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Jiang Xing didn't say the reason, and Du Chaoming naturally wouldn't take the initiative to admit it. After being reprimanded by the old class, the two pretended to shake hands and make peace, but after that, they didn't like it anyway.

There are often frictions between boys, most of them fight, the past is the past, hooking shoulders and backs, laughing and cursing are still good brothers.But Jiang Xing curled his lips, thinking that his mind is very small!When you pour dirty water on others, you also get dirty yourself.Not to mention that Du Chaoming still had an attitude of justice, even if he really apologized, Jiang Xing would not be able to treat this person like before.

Of course the other party is the same.

Ye Zixuan looked at the multiple hangs and the limping, and tried to adjust the atmosphere, but was frightened by Jiang Xing's rare and serious expression.

Jiang Xing climbed to Fu Chengfeng's bunk, took down the box containing Fu Chengfeng's old things, went to the diagonally opposite door to look for Lu Tian, ​​and stuffed the box into his hand.

"I entrust these to you, you have to watch it."

"Um... how do I feel that you are going to die generously and calmly?"

"...On the contrary, I am about to pursue a happier life!"

"Have you been beaten up today?"

"..."

"What are these, do you want me to keep them?"

"Some things from Fu Chengfeng."

"Then why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"Isn't it inconvenient for him recently? Why are you so annoying, if you are asked to keep it, you can take good care of it!"

"...Damn it, I've never seen someone so arrogant when asking for help!"

Early the next morning, Jiang Xing waited until his roommate had left before getting up. Looking at the empty dormitory, he thought of the past days when Fu Chengfeng went from washing up alone to going out when he saw him lying in bed. There will be a sound to remind, and sometimes Jiang Xing gets up early, he will wait a little longer, and the two of them will go out together.

But this time, Fu Chengfeng had already checked out for a week.

Jiang Xing looked at the pig's head in the mirror, had fun looking at it, ran over and took the landline to make a call, "Mom, are you up yet?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't come to see me in the afternoon, I have an appointment for lunch with my classmates!"

"Then, Mom will go to your dormitory to pack your things for you first, and you will come back after eating."

"We have to go to the movies after dinner, and we have to play ball after watching the movies."

At this time, his father was a little uncomfortable and said: "There are quite a lot of entertainment activities. If you have so much time, why don't you read more books!"

"You go away, the child only rests for half a day a week, okay, don't talk to your dad, it's a good thing to cultivate relationships with classmates, the relationship between classmates must be good. Mom won't go there, if you want to eat, you can eat Just call and send it to you at night."

"Well, I know, by the way, I still want to... buy a mobile phone." Jiang Xing was afraid that his father would jump out of bed in a rage, and quickly said: "It's not for playing, just for making calls. I can buy it myself, it’s more convenient to have my own phone..."

Jiang Xing hung up the phone with a guilty conscience. For a short period of time in junior high school, he was crazily obsessed with mobile games. From a good baby who listened carefully in class and reviewed carefully after class, he became a kid who spent all his pocket money on games. The prodigal son also lied frequently about the whereabouts of the money. The matter was revealed by his short-sightedness, and he was severely beaten by his father afterwards.This also helped his father send him to No. [-] Middle School to experience the "strictly controlled" high school life.

It's sad to say that none of his playmates in junior high school is as hard-working as him, and no one's father loves his son as much as his father.

It was English time on weekend mornings, Jiang Xing stepped into the classroom, and memorized a few words. After the English test, Jiang Xing was in a daze. There are a bunch of unfamiliar words.

The original plan to find Fu Chengfeng in the afternoon had to be ruined because of the pig's head on his neck. He went to the mall alone to pick up a mobile phone, and obediently went back to the classroom to study.

When the half-day break was over, the number of people in the classroom gradually increased. When Lu Tian came back from the stadium, he was sweating profusely in short-sleeved clothes. He really had strong muscles and bones.

Jiang Xing chatted with him for a while, until Liu Haizhou appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the window by the back door, "Jiang Xing, you go to the office."

The first-grade math teacher's office is on the second floor. There are seven or eight bald heads with different curvatures and lusters. Luckily, Liu Haizhou is one of them. People's teachers.

And Ms. Zhao, the math teacher in the second class, is the third kind of species in this office. She is gentle and funny. When her class is taught by Liu Haizhou so hard that she doesn't dare to breathe, she can still hear the noise coming from the next class. Laughter.

What's more important is that she is beautiful, with those big eyes shining and long fluttering hair. Even now, the children in the second class are unwilling to believe that this is the mother of a child. Liu Haizhou is really lucky, what a coincidence Sitting on the left of Ms. Zhao.

"Little Jiang, did you fail in a fight with someone yesterday?" Zhao Zhen said with a smile.

Jiang Xing struggled to put on a bitter expression, "Well..."

"It's quite capable, come here, there's just some candies here, I'll surprise you," Zhao Zhen said as she handed him a candy box, "But why didn't you pass the weekly exam this time? Nai, I can make your teacher Liu so angry that you can roll it up and throw it away!"

Jiang Xing, whose IQ can be counted on ten fingers, is a frequent visitor to the mathematics office. He is invited by Liu Haizhou to have a cup of tea from time to time, and he has long mixed with the inheritors of the mentality of "the man who masters mathematics wins the world". His face was familiar, and Zhao Zhen even made fun of him when he saw him.

Jiang Xing glanced at Liu Haizhou's table, and saw a "wrinkled face" paper lying next to the teacup, and the name column was painted on none other than Jiang Xing.

And this weather-beaten test paper looked like the examiner was furious and kneaded it into a ball, and then unfolded it again. If you go up and touch it, you may feel the residual heat of the trash can.

Looking at the test paper, there are more than ten red crosses in a row, which can be described as shocking.

Jiang Xing suddenly became wilted, and he had some improvement in the mid-term exam in mathematics. After Fu Chengfeng left for two days, he was beaten back to his original form.

Although Liu Haizhou is indeed strict, he is also extremely dedicated to his work. He corrected the math that he took the exam yesterday afternoon on the weekend.

Seeing Jiang Xing bowed his head and said nothing, he couldn't help feeling compassionate, "You are also distracted by Fu Chengfeng's affairs, and it's understandable that you don't have a good grasp of recent knowledge points, so don't be too discouraged You can still catch up if you put your mind to it. So next, don't go to Fu Chengfeng. Although you didn't go to check the evening self-study that day, I know everything about you sneaking out again!"

Jiang Xingxin said that because Fu Chengfeng didn't come, no one chewed up what you said and fed it to me. If I didn't go to him, maybe you would have to tear up the test paper by then.

Then Jiang Xing was asked about some trivial matters. The old class was entrusted by his parents, and he was regarded as taking care of half of his parents at school. At the end, he mentioned the fight between Jiang Xing yesterday, "If there is any conflict in the future, talk to the other party first. When you talk, don't fight at the slightest disagreement. Fighting is not an act of bravery, let alone an act of brains. You and Du Chaoming share a dormitory, and the people in the same dormitory should help each other. Don't hurt your family's peace because of small things... "

Jiang Xing's gaze had been fixed on the two hairs protruding from Liu Haizhou's nose, but at this moment he raised his gaze faintly, "Mr. Liu, I was just about to tell you about this, I think I might not be able to talk to Du Chaoming is now a roommate..."