What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

The weather in mid-November is getting colder and colder. Standing outside in two pieces of clothes will forget everything for a few seconds when the wind blows. It is not enough to install a leather curtain in the store. Sitting in the store always feels dry and cold , So Jiang Qixiao bought two more small electric stoves, one for the shop and one for the upstairs.

Although small, it is sufficient.

Every day when giving lectures to Yang Shaoqing, he would make a warm cup of hot coffee or fresh milk for Yang Shaoqing, trying to warm his body.

Since Yang Shaoqing made sure that he wasn't angry that day, their way of getting along became an ordinary teacher-student-friend relationship again, without too much embarrassment.

Both of them seemed to selectively forget what happened that day, and they never mentioned that kiss.

Yang Shaoqing originally thought that during the period before the mid-term exam, he would devote himself to studying seriously and get the first place again. Unfortunately, he was unable to take the exam because of an injury in the basketball game, which disappointed everyone in the class, especially the nerds. After the next month's exam, he still wanted to take advantage of the mid-term exam to slap Yang Shaoqing in the face with his grades, but he didn't expect something unexpected.

Shi He took the exam, and thoughtfully brought the exam paper to Yang Shaoqing.

"Brother Naiqing, Naiqing, Naiqing!" Shi He touched Yang Shaoqing with his arm, "Guess how much I took the exam this time."

Yang Shaoqing raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Second?"

Shi He chuckled, his eyes narrowed into a line: "Yes, my mother is so happy, she said she would take me to eat grilled fish tonight."

Yang Shaoqing remained expressionless and did not speak.

Shi He looked at Yang Shaoqing's appearance, and clicked his tongue, "Why do you feel like you have lost your soul these days, and you have no energy at all." His mouth suddenly opened wide, looking left and right, staring at Yang Shaoqing Qing whispered, "You...couldn't you... have been sucked by a female ghost...?"

"..." Dramatist.

Yang Shaoqing was speechless.

"Fuck! It can't be true!" Shi He regained his energy, "Quickly tell me, what does that female ghost look like! She can actually fascinate you!"

Hearing Shi He speak in idioms, Yang Shaoqing sighed, "It's very ugly, with a face like that of a mother, a nose like a tumor, eyes like Dong Shi, and a mouth like Sister Feng."

Shi He's smile disappeared.

He was silent for a while, and then said in a sullen voice: "Who are you talking about before... Naiqing, you have changed! I don't love you anymore! We agreed not to learn Chinese together! You, you, you!"

The more Shi He thought about it, the more angry he became, he simply punched Yang Shaoqing's arm, "I also want to ask Jiang Qixiao to give me extra lessons!"

"No." Yang Shaoqing said without thinking.

It's annoying enough for him to wait for Jiang Qixiao to make up lessons for those ten people every day, and he wants to add another Shi He?

Are you kidding me? Jiang Qixiao must know how to clone himself.

"Fuck," Shi He rolled his eyes at him, "Stinger, you can't do anything, I'll go find Jiang Qixiao."

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak, but glanced at Shi He, slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Hurry up and get lost, didn't Li Jing ask you out?"

Shi He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, the time was really coming.He took out the test paper from his schoolbag and threw it to Yang Shaoqing, then stood up, "Let's go."

After Shi He left, Jiang Qixiao, who had gone upstairs to set the bowl, came down.

Seeing the test paper on the table, Jiang Qixiao froze for a moment, "Has Shi He been here?"

Yang Shaoqing hummed.

Jiang Qixiao picked it up and quickly glanced at it. The difficulty was moderate. He spread out the test paper in front of Yang Shaoqing, and put the pen on it by the way, "You do it now, I will set a time for you, and I will approve it for you when you are done." .”

Yang Shaoqing looked at Jiang Qixiao's slender fingers and said nothing. After Jiang Qixiao started the timer, he read the questions carefully.

It didn't take much time for Yang Shaoqing to do mathematics and physics first.

Jiang Qixiao looked at his answer, sometimes frowning and shaking his head, sometimes smiling and nodding, full of old man style.

Three hours later, Yang Shaoqing, who finished writing the answers to the English test paper, put down his pen.

tired.

Dizzy.

Especially when I saw the rest of the Chinese test papers, even the strands of hair exuded the message of rejection.

Jiang Qixiao was delighted when he saw him like this, "Are you tired? You will feel better in the third year of high school."

Yang Shaoqing snorted unconvinced, "Let's talk again in senior year."

Jiang Qixiao had finished correcting the math and physics test papers, and picked up a pen to correct his English test papers.

Seeing that Jiang Qixiao didn't even take the reference answers, Yang Shaoqing was a little curious, "Are you so confident that you can't make mistakes?"

Yang Shaoqing knew that Jiang Qixiao was very powerful, but he had no idea how powerful he was.

After Jiang Qixiao listened, he chuckled, pretending to be disdainful, "You want me to do something wrong with this level of difficulty? Don't even look at the status of me, Jiang."

"What status?" Yang Shaoqing asked.

"What status..." Jiang Qixiao drew a few ticks on his hand, and said mysteriously, "I won't tell you."

"..." Yang Shaoqing narrowed his eyes, "Tell me, I will let my mother make dumplings tonight."

Jiang Qixiao paused for a moment.

Seeing this, Yang Shaoqing hooked his lips, "It's still the stuffing you like."

Jiang Qixiao gritted his teeth.

This temptation... is really big.

As long as he thinks about the dumplings made by Aunt Yang, he can't help but start to salivate. After swallowing, Jiang Qixiao looked up at Yang Shaoqing, "I used to give math problems to a certain college entrance examination, and I have successfully bet on students several times.”

