do you study

Chapter 6 Fighting

The screen was full of roses, except for the good looks, Jiang Xing couldn't get a dime.

He didn't care much, because most of the student party had no money, and many came here for free.

After the live broadcast, Jiang Xing didn't read the private messages in the backstage first, but took out a few notes and books from the suitcase.

Regarding advanced mathematics, he had only just started reading it not long ago, and the books he used were also second-hand books he managed to get.There are a lot of original owner's notes on it, which can help him determine the key points more quickly.

But learning these things that are not needed for the time being is just a hobby, Jiang Xing flipped through and found the [day. ] asked him the scope of the question, roughly circled it, and began to read.

The two lines he wrote on the paper just now can only give the answer, but if you want to explain it thoroughly, you still need to read the basic analysis carefully.

Looking at it, I saw that before school was over at night, the monotonous school bell rang for nearly a minute.Jiang Xing put away all his books, slammed them into the newly bought storage box, and pressed them under the bed.

There are now two quilts on his bed, one he bought himself, and the other was covered by someone who covered him last night, guess it was the housekeeper aunt.

It doesn't seem good to go back like this. After all, he had a fever last night, and the quilt must have been stained with illness. Jiang Xing struggled for a moment, then took off the quilt cover, soaked it in a basin of water, and then poured laundry detergent into it.

There is no washing machine, and he hasn't washed such a large item by hand for a long time. He accidentally poured too much laundry detergent, causing bubbles everywhere, and the clothes he just changed today are half wet.

Jiang Xing: "..."

He's a little cranky.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, Jiang Xing resisted the urge to throw the basin, and opened the door with a cold face——

A smiling face came into view.

Ji Xu: "At the same table, long time no..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Jiang Xing, and his voice faltered.

Although the young man who opened the door for him was expressionless, the irritability and gloom between his brows were almost overflowing, and he looked extremely fierce.

But Ji Xu inexplicably remembered last night when Jiang Xing lightly rubbed against his palm... so soft.

Jiang Xing's upper body was almost drenched, and his black hair was covered with limp bubbles. Summer clothes were very thin, and after getting wet, they clinged to the skin, outlining an extremely tough green waistline.

Seeing that Ji Xu was in a daze and didn't make a sound for a long time, Jiang Xing said in a cool tone, "Is there something wrong?"

This person was teasing him in the Internet cafe. For the sake of helping last night, it was his biggest concession not to close the door immediately.

"...Oh," Ji Xu coughed lightly, "I'll get my quilt."

Jiang Xing:?

He thought of the quilt he had just thrown into the basin, and said in silence, "...you were the one who covered me with the quilt yesterday?"

"Is that your quilt?"

"if not?"

Ji Xu took it for granted and boasted, "Who else would be so kind except me."

The trance just now seemed to be an illusion, he smiled and spread out his hands: "At the same table, where is my quilt?"

"..."

Quilt, in the water.

Jiang Xing calmed down for a few seconds, raised his eyes, met Ji Xu's smiling gaze, then pursed his lips and closed the door in one go.He quickly wiped his hands clean, and walked towards the bed sullenly.

Ji Xu's smile froze on his face.

He slowly made a question mark and put down his hand. Before he could react, the door swung open again.He held a new quilt at the same table, put it into his arms with a cold face, and said in a slightly quick tone: "I asked you to remove your quilt, and I will return this new one to you."

Jiang Xing paused, then changed his words: "Change it for now, and I'll pay you back after I've done it."

Ji Xu blinked.

"what……"

After stuffing the quilt at the same table, he took a step back abruptly, and said two words expressionlessly, "Thank you."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut, and there was the sound of suitcases rubbing against each other from behind, probably his deskmate blocked the door with a suitcase again.

The new quilt is soft and heavy, not cold velvet, but warm down cotton.

Ji Xu stood in front of Jiang Xing's door thoughtfully for a moment, vaguely trying to understand what was going on, and after a while, he couldn't help but chuckled and pinched the new quilt.

His deskmate is quite cute.

Ji Xu returned to his dormitory in a good mood.

Jiang Xing stood at the door of the bathroom and calmed down for a while.

The sheets were still soaked in water and hadn't been washed, so they couldn't really throw them away.

If it really belonged to the housekeeper auntie, he would wash it as soon as he washed it, but why is it Ji Xu's... He has never washed things for his peers since he grew up.

Especially he still thinks Ji Xu is very annoying.

It can't be done without washing, but he always feels weird after washing.

Jiang Xing let out a breath, determined to keep out of sight and out of mind, closed the bathroom door and lay down on the bed, picked up his phone and clicked on the backstage private message of the live broadcast.

[day. ] Still sending him a message:

little brother~

Is little brother still there~

Countless rippling tildes.

Jiang Xing frowned more and more as he watched.

#地铁老人手机jpg.#

Is this guy here to ask a question?

This is very similar to those harassing private messages he received two years ago.

