As expected, Ji Xingling failed to run away. Niu Weidong happened to come in from the east gate and intercepted him accurately: "The shooting is about to start, why are you still running around? Are you very busy?"

Ji Xingling didn't blink for a moment: "Busy, Teacher Sun is waiting for me in the playground."

"Okay." Niu Weidong patted his arm, "You are the first one to take a photo. Xiao Zhou, find someone to put on his makeup!"

The voice was very loud. Wei Xue and Luo Linsi bit their lower lip and turned their heads to the side with a tacit understanding. There were also a few high school girls around, who were on the verge of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, and their shoulders were trembling.

Master Ji felt stuffy on his chest, and he felt deeply that he had taken such a job from Wang Hongyu. Another girl with short hair with her ears blushed and looked at him, and took the initiative to come out to help him: "Teacher Niu, I think Ji Xingling is already very photogenic, so why not just take photos like this."

"No, I didn't put on makeup last year, but the photo effect finally came out, especially Li Moyuan, what would it look like." Niu Weidong personally brought a chair and ordered, "I will make it whiter for me this year, but don't be too white, it should be white and red."

Ji Xingling was thundered by the four words "white inside and red", and almost blurted out that he was uncivilized again.

Lin Jing stood beside him and waited patiently for a long time. Seeing that the makeup artist had already started to adjust the foundation, Ji Xingling had not convinced Niu Weidong, nor did he demolish the basketball hall on the spot, sacrificing his noble ideological awareness to save the whole world, so he had to take advantage of the situation and make a profit of himself.

"Teacher." He raised his hand and suggested, "Since some students have put on makeup, why not take a few photos first and see if this is white enough now."

Niu Weidong thought about it, it would be fine. So he called the students who had finished makeup to the basketball stand and asked the photographer to take a few photos.

"Ji Xingling, Ji Xingling!" Lin Jing pretended to look at the photos, and turned around, "Do you want to take a photo too? Let the teachers refer to the effect of not applying makeup."

The tone is sincere, the connection is natural, and the emotions are full. He is always considering it from the position of the director of the teaching, fully demonstrating what it means to be a good student with a good acting skills.

Your Brother Xing:...support.

Lin Jing picked up a ball from the ground and threw it to Ji Xingling, successfully letting the other party get out of the clutch of the makeup artist. All the girls were around the venue, waiting to see the handsome guy shoot, and the photographer also raised the camera to prepare - saying that he was a photographer, but like the makeup artist, they were all enthusiastic parents to help for free. They must have skills, but they were far from professional level, especially when shooting characters in a single scene, the quality of the film was basically based on the quality of the model.

Fortunately, Ji Xingling, the model is of excellent quality, tall, handsome and very white. When he jumps up and shoots, his narrow eyes will slightly squint. The sunlight from the top of the glass is gathered into his hands, and a dazzling golden color appears between his fingers.

The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, as full of vitality as the whole summer.

"It's obviously better if you don't wear makeup." After the filming, a group of girls squeezed beside the camera, "Teacher, stop dressing, and it's a waste of time."

"That's right, if the tone is too dark, just PS."

"PS can also cultivate facial features."

"I don't want to use a makeup tool with boys."

"I don't want to, either, I will have acne."

The chattering started to make a fuss like sparrows, Niu Weidong was dizzy because of the noise. In addition, Ji Xingling's photos were indeed good, so he reluctantly took a step back: "Otherwise, I'll take a photo like this first, and I'll take a look."

The unlucky guys who had put on makeup before cheered collectively and took out tissues to wipe them roughly. Ji Xingling threw the basketball to Lin Jing and whistled a little a bit of a ruffian: "It's you."

Lin Jing easily hit the basket: "No need to thank you."

"Hey, if I put on makeup, you can't escape." Ji Xingling emphasized, "So this is called mutual benefit at most."

"But I can also wait until you are painted into a mandrill before going to find the teacher." Lin Jing caught the ball, "So, no thanks."

Ji Xingling waited for him to walk away before taking out his cell phone and checking what a mandrill is.

