Chapter 99: Cool Drag Schoolmaster 02

The sound of the book is loud, Yan Zhao has been lying on the table during the morning self-study, but Jiang Rui knows that he is not asleep.
She didn't take the initiative to talk to him, read the ancient poems and English words that needed to be recited in the Chinese language several times, and then took out the lessons that she was going to take today to preview.
Twenty minutes later, the morning reading was over, and a few silly boys in the back row leaned over immediately, grinning.
"Brother Zhao, what a blessing."
"That's it, envy us to death!"
"Should I invite dinner to celebrate at noon?"
When they said, they kept glancing at Jiang Rui with ambiguous eyes. She just lowered her head and pretended to be reading.
These boys don't necessarily have any malice, but they are bored, love to join in the fun, love to booze, and always want to do something to attract attention. At this time, the more embarrassed she is to refute, it makes them more and more energetic.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Zhao threw down the book irritably, pushed a few people away, and walked outside the classroom.
The boys pushed and shoved to follow, and they went out of the corridor, leaning against the railing in a row, and sometimes giggling and looking back at Jiang Rui, probably still talking about it.
Only Yan Zhao has not looked back, his slender figure shows impatience and irritability.
"These people are really annoying." Zhang Jiajia came to Jiang Rui and mumbled dissatisfiedly.
"Leave them alone." Jiang Rui took out a small box of delicate cakes from his schoolbag. "This is a new variety made by my mother. Would you like to taste it for me?"
"Of course it is." Zhang Jiajia took it in a hurry, "My favorite auntie has a new product. Wait, wait for me to finish, and write you a five hundred words afterwards."
Jiang Rui smiled and said: "You don't need five hundred words, as long as there are two hundred words, you can choose another dessert in the store for free."
"Really wow? You can't lie to me!"
"Don't lie to you." Jiang Rui said with a smile.
Zhang Jiajia has a good family background and loves all kinds of food. From snacks to big ones, she has a very picky tongue, and the taste is in line with the girl's preferences. The snack shops near the school are so popular that she praises good food, and she chooses them. If something goes wrong, either the business is not bad or it closes soon.
In Jiang Rui's opinion, it is worthwhile to exchange a dessert for her two hundred words of evaluation.
There were only ten minutes between classes. After the preparation bell rang, Zhang Jiajia took the cake and returned to her seat. Yan Zhao entered the classroom after the second bell rang.
There are a total of four groups of desks in the class. Each group has six rows. Those who sit in the back one or two rows voluntarily. Either they are too tall, or they don’t like to read, and want to go to sleep. Jiang Rui is not tall, white and pure. Sitting there upright, it was a bit conspicuous.
As soon as Yan Zhao sat down, he smelled a sweet scent of milk. The boys around had always had the smell of sweat. Needless to say, I knew who the smell of milk came from.
He frowned, seemed unbearable, and snorted in his heart.
The first period was the class teacher’s class. After he came in, he saw the new seating arrangement in the class. He didn’t say anything. He just took four blank papers, one in a group, and let him pass on from the first table. The name is written on the paper according to the seat.
The classmates in the front row passed the paper to Yan Zhao. He lifted a pen to write down his name, and pushed the paper with two fingers, just to make it fly over the boundary of the table and land on Jiang Rui's desk.
"Thank you." Jiang Rui said.
Yan Zhao didn't speak, frowned and cast his mouth.
Jiang Rui found that from the beginning to the present, his frowning brows had not been loosened. He was clearly only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was still a young man, and he wanted to look like a bitter and enmity, as if this would make him appear. He is so cool and special.
She wrote Schumannman's name, three characters gracefully, in sharp contrast with the two characters Yan Zhao, who is standing next to her with teeth and claws.
The paper passed to the back, and there was another whisper.
"Let me go, Brother Zhao, look, what is the gap? This is the gap!"
"The characters of good students are the same as textbooks. Brother Zhao's are the norms of me and others, hehehe..."
The two boys in the back talked a lot, and they sang and harmonized. Yan Zhao was impatient at hearing and turned to look at them both dangerously.
The two boys hurriedly raised their hands to beg for mercy, "I was wrong, Brother Zhao, I was wrong, your sir does not consider the villain, don't be like me."
In fact, Jiang Rui looked at Yan Zhao’s writing pretty well, with sharp edges and corners, sharp pen, like him, showing an arrogant aura, unlike other boys at this age, whose handwriting is scribbled, and they seem to have no skeleton. Their words are too exaggerated.
"I think your handwriting is better." She whispered suddenly.
Yan Zhao turned his head to look at her, with the threatening ferocity on his face.
Jiang Rui squeezed the pen and whispered nervously: "Really, I don't like my handwriting. I wanted to learn from you since I was a kid. It's very smooth and handsome."
Yan Zhao frowned and tightened his eyebrows. Others thought he was going to get angry, but he screamed impatiently and went to the table again. He didn't raise his head to listen to the lecture for the whole class.
The second section is English. Today I teach a new class. After reading the text with the recording, the teacher asks two people at the same table to read aloud in roles.
Jiang Rui glanced at the twirling of Yan Zhao's head, did not wake people up, only read in a low voice.
Halfway through the reading, he suddenly raised his head and said to one of the boys who was gossiping at the back table: "Wang Xiaodong, you read with her."
