Boss Zhao put away his cell phone and looked up, and he heard the person who was eating the King of Kings say seriously: "You can tear the tickets."

The boss was happy: "That won't work. I can't afford to buy and sell this ticket."

Sheng Wang sighed with a long sigh, hugging his head and squatting on the ground.

He was unhappy to go out to sunbathe, and his skin was not as white as Jiang Tian. Anything that was a little bloody will be unusually obvious. Seeing that the back of his neck and ears were all red, the boss wanted to laugh even more: "Hey, what about it?"

Sheng Wang shouted and said in a muffled voice: "I'm thin-skinned."

Fortunately, the crabs didn't hear this, otherwise they would have to spat hard.

This handsome guy is unrivaled when he is thick-skinned. He can be fooled without changing his face when needed. The three words "thin-skinned" are a shameless thing to press on his head. But the frequency of embarrassment in the past two days is indeed a bit high.

After thinking about it, it was still a bit of Jiang Tian.

The ten minutes were as long as a century. Boss Zhao kicked his shoes and said, "You can get up, the person who paid the money is here."

Sheng Wang stood up immediately after hearing the sound.

He stretched his head and looked at it, and saw Jiang Tian turn over from the path of the "Simple Garden". The glass sensing door opened with a tinkling sound. Sheng Wang leaned against the counter and looked solemn. The blood on his neck and ears faded away when he got up, and pretended to be quite like that.

"You are really good." He heard Jiang Tian say.

Sheng Wang looked up at him and laughed dryly: "I was too anxious to go out. I didn't expect my phone and my brain to fall into the classroom together."

He has always adhered to the principle of "as long as he admits his mistakes quickly, no one will bear to criticize me", and this extremely confusing face has never turned over for many years.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian didn't want to eat this trick. After hearing his sincere self-deprecating, Jiang Tian said harshly: "I didn't expect that others would have to be responsible for picking up and dropping off for dinner."

Shengwang: "…"

He opened his mouth and wanted to fight back, but saw Jiang Tianyue passing by him and standing in front of the cashier to scan the code to pay. He was wearing a school uniform, rolled up his sleeves very high, making his hands and legs look long.

Boss Zhao asked him: "Do you want something else?"

He glanced at Sheng Wang.

Shengwang: "?"

He was a little higher than Sheng Wang, and he didn't feel anything to sit in the classroom, but he stood up close, especially when his eyes swept down from the end of his eyes, the difference between the few centimeters became particularly obvious.

Jiang Tian looked almost impatient: "I'll ask if you still have something."

Sheng Wang thought about it, moved to the freezer next to him, reached out to grab two bottles of water and placed it respectfully on the counter: "Thank you."

Jiang Tian: "..."

The Xile Convenience Store is quite far from their teaching building, and it takes 10 minutes to walk. Jiang Tian took a look at the time, put his phone in his pocket, and walked slowly.

Sheng Wang didn't react for a while, and followed him calmly to Mingli Building.

As a result, as soon as I entered the classroom, I stared at the math teacher.

The math teacher’s surname is Wu, and he is the middle-aged bald man who called Jiang Tian to talk to during the evening study last time.

The lunch break in the second year of the affiliated high school has a total of one and a half hours - having a meal in the first half hour and taking a nap in the second half hour. The half hour in the middle belongs to Lao Wu. He comes to hand over the exercise papers at noon every day, specializing in practicing math additional questions, and finishes it after 30 minutes.

Old Wu glanced at the clock on the back wall of the classroom and asked Sheng Wang: "There are 15 minutes left, are you planning to revolt or what?"

"Grass, forgot." Sheng Wang said subconsciously with a confused look on his face.

"I don't know if I forget the grass or not. I just know that it's too late for you." Old Wu spoke with an accent, and every sentence was like a slow drama. He even stretched out his index finger and pointed it out from the air. The audio-visual effect was really amazing.

The whole class burst into laughter.

Sheng Wang held water in one hand and covered his face with the other, and rolled back to his seat. The bastard Jiang Tian was still slow to follow him.

"You did it on purpose?" He sat down and turned to stare at the other person.

Under his gaze, Jiang Tian pointed to the top with a pen.

Sheng Wang looked along the pen and walked away two more small grids of the wall clock, with 13 minutes left.

My day.

Although student Sheng wrote ugly but fast, he was not copying texts after all. He became a bee and ended up doing most of his work.

As soon as the ringtone rang, Lao Wu clapped his hands and called to stop, asking the last classmate to collect the papers.

Jiang Tian stood in front of Sheng Wang with his own paper, waited for him for five seconds, watching him struggle to finish the last number of the question, and then mercilessly pulled away the broken paper.

