Gu Fei raised her eyebrows, took off the headphones, and looked over at Jiang Yan.

This kid is really a stabber, and none of the stabbers have converged because of being in an unfamiliar new environment.

He looked at Zhou Jing in front of him with interest, Zhou Jing still opened his mouth in shock, if he had not eaten the eggs, he would like to put one in his mouth.

However, Jiang Yan's foot is still picky. Zhou Jing is an annoying boy who has no temper and can't knead. If this foot is changed ... Gu Fei glanced to the right, then it should be hit now .

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Lao Xu patted the podium. "What about class and class, what are you doing, Gu Fei?"

Gu Fei froze, pointed his finger at himself, and said, "I?"

"Isn't it you!" Lao Xu said, "You should be so anxious when you finish eating early!"

The people around the table laughed. Gu Fei was happy without holding back, and turned to look at Jiang Yan.

"What do you think he is doing," Lao Xu pointed at him, "their achievements have left you 874 streets!"

"Yo--" Banry suddenly cried.

"Learn-bully-''

"Lao Xu is looking for a key training target—"

Gu Fei sighed. The IQ of Lao Xu seemed to be an innocent intern teacher who had never taught a bad class. With this sentence, Jiang Yi could set a three-foot-high Kaner in this class.

Jiang Yan looked at Lao Xu, and sincerely suspected that this man was sent by his mother to torture his undercover.

Although he was not afraid of all kinds of provocations, and hasn't lost his temper even now, he didn't want to be praised by the class teacher for his good grades in a class where he can see a garbled character at a glance.

It's ironic to learn the word Ba.

"Okay," Lao Xu cleared his throat, "continuing class ... we just talked about ..."

Lao Xu hadn't heard what Jiang Yan had said on the podium before, but now he was too lazy to listen to it. He lay on the table and took out his mobile phone.

In the past, at school, every time I played a mobile phone, I was like a thief. The ringtone was muted and the media was muted. After I plugged in the headset, I had to pass through the sleeve to cover my ears and listen.

A lot of confiscated mobile phones in the class teacher's drawer resemble the stall where second-hand mobile phones were collected.

The fourth middle school is not the same. Jiang Yan glanced over to Gu Fei. He had already taken the mobile phone to the desktop and supported it with a stand. The earphones were obviously plugged in his ears and he leaned on the chair with his arms. Watch the video on your back.

Jiang Yan was lying on the table. On the podium, Lao Xu was like reading the scriptures, and those around him were like reading the scriptures. He was confused and confused for half a lesson. He was really bored. He sent a message to Pan Zhi .

-grandson.

Pan Zhi returned quickly.

-Grandpa, what class are you in? Do you have time?

-Chinese, how about you

-English, old donkey surprise test

-It's not a formal exam.

-I ca n’t answer a single question, what else does the old donkey say to find out, I feel he has yin | hair!

Pan Zhi also sent a picture along with this message. Jiang Yan took a sigh and sighed. This is a one-page multiple-choice question. The shooting angle is very tricky. At first glance, he was taking a sneak shot at the risk of goodbye to the mobile phone during the summer vacation.

He looked at the time, zoomed in the picture, took the pen, and quickly wrote the answer in the book while looking at the question. Just after writing no two questions, Pan Zhi sent three pictures in succession. He glanced at it a little. I'm speechless, ah, this is all over the multiple choice questions on the paper.

-Wait

He replied to Pan Zhi and continued to read the question.

In fact, it is not difficult. I can guess almost the same, and I don't know why Pan Zhi couldn't write a question.

It was still noisy all around. Jiang Ai admired Lao Xu's ability to bear it a little, maybe the teachers who used to teach the bad class had a strong tolerance.

He still remembered that the chemistry teacher in their class during the freshman year was not very attractive. Some people were chatting in the classroom. The voices were not as good as those heard in his ears. She cried angrily. To change here, she had to cry into a transparent glass flower.

Look at the old Xu Duo Niubi.

While writing the answer, Jiang Yan looked up at Lao Xu, letting you sleep and chat, as long as you didn't stand up and dance, he didn't stop.

Alas.

Pan Zhi only sent a multiple-choice question. He didn't take long to finish it. He typed the answer into the chat box to Pan Zhifa and looked at the time. It was a few minutes before the end of the class, which was enough for him to copy it.

