The teaching building of Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School is both modern and modern. The glass walls are vertically landed, and it is not inconsistent to airborne a UFO. There is really no need to use sugar to stir-fry chestnuts to take the bus. Master Ji was in a bad mood and redefined Lin Jing as a greasy old monster who had been integrated into human society for many years, but still had to pretend to be cheating on food and drink everywhere - the kind that doesn't like it no matter how you look at it.

In the Mathematics Office, Li Jiansheng was chatting with two students. In fact, he had nothing to do. He just routinely communicated with the transfer students to learn, emphasized the importance of mathematics, and then introduced the class representative to Lin Jing, so that Li Moyuan could take care of his new classmates.

"The next week's exam may be slightly beyond the syllabus for you, and there is no need to be too much pressure." Li Jiansheng said, "Transferring schools is a special situation, and the results will not be included in the big list this time."

"Thank you, teacher." Lin Jing nodded, and at the same time he was a little confused, "What is the big list?"

"Total score for the exam." Li Moyuan pointed out the window, "just beside the bulletin board."

Lin Jing looked in his direction and there was a group of school workers busy posting new lists, which should be the ranking of the last final score.

Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School also has a similar list, but it only lists the top 100 in the grade, which is a glory list that everyone wants to go on. Shanhai High School is much more brutal, from first to last in the grade, with detailed scores to rankings for each subject. Lin Jing stood in front of the high glass wall, his eyes fell on the familiar name at the last - Mathematics 27, English 38 points?

As the first in the grade, Li Moyuan also thinks this score is incredible. However, given that Ji Xingling is very popular in the class, he still kindly asked for a supplement: "Maybe I'm sick on the day of the exam."

Lin Jing said from the bottom of his heart: "Then he must be very ill."

As soon as he finished speaking, a basketball hit the ground with a "bang", causing a loud noise and dust! Both of them were shocked, and Ge Hao, who was not far away, was also shocked and asked the people around him in confusion: "Brother Xing, why did you suddenly throw my basketball?"

Ji Xingling snorted coldly and turned into the teaching building.

Ge Hao was about to cry without tears, so he had to pull out a smiley face that was even worse than crying at the two people next to the bulletin board - I don't know anything, really.

The unlucky basketball was parked next to a pair of pointed leather shoes.

After seeing who the other party was clearly, Ge Hao took a breath and rushed back to the second floor classroom to report the message: "Brother Xing, Brother Xing! You were caught by the old cow!"

The old Niu is named Niu Weidong. He has common hair loss troubles among men. He always tries to pull the hair behind to cover his forehead. He uses large scale sprays. According to different techniques, his hairstyle is always erratic between the old Hong Kong stars and the Hualun classmates. His leather shoes are shiny and shiny. He never wears big shorts and black sandals. He can be called the first fashionable middle-aged male teacher in the mountains and seas. It is said that he was a foreign young man who could dance with thunder disco in his early years, but it was limited to his "early years". Director Niu is a real strict teacher who even chose a son like Li Moyuan would be scared of meeting him.

"You two, are you okay?" Niu Weidong picked up the basketball with a bad expression.

Li Moyuan shook his head: "It's okay, Teacher Niu, let's go back to class right away."

Lin Jing asked in a low voice: "Who?"

Li Moyuan: "Dean of Teaching."

Lin Jing: “…”

Such dangerous behavior of throwing classmates with basketballs will be punished wherever they are placed. Ji Xingling went to the teaching office and successfully received three thousand words of handwritten review. Class 1, Grade 2, was also tragically taken, deducting half of the civilized scores, and gloriously ranked at the bottom of the whole grade.

Wang Hongyu was so angry that he called the culprit to his office during the break: "Why do you want to throw a basketball and hit your classmates?"

Ji Xingling said again: "According to accident, his hands slipped."

"The security department has transferred all the surveillance cameras. Can you call it a slipper?" Wang Hongyu turned the computer over and said, "Look at it yourself!"

Ji Xingling glanced at the screen and felt that his actions at that time were not related to "accidental", so he changed his words: "I want to make a joke with my new classmate."

"Also quibble!" Wang Hongyu raised his tone, "I'll ask again, why do I hit Li Moyuan with a basketball?"

Ji Xingling:?

All students in Class 1 of Grade 2 know that their class teacher seems kind and honest and smiling, but in fact he is smart and wise and protects his shortcomings. He rarely has a small trick under his nose. But even if he is as smart as Lao Wang, it is impossible to associate this conflict with Lin Jing, who has just transferred a class time. Ji Xingling happened to step on the steps and admit: "Because Li Moyuan got the first place in the grade, I am jealous of him."

