After breakfast, Ji Qiushui went back to the dormitory to get things, and Zhong Shengwan went back to the classroom first.

When she passed by shift three, she stopped.

At this moment, there were not many people in the classroom of Class 3, and most of them were still eating in the restaurant.

Zhong Shengwan walked in from the front door of the classroom, walked to a male classmate who was lowering his head to do his homework, and knocked on his desk with his hands.

The other party looked up and saw that it was her and was stunned.

Zhong Shengwan asked him, "Where is Xu Jingzheng sitting?"

The other party turned around, raised his hand and pointed to a table near the corridor, "Over there, he just moved here this morning."

"Good thank you."

Zhong Shengwan hand-written in the pocket of the school uniform's shirt, and walked all the way to the last row of the classroom.

There is only one desk in the last row of the classroom next to the corridor, and textbooks are neatly placed on the table. This morning's morning reading is in Chinese, and the Chinese textbooks are spread out on the table, with a classical Chinese article being learned.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

It was correct to confirm that this was Xu Jingzheng's position. Zhong Shengwan sat down and raised his hand to take a pen out of his pen holder.

The pen tip was wandering on the Chinese textbook. She drew the nibs, greeting the classmates sitting nearby, "You all come and take a look after the drawing is finished."

After hearing what she said, everyone thought of the grievances between her and Xu Jingzheng in the past two days, everyone became curious.

So, when the bell was sung late, many classmates were already surrounded by her.

She threw the pen into the pen holder, clapped her hands and stood up, handed her hands into the pocket of the school uniform, smiled and greeted the classmates around her, and walked away with a swagger.

......

After breakfast, Xu Jingzheng went back to the dormitory and took the competition question to the teacher's office.

I stayed in the office for more than half an hour before returning to the classroom.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw many classmates gathered around his desk, laughing and leaning back and forth, as if I had seen something very efficient.

He raised his foot and walked over, standing behind them without saying a word.

Her thin lips were pursed, and the handsome face was a little unhappy.

The reason why he moved to the last row was that he didn't like others to disturb him.

He likes quietness and does not like noisy.

And more importantly, he has a serious obsession with cleanliness and does not like others to touch his things.

Jiang Yiming sat in the last row. As soon as he came in from the back door, he saw Xu Jingzheng standing behind the crowd, with a gloomy face and looking very unhappy.

He walked over and asked him, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he spoke, the students who were originally surrounded by Xu Jingzheng's desk and laughed back and forth, all of them still had a smile on their faces, but when they saw Xu Jingzheng standing behind them, they consciously closed their mouths and ran away in a hurry.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Jiang Yiming looked at them running away and couldn't help but ask Xu Jingzheng curiously, "What are they laughing at?"

"How am I..."

Xu Jingzheng took a step forward and was about to sit down in his position, but his eyes fell inadvertently on the Chinese textbook.

The textbook was also flipped on the page where he went to have a meal, which was a classical Chinese that he had just learned.

His textbooks are very clean, not because he cares about it, but because he is not used to taking notes.

After all, he can remember everything the teacher said once.

But now, the originally clean page has been painted with a painting, and two people have been painted.

A boy, a girl.

The girl with a ponytail stepped on the boy in a slab on the ground. The girl's eyes were outlined by a few strokes with a bit of domineering and disdain, while the boy looked at the girl with tears in his eyes, and the eyes were outlined more vividly...&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Maybe I was afraid that others would not understand what the painting meant, so the other party wrote a few dialogues beside the painting.

The dialogue is as follows:

The bell is sung late, "Are you convinced?"

Xu Jingzheng, "Fu, please spare me."

The bell is sung late, "Give up your life, please sing a conquest to me and listen to it."

Xu Jingzheng, "I am conquered by you like this and forgot all the retreat..."

The bell is late, "Be good!"

The picture is lifelike, vivid and lively.

"Hahahaha..." Jiang Yiming's unconcealed laughter made Xu Jingzheng look slightly sideways, his face gloomy.

The two have been in the same room for more than a month, and Jiang Yiming still knows Xu Jingzheng's personality.

This is the first time he has seen him change his face.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

A real face change.

I'm so angry!

Still very angry.

So he immediately covered his mouth with his hands and ran faster than a rabbit.

He finally understood why the classmates had just rushed so fast, to prevent them from being silenced.

......

Xu Jingzheng sat down in the position, staring at the painting with dark eyes, his thin lips pursed, and his face was as dark as the dark clouds before the storm came.

The classmates around him were secretly looking at him, and everyone was watching the show. They especially hoped that Xu Jingzheng would rush to Class 2 next door immediately and then give them a big pk.

But what disappointed them was that after only ten minutes, Xu Jingzheng put away the Chinese textbook and looked calm.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Everyone, "..."

Is this a coward?

......

The bell of the return of revenge is very happy.

She sat at the desk and hummed.

The male classmate in front turned to look at her, "I'm in a good mood."

"Um."

"We are happy to say anything good."

"You should listen to girls' little secrets, too?"

"Hehe, if you are happy to share, we don't mind at all..."

"Get out!"

As soon as Ji Qiushui entered the classroom, he saw Zhong Shengwan knocking on the backs of the two male classmates in front with a textbook. She hurried over and shouted, "Mr. Wan, show mercy."

Zhong Shengwan stopped moving and glanced at her, "Did you go back to the dormitory and have a sleep?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

She has been waiting for Ji Qiushui since she came out of the classroom of Class 3.

I want to share with her the joy of revenge as soon as possible.

But as class was about to begin, she appeared.

Ji Qiushui immediately explained, "I washed all the clothes from yesterday."

"Have you washed the sneakers I changed yesterday?"

Ji Qiushui, ".........This classmate, I am your deskmate, I am not your mother."

"Oh," Zhong Shengwan shrugged, "My mother won't wash my shoes, either."

Ji Qiushui looked at her with a sympathy, "You wash yourself at home?"

"No," Zhong Shengwan replied to her with a smile, "My father bought my mother a shoe washing machine for washing shoes. No matter how dirty the shoes are, they can be washed clean and have their own drying function."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Tsk..."

"But my mother usually doesn't need it. She has a cleanliness obsession and always feels that the shoes washed out of the machine are not clean."

“…What the hell do you want to express?”

"Did you forget something?"

"What did I forget?"

"I have a good dad."

"...you get out!"

It’s okay to show off your wealth, but you can also show off your father. This makes the family’s money worse than her father’s, Ji Qiushui is not as good as her family’s good ones.

After such interruption, Zhong Shengwan forgot to share with Ji Qiushui the joy of revenge.

The first two classes were mathematics, and the math teacher was the old man Xiao Li, the class teacher next door.
To be continued...