"Have wait." Sheng Wang said with a serious expression.

Jiang Tian stopped for a moment, thinking he had something serious. As a result, this guy stretched out his claws and came to take his paper, muttering: "You have made up your mind to cheat me. You hurt the enemy for one thousand times and hurt yourself by eight hundred times. I want to see how many questions you can write in 13 minutes."

The result of the penetration was desperate, and Jiang Tian, ​​the pervert, was done.

"Are you dead?" Sheng Wang couldn't help but say.

Perhaps because his expression was too dull, Jiang Tian smiled while carrying Gao Tianyang's paper, but it was too short, and it was difficult to determine whether it was ridiculous.

Old Wu completed another vegetable abuse operation and left with satisfaction with practicing cabbage.

The rest of the students packed up their paper and pen, swept out a blank space on the table, and lay down to prepare for bed. They had already adapted to this time allocation and almost formed a biological clock. Some people started to snore as soon as they lay down.

Sheng Wang knocked on the back table sideways, and the sound was as light as a claw.

Jiang Tian was putting the pencil bag into the belly of the table, and he raised his eyes and asked quietly: "What are you doing?"

"Give me the WeChat account." Sheng Wang whispered.

Jiang Tian: "?"

"Repay the money." Sheng Wang immediately explained. He paused for a moment before adding: "It's okay to give the Alipay account. You can choose one, hurry up."

Jiang Tian looked at his spreading palm and didn't say anything, as if he was thinking about which one was more suitable.

Waiting caused by any reason will give people an illusion of anxiety. Sheng Wang's palm spread on his table for a while, and for some reason it was a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the wall clock again, moved his fingers and urged him: "Hurry up, I still have to sleep."

Jiang Tian took out his pen and wrote a string of numbers, and patted the sticky note paper on his palm.

Sheng Wang said "tsk" and muttered, "It's stuck to my hands."

He turned around and took off the sticky note paper. The string of numbers was obviously a mobile phone number, which could be used on WeChat and Alipay.

Sheng Wang curled his lips. He lay down with the other classmates, his forehead against the table, but his hands fiddled with his cell phone in the belly of the table.

He hesitated between the two icons, clicked on WeChat and searched for the series of mobile phone numbers.

The next second, the search results popped up on the interface.

This person's WeChat nickname is only one end, and he is cold and perfunctory. He looks like Jiang Tian himself. However, his avatar is not that cold, he is a cat lying on the wall of the yard and looking down at people.

Sheng Wang raised his eyebrows and clicked to add friends.

He waited for about two minutes, but before the other party could pass, he couldn't help but turn his head and see that the bastard was already asleep on his tummy.

Jiang Tian’s sleeping posture is very fixed, and his right hand is always wrapped around the back of his head, and his thin fingers are naturally bent and rested on the back of his neck.

Most of the students in the class have slept, and the rest are confused. The breathing and snoring in the classroom are not synchronized, mixed with the low buzzing of the air conditioner operation. They are not silent, but quieter than anything else.

This quiet environment makes people dazed. Sheng Wang looked at Jiang Tian's fingers and walked away for a while, and suddenly found a scar on his neck.

It should have been a trace left a long time ago. It was round and the skin in that place was not smooth, as if it was burned by something. His hanging fingers just blocked there.

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment and immediately withdrew his gaze.

He kowtowed his forehead back to the desktop, played with his cell phone for a while, then clicked on Alipay before going to bed, and lost Jiang Tian's mobile phone number again, and transferred the lunch money and two bottles of water.

Just after turning, a "buzzing" sound came from the belly of the table behind him.

Shengwang: "…"

He turned around with his neck stiff and found that Jiang Tian was not awake. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out a bottle of water from the two bottles of water on the belly of the table, put it on Jiang Tian's hand, then gently lie back on the table, and whispered a silly scold.

For some reason, for most of the next half day, Jiang Tian's scalding scar always flashed in Sheng Wang's mind, and it obviously had nothing to do with him.

It was not until I lie back on the big bed in my bedroom at night that the scene was briefly driven away by something else—

At that time, he was grabbing his phone, trying to play a game every second before going to bed. The phone suddenly shook, and his fingers were a little numb.

There is new messages on WeChat in the notification bar above.

It was past two o'clock in the middle of the night, which ghost who didn't sleep sent him a WeChat message? Crabs don't have the same routine?

Sheng Wang clicked on WeChat and found that the notification was not because someone spoke, but because someone passed his friend's application.

There is one more person on the top of the dialog box, and the interface shows "You and I have become friends and can start chatting."
Chapter completed!