Ji Xingling passed the Chinese test this time. Although he passed the test, he was considered a step back compared to the scores he had in the first exam, and was also lower than the overall average score of this joint exam. Moreover, the score of 99 is even Mr. Kobayashi Benlin thought that why can’t the marking teacher give one more point so that everyone can be happy?

Sure enough, after the eldest young master knew his score, his first reaction was that this is just one point away from him?

He said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, who corrected the test paper? Did you think you did it? Have you helped me take a closer look? I think it should be hundreds of times this time."

"I took a look at it." Lin Jing said, "Actually, if the teacher of our school grades the papers, you will definitely have more than that score."

Ji Xingling didn't understand: "What does it mean if the teacher of our school grades the papers? What do you mean is that the teacher of another school deliberately targets me and will deduct points crazy? Damn, why is this? I haven't gone to fight outside the school recently."

"No one targeted you, and I was killed and wanted to collect it." Lin Jing was helpless, "I mean, can your handwriting be ugly any more. The teacher of our school will show mercy when he was reviewing the papers, because he was used to reading it, but other teachers were not used to it, and the teachers who were reviewing the college entrance examination papers would not be used to it. I read the first sentence of your composition three times before I understood that it was written 'I like to observe water'. It is correct that you like to observe, but is it necessary to write the word "observation" full of all the lines? What were you happy at that time?"

“…”

The eldest young master explained: "I'm not happy. I listened to you and couldn't be covered in darkness, so I deliberately wrote it in a capital way and tried to make every stroke and every stroke very obvious."

"It's quite obvious." Lin Jing said truthfully, "It's very ugly."

Ji Xingling said "cut" and sat back in his position, refusing to discuss this issue again.

Lin Jing turned his head to look at him: "Are you angry?"

"No." Ji Xingling's face was indifferent, he looked at the blackboard casually, and habitually licked his last tooth.

"Okay, I did say that you should write your words clearly before." Lin Jing said, "But if you don't have to write them in a single stroke this time, the small grid is completely enough and you don't need to fly out. Moreover, your composition is written very well, and the beginning is not as good as before, and it is piled up for a long paragraph... The words have made progress."

Ji Xingling glanced at him squintedly: "What did you just pause? Are you planning to say 'nonsense'?"

Lin Jing: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Ji Xingling was so he was itchy that he simply brought the person over and pressed his backhand on the table: "Hey, I said, are you mocking me for being accustomed to mocking me? Is there anyone like you who is a teacher? You can't be gentle when you talk to me?"

He was very tall and strong. When he leaned over and pressed down, he was like some kind of beast rushing out of the deep forest in the morning, with a cold threat and a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Lin Jing's eyelashes trembled. His chin was pressed against the table, and his arms were twisted behind him, so he could not use any strength. With a slight struggle, his side face could touch the other person's warm breathing.

"You let me go first."

"Don't let it go."

Ji Xingling may have been too embarrassed by the sentence "The words are so ugly that they are very ugly". He brought a little bit of bad intentions of bullying, but instead got closer to him. His chin gently pressed against the other party's hot and bloody earlobe: "Hey, you seem to have tinnitus again?"

The brain marrow was as if it was penetrated by electric current. Lin Jing's scalp was numb, and he gritted his teeth and tried to lift the other party down. At this time, several boys from Class 2 happened to come to the classroom to find Ji Xingling. Everyone had a good relationship with the ball together, so they also had the courage to start a foolish activity between boys with the eldest son, and immediately joined in the fun and stacked them up one by one, just like dumpling skins for the New Year.

"Fuck!" Ji Xingling was caught off guard and was also taken to the psychopath, "Get down!"

A group of **s are so happy, don't get out.

"Is there something wrong?" Ji Xingling was tight and supported his chest with both hands on Lin Jing's side. He tried to lift his body as much as possible to avoid crushing his teacher Xiaolin and scolded, "Get out of here!"

A circle of girls around them were holding Shushiman to avoid innocent disasters. Wei Xue couldn't see it and shouted loudly: "The teacher is here!"

It is basically the same as the "Wolf is Coming".

A group of boys quickly flew back to Class 2, and Ji Xingling didn't care about anything else and pulled Lin Jing up: "How are you?"

"It's okay." The hotness on his ears had not subsided. Lin Jing unscrewed the water bottle and took a few sips. The movement was a bit large. The water flowed overflowed from the mouth of the bottle and flowed through his chin and school uniform.

Wei Xue flipped through the tissue from her schoolbag and turned around and wanted to hand it over, but she saw that Ji Xingling had reached out and wiped it a few randomly: "Slow down."

“…”

"Stop making trouble, read your book well." Lin Jing was exhausted and his mind was a little confused, so he turned his head slightly to avoid it.

Ji Xingling asked: "Are you angry?"

"without."

The word "no" sounds unreliable, so Master Ji continued to force the topic: "You went to Lao Wang's office and read Chinese. Haven't the rest come out yet?"

“Mathematics 92, English 91, History 62, Geography 48, Politics 51.”

Ji Xingling:?

Ji Xingling: "No, you can wait a moment."

