In the afternoon the sun was getting brighter. Although it was autumn, those who ran and jumped on the playground were sweating from the heat.

Many people took off their uniforms, and Wu Jing was no exception.

He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, a baseball cap on his head, his sideburns were shaved at some point, and they became more radiant. He carried the tripod with his arms without muscles. Yao Bin molested him before he left. poked it.

"Our Lord Jing's skin is whiter than a girl's!"

Wu Jing glanced at him.

He is not a physique that is easy to gain muscle, even if he jumps up and down like a monkey all day long, he can't get tanned. Zhou Shuyun often sighs that it would be great if he is also a girl.

When we arrived at the shooting range, there were already a bunch of people around, three floors inside and three floors outside, and half of them were girls. He was jumping hard outside, but he couldn't see inside at all.

Wu Jing snorted coldly.Can't see, can't he guess?

With this posture, one can tell with a strand of hair that there must be someone who is particularly eye-catching in it, posing and showing off its charm.

It wasn't until he heard that the referee inside was preparing to start the match that Wu Jing became anxious. He couldn't even get in. How could he complete the task?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he was quick to wit, and shouted loudly: "Look this way, look this way! The girls here step aside, and the girls over there pay attention to their expressions! Hey, yes, smile brighter !"

When he called out like that, quite a few people really looked back.Wu Jing hastily set up the tripod, looked over there through the lens, and pretended to be shooting.

Immediately, many girls screamed and recognized him as the person in charge of filming this sports meeting.Thinking of entering the country, the girls all took out small mirrors to tidy up their appearance, and they didn't form a circle in such a nympho, and each of them became reserved and scattered to the side.

After such a breakup, a small path was given up, leaving room for Wu Jing, a great photographer, who just happened to see the inside of the arena through the lens.

Wu Jing's plan was clear, and he adjusted the focus proudly, and slammed into the center.As soon as they met, his eyes widened a little.

Hiss... This Yan Xinguang, described as scratching his head and posing, is quite light.This is simply a peacock spreading its tail!

Although the weather was hot, Yan Xinguang did not take off his coat.

"Autumn Banquet" was well worn by him, the buttons were fastened meticulously, the knuckles of the fingers holding the gun were tense, but the host had a cold expression on his face.

The girls screamed softly until a "bang" shot hit the bull's-eye, and the screams became louder.

Yan Xinguang seemed unable to hear those noises, and reached out to change the gun.

The Xiechang was stunned, and forgot to hand over the things until Yan Xinguang frowned, stretched out his long arms, and took the things away by himself.

Another two easy shots, all hit.

"Wow--"

"Master Yan is really handsome!"

Middle school students don't know how to shoot, they only know how to watch.In previous years, no one paid attention to cold events. Even the contestants came here with the mentality of playing casually to earn activity points.It's a pity that there is someone who can really play this year. In comparison, Jing looks like a joke.

Naturally, the crowd of onlookers didn't understand, and the girls only knew that they covered their mouths and gleamed with starry eyes-the god of learning who is usually unattainable can only take this opportunity to have a good time on the sports field.

The team was in a hurry to score points, and there was no need to compare the rest. The outcome was already over.

Yan Xinguang put away his gun, adjusted the hem of his clothes, and looked up to see people outside the crowd.

At some point, Wu Jing actually put on a pair of sunglasses, most of his small face was covered by the hat and sunglasses, and he smiled with a mouthful of glutinous rice white teeth, screaming the most excitedly and the loudest in the already noisy crowd , "Teacher Yan, you are so handsome! I took a good photo of your heroic appearance!"

Yan Xinguang: "..."

He raised his legs and walked out, his eyelashes drooping slightly, probably wanting to pretend that he didn't know this person.

How could Wu Jing let him run away like this, he picked up the tripod and chased after him, trotting all the way beside him, panting and warmly invited, "Mr. Yan, don't you want to see your handsome photo?"

Yan Xinguang: "I don't really think so."

Wu Jing: "I don't really think about it, but I think about it a little bit?"

The equipment was a bit heavy, but he stepped fast and breathed heavily, his breath blowing to Yan Xinguang's neck like a breeze.

Yan Xinguang was a little itchy from the blowing, so he took the time to look at him, and saw that his light-colored lips were slightly opened, exhaling hot air gently.

He stopped suddenly and looked back at him.

Wu Jing also raised his head and looked at him, his eyes wide open, looking very innocent.

"Heavy?"

Wu Jing was taken aback, "Huh?"

In the next second, the tripod was picked up, his hand lightened suddenly, and he stopped panting, but his face turned redder, and he said with a smile, "Mr. Yan, may I treat you to milk tea?"

It was the sports meeting, there were more people in the school supermarket than usual, and there was a small queue in front of the milk tea shop.

Naturally, Wu Jing didn't dare to let Yan Xinguang do this kind of queuing, so he invited him to a table beside him, took out a paper towel and wiped it seriously, and then invited him to sit down.

Yan Xinguang watched him busy, his lips moved, until Wu Jing brought back two cups of iced milk tea, the flattery on his face was almost overflowing, he took the drink cup and took a sip slowly.

Wu Jing watched him swallow a mouthful of pearls and asked, "How does it taste?"

Yan Xinguang put down the cup and said nothing.

Wu Jing became anxious, "Isn't it good?"

Then how can I continue to say what I want to say next?

Yan Xinguang looked at him and asked, "Is there anything you can ask me?"

Wu Jing was stunned, and he continued to say, "Do you want me to play basketball?"

"...How did you know." He hadn't even opened his mouth yet, and his thoughts had been seen through by accident, so what kind of milk tea would he invite Yan Dashen to drink?

Wu Jing stared at the cup of milk tea in Yan Xinguang's hand, trying to kill it with his sight.

Yan Xinguang: "I heard it."

While Wu Jing and Tang Ning were discussing this matter, he was making preparations under the shade of a tree not far behind.His hearing is not bad, and he listened to everything, including Wu Jing's complaint of "why did you ask me to call him again? I'm just a small deskmate".

Wu Jing nodded blankly, "Oh." While thinking, where were they talking?Where was Teacher Yan at that time?

Yan Xinguang looked at him in a daze, picked up the milk tea and was about to leave, Wu Jing hurriedly called him: "Then you agreed? Is that how you agreed?"

Yan Xinguang's footsteps stopped.

In the next second, Wu Jing immediately began to regret, he shouldn't have said this more.

Seeing Yan Xinguang's surrounding aura inexplicably, he began to feel uncomfortable, and the words he spit out were as trembling as his master. He said, "The midterm exam is coming."

Wu Jing: "..."

Needless to say, he also knew that the midterm exam was coming.It's just, what's your purpose in reminding me? ?

Yan Xinguang continued: "Remind you, take the test hard." After a while, he added, "This is the obligation of the deskmate."

The word "same table" was bitten a bit hard by him, Wu Jing was dumbfounded, and unconsciously repeated his words, "Oh, I will take the test hard."

When everyone was gone, Wu Jing let out a howl.

Tangning, you bastard!For you, I even sacrificed myself this time!

I am a rich second generation, why should I work hard for the midterm exam!

Teacher Yan's tone seemed as if Wu Jing didn't do well in the exam, so he was going to be picked alive. Could it be that the gang has such a strong sense of responsibility? ?

The author has something to say: I really want to be thick and long_(:з」∠)_

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