The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Jiang Yunting suddenly stopped when he was halfway there, turned around, and looked at the two girls who were imagining things.

"My Photo."

The expressions of the two girls froze.

One of them picked up the photo on the ground and handed it to Jiang Yunting.

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Without the photos, Class 1 of Senior High School returned to the almost dead atmosphere before the college entrance examination.

At the top of the blackboard are three bright red countdown numbers.

There are still one hundred and sixteen days until the college entrance examination.

Jiang Yunting sat on his seat, flipping through the photos in his hand with his slender fingers.

In the small photo, two people stand facing each other.

The corner of the lip on the left is raised, and he is unruly and unruly. Beside him, the man's eyes were deep, and when he opened and closed his eyes, he looked down upon the world with a domineering look.

It forms a wonderful aura that outsiders cannot intervene in.

His brows furrowed slightly, looking inexplicably unhappy.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his vision, he saw a photo of himself placed not far away.

Jiang Yunting's eyes lit up, he picked up the photo, took out the saber on his body, cut out the photo of Ao Qijun and Gu Weimian, and cut himself out of the photo.

By some strange coincidence, he and Gu Weimian's photos... were put together.

The moment I saw the photos of the two of them put together, I suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in my heart...

The previous depression and unhappiness were all gone at this moment.

"What are you doing?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Jiang Yunting almost subconsciously closed the book quickly, covering the photo of him and Gu Weimian.

He turned his head with a tense face, and Ao Qijun was standing behind him.

"A...Ajun?"

Ao Qijun glanced at Jiang Yunting's desk. Jiang Yunting's hand was pressing firmly on the only mathematics book on the table.

"Are you reading a book?"

This is not Jiang Yunting's style.

He has never liked studying. Among them, if Gu Weimian's grades are always the last, Jiang Yunting is the second to last in ten thousand years.

Jiang Yunting carefully looked at Ao Qijun's face, feeling that the man might not have noticed the two photos in his book, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't the college entrance examination coming soon? I can't really take the exam without knowing anything, right?"

Ao Qijun nodded when he heard this.

It's good that Jiang Yunting can think like this.

His eyes fell on the photo of himself on the table, and he picked it up with his long fingers, "Why am I the only one left?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yunting felt even more guilty, and his palms were sweating.

"Yes, you have heard, right? The photos in our school's bulletin board have been stolen many times. I just discovered that the girls in our class also did this and specially cropped out your photos. "

Ao Qijun frowned, "What's going on?"

Jiang Yunting shook his head, with an unnatural look on his face, and turned his head away, "I don't know, I've never seen this before. These people are really weird."

Ao Qijun was not suspicious at all, and said softly, "I'll take it."

Jiang Yunting nodded.

"Did everyone else's get thrown away?"

Jiang Yunting's face stiffened slightly: "Yes."

Ao Qijun curled up the corner of his mouth indifferently, his eyes were deep, with a hint of unknown meaning, "I thought Gu Weimian's photo would be kept."

After saying that, he narrowed his eyes, walked straight forward, and returned to his seat.

There was something strange in Jiang Yunting's eyes. He glanced at Ao Qijun's back and felt that Ao Qijun's words were intriguing.

Does he admire Gu Weimian? Still disdainful?