He typed out a few words: [Are you a girl? ]

[day. ]:no.

That's fine.

Jiang Xing squeezed his phone expressionlessly, took out a piece of paper, wrote down the process of solving the problem on the side of the table, then took a photo and sent it: [Solution. ]

After this picture was sent, Ji Xu, who was far away in the dormitory opposite, quickly clicked on it, glanced at the steps to solve the problem, and his eyes lit up.

What he thought was right, this person's problem-solving technique was very similar to his, very unique.

But the details are better than he can grasp.

Ji Xu hurriedly finished washing, pushed away Zeng Zhi who was looking over curiously, and climbed onto the bed in twos and twos.

Zeng Zhi's face was full of question marks: "Old Ji, what's wrong with you, who are you chatting with? Object?"

"What object?" Ji Xu raised his eyebrows, "it's a bosom friend."

Zeng Zhi snorted, "What bosom friend?"

Ji Xu paused for a moment, then smiled lazily: "What kind of confidant can I have, a confidant who fights in the game."

"Well, I won't tell you anymore, and you don't understand even if I tell you."

He looked down at the phone screen again and typed:

[Brother Crab ~ You speak so well qwq, it’s all because I don’t have money, if I have money, I’ll give my little brother a gift. ]

[Little brother, let's add a friend, let's have an in-depth exchange and understand? ]

It was the first time that Ji Xu met someone who had such a similar thinking to his problem-solving ideas, so he decided to become friends first, maybe he could deduct some problem-solving patterns that he didn't know about.

On the other side, Jiang Xing looked at the words 'Let's have an in-depth exchange and understanding', and became more certain of his thoughts. He squinted his eyes and his fists were a little itchy.

[Three Hibernation]: Got it, right?

[day. ]: Yes~

[Three hibernation]: It's good to understand, so as not to smash my signboard.

I just wanted to say that the next door should drive you away. You might as well go to the junior high school area to ask such a simple question.

[day. ]:?

[Three hibernation]: Don't you think you are a boy who is older than me and still sends QAQ, little brother, qwq, what's wrong with you?

[day. ]:? ?

[Three hibernation]: If you want to whore for free, just say so, no shame, don't you think you're very eloquent?

[day. ]:? ? ?

Ji Xu was stunned, and asked Zeng Zhi, "Am I very eloquent?"

Zeng Zhi was puzzled: "No tea, what's the matter, your bosom friend said you have tea?"

The phone vibrated again, and Ji Xu looked down.

[Three hibernation]: I doubt how you got into college, read more books if you have nothing to do.Although the brain is born, but the IQ can reach the normal level after hard training, don't give up, come on ^-^

Ji Xu: "..."

Zeng Zhi: "Did your confidant in the game quarrel with you?"

Ji Xu: "I'm not a confidant now."

Zeng Zhi:?

Ji Xu: "It's the dark shark's target."

Ji Xu's fingertips flew up:

[day. ]: The problem-solving idea you sent me is the most basic one.

[Sorry, the other party blocked your message and left a message to you: Heh. 】

"........."

Before turning off the lights, Zeng Zhi glanced at Ji Xu and shivered: "Old Ji, your expression seems to be eating people."

Ji Xu smiled: "Oh."

Swish, the lights went out.

Inexplicably, Zeng Zhi's back felt cold, and he crawled into his bed.

He felt murderous.

After beating a harasser, Jiang Xing finally felt a little happier. He looked at the quilt that belonged to Ji Xu on the bed, and felt a little regretful.

He just washed the quilt cover, and the quilt was fine. If he had known earlier, he would just have to return a new quilt cover... Now it is better to cover it or not.

After hesitating for a while, out of responsibility for his own health, Jiang Xing still tore off the quilt and covered it with a small corner in disgust. Fortunately, the weather is not cold now, so he can't freeze like this.

The big deal is to forget about buying another quilt tomorrow.

Sleeping in a daze, Jiang Xing gradually retracted himself into the quilt, with the tip of his nose against the edge of the quilt, and his black hair softly scattered on the side of his face.

Ji Xu's quilt smelled like it had been tanned by the sun.

He is very familiar with this smell. He spread out the quilt and hung it on the clothes rail in the warm noon, and patted the quilt meticulously and vigorously to make it soft.

Handmade old cotton.

Shu Ran is completely different from the new quilt.

The young man didn't know what he dreamed of, his eyebrows were soft, and he quietly hugged the quilt tightly.

Day two.

Jiang Xing stepped on the class bell and entered the classroom.

With bread and milk in his hand, he looked lazy and his air pressure was slightly low.

Ji Xu arrived early, he seemed to like to be rubbed against each other very much, as soon as Jiang Xing sat down, he came over, "Thank you classmate Jiang for the quilt last night."

Which pot does not open which pot.

Jiang Xing didn't want to talk to him, so before the teacher came in, he plugged in a straw and took a sip of milk, "Yeah."

Ji Xu: "Is my quilt still comfortable?"

