don't stick with me

Chapter 4 Worse Things

The head teacher of the first class also has the nickname "Patriarch of Extermination of Papers". As the name suggests, his only hobby is to destroy the papers. The method is to let the students finish their work, do it in class, do it after class, and do it at home during the holidays. He is bald and has no intention of cherishing it. The hair of the students, every day at seven o'clock on time to send out a set of physical examination papers.

A class of students have long been used to it, and they entered the test state as soon as they got the papers.

Wen Kuo was a little distracted looking at the questions above. He poked and poked on the paper for a while before he got into the mood. He crossed the paper to write his name, but as soon as the tip of the pen went up, his muscle memory took him to write like a dragon. The next three words: Jiang Peizhi.

Wen Kuo: "..."

He paused in his heart, after a long while to taste, what he was going to do now was Jiang Peizhi's paper.

Role-playing, Wen Kuo squinted at the person next to him with his fingers hanging.

His brows were tightly frowned, as if there was an unstoppable mosquito in the middle.

He suddenly had a brain twitch and asked, "Do you want to be the first in the exam?"

Jiang Peizhi looked at him: "?"

"If you want to take the first place in the exam, please ask me, and I will do the questions well."

The greatest advantage of Young Master Wen's life is that he doesn't remember anything, his heart is as big as the Pacific Ocean, and he doesn't consciously tease people here.

Jiang Peizhi's brows still did not relax, and he marked a certain part of the answer after writing the answer, without raising his head: "It's up to you, but..."

Wen Kuo heard him panting heavily.

"Do you have a needle growing on your hand? The rice chicken sprinkled on the paper is better than your writing."

Wen Kuo: "???"

Understood, co-authoring the undead mosquito is my own character, which can make Jianggou such a headache.

Wen Kuo: "That's right, that's right, you don't have a long needle in your hand, and if you don't have a long needle, wait for the test to fail you!"

Jiang Peizhi has already been buried in a sea of ​​physics problems, and it seems that he will wander for a long time, Wen Kuo suddenly feels bored, looks at the questions on the paper, doesn't know what he is thinking, after a while, he sinks his head into writing.

The questions on the paper were the amount of questions on the physics part of the comprehensive science paper. The time given by Lao Qiao was five to 10 minutes. Basically, Lao Qiao asked the first row of students to go down to collect the papers as soon as they stopped writing.

Wen Kuo stopped writing a little earlier than Jiang Peizhi, and he was in a hurry.

"Although you are very rude to my words, but I am generous, young master, let me let you feel the pleasure of physics No. 1."

Jiang Peizhi finally finished writing the last formula, and he stamped his pen: "Thank you, if the scoring system is correct, I should be number one in the city this time."

Wen Kuo: "..."

Don't be too rebellious.

Soon the class representative collected it, and he took the paper from Jiang Peizhi's hand and handed it in together.

Old Qiao didn't leave after collecting all the papers, but flipped through them one by one on the podium. Wen Kuo had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when Old Qiao turned over some two cards, he paused and pulled them out.

"Wen Kuo, can we take some time to practice calligraphy well, look at me, look at my hair, it's falling out."

A class of students burst out laughing instantly.

Wen Kuo is well-known in the main campus, and Jiang Peizhi from the branch school is as well-known as Wen Kuo, and Wen Kuo is the only one who is more famous than Wen Kuo and Jiang Peizhi.

No one knows, no one knows, seeing the words as if they are face to face, thrilling, ugly like an unjust case, almost caused the Chinese teacher to have a cerebral hemorrhage several times at a young age.

Old Qiao took out the paper below, and his heart attack finally eased a little. The neat and beautiful formulas formed a sharp contrast with the paper below with flying letters.

He said: "Learn well with your new deskmate. If you really can't do it, you will have two hard pen calligraphy one-on-one help groups... Whoever can bring your calligraphy together will be my benefactor."

Wen Kuo: "..."

After the old Qiao taunted him, he patted his ass and left, leaving Wen Kuo's hair sizzling with anger.

There was still an hour of self-study, and some students began to seamlessly write the set of questions given by the English teacher in the morning.

And some students were still stretching their waists to drink water, chatting in low voices, and glanced at the windows behind them from time to time.

Zhao Jiaxu turned around and said, "Well, Master Jiang, we also distributed a set of English papers in the morning. If you don't have one, why don't you watch me do it? Write the answers on the paper, and Sister Hua will explain this set in class tomorrow."

