Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

Late bell & Xu Jingzheng

Nanhua high school, the best private high school in Beicheng, is an educational institution founded by Chung's group. It has the best teachers in China, the best learning environment and living environment, and nearly half of the high-quality enrollment rate. It is trusted and sought after by many students' parents in China.

But because of the high tuition fees, the students who can enter this high school are very qualified.

For example, the second generation of an official, the second generation of an army and the third generation of an army, and whose father is a gold miner

In short, the families of students who can enter this high school are very rich.

But having money doesn't mean learning well, such as the late bell.

As the only princess of the Zhong family and the apple of the eye of Zhong Nange, President of the Zhong Group, is she rich enough?

And she is the granddaughter of general Zhong Lao. This is the legendary three generations of the army. Does she have enough status?

In addition, the school was run by her father, so she was destined to enter the school.

But this is not the most important reason for her to enter this school. After all, when Zhong Yisu chose to go to the key No. 1 middle school in the city, she wanted to follow, but she was ruthlessly rejected by the key No. 1 middle school because her academic performance was too bad.

Because the academic performance is really terrible, Zhong nangui and Su Mian don't want her to go to a school that harms others. They directly throw her into Nanhua No. 1 middle school and fantasize that one day, with the efforts of Nanhua teachers, the donkey can be reborn into a BMW.

But after nearly two years, it proved that they thought too much.

Now it's the second semester of senior two. The bell of last semester brought back a still miserable report card for them

Chinese 90, mathematics 41, English 78, arts and Sciences 105.

With a total score of 750, she scored 314, less than half of the total score.

Although they had made all the preparations in their hearts, they were still angry with her heartbreaking report card and couldn't sleep all night.

Su Mian and Zhong nangui don't understand. Their parents are Xueba, their eldest brother is Xueba, and their second brother is the champion of countless domestic mathematical and chemical competitions. They jumped several levels during school. Now they are 15 years old. Zhong Yisu is a freshman, and she's only a sophomore in senior high school. It's really a bit embarrassing to say it; His younger brother Zhong Yimo has a tendency to "surpass the blue and surpass the blue". He runs wildly all the way on the road of learning hegemony

Why is it that genes don't work well when the clock is late?

In the middle of a pile of school bullies at home, a flower of school slag is in full bloom.

And you can't talk about her. She'll cry for you as soon as you say it.

While crying, Zhong Nange and Su Mian were wronged. "It's all your fault. When I was born that year, I gave Zhong Yisu the good genes and left the bad ones to me. Without good genes, my efforts will be in vain!"

So now, Zhong nangui and Su Mian have basically given up on her.

When they were free, they comforted themselves, "forget it, let her play. It's really not good. At that time, spend money to let her read art. She can draw."

That's right.

In addition to her beautiful appearance, the biggest advantage of the late bell is that she can draw well.

I have been addicted to painting flowers and plants since primary school, and then addicted to character portraits when I was older, and then addicted to still life, landscape

She also won many awards and was favored by famous landscape painting masters in China. She wanted to take her as an apprentice, but she refused.

The reason for refusing is actually very simple. She just draws for fun and doesn't want to spend that brain to learn seriously.

This year, the bell rang 15 years late. I was a sophomore in senior high school and ranked second to last in my class.

In the past, it was the last one. This time, it was not because the score was a little higher, but because a student in the class was born ill and didn't take the exam and got zero, which made the bell late pick up a small bargain.

Therefore, she was also very proud and specially commemorated it in her circle of friends, which made the unsuspecting old man and old lady happy and couldn't sleep for half a night.

Thinking of God is an eye opener. The little princess of their family is finally going to work hard to get rid of xuezha and run wildly on the road of Xueba.

But soon the second old man found that it was just two people thinking too much.

The bell sounded late or that bell sounded late, and the results were still so bad.

So the whole family gave her up.

.......

After the new year, the bell rang late and returned to school soon. I always felt something was wrong.

After thinking for a day, I suddenly realized that every time she appeared on the campus, the number of fans behind her seemed to be much less. She used to be a big army, but now there are few.

After class, she couldn't help asking her deskmate, "have I become ugly recently?"

Her deskmate Ji Qiushui looked up at her and replied, "it's better than yesterday."

"What about... People?"

"Who?"

"My fans?" she raised her finger and pointed to the empty window. In the past, every time after class, there were crowded heads outside the window. At present, no one can see.

This feeling is a little strange.

Ji Qiushui thought seriously for a while, and suddenly turned crimson and pinched.

