don't stick with me

Chapter 70 How many times?

She clearly knew that she couldn't make a show, but she still had to bite the bullet and make a show.

What's the end?Just look at him.

Maybe it was really embarrassing. After a few days, Wen Kuo settled down a lot. He studied hard, worked diligently, and always reminded himself not to be tempted by beauty. He couldn't help but open the mirror and look at himself Anyway, Jiang Peizhi is not the only handsome guy.

But I don't know if the fox next to him has become a spirit, and Wen Kuo's mind is fluttering for a long time when he just says a word. He has been traveling in Huai City for 18 years, but he didn't expect his concentration to be so poor, like a hooligan every day.

No wonder Liu Dayan hated the student who fell in love with him so much, Wen Kuo was willing to join him in condemning his boyfriend-minded behavior.

He condemned himself in his heart, not only that, but he also practiced calligraphy every day, partly because he didn't have enough concentration, partly because he was too careless, since the answer sheet of the last month's exam was broken, he spent a lot of time. My sister has Yin and Yang in class every now and then, and he can be talked about on topics hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Wen Kuo was conditioned by her scolding, and when he heard her voice, he wanted to stand up, and every cell in his body was preparing for the scolding.

At this point, Jiang Peizhi's boyfriend's identity has more or less other roles besides having an underground relationship with him.

Jiang Peizhi's handwriting is good.

He hasn't written the back-to-basics matts I gave him last time, but he has finally occupied a certain position with him these few days. Wen Kuo took out to write whenever he had time, under the double influence of his own hard work and Jiang Peizhi's guidance Next, his characters completed a preliminary evolution.

After Lin Yang noticed this change, he gave a very high evaluation: Wen Kuo's font development history is a milestone, marking the starting point for his characters to evolve from dancing with demons to normal walking.

Jiang Peizhi laughed at him for a long time, Wen Kuo was so angry that his hair was smoking.

This day during the big break, Wen Kuo's handwriting practice has reached three o'clock. It's rare for Wen Kuo to pull his hair. He never thought that the arrangement and combination of three points can be so complicated. When he was doing the last derivative problem in mathematics, his brain was not enough. Zhao Jiaxu, who used it, often complained, and derived a golden sentence: I am your father, and everything is ever-changing.

Now that Wen Kuo looked at the whole page of San Dian Shui snaking around, he felt the same way. He even wanted to call San Dian Shui Dad.

He fidgeted and wrote a line, and quietly leaned over and whispered: "I want to drink water."

"Didn't you just drink it 2 minutes ago?"

Wen Kuo: "..."

"Oh, I drank too much water, I need to go to the bathroom."

Jiang Peizhi raised his hand and tapped him on the head: "Practice hard."

Wen Kuo felt a little sad and angry, and poked a bunch of black dots on his physics roll with a pen.

"Boyfriend, let me rest." Wen Kuo squatted on the table and winked at him.

Before this, Wen Kuo would never have imagined that he would actually use such a shoddy move, but now he not only used it, but also used it proficiently, and even doubled it.

Because according to his observation, no matter how cruel Jiang Pei's heart is, as long as he calls this or "brother" twice, the other party will immediately surrender.

There is no way, a man can bend and stretch.

"Say it yourself, how many times?"

Wen Kuo: "?"

Jiang Peizhi bent over and approached him: "How many times have you used this trick? Huh?"

It's over, this bastard is immune, so don't eat this set.

Wen Kuo immediately changed his expression and turned his face to the other side, leaving the back of his head stubborn and unwilling to practice calligraphy.

Jiang Peizhi didn't like this one: "I can't finish this stroke and drag myself out of school at noon today."

Wen Kuo: "..." Fuck you.

During the confrontation between them, Old Qiao brought in a few people, wearing blue maintenance uniforms and carrying two tool boxes, and Wu Yangyang walked to the back row.

Zhao Jiaxu spoke quickly and asked, "Teacher, what's the matter? What are you repairing?"

Old Qiao pointed to the monitor above the back blackboard: "The monitor is broken, it's been a while."

When the students in the classroom heard it, they immediately began to regret one after another.

"I knew a second earlier that I don't have to live so hard."

"I said earlier that I was so sleepy that I didn't have to hold on."

Old Qiao: "I just know your virtues so I won't tell you."

The students hissed and laughed.

They were joking. In fact, Old Qiao was joking too. The self-control of a class of students was notoriously perverted. They played when they should play, and were unambiguous when they should learn. There was basically no need for the head teacher to remind them in this regard.

The maintenance worker jingled up and looked at it for 2 minutes, then came down and left. He went to the door and told Lao Qiao that he didn't know what to say. The students in the first row stretched out their ears to spy on the news. The monitoring models are relatively old, and the few ones I brought are not suitable, and I have to go out and buy them specially. That is to say, before I buy a new monitor, the first class has become an absolutely safe area.

There was a burst of cheers and cheers in the classroom, as if the fault was not the monitoring, but the power grid on the iron gate of the senior three prison.

Because of this little episode, Wen Kuo was very honorable in not completing the arduous task of practicing three-point water during the break. His unselfish boyfriend kept his promise, and when the bell rang at noon, he was still not ready to let him go. In front of the cafeteria, he was still sending a message: I can't finish writing, and I will deduct two steamed corn dumplings at noon, and there is no grilled sausage.

Wen Kuo propped his chin up and gave in: "One with a fragile bone."