Jiang Rui and the two boys froze for a while, and Wang Xiaodong said quickly: "Brother Zhao, let Lin Hang come."
"Don't talk nonsense, let you study." Yan Zhao's tone was bad.
Lin Hang gloated on the sidelines, "That's right, Brother Zhao asked you to study, so how many words? Good students don't despise you!"
Wang Xiaodong kicked him under the table and said bitterly to Jiang Rui: "Good student, let's start."
Jiang Rui pursed his lower lip and whispered, "Can you call me by name? My name is Schumann."
Lin Hang and Wang Xiaodong looked at each other, and said with a grin: "Of course we know what your name is, that is to say, don't mind."
"That is, we actually praise you, especially envy your achievements." Wang Xiaodong added.
Seeing him, Yan Zhao said impatiently, "Can you read it?"
"Read and read..." Wang Xiaodong nodded quickly.
Jiang Rui looked at Yan Zhao and said softly, "Thank you."
Yan Zhao looked at nothing, turned his head and went back to sleep.
Lin Hang feared that the world would not be chaotic, "Why Brother Xie Zhao, he doesn't read it to you."
Jiang Rui smiled, "But he found me a partner."
"Tsk tusk..." Lin Hang shook his head and sighed, "Sure enough, he is a good student in the front row of grades, he is polite."
Jiang Rui didn't talk any more, and read aloud with Wang Xiaodong.
Both Wang Xiaodong and Lin Hang talk a lot, and they are a little familiar with each other. When the English class is over, they will be more familiar with Jiang Rui than Yan Zhao at the same table.
After two classes, I have to go to the playground to do exercises. Although it is early summer, the power of the sun in the morning cannot be underestimated. After 20 minutes of sunbathing on the playground, the students sweated profusely. Go to the commissary to buy drinks. After returning to the classroom, turn the fan to the highest level.
Jiang Rui was still fresh and refreshing, she didn't sweat at all. She took out the thermos from her schoolbag and sipped the jujube juice made by Shu Xiaoyun.
"It smells so good, what do you drink Schumann?" Lin Hang stretched his neck and looked around.
"Jujube juice." Jiang Rui glanced at him, then pursed his lips and said with a smile: "My mother made it."
Wang Xiaodong said: "I seem to have heard those girls say that your mother is good at making cakes?"
"I can make a little dessert. My mother opened a small dessert shop."
"It's amazing, my mother can blow up the kitchen when she cooks porridge." Lin Hangzan said.
"Compared to yours, there is a chef at home and a driver when you go out, you are simply a local tyrant." Wang Xiaodong slapped him.
"Why don't you dare to say that Brother Zhao is a local tyrant?" Lin Hang was not convinced.
"Don't you dare yourself?" Wang Xiaodong retorted and asked Jiang Rui: "Where is the dessert shop? You should advertise in your class and let everyone take care of your business."
Jiang Rui wanted to help Shu Xiaoyun with some business, and reported an address without embarrassment, "It's just a very small shop. By the way, I also brought the snowflake pastry made by my mother."
She took out an iron box from her schoolbag and opened it. The snow flakes in it were wrapped in translucent sugar paper, and the cross section could see the rich materials. "I don't know if it suits your taste."
Boys at this age generally don't like sweet things, but they send them all, so they have to taste them no matter what.
The two opened the wrapping paper and threw the sugar inside into their mouths. Unexpectedly, the entrance was not as sweet and greasy as imagined, but a rich milky fragrance. It was not soft or hard when bitten, but just good toughness. You can taste the sweet and sour cranberries, salty biscuits and crispy nuts. The more you eat, the more fragrant you eat, and the more delicious you eat.
Wang Xiaodong gave a thumbs up, "It's delicious, I remember the address of your store."
Jiang Rui smiled, looked at the position beside him, and hesitated: "Yan Zhao doesn't know whether to eat..."
Just now I finished the exercise, but I didn't see Yan Zhao.
Lin Hang chewed on the snowflakes, his cheek bulged, and his voice was vague: "I have never seen Brother Zhao eat snacks."
Wang Xiaodong said: "I think if you ask Brother Zhao to eat, he will not refuse. Don't think Brother Zhao is fierce, in fact, people are not bad."
Jiang Rui nodded. Of course she knew that Yan Zhao was not a bad person, a really bad and fierce person, how could she not be willing to be at the same table with her? It doesn't matter whether she has an opponent reading in English class?
She actually found him very interesting when she saw him. She seemed so fierce and violent, but she always thought of the little leopard with exploded hair.
She put three snow flakes on Yan Zhao's table, neatly lined up.
When Yan Zhao always rang the bell, he stepped on the bell to enter the classroom. When he saw what was on his desk, his brow frowned, thinking that it was another boring girl who gave it to him, so he swept it into the trash can.
Jiang Rui looked at him nervously, and said a little nervously: "This is the snowflake pastry made by my mother. I want you to taste it."
Yan Zhao shook his hand halfway, paused when he heard the words, made a bend in the air, drew an exaggerated arc, and finally inserted it into his pants pocket. His movements were cool and his posture was cool.
"Oh."
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Sixth: Xiaoye is not rare. (Put it in your pocket)