your boyfriend

The four-and-a-half-day military training is over, and the poor freshmen come in white and go out in darkness.When Bai Xiaoyu rolled his arms, he could clearly see the two distinct colors. He looked back at Qin Jin who was sitting behind him, his face full of envy.

"Mr. Qin, why don't you get a tan?" Bai Xiaoyu looked at Qin Jin's fair and clean face, and resisted the urge to wipe it off with makeup remover to see if the other party had put on liquid foundation.

Qin Jin replied lightly: "Naturally."

Meng Qin, who was half dead on the table, heard this, pointed to himself and said, "Why didn't you ask me? I didn't get tanned either."

"Boss, can we be like you?" Sun Xu, who was sitting next to Bai Xiaoyu, turned his head, joined the topic, and counted with his fingers: "The military training lasted four and a half days, and you stayed in the big devil's office for three days. Wrote five self-criticisms, and you escaped when the sun was at its highest!"

Qin Jin glanced at Meng Qin's smug expression from the corner of his eye, and began to wonder if he did it on purpose.Every time Fang Jingwen picks the time of inspection to do things, and then is dragged into the office to write an inspection, the expression on the face when he leaves is not at all painful, and there is even a little bit of pleasure that the trick has succeeded.

"I can't help it. I'm always caught by Director Fang. I don't want to be like this. I also want to advance and retreat with everyone." Meng Qin said happily.

You don't even want to--

Bai Xiaoyu and Sun Xu looked at each other and exchanged their thoughts.

"Students, be quiet!"

Lin Ran, who was wearing a clean white shirt, entered the door and stood on the podium with the roster in his hand. The afternoon sun shone on his body, and he was thin and slender.He is face-blind, and it has been almost a week that there are more than forty people in the class who haven't been registered yet, and they can't even call all the names without relying on the roster.

The originally noisy classroom was quiet for a moment, and then there was a violent storm again. While discussing something just now, the original topic continued, and the entire classroom was surrounded by laughter.Lin Ran sighed softly, looking a little downcast.

He patted the podium, and the voice had no confidence: "Students, be quiet! You...you listen to me first, we want to..."

"Hey! Have you watched the new season of "Street Dancer"? That Liu Jiayu is so handsome!"

"Looked at it, he is now in the top [-]."

"There is also a series that just came out. The leading actor Su is a hit, and the plot is super touching."

"Did you watch the NBA regular season yesterday? Lakers vs. Spurs."

"It's okay, but I think James made too many mistakes and missed two free throws. I'm so disappointed in him."

Men and women engaged in heated discussions around countless fashionable topics, and no one took this head teacher who looked more like a high school student than an anxious high school student into their eyes.Lin Ran stood on the podium and opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.

Qin Jin was solving a competition problem, paused the pen in his hand, frowned impatiently, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "It's so noisy."

bah—

The sound of fists hitting the table was very strong, and everyone's eyes were focused on the group of seats by the window.Meng Qinshi, who had just punched his fist, moved his wrist, smiled under the attention of everyone, raised his sword eyebrows, and pouted at Lin Ran on the podium: "Quiet, Teacher Lin is talking."

This time, it was more effective than Lin Ran. The students who were beaming with joy fell silent for a moment, and all sat respectfully and looked at Lin Ran on the podium.

Meng Qinshi lowered his head and leaned in front of Qin Jin, and quickly switched to his daily flattering and obedient mode: "How is it? Am I powerful?"

Qin Jin seemed to have selectively forgotten what happened last night. Meng Qinshi came out of the shower before he could organize his thoughts, and was driven out of the house by Qin Jin with his clothes. He has never had a chance to mention it again until now.

"It's two." Qin Jin lowered his head and continued to read, the gel pen was twirling quickly on his fingertips, and no one saw the flash of joy in his eyes.

Meng Qinshi refused to give up, and tugged at Qin Jin's sleeve with his fingertips: "Am I powerful? Tell me!"

Qin Jin glanced back at the crumpled sleeves: "Let go!"

"If you say so, I'll let it go..." Meng Qinshi replied, writing all over his face that I'm not afraid even if you want to beat me up, anyway, you have to say that I'm very good.

Qin Jin withdrew his gaze calmly: "It's amazing."

The classroom finally became quiet again. The young teacher with a delicate face looked down and flipped through the roster in his hand: "The class will officially start next Monday. Let's adjust the seats."

"Huh? Want to change seats?"

"No, teacher."

"Why do you change your seat when you are sitting well?"

