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Chapter 13 You pry it open, I promise it's all you.

"Report!" At the door of the office, Qin Jin knocked on the door holding the [-]-word self-criticism written in his hand.

Fang Jingwen didn't even raise his head, and replied, "Come in."

Qin Jin handed the things in his hand to Fang Jingwen: "Director Fang, it's finished."

"En." Fang Jingwen reached out to take it, shook his hand and looked at the ten lines. Qin Jin's handwriting is good, just like himself, clean and neat, and it belongs to the kind that makes people feel pleasing at a glance. type.

"It's okay, I'm going back to the classroom."

"Wait!" Fang Jingwen stopped him, stood up and walked to the bookcase, picked up the stack of history workbooks and handed them to him: "Take this back to the class and distribute it one by one."

Before Qin Jin could react, there was this thick pile of heavy objects in his hands. He hummed, turned and walked outside.Before going out of the room, he almost bumped into someone who was walking towards him.

"Hey, Xiao Fang... Ouch!" The person who came was the vice-principal in charge of education, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a standard Chinese character face, and a rather affluent figure. Qin Jin, who was walking towards him, bumped into him.

Qin Jin didn't know him, so he could only step aside: "I'm sorry, teacher."

"Oh, be careful! Tell me about you students, you don't even look when you walk..." The vice principal frowned, turned around and was about to teach a few words, but suddenly stopped when he saw Qin Jin's face clearly. end.He swished his glasses and looked Qin Jin from head to toe, as if he had discovered a new world: "Yo! You are! You are Qin Jin, right?"

Qin Jin was very uncomfortable being stared at, so he had to take a step back: "Yes, teacher."

"Oh! Tut tut! It's just different, different!" The vice principal patted him on the shoulder, smiling like a blooming flower: "It looks different from these monkey cubs!"

With Qin Jin's grades and performance in junior high school, there is absolutely no problem entering the top Peiyou class in No. [-] Middle School.However, the luck was bad, there was an accident before the high school entrance examination, the Sixth High School was lucky to pick up a big deal, and several school leaders woke up laughing from their dreams when they heard the news.

If Qin Jin successfully graduates from No. 50 Middle School, Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School is very likely to be the first champion in the college entrance examination since the school was founded [-] years ago.

Such students, they must not give up——

The vice-principal looked at Qin Jin with a smile: "Are you the monitor in your class? Or the study committee member? Or, the representative of the history class?"

Qin Jin shook his head: "Not at all."

"Yo! Why is it not? How did your teacher choose the head of the class? How can an outstanding student like you not be one!" The vice principal frowned, and said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Who is your head teacher? "

Qin Jin has never been good at dealing with older people, especially the school leaders or teachers, if they can keep silent, let alone this person is asking such questions in front of Fang Jingwen.

It was so embarrassing.

Fang Jingwen made a cup of tea for the vice-principal, and said, "Principal Liu, their head teacher is Teacher Lin, and you arranged the class yourself."

"Oh—!" the vice-principal slapped his head, suddenly realizing: "Look at my memory! It's Xiao Lin."

"Principal Liu, Director Fang, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first." He really couldn't stay any longer.

"Don't worry, I have something to tell you." The vice principal stopped him, took a sip from his teacup, and said, "I heard that you and that Meng Qin grew up together? "

Qin Jin hummed: "We are neighbors."

"So—" the vice-principal pondered for a moment, turned his gaze between Fang Jingwen and Qin Jin, then cleared his throat and said, "Student Qin Jin, the teacher is not trying to speak ill of any student, but you also know Yes, Meng Qinshi has never been very obedient, and his grades were not very good, but you are different, you have good grades, and you performed very well in the previous junior high school..."

"Principal Liu, I don't know what you mean by that." Qin Jin interrupted him coldly.

The vice principal smiled awkwardly: "Oh, what's the point of me. I just want to remind you that you are different."