Yang Shaoqing said, "That's it."

Actually, Yang Shaoqing didn't quite understand what a successful bet meant, nor did he know the special significance of passing the college entrance examination questions, but from Jiang Qixiao's tone... it should be quite awesome.

Jiang Qixiao sighed, bowed his head and continued to grade the test papers.

"Hey Jiang Qixiao," Yang Shaoqing tapped the table with his knuckles, "How much score did you get in the college entrance examination?"

This time Jiang Qixiao was not happy, "Well, I really won't tell you, it's a secret."

Yang Shaoqing rolled his eyes, thinking about how else he could get Jiang Qixiao to speak.

"Stop!" Jiang Qixiao saw his intentions, "No matter what you say, I won't tell you now, I'll tell you after you finish the college entrance examination."

Seeing that Jiang Qixiao was determined not to tell him, Yang Shaoqing didn't pursue it any further.

You will know sooner or later, don't be too eager for this moment.

Jiang Qixiao corrected the English test paper and was not very satisfied with the results, "Mathematics 109, Physics 91, English 113, with this score, do you want to take the first place again? Fortunately, you didn't take the test, otherwise you would have to let the first place in your class Die laughing."

Yang Shaoqing was also a little surprised. When he did it, he felt that it was okay. How did he make such a result that was not ideal.

Jiang Qixiao deliberately lowered some points, trying to frustrate this kid's spirit, pretending that his tone was not very good: "Quickly study the wrong questions for me a few times, and I will punish you if I make the same mistake next time." ah."

Yang Shaoqing picked up the test paper and read it over and over several times, unable to hide his disappointed expression.

He was quite confident in himself, back then he had boasted that he would take the first place again...

Jiang Qixiao was right, fortunately he didn't take the midterm exam, otherwise he would have made that nerd laugh to death.

Yang Shaoqing sighed, roughly crumpled the test paper and threw it on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jiang Qixiao bent down and picked it up, "What are you throwing away before you say anything? Why, you dare not face your own failure?"

"Hehe." Yang Shao tilted his chin, "Talk about it, it makes me upset just watching it."

"Your thinking is wrong. There will always be failures in this life. You have to learn to accept..."

Jiang Qixiao was interrupted roughly by Yang Shaoqing before he finished speaking, "Okay, okay, I know you can say okay, don't say anything, it's so annoying."

Jiang Qixiao let out a hey, and met Yang Shaoqing's impatient eyes, but didn't say anything, and held back.

Yang Shaoqing was very annoyed by his score, and after gambling for a long time, he took the initiative to pick up the Chinese test paper and started to do it.

Jiang Qixiao was quite pleased with this.

Any teacher will be happy to see that children can face up to subjects they don't like and want to conquer them.

Jiang Qixiao was not idle when Yang Shaoqing was seriously answering the questions. He took the test paper to analyze the difficulty level and question types, and made a study plan in his heart.

The leather curtain in the store was suddenly lifted, bringing in a gust of wind.

Jiang Qixiao and Yang Shaoqing looked up at the same time, and then Yang Shaoqing instantly turned on the school bully pretending mode, pursing the corners of his mouth and looking at the person indifferently.

It was Wei Hujun who was rejected when he asked to make friends last time.

Jiang Qixiao froze for a moment.

He thought that this person would give up and never come again.

Today, Wei Hujun is wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a denim jacket with the same color as the jeans, a pair of canvas shoes, and a pinch of pink hair that has been permed and highlighted with bangs.

Saobao and Tu are Jiang Qixiao's only intuitive feelings, so he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wei Hujun picked a chair and sat down without looking outside, and looked at Yang Shaoqing with a slight smile.

"What's the matter?" Brother Jiang asked sensiblely.

"Ah..." Wei Hujun rested his hands on the table and raised his chin, "Didn't I say before that I wanted to make friends with your brother Naiqing?"

"Aren't you insincere?" Jiang Qixiao raised his eyebrows and imitated his tone.

Wei Hujun laughed twice, took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, pressed it twice, and then placed the mobile phone in front of Yang Shaoqing's desk.

Yang Shaoqing followed his hand and looked at the screen.

It's a video, it's a bit blurry, you can clearly see that several people surrounded a man, and you can't hear the sound.

Yang Shaoqing frowned slightly and then opened it.

The man surrounded was none other than Wang Zhong.

Several people gradually approached him, first they slapped his face a few times, and after ten seconds they began to punch and kick him. It was obvious that the blows were heavy and blood came out from the nose.

After Yang Shaoqing watched the entire less than 5-minute video with no expression on his face, he looked up at Wei Hujun who was smiling and didn't speak.

"How is it? Are you sincere enough?" Wei Hujun took back the phone.

Jiang Qixiao sat on a chair not far from Yang Shaoqing and didn't see the content of the video, but he could guess that it was about Wang Zhong.

"I was trampled on and broke a bone, and I'll be done after a beating?" Yang Shaoqing said lightly.

Wei Hujun clicked his tongue, "Of course it's fun to take revenge on yourself, and now it's just a small way to help you vent your anger."

Yang Shaoqing snorted softly, but did not speak.

What Wei Hujun said was right, how can revenge be done to others, you have to do it yourself to get rid of the anger, even if Wei Hujun broke Wang Zhong's leg for him now, he will not let Wang Zhong go later.

And the culprit behind Wang Zhong.

"Oh, by the way, just to remind you, I heard that Zhou Laoqi has made some moves recently, you should be careful, and, next time I come again..." Wei Hujun turned and walked towards the door, then looked back at Jiang Qixiao, and smiled. Smiling, "I'll get your phone number."

Jiang Qixiao was stunned.