Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

After breakfast, Ji Qiushui went back to the dormitory to get something. When the bell rang late, he went back to the classroom first.

She stopped after class three.

There are few people in class three at the moment. Most of them are still eating in the restaurant.

In the evening, the bell swaggered in from the front door of the classroom, came to a male classmate who was bowing his head to do his homework, and knocked on his desk with his hand.

The other party looked up and was stunned to see that it was her.

The bell asked him in the evening, "where does Xu Jingzheng sit?"

The other party turned and raised his finger to a table in the corridor at the end, "over there, he just moved there this morning."

"OK, thank you."

At the evening of the bell, he put his hands in the coat pocket of the school uniform and walked all the way to the last row of the classroom.

There is only one desk in the last row of the classroom near the corridor. Textbooks are neatly placed on the desk. Reading this morning is Chinese. Chinese books are spread out on the table, on which is a classical Chinese.

Confirm that this is Xu Jingzheng's position. Yes, the bell sat down late, raised his hand and took a pen out of his pen holder.

The nib walked upstream of the Chinese textbook. She drew carelessly. While drawing, she greeted the students sitting nearby, "come and have a look after drawing in a while."

Everyone listened to her and thought of the gratitude and resentment between her and Xu Jingzheng in the past two days. Everyone was curious.

So, when the bell rang late, she finished drawing, and many students were already around her.

Throw the pen into the pen holder, she clapped her hand, stood up, put her hand into the school uniform pocket, smiled and greeted the students around, raised her feet and swaggered away.

......

After breakfast, Xu Jingzheng went back to the dormitory, took the competition question and went to the teacher's office.

Stayed in the office for more than half an hour before returning to the classroom.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw many students around his desk, one by one laughing forward and backward, as if I saw something very efficient.

He walked over and stood behind them without saying a word.

Thin lips pursed, and the expression on that handsome face was a little uncomfortable.

The reason why he moved to the last row was that he didn't like to be disturbed.

He likes quiet rather than noisy.

And more importantly, he has a serious cleanliness habit and doesn't like others to touch his things.

Jiang Yiming sat in the last row. As soon as he came in through the back door, he saw Xu Jingzheng standing behind the crowd, with a gloomy face and looking particularly unhappy.

He went up to him and asked, "what's the matter?"

As soon as he made a sound, those students who had been smiling forward and backward around Xu Jingzheng's desk turned around, and each face was still smiling. Only when they saw Xu Jingzheng standing behind them, they consciously closed their mouth, and then ran away in a swarm.

Jiang Yiming looked at them and asked Xu Jingzheng curiously, "what are they laughing at?"

"How can I..."

Xu Jingzheng took a step forward and was about to sit down in his position, but his sight inadvertently fell on the Chinese textbook.

The textbook is still on the page where he went to dinner. On it is a newly learned classical Chinese.

His textbook is very clean. He doesn't cherish it, but he's not used to taking notes.

After all, he can remember everything the teacher said once.

But now, the original clean page has been painted with a picture of two people.

A boy, a girl.

The girl with a ponytail stepped on the ground. The girl's eyes outlined by several strokes were somewhat domineering and disdainful, while the boy looked at the girl with tears in his eyes, which was more vivid

Probably afraid that others could not understand what the painting meant, the other party also wrote a few lines next to the painting.

The dialogue is as follows:

The bell sounded late, "do you take it?"

Xu Jingzheng, "take it, my late master, spare your life."

The bell sounded late, "spare your life. Sing a conquest for me."

Xu Jingzheng, "I was conquered by you and forgot all the retreats..."

The bell sounded late, "good!"

The picture is lifelike, vivid and lively.

"Ha ha ha ha......" Jiang Yiming's undisguised laughter made Xu Jingzheng look slightly sideways, with a gloomy face.

They have been in the same room for more than a month. Jiang Yiming still knows Xu Jingzheng's character.

It was the first time he had seen his face change.

A real face change.

Angry!

Still very angry.

So he immediately covered his mouth with his hand and ran faster than the rabbit.

He finally understood why the students had to run so fast just now, in order to prevent being killed.

......

Xu Jingzheng sat down in his position, his dark eyes staring at the picture, his thin lips pursed, and his face sank like the dark clouds before the storm.

The students around him are secretly aiming at him. Everyone has the mentality of watching a good play. They especially hope that Xu Jingzheng will rush to class 2 next door immediately and give them a big PK for men and women.

But to their disappointment, it was only ten minutes before Xu Jingzheng put away the Chinese book with a light face.