As for other questions ... Pan Zhi has always been too lazy to write, sometimes he is too lazy to copy.

After sending the message, he bored and opened the circle of friends with his mobile phone, slowly swiped down, and saw Jiang Yijun ... A photo taken by his dear big brother yesterday, like a family eating out, seeing in the background Mom and dad, the family was happy, and he suddenly felt a block in his heart, and suddenly had a strange reaction to vomiting.

After blocking all four of the family, he put the phone back in his pocket.

When I was about to look up, something fell on his head. After waiting for another reaction, it was just like a stone thrown on his head.

Then he saw a white ash, and at the same time he smelled the wall ash.

"Fuck?" He looked up in surprise.

On the table was a large piece of gray-white wall skin, and large pieces shattered the table.

Jiang Yan couldn't think of anything else. The first reaction was to pat his head, and then glanced at Gu Fei's head next to him.

Gu Fei's mobile phone was still on the table. What was on the screen was no longer visible. A layer of gray wall fell on his head, and his face was all white and gray. However, he still kept his previous posture. Holding arms.

Just look a bit ugly.

Jiang Yan looked up at the ceiling. The piece of wall covering on their heads had fallen off, and it was estimated that a strip of wood was exposed on them and on the table ... it was really an old house.

When he looked back at the table, he saw a small black stone in the corner of the table that should not be part of the wall.

The bell was ringing at this time. Lao Xu put the textbooks together: "Okay, after class ... is the wall off again? Who is on duty today? Sweep it."

As soon as Lao Xu went out, the classroom was violently coaxed, and everyone looked at the last row.

Jiang Yan made his judgment at this moment. Those little stones, the somber face of Gu Fei, and those who stood up when the bell rang, said "Good show opening" on their faces. ...... The wall skin usually falls down by itself, but this time, it certainly wasn't the fall.

Sitting still, he touched the tissue from his pocket and slowly swept the dust from the table to the ground.

In this situation without goals, he can easily control his anger.

Gu Fei pushed the table and stood up, took off his coat and shook it a few times, raising his eyes and squinting at Wang Xu.

"Dafei, I'm sorry," Wang Xu had got up, slap his arm on his shoulder, and patted him on the jacket. "Go, go to the store, and ask for a drink."

Gu Fei shook off his arm and wore a coat to go out through the back door of the classroom.

Wang Xu quickly followed, and walked side by side with him when he descended the stairs: "Hey, Da Fei, I really hurt myself."

"Um." Gu Fei answered, he was too lazy to talk to Wang Xuduo, a gray head made him very unhappy, and just lost his eyes.

"My **** just wanted to give the kid some power," Wang Xu said. "A transfer student, his mother was so arrogant on the first day of class. He didn't know where there were rules if he didn't pack him! "

Gu Fei didn't speak, and turned left after going down the first floor.

"Ah, the store," Wang Xu said, "where are you going?"

"Pee." Gu Fei said.

"Do you pee and go to the toilet over the teacher? So far." Wang Xu said.

"Few people," Gu Fei said.

"There's so much more peeing ... then I'll bring you a bottle of milk tea," Wang Xu said, "assam?"

"Drink it yourself." Gu Fei said a little over his head.

"Then Assam!" Wang Xu said.

Gu Fei sighed.

The toilet on the playground side is close to the teacher's office. Normally, students are not willing to come over. Actually, there are not many teachers here. There are toilets in the office building, so it is very clean here.

Gu Fei felt the cigarette out of his pocket, and nodded as he walked in, just took a sip, and a door next to it opened, and Lao Xu came out of it.

"General Xu." Gu Fei said vaguely with a cigarette.

"You have to run to the teacher's toilet to smoke something!" Lao Xu pointed at him with a low voice. "You protest! Who is the demonstration to?"

"What kind of prestige can you show by smoking a cigarette?" Gu Fei laughed and stood in front of the urinal. "I show you a demonstration, are you afraid of me?"

"I'll serve you," Lao Xu came over, pointing at his cigarette, "Oh!"

Gu Fei sighed, returned to the back and put the cigarette into the squat pit at the back, and then pinched his pants to look at Lao Xu: "I'm going to pee now."