This group of students sit together with their most familiar classmates, and it is convenient to chat with each other. The most convenient thing is that they can cover each other during class, take a nap, and take a short errand. Of course, there are also two or three groups that hug each other. Other minded teenage boys and girls.

Voices of mourning came from all directions, and quickly surrounded Lin Ran who was holding the seat chart in his hand. He was standing on the podium in a dilemma; Fang Jingwen asked for the change of seat. He didn't listen to Jingwen's words.

Before coming from the office, Fang Jingwen slapped a seating chart in front of him, with cold eyes: "Adjust the seats according to this chart, otherwise you can't manage this class."

Meng Qinshi suddenly regretted it. He looked at the seat chart in Lin Ran's hand, then at Qin Jin, and sighed: "I regret it now, I should have let them go if I knew it earlier."

He finally understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot. According to the seating chart of ordinary teachers, no matter how they were arranged, he and Qin Jin would not be arranged at the same table.

In the end, under Fang Jingwen's iron-fisted suppression, the seats in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School were successfully changed.Qin Jin's side was replaced by the girl he met in the grove two days ago. The girl looked up at the tall, thin and neatly dressed Qin Jin beside her, pursed her lips and smiled, her cheeks were as bright as peaches and plums.

"Yu Shutong, who graduated from junior high school like me, has a good personality and looks, and has been our school's school belle for three years!" Bai Xiaoyu, who was arranged to sit next to Meng Qinshi, followed the former's gaze and whispered to others. Whispering: "I haven't seen her for a summer vacation, I think she is beautiful again."

Meng Qinshi glanced back at him, then at Yu Shutong: "I think it's okay, and it's not that pretty."

Especially sitting next to their family Qin Jin, there is no harm without comparison.

Bai Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking back and forth between Qin Jin and Yu Shutong, then slammed his mouth and commented: "Brother Meng, the male god Qin is good-looking, but he is too cold to get close to."

"Nonsense!" Meng Qinshi conveniently rolled up a math book and knocked it on Bai Xiaoyu's head: "Our little Jin is gentle!"

Bai Xiaoyu shrank his head, and muttered to himself, "What kind of eyes do you have for beauty?"

"What did you say?" Meng Qinshi raised his voice a little.

"No...no! I didn't say anything." Bai Xiaoyu shook his head repeatedly, and then quickly changed the subject: "Boss, this afternoon is the student union and club recruiting event, do you have any recommendations?"

Meng Qinshi raised his sword eyebrows and looked into the distance along the window sill. A big red banner had already been pulled up on the playground. Tables and chairs were placed in various places of the playground, forming one after another temporary recruiting places.

"Recommended..." Meng Qin looked thoughtfully at Bai Xiaoyu's jingling outfit that looked like a Christmas tree, the corners of his lips raised to form a meaningful arc: "I think, you can go Try the band."

Bai Xiaoyu blinked: "Really? Hey! Don't tell me, I think I can too. I can sing."

In the afternoon, the sun gently diffused into every corner of the school, and the dry wind with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus blew across the young cheeks of young people, taking away the so-called growing pains in youth, leaving only a brisk melody.

Students like all activities other than reading, even if it is just basking in the sun on the playground, it is better than listening to the teacher read from heaven in the classroom.

The president of the literature club wears thick black-rimmed glasses and holds a book of "Xu Zhimo's Poetry Collection" in his hand. The singing and dancing of the most popular Korean girl group has attracted the attention of countless boys.

The members of the painting club set up the painting tools and drawing boards, and there are several finished works on the table, including oil paintings, watercolor paintings, and traditional Chinese paintings, among which are some Japanese-style girl manga-style manga works; the members of the radio station are relatively simple. Outrageously, they only pulled up a banner with two large characters—recruiting new students!

The most dazzling, I am afraid, is the collective punk rock band——

The girls screamed continuously, surrounding the entire band.The exaggeratedly dressed five-member group is playing hard at the moment, and the lead singer holding the bass flexibly shows off his skills in the interlude part, and the strand of silver hair highlighted in front of his forehead is particularly eye-catching.

"Jiang Shen! Jiang Shen!" Several girls were already screaming out of oxygen.

One of them covered his chest and grabbed his companion's hand until his face flushed with excitement: "Ahhhhhh! Did you see it? Did you see it? Jiang Shen just showed his heart to me!"

"Nonsense, that's for me." The companion retorted mercilessly.

"I still like Wen Che better, how handsome he plays the drums!"

Meng Qinshi and Qin Jin stood together under the shade of the tree, the sun shines on their heads through the cracks in the leaves, Meng Qinshi's voice was almost drowned out by the energetic rock music: "Look at the drummer, that's Remember the one who delivered the water that day?"