Everyone, "..."

Is this advice?

......

The bell of vengeance returns late, and I feel better.

She sat at her desk humming a tune.

The male classmate in front turned to look at her, "I'm in a good mood."

"Yes."

"We are also happy to say anything good."

"Do you want to listen to girls' little secrets?"

"Hey, hey, if you're willing to share, we don't mind at all“

"Fuck off!"

As soon as Ji Qiushui entered the classroom, she saw the bell ringing. Night knocked on the back of the two male students in front with her textbook. She quickly ran over and shouted, "night master, show mercy."

The bell stopped late and glanced at her. "Did you go back to the dormitory and sleep?"

She has been waiting for Ji Qiushui since she came out of class 3.

I want to share the happiness of revenge with her at the first time.

But she didn't show up until it was time for class.

Ji Qiushui immediately explained, "I washed yesterday's clothes."

"Did I wash the sneakers I changed yesterday?"

Ji Qiushui, "... This classmate, I'm your deskmate, I'm not your mother."

"Oh," the bell shrugged late, "my mother won't wash my shoes."

Ji Qiushui looked at her sympathetically, "do you wash yourself at home?"

"No," replied Zhong shengwan with a smile, "my father bought a shoe washer for my mother. If you put dirty shoes in it, they can be washed clean and have their own drying function."

"Tut..."

"But my mother doesn't usually use it. She has a tendency to clean. She always thinks the shoes washed by the machine are not clean."

"... what are you trying to express?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

"What did I forget?"

"I have a good father."

"... get out of here!"

Even if you show off your wealth, you can also show off your father, which makes the family have less money than her family and Ji Qiu's water heart better than her family.

With such a interruption, the bell night also forgot to share the happiness brought by revenge with Ji Qiushui.

The first two classes are math. The math teacher is old man Xiao Li, the head teacher next door.

Old man Xiao Li said above that the bell dozed off below late.

I went to bed late last night to read a novel.

At the moment, the heating in the classroom is sufficient. In addition, she really has no mathematical cells. Listening to the little old man's lecture is like listening to heavenly books. Therefore, her eyelids can't be raised in a short time.

After a minute, the little head began to point down.

It's like a chicken pecking rice, one after another.

The little old man on the podium was spitting. A casual eye suddenly saw a small head on the other side of the corridor window, following the rhythm of his speech bit by bit.

According to many years of classroom experience, the other party must be dozing off.

Dare to doze off in his math class, how can the little old man let her go?

So he raised his hand and half of the chalk in his hand flew towards the small head.

The next second, a painful cry of 'ouch' came, and then I heard the angry shouting of the other party, "who dares to hit me?"

The little old man stopped lecturing, put his hands on the desk, looked at a girl who claimed to be "little master" over there, and smiled back to her, "Li guangnian."

......

The bell was dozing off late at night. She was even dreaming that she was eating the small steak fried by her mother.

Seeing that a piece of meat was about to be swallowed by her, she suddenly felt a pain in her forehead.

The whole person was awakened by pain. She saw the meat in her mouth fly away. She was depressed and wanted to get angry.

I forgot that she was in class at the moment. After a loud drink, when she heard the three words "Li guangnian", her brain was inspired and the whole person woke up in an instant.

He looked up, looked at the little old man standing on the podium, smiled and looked at her. His eyes slipped in the evening of the bell. Then he stood up from his position, smiled at the little old man and said sweetly, "teacher, I just joked with you."

The little old man still smiled and said, "what's the joke?"

The bell sounded late, and his smile made his scalp numb. The smile on his face was almost stretched. "Your adult has a lot of experience. Don't be as knowledgeable as a small one."

"No, you are a young master. I dare not make a mistake in front of you!"

The bell was late and wanted to cry without tears. He begged for mercy. "Teacher, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, and I won't dare again."

"Hum!" the little old man stared at her seriously, then threw her a sentence, "write a review, and send the last self-study class to my office."

The bell faded late. "Yes."

"No less than 800 words."

"Oh."

......

There are four classes in the morning, two math classes and two English classes.

After the first four classes, the fifth class is self-study.

The clock dawdled late in the evening until it was almost time for school to go to the little old man's office with the review written long ago.

She often writes the review book. For her, it's just copying what she wrote every time before.

The 800 word review will be finished in 15 minutes.

The school teachers were all in one office. When the bell rang late, she went outside the little old man's office and saw that the door was open. She first bent over and took a sneak look through the crack in the door.

The little old man was correcting his homework while drinking tea, with a leisurely look.

The mood looks good