"It's different." Qin Jin didn't give him face at all. He held a stack of exercise books, stood in the backlight and looked at the other side of the sofa: "We are all students, and we should be treated fairly by the teacher, not based on grades. high and low."

"Hey, you kid—how do you talk." The vice principal became upset, and his tone increased a little: "Students like Meng Qinshi and the others are used to being ignorant and incapable of learning. Your parents explain?"

"Principal, he..."

"Qin Jin," Fang Jingwen, who was silent at the side, suddenly opened his mouth. He raised his chin towards Qin Jin: "I'm not going to hand out the exercise book yet. I'll use it in class after the break."

Later, Fang Jingwen turned his head to look at the vice principal, and wrote casually: "Principal Liu, let him go first, I have to go to class in 10 minutes, what do you think?"

The vice-principal sat on the sofa, exhaled foul breath, and waved at Qin Jin: "Go, we'll talk about your problem next time."

"Goodbye, two teachers." Qin Jin turned around and strode towards the door of the office.

There was a slender figure by the door before Qin Jin stepped out of the office door and turned into the other end of the corridor.Out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a corner of his clothes, but he could recognize that it was the white T-shirt Meng Qin was wearing this morning.

How much did the idiot hear?Qin Jin thought about it silently in his heart, but then he thought that this guy was used to being careless, so he probably wouldn't take these teacher's careless words to heart.

The oncoming autumn wind rolled up the red maple leaves on the campus, circling and falling at Qin Jin's feet. He was walking back to the classroom facing the sun, only to feel that the stack of exercise books in his hand was really heavy.

After he left, the vice-principal threw the teacup heavily on the desk, and then let out a long sigh: "Tell me! Why are these students so difficult to manage now? Why don't you listen to him for his own good?"

Fang Jingwen was busy catching up with the lesson plans, and didn't have time to listen to the vice-principal's complaints, so he responded perfunctorily: "Students now have their own ideas."

"My own thoughts?" The vice-principal frowned even tighter, and even spit out his saliva when he spoke: "Look at the few who hang out with Meng Qinshi, sophomores, who play rock and roll, one by one They all look like social youths, how can they look like students?"

"Don't get excited." Fang Jingwen calmly picked up a book and put it in front of him, covering up the vice principal's saliva attack.

The man continued to point as if he hadn't noticed it: "Tell me, what do they look like? They study all day and don't work hard. They know how to fool around and play fools. Students like Qin Jin are very important to our school. They say that it is a rare treasure in a thousand years. If his grades decline here, he will not be able to get into a good university later, and he will be depraved. Xiao Fang, tell me! How can we explain to his parents and the leaders of the bureau? ?”

"At that time, public opinion will overwhelm our Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School! How can we meet people? However, if he graduates from the No. [-] Middle School safely and is admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, then our school will look good."

Fang Jingwen didn't bother to pay attention to him, he just said kindly twice, with a completely absent-minded attitude.It's just that because of the position of the vice-principal, I don't want to make a bad face. I just hope to ring the bell early so that he can be freed.

However, Qin Jin seemed to have overestimated Meng Qinshi's psychological endurance. The whole day, this man glanced at him countless times, each time with expectant and restrained eyes, just like an abandoned little daughter-in-law.

Obviously he was tricked by him, why is he still wronged now?Qin Jin only found it funny and annoyed.

This state lasted until after school. Several girls surrounded Qin Jin and went out of the school together. The girls had enthusiastic smiles on their faces and asked questions in a hurry. God's WeChat ID.Although Qin Jin was impatient, he didn't want to get angry at others, so he walked out with a cold face.

Meng Qinshi's motorcycle was parked on the road opposite the school gate. He himself was leaning on the back seat of the car, with his black schoolbag hanging on his right shoulder, and he aimed at Qin Jin intentionally or unintentionally.

I can't stand it!