Wen Kuo tapped his fingers on the table, thinking to himself, Zhao Jiaxu, do you deserve a beating? Can you stop talking to this impolite bking? Besides, Master Jiang?Jianggou is almost the same!

But he still imitated Jiang Peizhi and said: "Thank you, but I can just use the papers at the same table. He is kind-hearted and will definitely lend me the papers."

Zhao Jiaxu: "..."

This sentence should be ironic with Liu Dayan's words...?

Then he said: "It's okay, I just don't need it right now, I'll write when I go back tonight..."

"No, thanks."

Wen Kuo stretched out his hand and took out the paper from the belly of the table next to him.

"There is."

Zhao Jiaxu: "..."

Understood.

Wen Kuo turned his head and looked at the people beside him: "I'm right, Wen Kuo is handsome and kind-hearted, how can he not help with such a small matter?"

Zhao Jiaxu turned around.

This Lord Jiang is still a man of temperament.

Jiang Peizhi really didn't want to talk to him, so he said word by word: "Give me the phone."

Wen Kuo: "?" He fumbled in his pocket up and down, but couldn't find it. The voice next to him reminded him coldly: "Schoolbag."

He opened the schoolbag from the belly of the table, found it in a mezzanine, held it in his hand, straightened his waist, and stuffed it into his pocket again.

"No, hold on, in case you have unruly things about my body, I can keep you back."

Jiang Peizhi: "Are you sure?"

"nonsense."

Jiang Peizhi stopped talking, and reached out his hand to take out the question from the belly of the table in front of him. Wen Kuo took a closer look at the English competition question, then turned his gaze, and when he saw Jiang Peizhi, he stopped in this posture. The next second , a sentence passed into his ears:

"Please."

Wen Kuo looked puzzled.

"Next time don't use my body to do stupid things and say stupid things."

Young Master Wen was at a loss for words. After the person next to him sat upright, he paused for a while, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Who cares."

The person next to him didn't even give him a look.

Wen Kuo picked up the gel pen on the table and began to write questions on the paper. First, he wrote Jiang Peizhi's name on the top, and then he started to look behind, and it split after just two seconds.

This paper has cloze essays and options on two pages.

The nib of Wen Kuo's pen was hanging on the surface of the scroll, and he couldn't put his hand down for a long time, which made Young Master Wen feel uncomfortable.

So uncomfortable.

Asking him to do cloze and turn the pages was more uncomfortable than talking to Jiang Peizhi.

Three seconds later, Wen Kuo reached out and poked forward.

"Zhao Jiaxu, use your paper for me."

Zhao Jiaxu turned his head, with a look of two hundred and five who didn't quite understand: "Huh?"

"Give me the paper, the cloze essay and the options are separated, let me have a look."

Zhao Jiaxu nodded, expressing his understanding.

It is impossible for any high school student to reconcile with the two-page cloze. The best blessing for a high school student is always that you don't have to turn over the paper when you do the cloze.

Wen Kuo took the paper away, completely forgetting the firm tone when he said "Thank you, no need" just now, he glanced at Jiang Peizhi, and suddenly realized that he had poked a hole in the question at some point.

Jiang Peizhi had blue veins on his forehead, and he wanted to cover Wen Kuo's mouth.

Apparently, Young Master Wen didn't know it. He did the meeting questions leisurely, and felt a little thirsty. He sat up and looked at the clock in front of the classroom, trying to check the time, but he didn't know very well.

He asked casually, "Are you nearsighted?"

Jiang Peizhi: "Left eye 100, right eye 210."

Wen Kuo didn't say anything, and looked at it for a while, as if he vaguely remembered something.

He thought for a while, then asked, "Where are your glasses?"

Jiang Peizhi: "Schoolbag."

Wen Kuo took out a silver-white spectacle frame, put it on, and it became clear immediately. He looked at the pointer, and it was only nine o'clock in an hour.

nine o'clock.

Wen Kuo was shocked, did his mother tell him to go to Jinhai Garden to have dinner with his aunt and uncle after self-study at nine o'clock? ! !

day.

Wen Kuo said in his heart that putting Jiang Peizhi's body on Zhu Xuejin's shoulders today is really not the worst thing, the worst thing is still to come.

How could he eat with Jiang Peizhi's whole family with Jiang Peizhi's body on his back? ? ?

Young Master Wen was completely paralyzed. Just now Jiang Peizhi asked him if he wanted a mobile phone and he didn't give it... Is it too late to exchange it now?

