Qi Yan, a well-known figure in the science class of the second year of high school, has the face of a gentle scum, and every word he speaks becomes more unpleasant.
Once, a friend boasted about Qi Yan's appearance in front of Jiang Mian, claiming that he was handsome even at 361 degrees.
Jiang Mian did not hesitate to take out his mobile phone and transfer 100 yuan to his friend, and said distressedly: I think I can help you get an ophthalmology appointment.
Later, at one o'clock in the morning one night, Jiang Mian was lying in bed, sleepless, sober and a little desperate, and sent a private message to the friend who needed to undergo ophthalmology surgery:
[What should I do? I think I need to treat my eyes too.
Small Theater
Relying on his good grades and studying hard for more than a month, Qi Yan went to Jiang Mian without any self-awareness: "This is a monthly exam? If you lose, you must agree to a condition."
Hearing his request, Jiang Mian recalled his last platoon with interest, secretly sighed at his courage, and agreed with a smile: "Okay, don't cry if you lose."
This was the first time that Xu had agreed to such a nonsensical request. Jiang Mian calmed down for a minute before collecting the papers, and while scolding himself, he scribbled down a few wrong answers.
After the results came out, Jiang Mian glanced at Qi Yan's total score, which was two points lower than hers, expressionlessly, and two words popped into his mind:
Good food.
That night, Jiang Mian received two messages from Qi Yan on WeChat.
Lost
Crying
*Stubborn Princess x Pretending to be serious
*No prototype! No prototype! No prototype!
Weibo @Please call me General Porridge
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
