I Like You

"Untied a button."

After a pause, Jiang Su said again: "In the elevator."

In the elevator, she unbuttoned the top button of her coat and showed him the sweater inside.

Unlocking a button... A series of 18 prohibited shots flashed in Xu Shu's mind.

Still in the elevator...

stimulate.

Can play.

Xu Shu completely forgot that the heroine in the various pictures that he had made up was still his goddess a minute ago.

"Damn, lodging, when were you dirty?" He thought more and more, "You didn't tell us at your po, so I can beat the gongs, drums and draw banners to celebrate. By the way, tell the world, I Brother Su is the one used by others..."

"Go away," Jiang Su kicked Xu Shu and snatched his phone.

"I always thought that my brother Su would be a monk for a lifetime. I didn't expect him to be so wild and unclean before he became an adult. Brother Su, you are too impatient, and the little girl hasn't grown up yet..."

Jiang Su pressed Xu Shu's phone and raised his foot again.

This time he kicked a little bit harder, and directly kicked Xu Shu into the arms of Chengzhu: "Speak to me, believe it or not, I'll beat you."

Jiang Su is the kind of person who can not waste his expression, never waste a trace of expression, so most of them have a blank face, which makes people unable to understand his emotions.

But Xu Shu is familiar with him and can hear what he said is a joke and what he is serious.

...For example, this time it was serious.

Others don't understand Jiangsu, but he knows it well. Jiangsu is definitely not as bad-tempered as everyone has said.

He and Jiang Su have been playing together for so many years, this is the first time Jiang Su spoke to him in such a serious tone.

Xu Shu was a little surprised. He and Cheng Zhu looked at each other, and saw the same surprise from the bottom of Cheng Zhu's eyes. Five seconds before he digested it, he looked at Jiangsu incredulously: "Brother Su, are you heartbroken?"

"Moving you numb."

Jiang Su threw the phone into Xu Shu's arms, raised his hand to button the hoodie on his head, and left.

Jiangsu was gone, Xu Shu and Cheng Zhu followed each other back to their homes.

On the way everyone went home separately, Xu Shu sent a message in the group: Where is my photo? I collected more than a thousand photos of beautiful women and they all disappeared.

Jiang Su looked at the message prompt that popped up at the top of the screen, raised his hand unhurriedly and dialed up slightly, ignoring the indiscriminate bombing in Xu Shuqun, and continued to swipe the screen to the left to look at the next door. Photo of the bus.

…

Lin Wei is not a hypocritical person. Since Jiang Su stuffed the paper into her bag, she unceremoniously rewritten the answer from memory.

Lin Wei wasn't someone who didn't know Entu's report. Jiang Su helped her. In return, she helped Jiang Su write his math homework.

Lin Wei habitually uses a pencil when she brushes papers daily. Since Jiangsu's math exam is only two points, Lin Wei erased all the answers written on the dirty paper in order to be more realistic. The idea of ​​slag answering questions, choose C for all multiple-choice questions, and fill in all 0 for blank questions.

On Monday the next day, Lin Wei got up at six o'clock as usual, and went out on time at six twenty.

Before entering the elevator, she glanced at Jiangsu's code door, and it was firmly closed, showing no sign of opening.

Before the morning self-study started, Lin Wei glanced back, Jiangsu has not arrived yet, the first class has passed, and the second class has passed. The teachers and students of the school went to the playground to gather for the flag-raising ceremony between classes, but Jiangsu is still there. Come.

Until the third class was almost finished, Jiang Su came, and he slowly walked into the classroom from the back door along the corridor.

He didn't give a report, and the physics teacher who was teaching saw him not making much noise. When he didn't exist, the topic in his mouth kept stopping.

I don't know whether Jiang Su is really sleepy or fake. After sitting in the position, he put his hat on his head, and then he lay on the table without moving.

Even at the end of the third class, there was a hustle and bustle between classes. He didn't feel like he had heard it, and had no reaction at all.

However, after the bell rang in the fourth class, something went wrong in the class.

The fourth class on Monday morning was originally a biology class, but the biology teacher asked for leave today, and this class became a self-study class.

The trouble was not Jiang Su, who had so many rumors and terrible stories, but Hu Xiao.

Every class has one or two thorny heads, even if it is a class like this, there are students who are difficult to handle.

Before Jiang Su entered this class, Hu Xiao was the last existence everyone wanted to provoke.

Hu Xiao's academic performance is not bad, but his personality is very unpleasant, a little bit of trivial contradiction, can entangle with you endlessly.

Just like today, things are actually very simple. The class bell rang, and Song Qianqian came back from the bathroom in a hurry. When she returned to her position, she accidentally hit Hu Xiao's table and piled him a high stack of books. Hit the ground.

"What are you doing?!" Hu Xiao, who was doing a problem lying on the table, exploded in the next second.

Song Qianqian was startled, saying sorry, and bending over to help Hu Xiao pick up books.

Hu Xiao is just like this. I don’t care if I don’t care, let alone being reasonable. He sat in a seat and watched Song Qianqian help him pick up the books. Not only did he not help him, he became aggressive: "Song Qianqian, do you know me? Those books are all categorized. I have a lot of knowledge in it. You hit me like this and it's all messed up."

"Sorry, sorry." Song Qianqian put the book she picked up on Hu Xiao's desk.

Hu Xiao muttered as he checked his book, "I'm sorry, what's the use."

Song Qianqian was at a loss and apologized to Hu Xiao again: "I'm sorry."

Hu Xiao didn't even look at Song Qianqian. Song Qianqian sullied her chair and sat down.

This matter could have ended here. Who knows that when Hu Xiao classifies books, he deliberately threw each book on the table loudly, and from time to time he complained.

"It's so annoying."

"A good self-study class was destroyed like this."

"Frustrated!"

"..."

Although Class One is the top class, if the teacher is not there, the discipline is actually not as good as expected.

As a disciplinary committee member, Lin Wei actually seldom pays attention to discipline. Seeing that it has been ten minutes since class, Hu Xiao has not given up, and makes some noise from time to time. Many students in the class gradually become a little impetuous. Lin Wei calculates As the chemistry question was asked, the voice was lightly opened: "Everyone, be quiet."

The atmosphere in the class improved a bit, but it was only a minute, when Hu Xiao slammed the book louder, and from time to time swear words such as "Fuck" and "Damn" appeared in his mouth: "It's disgusting, what a **** Disgusting."

Lin Wei's pen with the chemical formula stopped. She was silent for three seconds, her voice still soft: "Hu Xiao, please be quiet for a while and don't affect other students, thank you."

"How did I influence the other classmates? In normal self-study classes, so many people in the class talk, why don't you care? What kind of class cadre are you now?"

Lin Wei hung her head, her eyes a little cold staring at the paper.

"Besides, I'm the only one who just spoke? Isn't there other people talking too? Why don't you name them? You..."

"Crack—"

With a loud noise, before everyone knew what was going on, Jiang Su stood in front of Hu Xiao and reached out and grabbed his uniform collar.

Hu Xiao was stunned: "..."

Jiang Su grabbed a few pieces of paper at random on the table, rubbed it twice, and put it into Hu Xiao's mouth that was about to pronounce: "Shh."