Old Xu sighed and turned to walk outside the toilet.

Gu Fei unzipped the bird and started urinating. He suddenly stopped and said, "That Jiang Yan ..."

Because the distance is a little far away, Lao Xu's voice is very loud, and he resonates very vigorously in the toilet.

"I **** ..." Gu Fei propped up the wall, he made Lao Xu's throat startled, almost no urine shoes, "Could you wait for a while!"

Old Xu went out.

Gu Fei pulled the zipper, lit a cigarette again, and entered a squatting pit to close the door and smoke.

He is willing to come here for one of the most important reasons besides being clean. The toilet here is small.

Lao Xu is actually a very serious teacher in his bones, but unfortunately he does n’t have a good class. No one is willing to listen to his class. As a class teacher, the emotional intelligence is not enough for two or two, so no matter how hard he works with the students, no one buys him. Account.

Gu Fei is tired for him sometimes.

When he was out of the toilet, Lao Xu stood in the snow outside waiting for him.

"Will you find another seat for him?" Gu Feila pulled the collar.

"Unwilling to be at the same table with him? Or unwilling to have the same table?" Lao Xu looked at him, "Gu Fei, you're always so out of place."

"Don't analyze me," Gu Fei said, "the analysis was not done once every two years."

"Break it up again, this is just the first day," Lao Xu smiled. "This Jiang Yan ... the academic performance is really good, you can be a little better affected by him at the same table."

Good grade? positive effect?

Gu Fei recalled Jiang Yan who was playing on his mobile phone for a whole lesson. He was not too acceptable about Lao Xu's "good grade" conclusion.

"It's time for class." Gu Fei said.

"Go back to the classroom," Lao Xu said, "run in again."

When Gu Fei returned to the classroom, he met Wang Xu at the stairs on the third floor. Wang Xu handed him a bottle of milk tea.

"Thank you." Gu Fei took milk tea and entered the classroom.

Today the second quarter is English. The English teacher has a bad temper and has a loud voice. Although he has no prestige among the students like Lao Xu, he can't carry him, he has a lot of tricks, he doesn't look like he scolds for half an hour, and he talks with the students. After the fight, we have the courage to fight against all thorns and never shrink back, so there is nothing particularly hot and bloody, and we generally don't provoke him, and we enter the classroom after the bell rings.

The table was cleaned up, but it was probably not Jiang Yan who cleaned it up. When Gu Fei came over, he saw Yi Jing taking the rag away.

"Thank you." Gu Fei said.

"It's nothing," Yi Jing gathered her hair and smiled. "I'm on duty today."

Gu Fei sat back in his seat and glanced at Jiang Yan, who sat quietly, leaning on a chair and looking at the blackboard.

He took out his mobile phone and planned to find out the movies that he hadn't watched before and continue watching.

Just opened the video, Jiang Yan suddenly stood up.

And he copied the chair by hand, holding a long broom in the other hand.

Gu Fei froze and quickly glanced over to Wang Xu. Wang Xu just sat down and was talking to the same table.

He frowned. Is this something to do?

This person is called Wang Xu. Except Gu Fei, this is the second name that Jiang Yan wrote down in this class.

Wang Xu's seat was separated from his seat by a table. The tables and chairs in the classroom were arranged very closely. It was a bit troublesome to walk around Wang Xu with an iron chair and walk around the podium.

So he lowered his chair and said to the two people at the table next to him, "Jean."

The two looked at him somewhat inexplicably, but still stood up and let him squeeze from behind.

After passing, he dragged one of the chairs out of the way.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The man shouted.

Jiang Yan looked back at him, the man glared at him for two seconds, and did not speak again.

The whole class looked at it, and Wang Xu also understood that it was for him, and stood up arrogantly: "Oh, do you want to make a scoop for me? Come on, Xueba opens eyes for everyone ..."

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, put the chair next to his seat, and then took a few steps back slowly, holding up his long broom, the broom flew towards the ceiling like a javelin, accurately A poke on the ceiling above Wang Xu's head.

Wang Xu had already reacted when Jiang Yanyang's hand, but when he turned to leave the seat, he was blocked by the chair next to his leg. When he wanted to kick the chair out, the broom and a large wall had already Smashed it down.

His head and table suddenly turned white and gray.