Jiang Peizhi: "After finishing writing, I will make a request."

Look, look, whose boyfriend is this virtuous.

Wen Kuo immersed himself in writing for 10 minutes. Jiang Peizhi came back with his lunch. Wen Kuo saw the sausage in the bag at a glance. When he returned to his seat, he only wrote half of it.

Looking at the fragrant lunch, Wen Kuo bit the bullet and pushed the notebook over.

"There's only so much I can write."

Jiang Peizhi put his lunch on the window sill with few things before sitting down, pinching a corner of the page, and carefully read it from beginning to end.

"There are still six lines of strokes that have not been written, and there is a whole page of 'Jiang' on the second page. When will I write it?"

"tomorrow?"

"Then when will you write tomorrow?"

"the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Peizhi was amused by him, and continued to tease him according to his words: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

Wen Kuo: "..."

"I'll just write."

Jiang Peizhi lowered his voice: "Are you angry?"

Young Master Wen Kuo became angry, and turned his pen with his chin.

"Don't dare."

"Write two more lines of Jiangzi and consolidate it, otherwise I will forget it tomorrow, and I will have to write it tomorrow if I wrote it for nothing today."

A hand was placed on the top of the head, and the hair was rubbed, and then the already insignificant Qi was rubbed away in an instant.

It's so worthless, he is actually such a person who loses his temper when he sees color.

Wen Kuo threw away the pen and turned to look at him: "You teach me how to write."

Jiang Peizhi: "Okay." His eyes stayed for a moment under the tip of Wen Kuo's nose, and then quickly moved away.

"Frame the radicals into two rectangles, and you can roughly see the structure of the character. The left side is long and the right side is flat, and the last horizontal line drags the bottom. Don't write too short."

Jiang Peizhi showed him a character, Wen Kuo took a picture of a cat and a tiger, Jiang Peizhi wrote another one, Wen Kuo followed another one, he corrected Jiang Peizhi while writing, and after writing a line, he actually looked good.

He was happy, and began to write the second line seriously.

Wen Kuo wrote vigorously with his head down, not noticing that Jiang Peizhi's gaze had been on his profile.

After finishing the last word, he specially added two words at the end: Pei Zhi.

Wen Kuo put down his pen and sat up straight: "I'm done writing, let's take a look, how do you feel? Do you feel anything?"

Jiang Peizhi glanced roughly, his Adam's apple slid up and down, but asked an irrelevant question: "When Lao Qiao came today, did he say that the surveillance was broken?"

"Yes, Qu Wenwen also said that the monitor models in our class are relatively old and cannot be replaced with new ones for the time being."

After Wen Kuo finished speaking, he seemed to understand something.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the round-headed monitor: "But there are still in the corridor."

"The monitoring in the corridor has a blind spot, and you can't see the last row."

Wen Kuo nodded, but said nothing.

Jiang Peizhi raised his wrist and glanced, "It's been 8 minutes since get out of class is over, usually Lin Duo is the first to enter the classroom, after [-]:[-]."

Wen Kuo clenched his fingers and said, "There's still time."

"Ah."

Jiang Peizhi tilted his head slightly and kissed her.

Kissing such an intimate thing is not a feeling at all in personal space and public places. Wen Kuo felt that his heart was about to jump out in a second. He was very nervous, so nervous that he almost felt an indescribable suffocation. Fingers Gently tugging at the corner of Jiang Peizhi's clothes, biting his lower lip jerky.

Jiang Peizhi seemed to frowned, and Wen Kuo wondered in a daze if he was biting too hard.

A few minutes was too tight, and the two of them were just scratching their heads. When they parted, Wen Kuo looked around first, and then he was relieved when there was no one. one time.

"It's almost New Year's Day, it's time to arrange the program."

Wen Kuo was in a daze: "When will you line up?"

"In the evening, after self-study."

Wen Kuo: "..."

"It's too late after the queue, it's not safe to go home."

Wen Kuo understood what he meant.

He asked, "How long is the queue?"

"Schedule until New Year's Day."

Huh, quite greedy.

In the rest of the time, Wen Kuo had a quick lunch. I don't know if it was because of his guilty conscience. He kept observing the classmates who returned to the classroom while eating. At about [-]:[-], everyone came back.

Except for one person, Lin Duo, who usually came back the earliest, was actually the last one to enter the classroom today.

Wen Kuo couldn't help but glanced twice more, and ended up looking at each other accidentally.

Lin Duo seemed a little panicked and a little shy, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Wen Kuo: "..."

It’s over.

Lin Duo was copying English phrases frantically with his head down, copying half a page before he calmed down.

She was going to eat fried rice at window No. [-] at noon today, but that window was closed for some reason, so she had to go to other places, and only the place selling steamed buns was less crowded, so she went to buy two. , When I went back, I was walking and eating, and I was downstairs at [-]:[-].

After going upstairs, she turned to the bathroom to wash her hands, and was walking over shaking the water from her hands, when she saw the scene that made his heart stop.

She saw Jiang Peizhi kissing Wen Kuo.

Lin Duo almost thought for a moment that he had read it wrong, and stared at it again before confirming that, yes, Jiang Peizhi and Wen Kuo were indeed kissing.

In a panic, she ran back to the bathroom and squatted in the cubicle to digest the news for 10 to [-] minutes.

Lin Duo drew circles on his hands: the first in the class and the second in the class are together, and she is the third in the class.

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