Younger Zhong Sheng, her sudden change made her feel angry and goose bumps. She stretched out her hand and pushed her. She couldn't stand it and said, "you give me good, don't be a demon for me."

"I'm not a demon. It's a natural reaction to the thought of that person."

The bell sounded late and I was confused, "who is it?"

"You don't know?" Ji Qiushui looked at her suspiciously. "Don't pretend with me. You must know. Can you know such a big thing?"

The more I listened to it, the more confused I became. Xiumei frowned at the sound of the bell.

"What am I pretending? I really don't know who's coming to the school?"

After working at the same table for two years, Ji Qiushui still knows that the clock is late.

She is careless, forthright and righteous, and does not mince affectation. She is a woman man who says one thing.

She said she didn't know. It was absolutely true.

Ji Qiushui explained to her, "we have a new boy from Class 3 next door this semester, surnamed Xu Jingzheng."

"Well, then?"

"He's so tall. He's estimated to be at least 1.85 meters, and he's in great shape“

The bell interrupted her suspiciously, "have you seen it?"

"No, it's legendary."

"Oh."

"It looks good too, and its skin is not white. Unlike Luo Haocheng in our class, he looks thin and tender. He cries for a long time when he touches it. He feels a little wheat colored. Especially when playing basketball, the wheat colored skin rolls down from the sun..."

"You stop," said the bell, looking at Ji Qiushui with a speechless face, "I think you've read too many romantic novels."

"And her appearance is super high," Ji Qiushui said with a puzzled face, not bothered to pay attention to her sarcasm. "She looks like my male god on the front and my male god on the side. From the back, she looks more like my male god."

"Who is your male god?"

"My male god is him, and Xu Jingzheng is my male god."

Clock night looked at the saliva flowing from the corner of her mouth, raised her finger, said with a disgusted face, "wipe the saliva first."

With that, she still didn't understand what the problem was.

"But I have fewer fans. What does it have to do with him?"

"Nonsense, of course it matters." Ji Qiushui raised her finger and pointed to herself, "for example, I used to be your loyal fan."

"Isn't it now?"

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. I like my male god best now."

"Get out!"

"So, your former female fans probably want to change as much as I do. They have become Xu Jingzheng's girlfriend powder. That's why your pink color suddenly decreases."

"But there's no male powder..."

"It's not difficult to understand. It's said that Xu Jingzheng played basketball very well. He also participated in any basketball games and led the basketball team to win the championship."

"So?"

"All your male fans went to see him play."

“......”

"And more importantly, he is a Xueba. Our full score is 75. He usually has about 730 points."

"... sleeping trough!"

......

After school at noon, the bell rang late and went to the canteen with Ji Qiushui.

The school has two canteens, one and two.

Students eat with meal cards, line up to eat, one plate for each person.

Each meal is two meat, one vegetable, one staple food, one soup and one fruit, which is rich and nutritious. Many parents reflect that their children have gained weight since they entered this school.

They went to a canteen, which was closer to the teaching building.

After entering the canteen, they took the plates and went to line up.

I didn't sleep well after reading the cartoon last night. I began to feel sleepy at noon.

She carried the plate in both hands, lowered her head and narrowed her eyes, wriggled forward and dozed off.

When she was immersed in her own small world and didn't want to be disturbed, the bell sounded late. Suddenly, she was slapped by Ji Qiushui behind her. When she was ready to get angry, she heard the people behind her call her in an explosive voice, "late, look, my male god is coming."

Male god?

Who?

It took a full minute to think about who Ji Qiushui's male god was?

When she finally remembered who looked back, she saw Xu Jingzheng surrounded by the crowd.

This is the first time I saw Xu Jingzheng in the evening of the bell.

Many years later, she remembered the first time they met.

After all, the boy in front of her not only robbed her fans, but also turned out to be a Xueba.

Since ancient times, xuezha has a natural hostility to Xueba.

There is no other reason, but I can't bear to see him study well.

Xueba is amazing. You can be a scum if you have the ability.

The clock night was like this, carrying the dinner plate with one hand and copying it in the school uniform pocket with the other hand. He looked up slightly and looked up at Xu Jingzheng coming this way. His face as beautiful as Begonia was filled with arrogant contempt.

Didn't you say he was handsome?

Handsome fart, not as handsome as her father and brother, okay?

In good shape?

Oh... When she hasn't seen a man?

Well, it's quite tall. It seems to be about the same as Zhong Yisu, especially those big long legs

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