What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 23 Born like summer flowers

"I'm here~~I'm right here~~It's as short as Jinghong, and it's as gorgeous as summer flowers..."

Ji Zhun, who was sinking in sleepiness, suddenly jerked his head, and the earphones slipped out of the ear canal.

Pu Shu's singing stopped suddenly and was replaced by the loud voice of the math teacher.

"Connect A and E first, then intersect A and E at point C..."

Ji Zhun frowned and raised his sore eyelids, picked up the earphones and tried to stuff them into his ears again. A hand reached over and hooked the earphones off.

Ji Zhun rubbed the Jingming acupoint on the side of his nose, his face was obviously getting up because he hadn't slept enough.

"What?" His voice was a little muffled.

"I think you should spare some of your precious time to listen to Lai Hao." Tan Jingyang returned the earphones to Ji Zhun and whispered, "You got this question wrong in the last exam."

Ji Zhun was happy: "As you can tell, I didn't just get this one question wrong."

Tan Jingyang's brows jumped at Ji Zhun's words. Just as he was about to say more, Ji Zhun shouted at him, raised his lips and said, "Brother Yang, don't make any noise. Let me narrow your eyes again."

After saying that, he put on his headphones again and lay down on the desk.

Now Tan Jingyang no longer disturbed Ji Zhun's sleep. The other party's lazy tone was a little soft, like fine rain hitting the frosted glass.

Tan Jingyang sighed softly, took out his notebook full of backgammon and stick figures from under Ji Zhun's arm, turned the pen holder in a circle, and began to help him remember his notes.

The afternoon sun shone on Ji Zhun's sleeping face, and by the way, some of them rested on the tips of Tan Jingyang's ears, which were itchy and hot.

There are many people who call him Brother Yang, but this one is the one who makes him the most helpless.

...

Ji Zhun looked at the neat problem-solving ideas written in the notebook, and decided to give Tan Jingyang a certificate of "Three Good Tablemates" tomorrow.

"If you go on like this, what will you do during the college entrance examination?" Tan Jingyang asked.

Ji Zhun shrugged: "It's just an exam, we'll talk about it then."

Tan Jingyang's throat twitched, but on second thought, he did. Ji Zhun was different from himself, he could still thrive in his father's company without going to college.

People's life paths are different. Some people need to fight desperately on the single-plank bridge, while some people only need to walk slowly on Yangguan Avenue and take a look at the scenery along the way. When you stand on the top of the jungle, you can tell those who have managed not to die in the battle that the scenery is actually more important than the ending.

Ji Zhun snapped his fingers in front of Tan Jingyang with a snap.

"What are you thinking?"

Tan Jingyang pulled the corner of her lower lip: "It's nothing, just think about life."

"What's there to think about?" Ji Zhun looked at Tan Jingyang amusedly and took a sip of the iced Coke. "Life is full of surprises. It's useless to think about it if you don't expect it."

There was a trace of teasing in Tan Jingyang's eyes: "Of course you don't have to think about it."

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the classroom.