CHAPTER 12- EASE

Early in the morning, the classroom smelled of food.

The school committee immersed himself in correcting the last two math problems, and looked around with his nose cocked: "Who shamelessly sneaked in fried chicken? Wouldn't you let us study at ease? Is it you Gao Tianyang!"

Gao Tianyang laughed wickedly, and took out a whole box of fried chicken from the table to show off: "Are you hungry? Want to eat? Take an English practice paper in exchange."

"Damn it!" There was yelling around, "I almost forgot there was English!"

"Hurry up, come here with a good heart!"

Yesterday, English teacher Yang Jing left them three practice papers as homework, with a total of 150 multiple-choice questions. Many people fell asleep before they could finish it, and they were screaming and screaming this morning.

"I knew you guys definitely didn't write it." Gao Tianyang turned his head while holding the box and said, "I also know that our commander-in-chief is better than English, so we must have finished writing it, so I even prepared the bribe."

He shouted and turned his head, but saw Sheng Wang from the back table lying on the table, the sleeves of the school uniform that he used to roll up to his elbows were put down, and they were hooped on his wrists honestly.

Most of the class was doing homework, but he seemed to be asleep.

"Hey?" Gao Tianyang took the fried chicken box and swayed around Shengwang, "Brother? Why are you sleepy before the morning class starts, brother, save your life before you get sleepy?"

Sheng Wang was still lying on his stomach, only freeing one hand to fumble around the table, and after a while he took out three papers and slapped them on the table.

"Thank you Lord Long En." Gao Tianyang put the fried chicken box on his table and said, "This is Xiao Zun's breakfast, do you want to try it?"

Sheng Wang said in a sullen voice, "Hold on."

"Why are you so nasal?" Gao Tianyang learned from the old Wu's accent, pinched his throat and said slowly, "Could it be that you are crying?"

Sheng Wang raised his head silently and looked at him blankly: "Cry your grandma."

The moment he raised his head, Gao Tianyang took away the demon's finger: "What the hell? You look so bad, are you sick?"

"It seems a little bit. I forgot to turn up the air conditioner at night."

"It's just like you?" Gao Tianyang said angrily, "It's all written on your face, do you want to go to the infirmary to get some medicine?"

"Where is the infirmary?" Sheng Wang asked.

The classrooms are crowded, and the air-conditioning has always been very strong. He felt uncomfortable going out in the morning, and it got worse after lying there for a while. The voice was lazy and hoarse.

Gao Tianyang said: "There is a slope at the west gate of the school, and up the steps is the infirmary."

Sheng Wang: "Where is Xi?"

"..."

Gao Tianyang scratched his ears and happened to see someone passing by, so he took a handful and said, "Brother Tim, where is Xi?"

It is common for Jiang Tian to be called to the office before class in the morning. There are always many teachers looking for him, and everyone is used to it. He put a stack of papers brought from the office on the table of the Academic Committee, turned around and asked Gao Tianyang, "What is what?"

Sheng Wang glanced at him, which happened to collide with Jiang Tian's downcast eyes.

Perhaps because of the incident in the morning, the eyes of the two were closed at the touch of a button.

Gao Tianyang was unaware of such subtle details, and was still talking to Jiang Tian: "Xibai from east, west, north and south. I just told Shengwang about the west gate of the school, but he asked me where the west was, and he asked me directly."

Sheng Wang didn't raise his eyes again, his eyelids drooped and he looked sleepy. Sick people are always in low spirits, especially in him.

Outside the classroom, thunder was rolling, and the sky was dark. The lights were on in the classroom, and Jiang Tian's shadow fell on his desk, a dark gray overlapping mass.

"Xizai—" Gao Tianyang stretched out his hand, trying to point in that direction.

Before he could find the exact location, Sheng Wang heard Jiang Tian say, "That gate of joy."

He always speaks in a low volume, low and low, with a little hoarseness left at the end of the voice-changing period, falling from the top of his head.

Sheng Wang made an "oh" and nodded to show that he understood.

But Gao Tianyang didn't react: "What joy?"

After a few seconds, he suddenly realized: "Ah, I remembered, yes, the convenience store at Ximen is called Xile, but I don't go there often, so I buy two bottles of water there for gym class, and it's closer to the playground. You know what?"

Sheng Wang seemed to be falling asleep again, and after a few seconds he said, "I ate there."

"How can I still eat there?" Gao Tianyang has always been running very fast as a sports committee member. Although he often complained that the animals in the first grade took up the canteen, he was able to grab food every day and never felt squeezed out. The bitterness of convenience stores.

"Yeah." Sheng Wang responded.

This time, even Gao Tianyang's rough nerves sensed something was wrong.

While Sheng Wang didn't look up, he secretly pointed to his head, and silently said to Jiang Tian with an exaggerated mouth: "I seem to be in a bad mood, don't know which idiot is offending him.

After finishing speaking, he found that Jiang Tian didn't mean to gesture with him, and just looked at him blankly.

Gao Tianyang continued to exaggerately "speak": Why are you pulling your face? Am I being too ugly?

Before Jiang Tian could respond, he suddenly felt blessed: No... You are the one who caused it, right?

To die, he scolded Jiang Tian for being a fool.

Gao Tianyang's face immediately became brilliant, he looked at Jiang Tian's face, and tentatively said: Is it really you who caused it?

Based on Gao Tianyang's understanding of Jiang Tian, ​​he would definitely nod if he really provoked him, and he would definitely say "what does it have to do with me" if he didn't provoked him.

But this time, Jiang Tian only looked at Sheng Wang without saying a word.

See the hell!

Gao Tianyang muttered, not daring to say more.