Qin Jin's eyes lingered on Wen Che's face for a moment: "Yes."

"The lead singer's name is Jiang Shen, the world's number one pretender!" Meng Qinshi winked at him: "What do you think of his singing?"

"It's not bad, it's good." Qin Jin's ears were surrounded by the screams of a group of girls, and Jiang Shen's voice could hardly be heard.

Meng Qinshi looked around and saw the leaders of several clubs looking at Qin Jin with the registration forms in their hands, with an eager expression on his face, and asked, "Which club do you want to join?"

Qin Jin replied flatly: "I don't want to join the club, I'm in trouble."

"I think the literature club is definitely not good. A group of two hundred and five people read acid poems every day, all of them are bored? The dance club is not good either, they are all women. You can try the painting club, your handwriting is so good!" Meng Qinshi didn't seem to hear it at all. Yes, analyze it with him in a serious manner: "The radio station is also good, your voice is so nice!"

"Meng Qinshi..." Qin Jin interrupted him, and looked back at him with cold eyes: "I said, no more."

"Why not? Everyone has to join the club, otherwise what are you doing during the extracurricular activities on Wednesday afternoon?" Meng Qinshi searched around and stopped at his tennis team: "Otherwise, you Come with me to the tennis team? I'll teach you how to play tennis."

Qin Jin frowned: "No, I can read in the classroom."

"Well, I won't go if you don't want to go. I'll read with you." Meng Qinshi replied with a smile, and stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, with a faint light shining between his brows and eyes: "Xiaojin, that... last night..."

"Shut up!" Qin Jin interrupted coldly, staring at him with warning eyes, the blush on the tip of the ear was hidden in the tip of the hair: "It's just drinking too much, you forgot about it!"

"How did I forget this?" Meng Qin looked down at him, his sharp eyes caught the faint red hidden between the hair, he bent slightly, taking advantage of no one around at this time, whispered softly: " This is my first kiss with you, and I will remember it forever."

The scorching breath sprayed on Qin Jin's neck, and the gradually accelerating heartbeat almost burst out of Qin Jin's chest. He subconsciously turned his head away, stretched out his hand and pushed Meng Qinshi: "You are courting death."

This strength is no different from scratching an itch.

"Take a break for flirting!" A bright male voice sounded behind him, and Qin Jin turned his head—it was Jiang Shen, the lead singer of the band just now. It smells like a ruffian.

The corners of Meng Qinshi's lips curled up, and he raised his head to greet Jiang Shen who was walking towards him: "What are you doing? Don't go ostentatiously?"

"Your voice is smoking, take a break." Jiang Shen stood aside, turned his eyes around Qin Jin, and then returned to Meng Qinshi's face: "The school is also poisonous, we must sing Is it necessary to recruit new recruits? Dad, if you stand there, it will be a living sign, and you are afraid that you will not be able to recruit people?"

Meng Qinshi casually threw him a bottle of mineral water: "Don't be so fucking shameless."

Jiang Shen unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, expressing his intentions, "Would you like to introduce me?"

Meng Qin frowned when he received the signal, patted Qin Jin's shoulder lightly, and said to Jiang Shen: "Qin Jin, mine—"

Qin Jin raised his eyelids, and issued a silent warning with his cold eyes - if he dared to say something that should not be said, he would die.

When Meng Qin received the other party's signal, his eyes shone with dazzling light, and he raised the corner of his mouth with a bright smile: "My little bamboo horse!"

"Oh——" Jiang Shen smacked his mouth: "It's too cruel to pretend I didn't ask."

Qin Jin's skin is thin, and it is obvious that he can't hang on anymore. His face becomes colder at this time: "I'm leaving."

Before anyone could respond, he had already walked towards the classroom with his long legs.

Jiang Shen put one hand on Meng Qinshi's shoulder, looked at Qin Jin's thin back, and murmured, "You little bamboo horse is so thin-skinned?"

"Do you think everyone is just like you, with a thicker skin than the city wall?" Meng Qinshi said, throwing off his shoulders and chasing after him: "Xiao Jin, wait for me!"

Soon he caught up with the slender and tall figure, and the two walked side by side on the playground under the setting sun, the elongated figures intertwined together, looking very intimate.

Jiang Shen stood under the shade of a tree and yelled at people: "Hey! We have a performance tomorrow night! Take your little bamboo horse to see it?"

Meng Qinshi stretched out his arms and said OK to Jiang Shen who was behind him.