Li Jiansheng was still reluctant to let Lin Jing stand in the corridor, and then he heard Li Moyuan say that he had a cold just right, and just took advantage of this step and let the two of them go back to the classroom within a quarter of an hour.

In the following time, Ji Xingling performed well and did not disturb Teacher Kobayashi's concentration on study anymore. It was not until the school bell rang at 9:30 that he turned around and said, "I asked the driver to go back first and take the school bus together later."

Lin Jing packed his schoolbag: "This is also part of your complicated apology ceremony?"

"..." To be honest, I thought I had just finished the entire process in the corridor.

But the rules of the world are that whoever slams the door first will be responsible for the loss.

So Ji Xingling only vaguely said "Oh", and Teacher Kobayashi had the final say.

The moonlight that night was beautiful, with silver-white broken shadows floating among the sparkling rockery lake. When I looked up, there were still cloud rings in the sky, white and deep red, and suddenly it seemed to be passed by the wind and turned into scaly shapes. In fact, it was not the wind, it was the dragon, the dragon, the dragon, the dragon, or other dragons. Anyway, they always like to fly around in the sky. If it was midsummer in June, they might bump into the Kun who was about to ride the wind to the Tianchi Lake in the South China Sea.

The traffic in the sky is also very crowded.

The school buses are also crowded.

The two found a seat in the corner of the back row. Lin Jing still gave him an earplug and said lazyly: "After getting off the car, translate."

Ji Xingling calmly refused: "It seems that there was no such link before."

"The new rules will prevent you from being stubborn." Lin Jing fastened his seat belt, "If you don't understand, remember it on your phone for the time being."

Then I'll probably remember it.

The eldest young master thought so at the beginning.

But soon he discovered that if he couldn't understand, he really couldn't understand, but it wasn't realistic to remember it. The subwoofer man in the headphones should have rented a gilded recording studio priced by seconds. He wished he could jump 8,000 words in a second. His speech speed was the same as the magical david of carrot in China. With ten minutes of listening, Ji Xingling could remember the only last applause. His mobile notepad was cleaner than Teacher Kobayashi's face.

The poor student is indeed unhappy.

Lin Jing pressed the single loop before going to bed.

Yes, the academic master was already asleep, and he got into the car and wrapped his head with a thin phoenix fire blanket, motionless, and his look was funny. At first glance, the students who got into the car might mistakenly think that Master Ji had a unique taste and just stole a plastic model from somewhere.

Halfway through the car, several drunk men crossed the road, and the driver stepped on the brakes. The brief sense of weightlessness made Lin Jing wake up from his dream, and his heart pounded and pulled the blanket off: "What's wrong?"

His voice was hoarse and sleepy, thin red eyes, and messy hair. He looked confused overall. Teacher Kobayashi didn't look like a ba Gun. At most, he looked like a cartoon-shaped cotton hammer, without any lethality and was loved by children.

Child Ji put the blanket back on his head: "It's okay, keep sleeping on your sleep. Do you still have the image? Cover it!"

Lin Jing: “…”

He asked in a muffled voice: "What is my image just now?"

Ji Xingling thought for a while: "Have you met Li Zhaocai?"

It was the big orange raised by the community guard, with a round cake face and drooping eyes. He was lying on the window with his front paws for many years, maintaining a sleepy posture that was half asleep.

Lin Jing raised his punch accurately.

Ji Xingling blocked his wrist and turned his head with a smile.

When the two returned to Jiang'an Book Garden, they happened to be in the elevator for maintenance, and the four departments were only half opened. Taking advantage of this period, Lin Jing asked: "How is your English listening?"

"I didn't understand."

"impossible!"

Ji Xingling was stunned. What's the point of being able to be determined and impossible.

"I specially chose children's English. You won't even understand the introduction of hamburgers, right?"

“…”

Ji Xingling quickly chose the former in "My level is OK but I didn't listen carefully" and "I can't even understand children's English as a fucking thing."

He said, "Well, I've played the game for a while."

Lin Jing was speechless and entered the elevator alone.

Ji Xingling followed him and soon realized: "No, why do you need to applaud collectively when introducing hamburgers?"

"What applause?"

"Just how you let me hear me, I'm always clapping."

Lin Jing pressed out the historical record in confusion.

