The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

The first class in the afternoon is Chinese. The Chinese teacher is talking about the reading of this small test paper, and the bottom half of the people are continuing to dream about the unfinished nap.

The language teacher is a little angry.

In the third middle school, science is more important than literature, and the Chinese class has gradually been reduced to the status of a sub-class. There are too many people who catch up on Chinese class.

When it was 10 minutes before the end of get out of class, the teacher didn't want to talk anymore, put together the teaching plan, put his hands on the podium, and said helplessly: "I know you don't want to listen to the Chinese test papers, but if you want to change it to mathematics and physics, I see you Can you still sleep?"

There was a rustling sound, and the dozing people opened their eyes one after another.

Wu Jing squinted his head in a daze, looked to the right, and found that Yan Xinguang hadn't come back yet.

He rubbed his eyes, reached out and took out his phone, and saw that the chat messages of the two people were still stuck in the question where he asked Yan Xinguang what he was doing, and whether he secretly went to eat well behind their backs.

An hour has passed and still no reply.

The Chinese teacher was still babbling on the podium: "The mid-term exam is coming soon, the big exam of this semester. The average Chinese score of our class was ranked sixth in the monthly exam last time. You can figure it out this time. If you don't do well in the exam, At that time, I won’t be the one to say a few words, the parents will take care of themselves—Wu Jing?”

The teacher changed his voice, and precisely hit Wu Jing who was playing with the mobile phone on the table.

Wu Jing was shocked and immediately stood up, "Here!"

Seeing his quick response, the Chinese teacher was annoyed and amused, pointing to the door: "Are you awake? Go to the door and stand there, let the hair blow to wake you up, so that you don't have to scold you in the next class."

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Especially Yao Bin, who dared to laugh till he crowed even though he was still sleepy.

It was only a few minutes before the end of get out of class, Wu Jing responded, stepped on Yao Bin slowly when passing by him, and then walked outside the classroom.

Standing with his back against the wall for a while, he frequently looked at the stairs. As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Wu Jing took the advantage of standing outside the door and rushed to the toilet first.

After the water was drained, he opened the door and saw a hazy shadow when he raised his eyes.

It was Yan Xinguang who seemed to have just come back and hadn't even put on his school uniform yet.

He drank some wine, and his whole body was slightly drunk, and when his eyes were lifted up, there was a hint of water.

He came in to wash his hands, and was pulling paper from the sink to wipe his wet palms.

Wu Jing was a little soft-hearted by his rare and confused eyes, since he had only seen him for two hours, she really wanted to hug him.

The action has already taken a step ahead of reason.

As soon as Yan Xinguang raised his head, before he could make any reaction, he felt a skinny boy with black hair sticking up, and he rushed straight towards him. If he took a step slower, he would almost miss hugging him.

In the small space, he desperately rubbed his head into Yan Xinguang's neck, like a cat who has seen catnip.

Yan Xinguang caught Wu Jing steadily, put one arm around his waist, and touched the back of his neck with the other hand, tugged lightly, and said helplessly, "You just hug me if you wash your hands?"

The person in his arms twisted: "If you don't wash, don't wash, don't wash."

Yan Xinguang smiled, and the strength on his arm did not loosen at all, "I don't know who just sent a WeChat message saying that he responded to the teacher's call and kept a low profile in school."

After a pause, Yan Xinguang patted his butt, "Are you low-key? Go wash it."

Wu Jing jumped up instantly as if being pricked by a needle, his face flushed, "Why are you slapping my ass!"

When Zhou Shuyun beat him up when he was young, he wouldn't hit his ass.

In Wu Jing's view, the buttocks are a very private part, and now that they are photographed casually, he feels a little humiliated.

He raised his head and glared at Yan Xinguang, seeing that the person's expression was already clear, and he could no longer tell that he had drunk alcohol, then he snorted and slipped aside to wash his hands.

Yan Xinguang smiled.

While washing, he interrogated, "Where did you go at noon? I smelled like I was drinking too much, and you went extravagant behind my back?"

Yan Xinguang paused, and said lightly: "There is something."

While washing, a boy from the same class came in whistling.

Then I saw such a picture, one was washing his hands with red ears, the other was waiting by the side with his arms folded, his eyes glued to the other person, his expression was like a smile but not a smile.

Anyway, it doesn't look like the picture that should appear in the boys' toilet under normal circumstances.

The boy said "Yo", "Brother Jing, God? What are you two doing?"

Wu Jing didn't even turn his head. He recognized the person by the voice, as if he was sitting in front of Yao Bin with a crew cut, and immediately answered the words skillfully: "Of course it's doing what a man should do."

The boy didn't know where he wanted to go, and many people knew that the gossip between the two of them was true and false recently, so they subconsciously went to see Yan Xinguang.

Xue Shen raised his eyes and gave him a faint look.

Boy: "..."

Obviously Xueshen didn't do anything, but for some reason, after being stared at by him, he didn't dare to say anything, let alone molesting Wu Jing.

Xiaoping backed away step by step, and then slowly exited the toilet, saying, "Then you are busy, I won't bother you, I'll go to the toilet downstairs."

Wu Jing turned his head after washing his hands: "???"

He didn't know what was going on, but he heard the toilet door being closed, and the man was running very fast, and he vaguely heard someone running outside saying, "Don't go in, Brother Jing and Dashen are doing...things inside." .

Wu Jing: "..."

He stared at Yan Xinguang suspiciously, "What did you just do?"