A colorful big monkey with a colorful face flashed on the screen.

...

Depend on.

Since there was no need to put on makeup, the shooting progress was much faster, and the work was completed in thirty minutes. Ji Xingling picked up the school uniform on the ground and hugged the boys in Class 3 to buy water. Lin Jing helped the staff pack up the shooting props and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash their hands, but pushed the door open but saw Ge Hao standing in front of the mirror, pulling his sleeves and smelling it with a serious look.

This kind of place obviously does not produce a wonderful, elegant and good smell. After smelling it so seriously... Lin Jing inevitably had a little negative association, so he quickly took a step back. Did you fall into the urinal or urinate on the school uniform just now?

But Ge Hao also offered an invitation: "Brother Lin, you can help me smell it to see if it smells."

Lin Jing's expression froze, I don't want to help.

"A few girls were spraying perfume just now, and they also gave me some." Ge Hao waved his sleeves again, "But it doesn't seem to taste."

"Well, it doesn't taste." Lin Jing stood by the wall and squeezed into hand sanitizer. He accidentally touched a handful of sticky motor oil while moving the basketball basket, and he was currently having a psychological shadow.

Ge Hao stood waiting for him, and then mentioned it. After the exam next week, it seemed that the whole grade would have to change classrooms. Some time ago, the fifth middle school had almost caused a major accident due to aging circuit, so Shanhai also had to undergo a water and electricity inspection.

"Where did you change?" Lin Jing asked.

"Dongshan Tower, the former Shanhai Junior High School, I heard that I am cleaning up these two days."

Lin Jing had just arrived for two days and didn't know where Dongshan Tower was, so he just said "um". Ji Xingling happened to come in to wash his face. He was directed by a photographer in the basketball hall to shoot dozens of times, sweating all over.

Ge Hao wondered: "Brother Xing, why do you take a promotional photo, which is even more tiring than if I run 1,500 yuan?"

"Old Niu is simply a supervisor in the old society." Ji Xingling lifted up his vest and wiped his face dry. He turned around and saw Lin Jing squeezed a large piece of hand sanitizer again - no, when I came in, weren't you rubbing it with foam on one hand?

Ge Hao was also surprised: "Brother Lin, what did you touch? You have to wash your hands three times."

Ji Xingling glanced with his head tilted, and said, "Did you fall the toilet?"

Lin Jing paused and looked at him calmly: "No, I suddenly remembered that I seemed to have touched your basketball, so I used the poison twice more."

“…”

The scene of "Seeing each other and dislikes each other" was triggered again. Ge Hao noticed the strange atmosphere in time and laughed dryly to smooth things over: "This joke is indeed a bit cold. Let's go, I'm going to be late."

He pushed and pulled the two of them out of the bathroom. The preparatory bell had been called. Wang Hongyu happened to pass by Class 2, and stood at the back door of the classroom and looked inside. Ji Xingling threw the empty drink bottle into the back trash can, and walked back with one hand in his pocket. When he reached the sixth row, he raised his hand and rubbed Lin Jing's head naturally.

It seems that the relationship between the two is really good.

Lao Wang felt very relieved and picked up his beloved thermos and returned to the office.

Master Ji achieved the achievement of "provoking cleanliness" and sat down with a chair with an arrogant posture, which was very pleasant.

Lin Jing had no expression on his face and closed the pen case with a "pop".

You, look for, abuse.

The next section is a political class. The teacher's name is also very political, and he is called Marxism-Leninister. He has a humorous lecture and a graceful appearance. He is recognized as the number one handsome guy among girls in the mountains and seas.

"Oh, our brother Xing looks in a good mood today." Marx and Lenin stood on the podium, "Why do you want to briefly analyze why people who are not thinking often like to talk big and provoke more. What does this reflect?

Master Ji, who was ridiculed by a political question: "..."

"I just knew you didn't look at the world view and methodology." Marx and Lenin named me again, "I told me to know each other. I heard that I am the father of No. 3 Middle School?"

"Teacher." Lin Jing stood up with a smile and cry, "The exam will be taken next week. I'm under a lot of pressure if you say that."