Jiang Xing coughed for some reason, and quickly pulled out a piece of paper to cover his mouth, his ears turned red.

Ji Xu quickly patted Jiang Xing on the back, "Are you okay?"

"……fine."

He didn't really want to admit that the quilt he wanted to hold in his arms when he woke up this morning and saw that he had been ravaged so disfigured was Ji Xu's.

Shen Jiajia, Zeng Zhi's deskmate in the front row, turned around awkwardly, and said to Jiang Xing, "That...I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a fever the night before yesterday."

Jiang Xing didn't come to class yesterday, Ji Xu told them the reason, Shen Jiajia struggled for a long time, but decided to apologize.

Jiang Xing was slightly stunned, and vaguely remembered that a few girls' voices called him that night, but he was so uncomfortable at the time that he didn't pay attention to what the other party said.

"From now on... they will all be in the same class. If you have anything to say, just say it."

After Shen Jiajia finished speaking, she quickly turned around and ignored her.

Jiang Xing's expressionless face was quite indifferent, and he didn't seem to care much about anything. Ji Xu watched for a moment, but felt that his deskmate seemed to be in a trance, so he poked the back of Jiang Xing's hand meanly.

Jiang Xing's body was slightly stiff, and he almost subconsciously retracted his hands into his cuffs, hiding them so that no one could see them at all.

He frowned and looked at Ji Xu, his tone was cold: "What's the matter?"

Ji Xu blinked, and for some reason remembered the long knife scar he saw on Jiang Xing's forearm when he was helping Jiang Xing cover the quilt that night.

He has a good memory. Although he hasn't been with Jiang Xing for a long time, when he thinks about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have seen his tablemate's hands completely. scar?

Ji Xu: "...It's okay, the teacher is here."

This class is still Lao Wang's class. He looked around and knocked on the desk, "Stop talking."

Seeing that his expression was normal, Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was live broadcasting without gloves, he almost fell off because of his hands in real life several times, and he developed the habit of hiding his hands over time.

The last class is physical education, and school uniforms are required.

The class atmosphere immediately became lively, and they took out a lot of fun things and planned to go to the playground to gather.

As the class monitor, Zeng Zhi took a break from class and brought over the school uniform that Jiang Xing had ordered before, "For those who are 185, you can wear a coat first in this class."

"Come on, we should go."

The physical education classes in the class all set off together, and now waiting for Jiang Xing to change, many eyes fell on this side.

Ji Xu stopped laughing with the others, then subdued his smile, and looked at his tablemate.

Jiang Xing lowered his eyes. The results of the second and third classes of high school should be in the middle of the grade department, so the people who watched his live broadcast at the beginning... probably didn't.

Thinking uncertainly, he slowly stretched out his fingertips and landed on the school uniform on the table——

Ji Xu grabbed his hand violently.

Jiang Xing:? ? ?

Before he could understand what was going on, Ji Xu picked up the new school uniform on the table, pushed the others away, and walked out holding his hand.

Zeng Zhi called him: "Old Ji, what are you doing?!"

Ji Xu: "Tell me something at the same table, you go first, I will talk to the physical education teacher later."

The rest of the class looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Brother Xu's complexion was a bit uneasy just now, he didn't even smile..."

"I'm going, isn't it for a fight?"

"Didn't they almost fight in the classroom the day before yesterday?"

Zeng Zhi laughed dryly, giving full play to his duty as monitor, "Okay, okay, let's all gather."

The person involved, Jiang Xing, had no idea what happened, and was dragged into the toilet by Ji Xu in a daze.The latter also checked to see if there was anyone in the cubicle. After confirming that there was no one, he stuffed the school uniform over and said to Jiang Xing, "Okay, let's get started."

Jiang Xing slowly:?

At this moment, he sincerely feels that Ji Xu has some serious illness.

"What?"

Ji Xu took it for granted: "Change your clothes."

If Lu Feicheng were here, seeing Jiang Xing's expression now, he would definitely run away, but Ji Xu didn't know.

In his eyes, his inferior deskmate who dared not change clothes in public because of the scar on his arm, just silently clenched the transparent bag containing the school uniform, made a rattling sound, and asked in an unusually calm tone: "Why do you want to change clothes?" Change clothes in the bathroom."

For the sake of Ji Xu helping him before, Jiang Xing decided to give this idiot a chance to persuade him to change clothes in the toilet.

Of course Ji Xu can't say it's because I saw the scar on your arm.Out of the pride of protecting his tablemate, he smacked it for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Because it's more flavorful?"

Jiang Xing: "..."

Both were silent.

A cool low air pressure suddenly spread around.

Ji Xu laughed dryly, intending to make amends: "Actually, it's not..."

Jiang Xing let out a breath, lowered his eyes and moved his wrist slightly to look around.

"Is the toilet not monitored?"

Ji Xu: "..."

Just ask, is it still too late to run now?

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The first day Xiao Ji was beaten.