Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 286 Looks kind like this

   In less than ten minutes, this person has already called him brother four times.

  I used to like this person calling him like that the most, but since I saw what I was thinking, for some reason, the more I heard this address, the more uncomfortable I felt.

   "Isn't your name brother?" Gong Jiuhan only felt baffled, raised his eyebrows with a complicated expression: "What's that called?"

  This person is really strange, he was the one who called her younger brother and asked her to call him elder brother, and he is also the one who forbids her to call him that.

  Hearing this, Jun Gu also seemed to think about it, and then said: "You can try, call the name."

  Gong Jiu was still holding the spoon in his silent hand, and his movements stopped in mid-air, "Jun Gu?"

   There seem to be a lot of people calling him that.

  Jun Gu put the fritters that had been melted by Gong Jiuan before into his mouth, and shook his head: "This won't work."

  Gong Jiu paused for a moment, and changed to another: "Gu Shen?"

   This call has more people.

   Not special at all.

  Jun Gu shook his head.

   Tut.

  A title is so tricky.

   Really hard to serve.

   "So I really can't think of what to call it." Gong Jiu was speechless for a moment.

  Looking at the man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, Jun Gu's pupils moved slightly, and his voice was casual: "Perhaps, you can try to call it double characters, for example, Gu Gu, or Jun Jun."

   looks serious.

   "Cough cough cough—"

   Gong Jiuhan, who hadn't had time to swallow the porridge, was caught off guard and choked.

  What the **** is this called?

   It was rare for her face to show obvious surprise, and her gaze was mixed with a touch of disbelief: "What age is this, and you still play with double characters?"

  Her image now is a handsome young man. Didn’t he feel that this title was offensive when he said this?

  Picked up his lips and smiled, the gold-rimmed mirror frame on Jun Gu's face reflected a very light embarrassment: "I think it's good to repeat words."

   After finishing speaking, his eyelids drooped, and he added: "It looks kind."

   Oh, kind ghost.

  Clicking his upper and lower lips, a slight snort escaped, Gong Jiuan poked the spoon in his hand into the bowl with not much porridge left, and got up to pick up the dinner plate.

  Looking down at the person who was looking at her with raised eyelids: "Eat slowly, don't accompany me."

   After finishing speaking, he carried his things and went to the dining cabinet, and left the restaurant without looking back after putting away the tableware.

  Jun Gu, who was still holding a piece of fried dough sticks in his hand, turned his head and watched the boy disappear by the door. After a while, he turned his head, looked down at the food between the chopsticks, and slightly lifted his lips.

  Slowly soaked in the juice, slowly put it into the mouth.

   Can't help but tease the guy.

   There are still a few days before leaving school, because the preliminaries are not over yet, the leisure for a period of time and Jiang Fei's non-slack all the time made her recover from injuries.

  It was the time when the scabs fell off, and the wound was always itchy. While getting out of the car, Gong Jiu raised his hand and poked his shoulder with his backhand.

   On the day when the MMA promotion competition officially started, all schools in the city also opened their classes as if by appointment.

   Swinging the backpack over his shoulder, the itching of the wound subsided a little, Gong Jiu raised his foot and was ready to walk to the school.

   "Nine dumb!"

   Before taking a few steps, he was stopped by someone.

  She turned her head away, and Song Zixi was running towards her at a fast pace. After reaching her, there was a very light scarlet on the healthy wheat-colored skin.

   "Isn't today a promotion match, why didn't you go to the arena?"

  Although the start of school is very important for students, professional-level combat athletes have the privilege of asking for leave, and they can ask for leave for important competitions.

  He originally thought that he would not see Gong Jiuan today.

   "I don't have a game today."

  She doesn't have to go to the arena.

   After a vacation, the boy's short, fine hair grew a little, and it fell on his forehead, somewhat covering his eyes.

  She raised her hand, and brushed her hair back indiscriminately, with a chic and uninhibited movement.

   Revealing smooth and clean skin like porcelain, dazzlingly white.

   "Oh, I said so." Song Zixi nodded clearly, "But if I am sure I can invite you, please, and I will definitely not come to school if I can."

   "Really." Gong Jiuhan walked slowly, and the answer seemed a bit perfunctory.

   The two entered the school gate.

   Gradually, Song Zixi always felt that the scorching gaze from around him became more and more intense.

  Looking over suspiciously, all the boys and girls in school uniforms in sight always secretly look over.

   And the final line of sight is the person walking beside him without squinting.

   After patting his head, Song Zixi remembered that the influence of Gong Jiuan's face in No. 1 Middle School in Beijing is no longer as bad as it was yesterday.

  When the two of them entered the classroom, Lin Yao was already sitting in her seat, sorting out her homework for the holidays.

  When he saw the two of them, he freed his hand and waved: "Jiu Mu, here."

   Entering the third year of high school, the academic curriculum is even tighter, but the seats are still arranged in the same way as last semester, and have not been changed much.

  Sit in, put the backpack in, Gong Jiu glanced casually at Lin Yao, who was laying out a stack of test questions, and paused.

  She looked at the thick stack of test questions in front of Lin Yao, and asked tentatively, "These are all vacation homework?"

  Flipping the last test question back and putting it down, Lin Yao turned her head and said, "Yes, all of them."

  Gong Jiu nodded his chin thoughtfully.

  This vacation is indeed extremely free, as if I forgot something.

  At this moment, she was sure that what she forgot was this pile of unfamiliar book test questions.

  Today, all holiday homework will be collected by subject and handed over to the teacher for review.

  Every time the team leaders received Gong Jiuhan's place, they all returned without success.

  Finally, under Lin Yao's surprised gaze, the class teacher Lin Yi stood on the podium, and lit up the boy who was sleeping bent over beside her.

   "Gong Jiudu, what's the matter with you? I haven't handed in a subject for the holidays, and the teachers in charge of the subject came to me in the office to ask." Before the formal class started, the teachers all went to her as the class teacher first.

  Lin Yi's face was a bit smelly, and his rigid face looked even more frightening, "You should explain to me, what's going on?"

  The class is so quiet.

   Everyone knew that Lin Yi might get angry.

   You said you won’t hand in homework for other subjects? It’s okay to say, I can’t take a few classes today, and I will make up for it tomorrow.

  But among them, Lin Yi didn't hand in her physics, so why should she lose her skin under the tiger's breeze?

  Standing up lazily, Gong Jiu didn't change his expression: "Teacher, I took the wrong bag, and I'm going to discuss it with you. The handing in of homework is delayed by one day."

  The boy stood up, blocking the light from the window.

  Lin Yao turned her face away, glanced at the bags in her desk box, and let out a faint breath.

   This person was afraid, so he didn't do anything.

   Now, it's over.

  If you can’t pay it tomorrow, the toilet and playground this semester will definitely be Gong Jiu’s world.

   When the time comes, it will be the cheers of the three graders, and the misery of Gong Jiu alone.

  According to Lin Yi's method, you must make sure that the toilets and playgrounds you clean every day will not be repeated.

  This reason is a bit lame. There are not a few people she has met who use this pretense.

  Lin Yi's face darkened again: "Gong Jiu is dumb, it's the third year of high school, I hope your attitude is correct, after all, the college entrance examination will not let you bring the wrong bag."

  Gong Jiu frowned silently, "I know."

  Dyeing a bit perfunctory.

"teacher!"

   Just when Lin Yi's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, Lin Yao suddenly stood up.

   "Teacher, I checked the answers to the Zhuanba set of test questions with Gong before, she must have made a mistake and didn't bring it."

   Good night my babies~

  (end of this chapter)