Qin Jin couldn't help but rolled his eyes, strode across the zebra crossing, and stood in front of him: "What are you doing? Are you acting like a wronged little wife?"

"How could I..." The corners of Meng Qinshi's mouth raised uncontrollably, and he lowered his head with a dejected expression: "Isn't it, the principal has spoken."

"What?" Qin Jin's voice raised a little, and he frowned and looked at Meng Qin: "What did the principal say?"

Meng Qinshi snorted like a mosquito and said, "We are different, let you stay away from me or something."

When the setting sun fell on Meng Qinshi's short fluffy hair, it cast a thin layer of light on his handsome facial contours. This aggrieved appearance——

"Meng Doubao, I really want to..." Qin Jin stretched out his hand and patted his head hard, his voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth: "Pry open your head and see what's inside!"

Meng Qinshi took a hard hit, scratched his head, and then smiled with his mouth parted, his eyes sparkling with fragments of light.He stood under the maple tree, put one hand in his trouser pocket, put the other on Qin Jin's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "What can you hold, you pry it open, I promise it's all you."

"Get out!" Qin Jin pushed him away and walked towards the bus station.

"Hey, where are you going?" Meng Qinshi trotted two steps to catch up and stopped him: "Go home together?"

Qin Jin glanced at him indifferently: "Keep your distance, the principal has spoken."

"This... no, I don't agree!" Meng Qinshi grabbed his arm and frowned.

Qin Jin: "You don't listen to the principal's words?"

"Why should I listen to him? Who is he?" Meng Qinshi returned to normal in an instant, looking flamboyant and reckless.

Qin Jin sneered, and said coldly, "If you don't listen, I will."

"No, don't listen!" Meng Qinshi stalked like a child.

Qin Jin pulled his arm from his hand: "Why do you tell me not to listen?"

Control the sky and the earth, and care whether you are obedient or not?After Qin Jin finished speaking, he bypassed the tall figure standing in front of him and continued walking towards the bus stop sign.

Meng Qinshi gritted his teeth and followed quickly: "Okay, then I'll take the bus with you!"

Qin Jin glanced at him: "Who wants you to follow?"

"I'll follow, I don't care." Meng Qinshi stuck to Qin Jin like a rascal and got on the bus all the way.

The position by the window had a good view, and the oncoming wind blew Qin Jin's bangs on his forehead. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the raging sunset not far away.

"Hey, Xiao Jin..." Meng Qinshi touched him with his arm.

Qin Jin responded, "What's the matter?"

"Then what, do I really affect you?" Meng Qinshi lowered his head, subdued his usual ruffian, and looked very serious.

"Of course." Qin Jin replied without hesitation.

Meng Qinshi lowered his eyebrows: "Oh, then I...how about I think of a way?"

"What way?" Qin Jin asked him.

Meng Qinshi thought about it seriously for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."

Qin Jin didn't speak, and connected the earphones on his own, clicked on Kugou Music casually, and then put the earphone on his right ear into Meng Qinshi's ear: "Then shut up and don't talk."

The two remained silent until they got out of the car. It was autumn and it was getting dark early. The street lamps along the way were lit up one by one, and a row of food stalls at the intersection was already full.The air is filled with the greasy smell of fried skewers, the faint aroma of desserts, and the white mist when Malatang is boiled.

Walking to the gate of his own building, Qin Jin stopped suddenly, turned around and said to Meng Qin, "Forget it."

"Ah? What?" Meng Qinshi was bewildered.

Qin Jin said, "It doesn't affect much."

His voice was very soft, and when the wind blew it away, Meng Qinshi, who was standing opposite him, couldn't hear him clearly, so he raised his voice and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said," Qin Jin paused, "do you still remember your motorcycle?"

Meng Qinshi was struck by lightning, he took a step back and exclaimed: "Fuck! I forgot!!!"

Like a gust of wind, the 17-year-old boy passed Qin Jin quickly, and ran towards the entrance of the alley without looking back.