After a brief silence, the squad screamed and laughed, and someone stomped at the table, all of a sudden chaos.

"I **** | your mother!" Wang Xu yelled, and opened the chair and rushed out.

Jiang Yan didn't hide either, he stood still and waited for him to come. He didn't need to aim at the open door, he could blow the nosebleed with one punch.

"What!" A roar suddenly came from the classroom door.

This roar was probably the most powerful roar that Jiang Yan had ever heard in his life. Persevering in Changhong, he went straight to the sky, scared that he almost rushed towards Wang Xu.

"What are you doing!" A middle-aged male teacher rushed over with a whip, and the whip rushed to Jiang Yan first, "Which class do you do! Come on!"

Without waiting for Jiang Yan to answer, his pointer poked at Wang Xu's face again: "You! Ears are creaking underneath! Let's hear the bell in class, can't you hear it! Are you deaf! I'm here now Can you hear me clearly! Can you! Can you! "

Then he didn't wait for Wang Xu to speak, and the pointer pointed at the people around him: "Wait for watching the show, right? How about I give you a stage! Let's applaud! Papapa! Come!"

After this pass, the people in the class calmed down, and Wang Xu stared. He didn't mean to continue to rush over. Jiang Yan looked up at the ceiling with anxiety, and always felt that the teacher roared again, and the whole ceiling had to collapse Come down.

"Go back to your seats!" The teacher yelled again, "Who are you waiting to lift you! Who will remove the door panels? How about I lift you!"

With low laughter and complaints in the classroom, Jiang Yan turned to prepare to return to his seat.

"You!" The teacher stopped him. "Which class are you from?"

"The newly transferred Xueba-" I don't know who said it.

The teacher stared at him in astonishment and looked up and down for a long time: "Go back and sit! Who will wait for you?"

Jiang Yan was so angry that he couldn't get together, glanced at him, turned back to his seat and sat down.

"Class!" The teacher shot the pointer in the podium, "rning!"

Jiang froze, and spoke this accented English, and he couldn't hold back the music.

After the teacher started the class, the one at the front arch table arched back a bit, but this time instead of looking for Gu Fei, he turned his head and called Jiang Yan, "Hey Xueba, you're pretty good, just follow it Just provoke Wang Xu casually. "

Jiang Yan said nothing.

"Get off." Gu Fei said aside.

"I fuck?" The man whispered, "I didn't tell you again, did you just read this when I used to look at it?"

"Um." Gu Fei racked his hands to the table.

"You will be in trouble," this man glanced back at the teacher on the podium, and turned back to Jiang Yan, and said solemnly, "Wang Xu must be with you, we know that there is a back door to our school ..."

"What's your name?" Jiang Yan interrupted him.

"Zhou Jing," he said.

"Thank you," Jiang Yan said, and pointed his chair again. "Don't hit the table again."

"... Oh." Zhou Jingyi nodded for a while.

Jiang Yan opened the book and stared down.

Zhou Jing twisted her face for a while and turned back.

Jiang Yan feels that the beginning of this new semester is really exciting, and it is a pity that he usually does not keep a diary.

This Wang Xu will never end up with him. He doesn't care at all. He just feels very depressed now. That circle of friends and the family-filled selfie because of his disappearance made him suddenly feel completely weightless.

Of course, it's logical that people he doesn't care about don't care about him.

But still blocked.

He stared at the textbook, smelling a scent of milk in the smell of paper and ink, and suddenly felt a little hungry. Then he remembered that he didn't eat early in the morning.

He turned his head and saw Gu Fei peeling toffee while watching the video.

Gu Fei gave him a glance at him. After a pause, he reached into his pocket and pulled out. He found a piece of sugar and put it on his book, then looked back at the phone screen.

Jiang Yan looked at the sugar in the book and felt a bit inexplicable, but the toffee scent from Gu Fei made his stomach growl.

After two minutes of hesitation, he picked up the sugar and peeled it off.

... It's not toffee!

It's a fruit candy!

He didn't control himself, turned his head and glanced at Gu Fei again.

Gu Fei glanced at the fruit candy in his hand, lowered his head and grabbed it in his pocket, and directly put a handful of sugar on the table. There were dozens of packages and flavors.

"Choose your own." Gu Fei said.