"It's pretty good, I know to give some pressure to politics. Unlike Mr. Li, I know to stay in mathematics all day long." Marx and Lenin joked, "Okay, sit down."

Ji Xingling was still struggling, so while the teacher was plugging in the U disk, he turned around and asked his friends: "What point can take the initiative to provoke?"

Yu Yizhou casually talked: "It reflects that you really don't have the idea... I fuck, why are you kicking me?"

I'll kick you because you have no fucking thoughts.

When Master Ji turned back, he glanced at the side.

Lin Jing was looking at him and reflected deeply, reflecting on the moment before class that he actually treated this person as an opponent. It was a sign of taking the wrong medicine. Otherwise, it would be better to stay away from it, because although the IQ is not contagious, it is really impossible to be too stupid.

Ji Xingling was stared at for no reason. What kind of hereditary nobleman is seeing through the eyes of the Virgin Mary?

Lin Jing silently looked away and promoted "stay away from Ji Xingling" as the first criterion after transferring to school.

"Ge Hao." Marx and Lenin knocked on the blackboard again, "You have smelled the school uniform five or six times in five minutes of class. What's going on?"

"I... that, teacher, I've had rhinitis these two days," Ge Hao replied, "I always want to sneeze."

Marx nodded: "Then you sit in the last row, it should be more comfortable there when it is close to the window."

"Thank you, teacher." Ge Hao held the book and changed his seat, and Lin Jing also looked back at him.

As soon as Ge Hao raised his arm, he was suddenly caught and he became very stiff.

Lin Jing: “…”

I've disturbed you, you continue.

After class, Ge Hao came over slowly, first leaned on Yu Yizhou's table to chat, then asked Ji Xingling about playing basketball, and finally stood next to Lin Jing: "Brother Lin, do you think there is a lot of pollen these two days?"

There is a lot of pollen in autumn, and this excuse is indeed consistent with the average IQ of Ji Xingling's gang. Lin Jing comforted: "Even if you have a crush on me, I don't know who she is."

Ge Hao:?

But the academic master felt that his logic was quite strict. After being sprayed with perfume by a girl, he smelled it from the bathroom and felt so guilty. What was it that he was not a secret love?

Ge Hao: "...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

Before school, Wang Hongyu came to inform the October to change classrooms. Luo Linsi raised his hand: "Teacher, is Dongshan Tower a small classroom?"

"It's a little smaller, but it's definitely not going to be dismantled." Wang Hongyu said, "Everyone overcome it and you will be able to move back soon."

There was a lot of noise around, and someone asked again: "So are we going to join the table? Can we choose our own deskmate?"

"The teacher will arrange the seat charts, so it won't be bothered." Wang Hongyu smiled and patted the podium, "Okay, pay attention to safety on the road after school."

Ningcheng No. 3 Middle School has always been divided into large groups, so Lin Jing didn't know where the matter of "having a deskmate" is worthy of excitement for the whole class. Ji Xingling, who was also lacking interest in discussions, went to the basketball hall with Yu Yizhou as soon as the bell rang, and it didn't end until after seven o'clock.

"Uncle Wang didn't come to pick you up?" Yu Yizhou asked.

"His family has something to do today." Ji Xingling threw the ball back to the plastic basket, "Let your driver take me to Wanhe by the way, just go get something."

"Wanhe?" Yu Yizhou frowned, "It's so smoky, why do you think of running there?"

"My grandfather's birthday next month, I ordered a gift there. It just arrived these two days." Ji Xingling looked at the time, "It's okay, it's still early."

"Wanhe" is a commercial and residential building with more than 30 floors. It is mixed with migrant workers, private dishes, beauty salons, tattoo parlors, illegal hotels and pornographic films. The staff composition is already complicated, and recently it has been hyped into an internet celebrity building. Every day, a large number of cyberpunk enthusiasts come to take photos, and the environment becomes more and more chaotic. At less than 8 o'clock in the evening, several groups of drunken social youth are fighting on the streets.
To be continued...