"You are jealous..." Wang Hongyu was in a complicated mood and had not organized the critical language for a long time. At this time, the bell was about to ring, and he stood up with his laptop: "I asked your parents to come to the school on Friday, and now I will apologize to Li Moyuan first."

Ji Xingling's brow jumped unaware: "Okay."

...

Good size.

There was noisy in the classroom, some people were doing questions, some were talking about celebrities, Li Moyuan held half a piece of bread in his mouth, sorted the paper with his left hand and flipped the book with his right hand, accurately showing what it means to go against time to study, and then someone knocked on the table: "Hey."

The surroundings became quiet, and Li Moyuan looked up: "Is there anything wrong?"

Ji Xingling had a blank expression on his face: "I shouldn't have scared you with basketball just because I'm jealous of your good grades. I'm sorry."

Li Moyuan suspected that he had a deep auditory hallucination, and his eyes were filled with "Did you take the wrong medicine today?" The rest of the students were also slightly surprised to show respect. When did Young Master Ji be so concerned about his grades, he could still be blinded by jealousy? Shouldn't his personality be that if he didn't study hard, he would have to go home and inherit billions of property and so on?

Wang Hongyu was very satisfied with the apology effect of the whole class's alertness, so he said, "I won't be an example, I'll go to class now."

Ji Xingling agreed and walked back to his seat without looking squinting. Lin Jing was just here. Although he had not figured out the whole story of the incident for the time being, he also knew that 80% of the basketball had nothing to do with Li Moyuan. Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang, Master Ji stepped over and came over, and Leng Bingbing stretched out: "Give me the thing back."

Lin Jing was prepared for his work guide and eight pink bills to return it with both hands, intending to eliminate both money and debts from now on, but the world will disappear.

Ji Xingling glanced and reminded him condescendingly: "The hot pot bill is 35."

Lin Jing took out another hundred yuan from his wallet as he looked at the other party.

Ji Xingling continued, "I don't have change."

Lin Jing almost blurted out "No need to look for it", but given that the eldest young master was feeling unhappy at this time, he took out his cell phone: "Then I'll transfer it to you on WeChat."

Ji Xingling looked around, waved to Ge Hao, and entrusted him with the subsequent collection of payments. The intention of "not wanting the greasy old monster to tarnish his noble circle of friends" was beyond words. Unfortunately, Lin Jing was not very enlightened enough, so he could only understand this simply as hostility from a psychopath. Instead, Ge Hao, holding his guilt towards his new classmates and his respect for the top students, sent another explanation-

Yuanshen: Brother Xing may not be in a good mood recently, don’t care.

Lin Jing gave up the idea of ​​deleting his friend, thought about it, but he still returned with a smiley expression.

There were five big classes in the morning, and I finally waited until the bell rang. A large group of boys hugged Ji Xingling and went to the cafeteria to have dinner. Lin Jing glanced at the tall and thin back in the crowd. He didn't expect him to have such a good popularity. The mobile phone on the table was buzzing. It was a small group of friends from Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School, who were all concerned about the transfer of academic masters to their new life.

Keda: It's pretty good, but I seem to accidentally offend the evil forces in the class.

Beast: Hahahahahahaha, is it true?

Bray: Brother, you won’t be collectively isolated on the first day of class, right?

Wei: Who is so blind? Waiting, Dad will come to avenge you.

Beast: Transferring to offend campus bullies, what kind of fantasy love idol drama is the beginning.

Available:...

Lin Jing reflected on his careless friend and put his cell phone into his pocket. Li Mo asked him farther and said, "Go to the cafeteria together?"

"Okay." Lin Jing packed up his books and "Go to the Nan Restaurant."

Shanhai High School has two large canteens, Furongyuan and Nan Restaurant. The first floor serves normal meals. The difference is that there is an area on the second floor of Furongyuan. You can order a single order, without enjoying school subsidies, and the price is relatively quiet. Lin Jing feels that the young master like Ji Xingling who is too lazy to queue up, he should go straight to the second floor of Furongyuan, but there is an unexpected situation. Today, it is said that a meal-making sister who looks like a movie star came to the Nan Restaurant, so a group of boys went to join in the fun, surrounding the window of scrambled tomatoes and eggs was blocked. The uninformed employee Jing Chu, the master of the scrambled amine twisted sheath, cut the second round of the scrambled amine sheath.

Lin Jing wanted to leave on the spot.

Li Moyuan was also puzzled: "Furong Garden closed today?"

"Where?" The boy in the class passed by and frowned and explained, "The young lady at Window No. 3 looks like a little dragon girl."

Lin Jing looked at Ji Xingling, who seemed to be working hard and active in front of the team, with his expression very hard to describe.

