On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Wen Yan's homeroom teacher is a Mediterranean, in his fifties, wearing reading glasses, everyone in the class calls him Baldy Liu privately, after the class bell rang, he walked into the classroom with a stack of lesson plans in his arms. The noisy classmates quieted down visibly.

This teacher seems a bit difficult.

Yan Na squeezed into the corner of the seat, there was a book on the table to pretend, and she used her hair to cover her face so as not to be discovered. Xu Meng sat next to her and rubbed her head with her hand, "You bastard."

Yan Na: "Bah!"

According to Wen Yan's previous habits, he must have fallen asleep in the last class in the morning. He casually glanced to the side, but saw Jin Heng, an idiot sitting upright, stretching out his hand to push his head down, with a lazy voice "Good student, keep a low profile."

Which scumbag sits upright like him, I'm afraid the teacher won't notice it.

There was a silver ring on Wen Yan's index finger. When it touched the skin, it felt cold to the touch. Jin Heng unconsciously moved his neck, then lay down on the table and turned his head to look at him, "Do you have any books?"

This silly kid still reads?

All of Wen Yan’s books were placed in the drawer, brand new, untouched, he frowned, groped in the drawer for a while, then lightly threw a math book on Jin Heng’s desk, “Take it.”

This book has been tucked in the drawer for a long time, and the pages are all wrinkled, but there is no trace of flipping through it, so it can be called old and new. The teaching materials of the vocational high school are somewhat different from those of the No. 6 Middle School. Jin Heng glanced at the catalog and turned back page by page, looking serious.

Liu Baldzi unscrewed the cup and took a sip of strong tea, asked the students to open the books, and then began to give a lecture. Even though few people were listening, he still spit all over the place, talking with great joy.

Jin Heng touched a water-based pen from the drawer, tried to see if there was any ink, and then circled all the key points in the book according to Liu Baldzi's request. It was fine to sit in the front, and he was the only one sitting in the back two or three rows of scumbags. People are learning.

Wen Yan lazily leaned on the chair, looked at him for a while, thought that Jin Heng would talk to him, or do something else, but the other party just immersed himself in the lecture, kicked his chair, a little dissatisfied, "Hey——"

Jin Heng raised his head, "Huh?"

Wen Yan's tone was not kind, "Are you here to attend the class or what are you here for?"

Can the teachers of No. 6 Middle School not satisfy Jin Heng, and need to travel all the way to a broken vocational high school to study?

Jin Heng said, "Come to accompany you."

He said these words in a normal tone, pinched the pen and twirled his fingertips twice flexibly, he saw nothing unnatural, his dark and clean pupils clearly reflected Wen Yan's appearance, and there was a slight smile on his face.

Accompany him?

Wen Yan raised his eyelids, his eyes were less black and more white, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do I need you to accompany me?"

What to accompany, I was obviously reading the whole time.

Probably Wen Yan looked too much like finding fault, a boy he didn't know next to him looked over and seemed to be interested, "Hey, who is sitting next to Wen Yan, haven't seen it before, new classmate?"

Xu Meng was chewing gum, and said without turning his head when he heard the words, "His new younger brother is from No. 6 Middle School."

The boy smiled and looked Jin Heng up and down, "Very good, he is a good student."

Wen Yan lazily put his hands on the chair behind Jin Heng, dissatisfied with the gaze cast by others, the two brothers hugged Jin Heng's neck, pulled him into his arms, and then put his arms around like bullying a child. His hair was messed up, and he said with a half-smile, "Good student? Pull it down, your grades are terrible."

This was what Yan Na said at the beginning. She was sitting in the front row drinking water, and when she heard the words, she choked twice, her face was red from coughing, her neck was thick, and she was so guilty that she dared not speak.

Jin Heng was forced into Wen Yan's tobacco-smelling embrace. After struggling for a moment, he calmed down again, with the top of his head resting on Wen Yan's chin, and beside his ears was the strong heartbeat of the other party, revealing a wordless expression. The sense of security is inexplicably reliable.

sense of security?

Jin Heng closed his eyes, clenched his fingertips unconsciously, and couldn't completely relax for a long time. These three words were too long-lost and too unfamiliar to him, so that it was difficult to get used to them.

When Jin Heng heard Wen Yan's words, he blinked and said, "My grades are not bad."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his hair was dark wine red, which secretly fit his flamboyant personality, the black diamond earrings shimmered slightly in the sun, his jawline was distinct, he was lazy but very aggressive, With a mocking tone, he sneered and said, "What you say doesn't count."

After speaking, he let go of Jin Heng, not noticing that Yan Na shrunk into a ball in front of her, her back was weak and helpless.

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Jin Heng, a person of thirty-five years old, shouldn't be so childish, but Jian Wenyan looked unbelievable, unzipped his schoolbag, and gently placed the freshly released report card in front of him.

Wen Yan patted his eyes slowly, "What is this?"

Jin Heng "monthly exam report card."

Although Wen Yan's grades were not good, he still knew the characters. He looked at the grade ranking table at the top, and the first place was Jin Heng. The next few answer sheets were abnormal grades that were almost perfect "..."

Wen Yan picked it up and held it up to the light, only to find that there was no trace of modification, nor did it look like a forgery, so he hissed, "...Didn't Yan Na say that your grades are really bad?"

Rotten to the point of the first grade?

When Xu Meng heard them talking, he immediately became interested, and took the report card from Wen Yan's hand backhandedly, "Huh? What grade is the first? You got your monthly exam results?"

The latter sentence was for Yan Na.

Yan Na was thirty-two from the bottom of the whole class and fifth from the bottom in the class. She didn't dare to say "..."