He poked Sheng Wang, who was drowsy again: "Everyone knows where Ximen is. Will you make time to go to the infirmary later?"

"It's too far, don't go." Sheng Wang sniffed, and the feeling of being blocked made him frown irritably.

He turned up the collar of the school uniform and pulled over the open front again, pulling the zipper all the way to the end.

The collar of the attached middle school uniform was dark blue, and when it stood up completely, it covered the small half of his face below the tip of his nose, making his skin pale.

He grabbed the zipper puller around his neck, pulled his sleeves back on the table, and said vaguely, "Call me in class."

However, Gao Tianyang and Jiang Tian, ​​two bastards, did not call him in class.

Two classes in the morning were English classes, and they were about 150 practice questions from last night. The English teacher, Yang Jing, was originally tall and liked to walk on stilts, standing on the podium with stiletto heels, and the real-time dynamics of the more than 40 people in the class could be seen in full view.

She saw Sheng Wang at a glance, and clasped her index finger on the podium and said, "Why? The one who is lying on his stomach is so arrogant because of his high English score?"

Hearing this, the whole class looked over.

Gao Tianyang raised his hand in the face of countless eyes, and Yang Jing raised his chin at him: "Tell me."

"He's sick." Gao Tianyang explained.

"Oh." Yang Jing nodded and said, "That's fine, just lie on your stomach. Please tell him when he wakes up, and come to me for an interview at lunch break."

Gao Tianyang: "..."

What kind of joke is that when talking to Yang Jing? This lady is so fierce that the principal is afraid.

In the weekly test last week, the radio was broken during the English listening session, which wasted 20 minutes of students' time. The vice-principal and Xu Dazui from the Political and Educational Office are in charge of patrolling the second year of high school. The two middle-aged men were stunned by Yang Jing's blockage in the corridor for ten minutes. Without saying a word, they sweated out. They were still borrowing tissues from the monitor of class A by the window.

Gao Tianyang regretted it and said, "Then why don't you call him up."

Yang Jing raised her eyebrows and said, "You dare to call."

Gao Tianyang retracted into his school uniform and said, "Forget it."

Sister Jing's temper has always been unreasonable. Class A classmates are afraid and love her, and no one dares to provoke her.

Yang Jing reached out to a boy in the front row and said, "Come on, give me the paper."

That boy's name is Qi Jiahao, the representative of the English class of Class A. He has a good face, and he is very tall. He should never sit in front of him because of his body shape. But his eyesight was so poor that after a month of grinding with the head teacher, he finally grinded himself to the first row.

Yang Jing did not like the use case papers in class, so she used the papers from the class representatives every time.

For Qi Jiahao, being requisitioned by Yang Jing is an extremely exciting thing, because all the mistakes will be exposed under her nose. But on the other hand, he felt that he had been treated special and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Qi Jiahao handed over the paper, Yang Jing glanced at it and suddenly changed her mind: "Forget it, I'll let you go today, and someone else will requisition it."

Everyone's scalp tightened, and they lowered their heads, for fear that Sister Jing would take a look at themselves in the crowd.

Every time this lady encounters a wrong problem with a paper, she must pick up Qi Jiahao and fight him. It is not enough to fight him. She also needs to get up one by one to talk about grammar and answering ideas. There are more than 40 people in the class, and more than 30 people can stand in her class.

She raised her head, looked around Sheng Wang twice, and finally landed on his back table: "Jiang Tian."

The whole class breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then looked over in a uniform manner.

Jiang Tian will always have that face, and he is not at all embarrassed. He picked up the paper on the table and was about to lift his foot when he heard Yang Jing say, "Give me the paper from the person in front of you."

Jiang Tian glanced at the top of Shengwang's head in front of him and said, "The rolls are in the belly of the table, he's blocking it."

Yang Jing said, "Oh, then take it out."

"..."

Jiang Tian was not from the Political and Religious Affairs Department, and had never practiced the ability to dig people's stomachs. He propped up the table and looked at the unconscious person in front of him, a little headache.

He looked at Yang Jing, walked to Sheng Wang's side and stretched out his hand into the belly of the table.

Sheng Wang's school uniform looked tightly blocked, but the edges were actually empty. When Jiang Tian's arm brushed the folds of the fabric, a thought suddenly popped into his mind—

This guy is really thin.

He felt the three papers in the belly of the table, and was about to take them out, when someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

I saw the person lying on the table moved, and raised his head from his right elbow. The hair on his forehead was slightly messed up, and his eyes were half-open, with a shallow light in them.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Wang asked, with a hint of impatience in his hoarse and sleepy voice.

Jiang Tian curled his fingers.

He glanced at Yang Jing on the podium, and said to Sheng Wang in a low voice, "Class is over."

After speaking, he pulled out his hand and stood up straight, and handed the paper to Yang Jing.

Sheng Wang slumped with his head down for three seconds, then sat up, covering his face with one hand and leaning against the table behind him, and asked vaguely, "How long have you been on?"

Jiang Tian's voice came from behind his ears, and even if he lowered his voice, he couldn't change the cool texture: "40 minutes."

Sheng Wang looked confused: "???"

Until Yang Jing shook his paper and said, "As a general class representative, there are 4 to 5 wrong questions in this practice paper. I don't know if Sheng Wang can match."

Qi Jiahao glanced in this direction.

Yang Jing said, "Okay, let's look at the first question."

Sheng Wang digested it for a while, and finally understood that this was the beginning of the class.

He sat for a moment with a sullen face, took out the mobile phone in the table, called up Jiang Tian's WeChat account, and sent him 50 blank eyes.

Canned: Are you short on beatings???

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