Master Ji also wanted to curse people at this moment. He was simply pulled over by a confused person. Before he could react, he let the unrestrained grandchildren of Class 2 push them to the front. He lost his mood to eat, and even squeezed out with an empty plate. Li Moyuan sat opposite Lin Jing with fried noodles and drinks and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Lin Jing withdrew his gaze: "Nothing."

"Ji Xingling, right?" Li Moyuan inserted the straw, "He is easy to get along with. Do you have any conflicts?"

Lin Jing gave a next pause: "Did you see it?"

Li Moyuan smiled: "I have a good relationship with him. If I am jealous of my grades, I can deceive Lao Wang."

Lin Jing recalled the whole story of his acquaintance with Ji Xingling, and felt that it was really inexplicable and not worthy of having a bitter conversation at the meal time, so he said perfunctorily: "It's okay."

Ji Xingling walked past the two of them, sneered coldly, exposing this "okay" lie on the spot.

Lin Jing choked his throat with a mouthful of fried noodles, and he didn't want to talk to this person anymore.

When Ji Xingling returned to the classroom, the on-duty student had just finished packing the podium. When he saw him, he was surprised: "Brother Xing, why didn't you go to have a meal?"

"There are many people in the cafeteria, so don't be hungry." Ji Xingling pulled open the chair and sent a WeChat message to Yu Yizhou, asking him to come back to bring a bottle of drinks. The thick monster book was also stuffed into the table bucket, and several big bills were faintly exposed. When they were pulled out, a silver-white card was taken to the ground by "bang".

“…”

Ji Minglang is the head of the Demon Management Committee. Ji Xingling has been influenced by her since childhood and has seen many strange things. However, even if she is a monster, she knows that she must keep her ID card. If she loses it at will, and others will still refuse to accept it, it can basically be identified as having a brain problem.

English teacher Ning Fangfei pushed the door and held a thick stack of lesson plans in her arms. Ji Xingling, who was standing in the middle of the classroom like a seedling, was naturally caught by her as a strong man, and took a job of handing out exercise book.

"I won't be the case for English scores." Ning Fangfei is kind-hearted and has no deterrent power when criticizing students. "It depends on how you are so tall and tall, how can you burn that way during the exam. You need to strengthen physical exercise this semester."

"Well, thank you teacher." Ji Xingling took her gentle knife to some extent, even more effective than Lao Niu, the teaching department.

In the final exam last semester, he really had a fever. Although he couldn't get any high scores without fever, he definitely didn't have any math and English. The reason for a fever has nothing to do with physical fitness. When every growth cycle comes, he will get sick for a while, dizzy, and there is a tender willow in his bones, which makes him feel sour and refreshed.

It is precisely for this reason that the adult Qilin Mr. Ji did not express dissatisfaction with his son's final score, but when the parents signed, the old father was still a little shaking. The transcript was too heartbreaking, and Ji Minglang agreed to his wife's proposal that afternoon - after the new semester begins, he should move to Jiang'an Book Garden as soon as possible to accept Bai Ze's indiscriminate quotations.

At about half past one, the classmates who had finished their meal went back to the classroom one after another. Yu Yizhou put the cold Coke on Ji Xingling's desk: "Do you play basketball after school?"

Ji Xingling leaned back against the edge of the table: "I'll move today."

"You really go to Jiang'an Book Garden?" Yu Yizhou and he were both Jingui Young Master. They naturally resisted the group rented community, and their mouths twitched, "What are the aunt thinking?"

Yes, what is my mother thinking? Ji Xingling was puzzled. Will I go to Peking University or Tsinghua University when moving? What's more, even Bai Ze himself has already come out to dispel 300 replies, repeatedly emphasizing that he has not improved the combat effectiveness of all employees. The "Zhuangsheng Community" hyped by second-hand housing agencies is not credible. They are all scammers, so why do you need to move?

Yu Yizhou patted his shoulder to show comfort.

The first two sessions are English classes.

In the afternoon, he was prone to sleepiness, and he became even more sleepy when he was full. Seeing that the class bell rang, the classroom was still yawning. However, Ning Fangfei had a different approach to "awakening the sleepy little boy". She arranged a group conversation on the spot. After fifteen minutes, three random groups were randomly selected to perform on stage improvisation.

I woke up instantly and wailed and asked my missning to show mercy.

Ning Fangfei was amused: "Group according to the old rules, paired in two or two, hurry up!"

The "old rule" is to pair up the front and back tables, Lin Jing sat in the sixth row, but the unlucky guy in the fifth row is said to have been infected with chickenpox and has taken the leave to the midterm exam. He originally planned to take the initiative to defect to Li Moyuan, but Ning Fangfei's sharp eyes were sharp and pointed: "Lin Jing, you are in the same group as Ji Xingling, Yu Yizhou, you don't have to participate in the situational practice, go to the office to help me get the paper."

Ji Xingling: "..."
To be continued...