Yan Xinguang is a little innocent: "I didn't do anything."

Wu Jingcai didn't believe it, so he pushed his waist, urging him to leave quickly.

The class in the afternoon was basically focusing on the key points, and the sound of flipping books rang out in the whole classroom.

Wu Jing flipped through a few pages, felt that he didn't know half of it, and was too lazy to move any more. He put the pen aside and stretched.

The short sweater moved up with the movement, revealing a small section of white waist.

Yan Xinguang glanced over inadvertently, and Wu Jing was glanced at, startled for a moment, took out the hand that was in his pocket to touch the phone, and gave him a flattering smile.

Yan Xinguang looked back again.

Depressed, Wu Jing picked up the pen again, first stroked it blindly, then pinched it in his hand and flew it up, and finally began to wander in the sky.

Next week is the mid-term exam, and the Friday after the exam is the parent meeting.

No. [-] Middle School has always been very ruthless, and will announce the test results to all students and parents on the day of the parent meeting. This move can be described as insane.

Wu Jing hasn't told his parents about this yet, and he doesn't know whether it will be Zhou Shuyun or Wu Deliang who will come over.

Those two are very busy.

Moreover, at the first parent meeting, Wu Jing was really a little panicked.

It's not that they are worried about things like being scolded by their parents because their grades are too bad. After all, their family has always been more open about grades.

only……

He turned his head and quietly looked at Yan Xinguang who was bowing his head and concentrating on turning the pages of the book.

The boy's face was slightly lowered, and the side face against the light was so perfect that it was outrageous. The long and thick eyelashes cast a thick shadow under the eyelids.

However, Yan Xinguang's parents will also come and sit in this seat.

At that time, Yao Erniu will announce Yan Xinguang's perverted score and the inevitable first place in his grade in Mandarin with correct accent, and then, when it comes to his own score, it may only be half of his tablemate...

I don't know if Yan Xinguang's parents will cast a curious glance at their son's deskmate with poor grades.

Wu Jing can be shameless under normal circumstances, but it doesn't mean that he can disregard face anytime and anywhere. At least, being despised by Yan Xinguang's parents is definitely not within his level of shameless defense.

Yan Xinguang noticed the gaze from the right.

He looked over and met Wu Jing's dull eyes.

His somewhat round eyes were wide open, as if he was looking at him, but also seemed to be in a daze, like a ignorant little duck.

Yan Xinguang paused, reached out and pinched his face, "What are you thinking?"

Wu Jing came back to his senses, his cheek was still being pinched, and a small lump of soft flesh was pinched and swelled up.

"Oh, nothing."

Yan Xinguang smiled, and let go of the hand that was pinching his face.

In the end, he leaned over by himself again, lowered his voice, and looked more like a small animal: "Mr. Yan, please help me draw the key points."

On the day of the exam, Wu Jing walked into the sixth exam room with her student ID card and stationery.

Yao Bin and Duan Changhan stood together shoulder to shoulder, shaking their fingers together in a very tacit understanding, accusing him of betraying the organization, and went ashore from the tenth examination room alone.

Wu Jing snorted and said with a smile: "Where can I go, I'm pointing at the first examination room, OK?"

Yao Bin choked for a moment, his eyes widened, "You don't have to, brother? You want to take the Tsinghua University exam?"

Yao Bin wanted to say a few more words to him, and the invigilators from each examination room came over holding the sealed test papers. They greeted each other and went back to the examination room.

Thanks to his progress in the last monthly exam, Wu Jing sat in the sixth exam room for the first time. When he took a deep breath and sat down, he saw Liu Lei in the first row turned his head and waved at him while winking.

Wu Jing raised his eyebrows, gave him a cool smile, and lowered his head to arrange the stationery.

After the papers were handed out, he took a deep breath and his hands were shaking for the first time. He felt that the significance of this exam was very important!

It is related to his whole life!

In his mind, he repeatedly recalled the key points that Yan Xinguang had drawn for himself in the past few days, as well as the key question types summarized, and secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

The invigilator in their examination room is the history teacher of Wu Jing's class.

He naturally knew a good-looking and flamboyant student like Wu Jing.

While walking around in the classroom, he looked around at the students' answer sheets, and when he saw Wu Jing, he was slightly taken aback.

Hmm... a bit of a surprise.

The two-day exam ended quickly.

Wu Jing packed his schoolbag and just returned to the classroom. Everyone in the classroom was restoring the moving desks and chairs for the exam. He moved his desk back and just leaned there to play with his mobile phone.

After a while, Yao Bin came in with his schoolbag. When he saw him, he cried and howled, shouting to go out to dinner together at night, saying that he lost a drop after a bad exam.

Before Wu Jing could agree, Yao Bin started to send WeChat messages to Duan Changhan and Liu Lei himself. He tapped his phone for a long time and looked up, only to find that Wu Jing's expression was calm, and he didn't seem very interested.

Yao Bin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "What's wrong, you didn't pass the exam?"

He wanted to reach out to knock Wu Jing's head, but was blocked by Wu Jing's raised elbow, lowered his eyes and said: "No. I have something to do at night, so I won't go eat with you."

As he said that, he pointed to his mobile phone and said that Zhou Shuyun had sent him a WeChat message, asking him to wait at the gate of the school at night, and the driver drove over to pick him up for dinner.

The author has something to say: the first update in the Year of the Rat! !

happy new year~~~~~~

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