The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

Not long after, Zhang Caijun returned with a pile of cards, and other students also went up the mountain one after another. When they were about to take a break or spread their legs to play, they were told the bad news that an ancient poetry activity was about to be held. His pale faces became even paler, as if they were about to pout one by one.

Since it is carried out in groups, it is the small team that went up the mountain.

The members of Team 666 all set their sights on Yan Xinguang.

Yan Xinguang: "..."

After a while, he said lightly: "My ancient poetry is average."

This is true.Dashen's good grades are mainly in science, mathematics and physics are all full marks, as for Chinese, that's it.

Wu Jing stroked his chin and wondered if Mr. Yan's failure in Chinese and science had something to do with his handwriting?

After Yan Xinguang said that, everyone looked at Su Zhiye in unison.After all, in their team, apart from Yan Xinguang, he was the one with the best grades.

Su Zhiye waved his hands again and again, his face was about to explode, "I, I, I can't do it!"

Duan Changhan slapped him on the back, and said rudely: "A man can't say no, understand? It will be you and the fat man in a while."

Liu Lei who was suddenly cue: "Me???"

Su Zhiye's bones were about to be broken by his slap, and he was about to vomit blood, dizzy, and after a long delay, he agreed weakly, "Okay then..."

The air in this mountain is really fresh, and while everyone has just come up and is still drinking and eating, Wu Jing looks left and right, the camera in his hand is ready to move, and he wants to escape when he finds the right opportunity.

Before taking two steps, the collar of the clothes was dragged back.

Yan Xinguang's low voice rang in his ear: "Where are you going?"

Wu Jing especially couldn't stand Yan Xinguang pulling his collar and talking so close to him, which made him feel like a cat with the back of his neck numb.

Wu Jing was touched for the camera in his bag, and lied, "I'm going to get the tent."

Yan Xinguang nodded and said, "Oh, I'll go with you."

Wu Jing: "..." He just wanted to run away for a while, but could he be arrested? ?

Wu Jing: "Okay, if you are strong, you will be responsible for carrying all our team's tents back."

While venting his anger secretly, he followed Yan Xinguang to another small slope - there was an uphill road over there, and their tent was brought up by a minivan, and Director Xing was guarding there. Stare at the head and nod the number of tents.

Usually, this kind of wolf-like dean will always have a beloved student, and Yan Xinguang is obviously the one destined to be appointed by Lord Xing.

Seeing the two people coming, Director Xing immediately beamed with joy, as if greeting his own nephew, and said kindly: "Xin Guang is here to get your team's tent? Come here to sign."

Wu Jing poked his head out from behind Yan Xinguang, and said with a smile, "Director, I'm still here."

Director Xing's eyes lingered on the two of them for a few seconds, smiled more kindly, and said, "Very good, very good. The teacher is also very pleased to see that you guys get along so well with each other. This spring outing After that, there will be another monthly exam soon, and I hope you will have a good grade."

Wu Jing didn't know what Director Xing was gratifying about. He thought that he had a good relationship with all his classmates, but then he thought about it. Dare to make a hippie smile, nodded obediently and said: "Yeah."

For a while, the atmosphere was amiable.Yan Xinguang took the pen to sign, and Wu Jing and Director Xing leaned over to look at it.

Wu Jing instructed: "The captain is Su Zhiye, just write his name, um, yes, the team name? It's just 666, did you forget? Why, write it, how cute is this team name..."

Director Xing just watched his beloved students write words one by one under Wu Jing's command. He looked down, and just wanted to praise him habitually, when he was stimulated by the wild and unruly font.

Director Xing's face trembled, but he quickly stabilized his expression, thinking about his words, and said tactfully: "Xin Guang, you can write this word a little slower..."

Wu Jing: "Pfft."

Yan Xinguang raised his head and glanced at him.

Wu Jing immediately stood at attention when he saw it, and said obediently: "Director Xing, you don't know, his handwriting has improved now, and I can understand it anyway."

Director Xing was still immersed in the shock of his beloved student's handwriting like this. Hearing his words, he was even more in a trance, "What? Has it improved?"

How unsightly was it written before? ?

Yan Xinguang had finished filling in the information at this time, put the cap on the pen, and said, "Well, I have practiced calligraphy for a while."

Director Xing: Suffered critical damage

The two of them took a total of three tents, Wu Jing didn't take any of them with peace of mind, humming a song and walking in front of Yan Xinguang, jumping all the way, looking very happy.

As expected, Yan Xinguang had a bit of kung fu. He climbed a mountain and carried three dead tents, and he walked very briskly.He looked at Wu Jing who was so happy that he was about to fly up in front of him, his heart moved, and he said, "Are you so happy?"

Wu Jing: "I'm very happy! Hahahaha, didn't you see Director Xing's expression just now? Teacher Yan, your perfect image in the eyes of the teachers has been ruined once hahahahahaha!"

He bent down laughing while holding his belly, his face wrinkled into a small round ball, there were light cat lines on his cheeks, his eyes were bright like something, and he looked extremely cunning.

Yan Xinguang suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands.

Of course it didn't refer to the itch of wanting to beat someone up, but he found himself wanting to rub someone's face more and more, extremely, very much.

When he realized this, Yan Xinguang was a little dazed.

In his 16 years of life, he has always divided the people around him into two categories—those who need to respond by himself, and those who do not need to respond by himself.The former, he perfunctory; the latter, he ignored.

Life and interpersonal relationships are neatly and cleanly divided by such a simple and crude criterion, and he lives like a solitary beast.

Yan Xinguang regarded Wu Jing as the latter at first, but later, he felt that he could be classified as the former.

But now, he feels that it seems that he cannot be defined so simply.Because he found that he didn't want to ignore him, nor was he willing to perfunctory him, and even, in many cases, he still wanted to approach him a little bit.

Yan Xinguang stared at the round, fluffy and very nice looking back of the head, and stopped.

Wu Jing noticed that the people behind stopped and turned to look at him.

Teacher Yan, who saw him in a serious manner, seemed to let out a helpless breath, with a smile on his lips, looked at him, and said, "'Already' understand my handwriting?"

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