Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Chapter 451 Cannon fodder stepsister does not want to die (8)

Jiang Ci went out early the next morning and saw the notebook stacked by the door.

It was indeed exactly the same as his previous notebook.

He wanted to pick it up and throw it away, but he accidentally turned a page with his fingers, and the words on the notebook came into view unexpectedly, making his eyes fixed, and he kept flipping through it.

The notes on the notebook were all his, but the handwriting was from Jiang Lai. The handwriting was so familiar, he continued to scroll down, and finally saw a special mechanical symbol.

It's the same as the question I saw on the student's desk last night, with the same handwriting, the same symbols, and even the sharp ending of each word is exactly the same.

Combined with what the parents said last night, even though Jiang Ci was very disappointed, he had to accept that the classmate he had admired for a long time last night was Jiang Lai.

Doubt followed.

He knew Jiang Lai's grades well, and her grades were extremely poor. How could she, an art student, be able to study physics problems, and how could she be qualified to teach junior high school mathematics based on her level?

Even if the two children have poor foundation, wouldn't the parents test Jiang Lai's level?

There were too many doubts, which made Jiang Ci realize that he was still negligent towards the Jiang family.

I thought that Jiang Lai and Mao Fang could not cause any disturbances, but now it seems that the mother and daughter have done a lot of things behind their backs.

Jiang Ci has always been careful in doing things, so he went home that day and turned on the surveillance camera again while everyone was away.

Little Pudding told Jiang Lai immediately after he knew about it.

"That kid Jiang Ci has no good intentions! He even installed a camera in your room!"

Does this fucking kid know what privacy is?Do you know what law is?
Jiang Lai continued to write the questions with a sullen face, and said slowly after the questions were completed.

"If he wants to see it, let him see it."

"You're a girl!"

"Thanks for reminding."

"Pervert, keep the evidence and arrest him!"

Jiang Lai took a sip of water calmly.

"I don't want to complete the task? Besides, didn't you say that Jiang Ci, the male number two, is a madman? What can't a madman do?"

Little Pudding looked at Jiang Lai and was speechless.

There is no difference between this guy and Jiang Ci. The two lunatics don't think there is any problem with having a camera installed in their room.

Jiang Lai really doesn't care about the camera at all, what to do, what to do, the first thing he does when he enters the room is to sit down and sort out the homework that he tutored the brothers today, and then divide it with tags and put it in the Next to him, he took out chemical auxiliary materials from the thick stack of books on the desk and continued to look down along the place marked yesterday.

The girl's back was slightly bent, and under the gentle light, her ponytail was gently draped over her shoulders, brushing against the girl's slender and fair neck with her movements.

The whole night, from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] am the next day, apart from occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom and drinking a few sips of water, Jiang Lai sat quietly for the rest of the time, quickly recording calculations with a pen in his hand. with.

After Jiang Ci took a shower, Jiang Lai had been sitting in front of the computer and looking at the screen. His dark eyes were deep under his slanted bangs, and there was deep confusion hidden in his eyes.

What the hell is Jiang Lai doing?
She is an art student, what does she spend so much time on physical chemistry?
I wanted to know the mother and daughter's whereabouts through this camera, but I didn't expect Jiang Lai to study hard all night, almost greedily absorbing the textbooks as if he would not be sleepy. knowledge.

Is it really because of Mao Fang's illness?
When did Jiang Lai become so sensible and enterprising?

Jiang Ci couldn't figure it out, but then he thought it would be fine as long as Jiang Lai didn't mess around.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature in City Z reached the highest point of the year. In the morning, the temperature was already over 30 degrees.

This week was the school's art festival, Jiang Lai had just sat down and the art committee came over with the registration form.

"Jiang Lai, our class is small, so everyone must participate in at least one of the sports meeting and theatrical performances. You must participate in the theatrical performances, right? I've already signed up for the piano, so you need to sign up for the sports meeting Is it? Now there is a girl who runs for a long time and no one reports it..."

Jiang Lai is an art student, and everyone in the class knows how well she plays the piano. In this situation, she must participate in theatrical performances. As for the sports meeting, the main reason is that none of the girls in the class are willing to participate in the women's long-distance race. The members could only come to Jiang Lai.

"Our class has separately set bonuses for the winners of the sports meeting. As long as we get the bronze medal, our class will pay a bonus of 3000 yuan. There are few people who apply for women's long-distance running..."

"How much is the reward for getting the gold medal?"

Jiang Lai put down his pen, his eyes sparkled, and he seemed very interested.

The literary and art committee did not expect Jiang Lai to ask this question.

"The gold medal rewards [-], and the silver medal rewards [-]."

"Is there any project in our class that no one wants to apply for?"

The literary and art committee looked at the list of projects.

"Women's 500-meter long-distance race, mixed-gender 800-meter relay race, and women's high jump, these three events have not yet been reported."

Jiang Lai twiddled his pen, took the application form, and directly filled in his name on the back of the empty items.

"All right."

"You reported so much?! Jiang Lai, is it true or not? Are you able to report so much?"

Jiang Lai smiled cheerfully.

"The most important thing is to participate, oh yes, did you say that there are any extra rewards for winning the Grand Slam?"

The art committee thought about it.

"Our class committee hasn't discussed this yet, but if we can really achieve a grand slam to win glory for our class, there must be extra bonuses."

Noble Middle School in Z City attaches great importance to the development of students' comprehensive quality, and attaches great importance to the annual sports meeting and theatrical performances. At that time, teachers from major sports and art schools will also come to watch, and leaders from the city will also be invited to participate. The friendly match, so the school leaders attach great importance to it, and the teachers and students below naturally pay more attention to it.

Just as the literary and art committee finished finishing the application form and was about to leave, Shen Weizhou, who was in the last row, suddenly called out.

"Come here and show me."

"Aren't you unwilling to participate? What else are you watching?"

"I can't go back on my word! Didn't you say that the men's 3000-meter long-distance race has no one to sign up for? Sign up for me, and the men's and women's relay race, also sign up for me, and sign up for anything that no one has signed up for!"

The literary and art committee looked contemptuous.

"The men's and women's relay races are already full. There are still shot put throws and standing long jump..."

Shen Weizhou went straight to the front row without saying a word, grabbed a boy by the neck and put it in his arms and asked in a low voice.

"Can you run a relay race? What if you are a small person who drags our class down? Shot put is suitable for you, so go for shot put instead."

The boy nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand, brother Zhou, I won't participate in the men's and women's relay race."

(End of this chapter)