At first glance, oh.

"What expression do you have?"

"Sorry, I'm wrong and let you listen to the economic summit all the way."

Ji Xingling:?

"Goodbye when I get home."

"No!" Ji Xingling surrounded his neck from behind and forced the person over, "Your behavior has a blow to my enthusiasm for learning, do you know?"

"Ji Xingling, can you not be like a monkey?"

Two big boys staggered out of the elevator, scaring Hu Meimei, who had just left the house, and jumped.

"Auntie." Lin Jing straightened his schoolbag.

"Have you caught a cold?" Hu Meimei said with a smile, "Go and put things first, then come over to drink some soup. The fresh bamboo shoots I just got from the countryside were very light."

Lin Jing has discovered that the family next door is more polite when eating. Since they emphasize "lightness", they are probably taking care of their own tastes specifically, so they are not polite.

The soup was stewed by Hu Meimei himself, and used various fruits and vegetables produced in Qingqiu, which tasted fresh and sweet.

Lin Jing has always been a sweet-mouthed and flattering approach in front of his parents. Unlike the discounted and wholesale "Ji Xingling, you are so awesome card", which is praised very soulfully.

Hu Meimei was indeed so excited that she was so coaxed that she added soup to him and educated him: "I ate all the dishes and have been picky about food since I was a child, what's wrong with it?"

The chat was actually completely fine. But Hu Meimei found that after she criticized her, her son was still looking dumb. She kept poking the radish with a spoon, and was not sitting in a good position. She felt so bad that she had a little plastic idea of ​​"packing it to the next door girl to the bird". She turned to Lin Jing and complained: "Look at Xiaoxing, what she is spoiled by his father and grandparents, she doesn't care about food, and even more so. When he got 18 points in mathematics in the first year of junior high school, everyone in the Ji family could celebrate in different ways, which made me very angry."

Ji Xingling: "Mom!"

"Oh, why are you suddenly so loud?"

Lin Jing pursed his lips: "Uncle Ji may be busy with work, so he doesn't care about studying."

"No, my dad will still care." Ji Xingling tried to rescue him, "It's that kind. Although it seems to be spoiling me, it is actually super strict."

Hu Meimei looked at her son with a puzzled expression of "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Ji Xingling surrendered with one hand. We will explain this later. Please don’t talk now.

After drinking the last spoonful of soup, Lin Jing stood up politely: "Thank you aunt, then I'll go home to study."

Ji Xingling: "..."

The pot was doubled back within five hours after Lao Ji, and was aggressive and shocked.

From this we can see that the guardian auspicious beasts cannot be provoked casually.

Ji Xingling really wanted to sigh to the sky. After doing psychological construction for a long time, he finally picked up a pile of homework and pretended to go to 1302 to knock on the door.

Lin Jing didn't eat at night, but was aroused by the soup just now. He was eating a can of biscuits. When he saw him come in, he pushed him over and said, "Do you want it?"

The atmosphere didn't seem too bad? Ji Xingling sat next to him and cleared his throat symbolically.

Lin Jing waited for a minute, and his patience was basically exhausted: "You are not here to give a speech, why do you need to reserve time to write a draft?"

Master Ji was sniped innocently.

To be reasonable, I have no manuscript.

I'm just hesitating.

Lin Jing took the initiative and looked at him and said, "Li Moyuan transferred six yuan to me in the morning and said you bought the eight-treasure porridge yesterday."

Ji Xingling's expression remained unchanged: "Well, he didn't get the money. I happened to be here, so I scanned the code."

"Then why don't you ask me, why don't you eat the food you brought but buy porridge again?"

"Because you went home in the afternoon."

"Where is WeChat."

"I didn't bring my cell phone."

"You used your mind to help Li Moyuan scan the code?"

“…”

"So you are angry with me because of Babao Porridge?"

"How is that possible!" Brother Xing didn't, Brother Xing didn't, is Brother Xing such a childish person?

"Ji Xingling."

"what?"

"you are cute."

“…”

Ji Xingling can now accurately judge which tone of Teacher Xiaolin, who is randomly dropped without emotion, and which tone is from the bottom of his heart. Unfortunately, he thinks that the four words "You are so cute" just now are quite heartfelt.

But you, Brother Xing, don’t need such praise!
To be continued...