Then, Jing Yuwen's voice unconsciously mixed with some coquettish feeling: "I don't have to talk to Fan Jia in the future, why not~ I promise I won't rob her!"

Xiang Siye raised his eyebrows: "Steal her?"

Jing Yuwen stretched out four long fingers and raised them to his ears: "Anyway, I swear!"

Xiang Siye's eyes turned to Jing Yuwen's fingers, and he chuckled, "Swear, it shouldn't be three fingers?"

Jing Yuwen's hanging heart finally let go, he pressed his little finger with his thumb, and said, "That's it, I swear!"

Adding some warmth to Siye's cold face: "You said it."

Jing Yuwen nodded: "Once a man speaks a word, it's hard to chase after him!"

"Okay," Xiang Siye smiled: "So don't touch your phone now, and recite Chinese."

"Roger that!"

Jing Yuwen thought in his heart: Damn it, Xiang Siye is really hard to serve, he is only fit to squat in the litter box!

After dinner in the evening, Jing Yuwen ushered in the first evening self-study in his high school career. Before the evening self-study, the school will arrange an English listening session.

After the listening comprehension was over, he had 10 minutes to check the original text of the listening comprehension. Jing Yuwen looked at the paper that he only got three questions wrong, and was complacent. He felt that he didn't need to read the original text at all. He was even more proud of reading the original text of the listening comprehension.

"Xianggou, you made a lot of mistakes, right?"

Without waiting for Xiang Siye to respond, Jing Yuwen consciously took his paper. After reading it, Jing Yuwen suddenly felt a little inferior.

Some people are elated when they get three questions wrong, while some people even read the original text of the listening comprehension even though they got one question right. Is this the difference between the first in the class and the second to last in the class?

Jing Yuwen returned the paper to Xiang Siye, and silently flipped through the original text of the listening comprehension. Xiang Siye seemed to have guessed his trick, chuckled lightly, and did not speak.

A male student from a foreign class poked his head in at the front door and asked, "Where is Xiang Siye?"

The male student looked in the direction pointed by the student at the front door, and Xiang Siye was also looking up at him.

He added: "Your class teacher is looking for you."

After speaking, he ran away.

Xiang Siye got up and walked out.

Jing Yuwen couldn't read the original text, so he quietly raised his head and looked at Xiang Siye's back when he was out, feeling a little worried, but then he thought, what could happen to a top student, and his brother is friends with the head teacher?

He couldn't help slapping himself in the heart, when will this habit of worrying about others be changed?

A bell rang, and it was the bell for the end of get out of class. Three or two people gathered in Yu Xian's place for a while, Zhou Hong stood up, stretched his waist, and looked back at Jing Yuwen.

"Go, Lord Jing, go and listen to the story!"

Jing Yuwen was puzzled: "What story?"

Zhou Hong said: "In the program section before self-study every night, one person tells a supernatural event."

supernatural event?Jing Yuwen couldn't help swallowing. In fact, he didn't dare to listen to this, but this kind of thing has an inexplicable attraction, which makes people love and hate. He still got up in a strange way, and walked towards Yu Xian with Zhou Hong .

A boy was talking with gusto, Jing Yuwen patted Yu Xian's shoulder, Yu Xian looked up at him, moved the chair back consciously, stretched out his legs, and he sat on Yu Xian's lap naturally.

"...The child was torn up after the family called the police, and then strange things often happened in the school. There was a sudden fog in the classroom, and a girl said that she saw the little boy who was torn up..."

The man spoke vigorously, and everyone listened with enthusiasm. Jing Yuwen sat on Yu Xian's lap, pinching the knuckles of his left hand with his right hand, stuffing his thumb to his mouth from time to time, biting his nails.

He suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder behind him, he moved his arm slightly and said, "Don't make trouble, don't touch my shoulder."

But Yu Xian put both hands in front of his stomach and said, "I don't have any."