There is one more hour of self-study.

Wen Kuo coughed lowly, trying to attract attention, but unfortunately, Jiang Pei knew that this bastard suffered from intermittent mental deafness, especially when he heard him speak, the deafness was more complete.

"Then what... do you still want a mobile phone?"

Jiang Peizhi: "No need."

"Then can you give me my mobile phone." Wen Kuo asked very politely, his voice was much softer.

Jiang Peizhi had no emotion: "What do you think?"

Wen Kuo: "..."

He was wondering if the chance of being laughed at would be lower than [-]% if he and Jiang Pei apologized now.

The answer is impossible.

Jiang Pei knew that this bastard would take the opportunity to respond to him, so if he took the initiative to apologize, wouldn't that mean writing "You laugh at me" in large characters on his forehead!

Wen Kuo was suffocated.

In fact, there are a few things that are true in those rumors that are flying all over the sky, that is, he and Jiang Peizhi are born at odds, from before to now, Wen Kuo has never had a good time with him.

The young master glanced at Jiang Peizhi listlessly, and after looking at it for a long time, he thought inwardly, I'm so fucking handsome.

"Eh."

He called out in a low voice.

"Say something."

"How can you give me your phone?"

Jiang Peizhi followed suit: "Why? Hold on, in case you have any unreasonable thoughts about my body, I can still hold back."

Wen Kuo: "..."

Do you dare to be more narrow-minded?

"Why should I have inappropriate thoughts about your body?!"

Jiang Peizhi: "So, why should I have unreasonable thoughts about your body?"

Wen Kuo shamelessly said, of course it was because I was handsome, and he replied: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please give me your phone, I have to ask my mother."

Jiang Peizhi threw out a sentence: "Auntie probably doesn't know if I have any unreasonable thoughts about your body."

?are you crazy.

Wen Kuo was annoyed, and lowered his voice: "My mother asked me to go out to have dinner with my aunt and uncle at night! I don't care about anything! Do you want to give it or not!"

Jiang Peizhi put a dot at the end of the English composition in his hand: "When you ask others, you should have a requesting attitude."

Wen Kuo: "Give me your phone, please."

"Call out, listen up."

Wen Kuo: "???"

Jiang Peizhi glanced at him, seeing his familiar face with an unbelievable look, he said again: "I owe you, it's my body that screamed, and I'll scream when I get back."

Then he threw the phone to him.

Wen Kuo was puzzled and stared blankly at his phone, so he owed Jiang Peizhi a brother?

so fucking...

The screen of the phone turned off and several WeChat messages were displayed, Wen Kuo quickly clicked on them.

mom:

Kuo Kuo, your little uncle said that he will pick you up at the school gate after you finish class, so don't take a taxi and go away by yourself.

mom:

Little uncle's license plate number is Huai Axxxxx, and it's a Porsche. Remember to look at it.

mom:

When I saw the news, I told my mother that my mother and father are going to Jinhai Garden first.

mom:

Ah yes, Mom will tell you in advance that my uncle saw you for the first time today, be more enthusiastic and chat with my uncle more, if my uncle gives you a red envelope, I will keep it, remember to add my uncle’s WeChat when the time comes, Ah, do you understand?

Wen Kuo didn't understand, and wished he hadn't heard it at all.

Let Jiang Peizhi gossip with his little uncle about family affairs, which is a bad idea. It's better for him to run home and say tomorrow that he forgot to come.

10 minute later.

Wen Kuo poked Jiang Peizhi: "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Peizhi: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll treat you to dinner, and I'll make an apology for you."

Jiang Peizhi obviously didn't accept it, he leaned against the wall: "Don't you think that you owe me a brother more to move me to have dinner with your aunt?"

Wen Kuo was exposed, and he was quite ashamed, he whispered: "It's up to you, then you go to Jinhai Garden with me to have dinner at night, and then chat with my little uncle and add WeChat or something."

Jiang Peizhi: "What about you?"

Wen Kuo: "I..." That's right, what should he do? !

Then he heard Jiang Peizhi's inconspicuous laugh, because it was too soft, more like a meaningless nasal sound, but Wen Kuo still felt that the dog was laughing at him.

Immediately lost his temper: "You control me!"

He stopped talking and typed in a dull manner.

FIRST:

Mom, I'll bring someone over for dinner tonight.

His mother came back quickly.

mom:

Who is it?

FIRST:

The son of Uncle Jiang's family.

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