Xu Meng roughly scanned the ranking list, saw Jin Heng at the first sight, exclaimed and said the word "fucking shit", then continued to look down, his eyes were blind and he didn't find Yan Na, and finally turned the other side, Found her ranking "Fuck."

Xu Meng doubted his life, "Did you drink your brain during the exam?"

Yan Na became angry from embarrassment, "Get out, no matter how bad you are, it's better than zero duck eggs in your exam."

It's half a catty, don't laugh at the second uncle, uncle.

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, stretched his long legs, draped Jin Heng's shoulders, and took the elder brother's encouragement to the younger brother, "It's good, keep it up, keep working hard."

Jin Heng looked sideways at him, smiled, teasing and sure as a cat and a mouse, "Then is there any reward for me passing the exam?"

Wen Yan didn't think too much, "What do you want?"

Jin Heng leaned slightly close to Wen Yan's ear. This movement seemed to be for whispering or to avoid the teacher. The warm breath slowly poured on his neck, which was ambiguous and seductive, which made Wen Yan's tailbone twitch suddenly. There was an inexplicable itching, and the scalp was numb.

Jin Heng said, "I think..."

Wen Yan pricked up his ears.

Jin Heng's voice was low, and he asked with a smile, "Will you agree to whatever I want?"

Wen Yan wondered what Jin Heng could want, "You tell me first."

Jin Heng said, "I'll tell you tonight."

He seemed to be trying to whet people's appetite. After speaking, he slowly sat up straight again, with a calm and serious expression, and continued to write notes with his head down, as if nothing had happened just now.

Wen Yan "..."

Fuck.

Liu Baldzi finished talking about the problem-solving formula of the new unit on the podium, took a breath, then wrote a problem on the blackboard, his eyes swept across the class, and finally fixed on the last row, holding his reading glasses, and looked at the seat The name on the form is "Xu Meng... is Xu Meng, right? Come up and write this inscription."

"puff--"

There was a low-pitched laughter from the rows behind, obviously they were friends of friends.

Xu Meng didn't expect that he would have such a bad back, and he would be drawn in one stroke. He got up from his seat without having to go to the podium to read the topic, "Teacher, I don't know how to do it."

Liu Baldzi guessed it, and there were not many people in the back rows who were listening to the lecture, and his voice was deep and deep, "You are honest, if you don't know it, just stand."

Yan Na was laughing next to her tears, but before she could find paper to wipe, she heard Liu Baldzi say, "The girl next to him, come up and solve this problem."

Yan Na "?!!"

Now the laughter around is more obvious, Yan Na can only get up bravely, staring at the questions on the blackboard for a long time, and finally confirming that she can't, she said in a low voice, "Teacher, I will answer this question." I don't quite understand..."

Baldy Liu "Stand."

Wen Yan gloated in the back, Jin Heng couldn't help but glanced at him, thinking he was stupid for the first time, and reminded aloud, "The next one seems to be you."

Wen Yan choked for a moment, unable to laugh anymore, because Baldy Liu really clicked on him, "The red hair behind the purple hair stood up, have you figured out how much this question is equal to?"

That purple hair, the one in the back, the red hair? ? !

When Wen Yan heard him say that he was red-haired, his eyelids twitched. He pulled away the chair and stood up. He felt a sense of integrity and was about to say that he couldn't, but Jin Heng said in a low voice, "The answer is 7."

Wen Yan glanced at him, and said to Baldy Liu, "...7."

Liu Baldzi probably didn't expect him to figure it out. He adjusted his glasses in a little surprise, and the pointer tapped another question on the blackboard, "What about this one?"

Jin Heng acted as a dog-headed military adviser next to him, "Root Number 3."

Wen Yan "root number 3."

Baldy Liu nodded, finally satisfied, "Well, sit down."

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows, wondering if Jin Heng is really a top student?

Liu Baldzi seldom clicks on the people in the back row, because he can't answer the thorns when he clicks on them. The dyed hair of Xu Meng and Wen Yan is too eye-catching. One purple head and the other red head are sitting together. Upset.

Xu Meng stood in front, muttering, "He's just jealous of our hair."

Wen Yan didn't ride a motorcycle today, everyone dispersed in the evening, and he walked with Jin Heng when they went back to their respective houses. The night was sweltering and hot, and he was sweating all over, and it only became cool when the wind blew.

Wen Yan had a cigarette in his mouth, lit it skillfully with a lighter, remembered what Jin Heng said about rewarding him today, paused, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you want?"

Jin Heng walked quietly beside him, "What?"

Wen Yan, "Don't play dumb."

Hearing this, Jin Heng stopped in his tracks, and smiled inexplicably. He saw pedestrians on the road, so as not to get in the way, he pulled Wen Yan into a side alley, and the shadow at the corner became their best shelter.

Jin Heng pushed Wen Yan into the corner invisibly. Although his tall and thin figure, he also felt a little heart-tightening. It was obviously the first time that Wen Yan was blocked by someone in this way, and he felt a little nervous. Weird "Speak up when you have something to say."

Jin Heng chuckled, "I want to ask you a question first."

Wen Yan rolled his eyelids, "Ask."

He always looks so rebellious, so that for a moment, Jin Heng misses the feeling of pressing him on the bed in his previous life, the corners of his eyes are red, and his voice is hoarse, whether it is bone or skin, flesh or Blood, all as addictive as poppies...

Jin Heng is actually not a patient person. He lowered his eyes and approached Wen Yan, "How is my performance during this time?"

He pointed out that when the younger brother became a regular. , please keep in mind:,