Ji Xingling: "Is this my score?"

Lin Jing replied: "It's not mine anyway."

Ji Xingling thought about it and said that Mr. Kobayashi would never have 48 in his kingly record.

However, he asked again and calculated on the paper: "Fuck, the total score is 444? This is too unlucky!"

"You added the wrong one." Lin Jing glanced at his notebook, "Five plus three equals eight."

Ji Xingling: "...Although it's right, it seems even worse if you lose one point?"

The difference between 443 and 450 is the difference between the eldest young master and the two multiple-choice questions, or the words are written neatly.

It should be within reach!

Ji Xingling lay on the table and was very shocked: "Okay, you can continue to mock me."

"Why do you mock it? This time you passed the three major courses and got 92 in mathematics. The total score was higher than last time." Lin Jing said, "You should be happier."

"You don't understand." Ji Xingling was in a state of interest, "I promised my mother that I can get 450 in the exam... Sigh, forget it, how much do you get?"

Lin Jing said: "It's okay."

"You don't have to be afraid of hitting me." Ji Xingling rubbed his head, "You Brother Xing can hold on, so you can make the storm come a little more violently."

Lin Jing replied: "698."

This is not a storm, it is simply a thunder.

Ji Xingling digested Teacher Kobayashi's score in one minute: "First in the joint examination?"

“Tire to No. 1.”

"Why are there still sequels? Is Li Moyuan?"

"No, from No. 9 Middle School." Lin Jing said, "General Li didn't do well in the exam. He seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, so he was pulled down for more than ten points."

Although the scores of the joint examination are not as good as those of the college entrance examination, they can also make the overall ranking plummet.

Ji Xingling recalled: "When I sent you to the exam room, was he eating apples crazy? It looked okay? I wondered if it was that delicious, and I looked intoxicated like a squirrel."

"Shut up." Lin Jing was amused and crying, "Remember not to mention this in person. One or two tests are nothing."

I definitely won't mention it, I regret my 443s too late.

Ji Xingling curled his lips, thinking of the new mobile phone and monster coins that flew away, and he was even listless when he came home from school.

Hu Meimei was stewing sweet soup by the side of the pot and said with a smile: "Go and change your clothes quickly, and then come to the kitchen to help your mother."

"Okay." Since I haven't got 450, I can only use diligent housework to improve my favorability. The young master was very adept at it. After changing his shoes, he went straight to the bedroom. As a result, as soon as he opened the wardrobe, a ball of lightning black clouds rushed towards me!

"I--" He was forced to return to his original body as soon as he spoke halfway through the uncivilized language, and the black fog also turned into an adult unicorn, biting it from the back of his neck and rolling onto the bed together.

The Qilin cub was pressed to the point where his four hooves were flattened, his face was deformed, and he thought weakly: My dad was crazy again.

The big Qilin touched his son affectionately with his forehead, licked the horn of his little flesh, and finally bit his ear and threw it on his back, rushing out of the window.

While cooking soup, Hu Meimei looked at the black fog hovering outside the window and told her: "Come back early!"

The big Qilin agreed and rushed into the sky with his son on his back.

Among the cloud peaks, Qiulong and his wife were walking when suddenly they saw a ball of lightning rushing from the opposite side and quickly changed the place.

The basket in Aunt Qingluan's hand was also knocked into the clouds and could not be pulled out for a long time.

The piloba was tired for a day and originally wanted to find a quiet cloud to rest, but was stepped on by the kirin and flew on the spot in pain!

The oldest Grandpa Lilong tried to maintain order: "I said--"

Then he watched the two balls of black light flying away from him, flying away, very arrogant, not even a trace of cloud left.

Not far away, Mother Lu Duan was using her forelimbs to cover her little baby and was urging in a soft voice. With a "bang" in her ear, the thunder and clouds and fireworks exploded.

The big unicorn was majestic and carried his son to continue rushing towards the deeper sky.

The little cub was at a loss and was under the explosion of rock heads that were shot into a lion: "..."

Lu Duan's mother called her husband angrily: "Can you still take care of your distant cousin? If he comes to his house next time, I will never open the door!"

Dad Lu Duan was perfunctory: "Oh, you know, my cousin just likes to show off his cub."

When the little Qilin was full moon, the big Qilin forced all relatives and friends to go around to appreciate and praise her son. After the cub grew up a little, he even took him to the sky if he had anything to do. He was a very qualified and unqualified parent. He would do whatever he wanted.

Mother Lu Duan: "I can't stand it!"

Daddy Lu: "Yes, yes."

The rest of the divine beasts: "Yes, yes."

But I can’t stand it and there is no way to do so. Most of the things like being domineering are inherited.

Hu Meimei set the time for the oven and then went to mix fruit salad.

The adult Qilin turned back to Mr. Ji, hugging his wife from behind: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hu Meimei smiled and turned around and fed him a small tomato.

The Qilin cub was tired of playing, and it might be that he was hit by 443 and didn't want to talk, so he continued to maintain his beastly shape and lay on Ji Minglang's back. He just lazily "hummed" from his nose, indicating that he wanted to eat it.
To be continued...