The God-level Scholar of Agent Rebirth

Chapter 102 How dare you block him

Cheng Xiaocheng had long disliked Midsummer Ye, but seeing her and Jiang Ye still sitting next to each other this time, she made a special trip back to her seat to stare at her, not allowing her to cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, she still hurt Jiang Ye under her nose!

Anger ran all over Cheng Xiaocheng's body in an instant, and she rushed towards Shengxia Ye with her teeth and claws open, and Jiang Ye whispered "stop" next to her ear. Taste the taste of Jiangye.

Unexpectedly, before she had time to touch an inch of Sheng Xiaye's skin, she easily grabbed her wrist and threw it out.

"Fight with me, you have to practice for another 100 years." Sheng Xia Yemei's eyes flashed coldly, she glanced at Cheng Xiaocheng who was in a mess on the ground indifferently, and turned her head to Jiang Ye.

He looked at her without speaking, his eyes staring at her with hair straightened.

Forget it.

She didn't want to drink the milk tea he touched.

"Don't take it for free, 12 yuan, transfer it to me." She turned out the WeChat payment code, and her gleaming white arm flashed in front of Jiang Ye's eyes, and the green QR code came into view.

He frowned slightly, let go of the corners of his pursed mouth and said, "My phone camera is broken, so I can't scan the QR code."

"Cash." Sheng Xia Ye impatiently put his phone away and took a picture of his desk.

Don't ink her on purpose.

It's okay to steal her food, but it's no way if you don't give her money.

Jiang Ye shook his head, unlocked the phone, and slid his bony fingers on the screen twice, and finally the screen was frozen on the interface of adding friends on WeChat.

"You tell me your WeChat ID, and I'll add you and forward it to you."

Sheng Xiaye pulled her lips, "It's really troublesome."

If she didn't want to give this guy free food, she wouldn't bother to add it.

"I have cash, I'll help Jiangye to give it to you!" Cheng Xiaocheng got up from the ground and said in a hurry, one hand had already reached into the schoolbag to take out the money.

It's a pity that Sheng Xiaye didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "I advise you to mind your own business."

Cheng Xiaocheng watched the two add friends to each other in front of her, and then heard the prompt sound of Sheng Xiaye clicking on WeChat to collect money, the anger in her eyes swelled.

It swelled her whole body up.

The bitch!
She used the excuse of the shift fee to join Jiangye before, so why did Midsummer Ye become friends with him so easily?
Will the two of them chat and play games together in the next step?
Those conjectures gradually expanded in his mind, until it was out of control. Cheng Xiaocheng squeezed the pencil in his hand, and with a click, the pen broke in the middle.

Midsummer night, you must die!
After receiving the payment, Sheng Xiaye opened the music software contentedly and listened to the music for a nap.

The milk tea that Jiang Ye snatched over was left untouched for a long time on the table, the water vapor that condensed on the cup slid off when it was heated, and finally a puddle of water wrapped the cup in it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl beside him sleeping, and the tight lip line stretched slightly.

There was no one around, so he clicked on Sheng Xia Ye's circle of friends.

What catches the eye is an extremely straight line.

His face suddenly darkened.

How dare you block him?

When Midsummer Ye was about to fall asleep, she felt a stare staring at her, as if it was going to poke a hole in her body.

She opened her eyes, but found nothing unusual.

Turning her eyes slightly to one side, she saw Xiaocheng, the scheduler in front of her, kept writing her name on the homework book and drawing a cross with a red pen. It could be said that she hated her to the core.

She hooked the corners of her lips amusedly, raised her hand and patted Cheng Xiaocheng's shoulder.

Cheng Xiaocheng was frightened out of ptsd, shrank back like a ghost, and the other shoulder hit the hard wall, her expression was torn apart in pain.

"What's the matter!" She stared at Midsummer Ye and shouted.

Midsummer night thought it was very interesting.

He was thrown to the ground by her just now, and now he is still afraid, but deliberately put on a pose in front of her, this Cheng Xiaocheng is so cute.

She hooked her red lips and asked, "Has the test paper been corrected?"

"Why, are you scared?" Cheng Xiaocheng smiled, her face full of sarcasm, "Before the grades come out, you still have a chance to leave in disgrace, so as not to get the grades in front of the whole school. If you publish it, you will be ridiculous."

The smile on Sheng Xiaye's lips remained undiminished, and she looked straight at Cheng Xiaocheng without saying a word.

She just laughed a few times, and her scalp became numb from her staring at her again.

"Are you sick? Are my eyes growing on me?" Cheng Xiaocheng cursed.

Sheng Xiaye shook his head slowly, "I'm not sick, I just want to say that if I drop out of school and start a new life, I'm a little interested and want to take you with me. How about we work together? Make a big deal?"

"Fuck off!"

Cheng Xiaocheng spat out contemptuously, "I, Cheng Xiaocheng, have been so downcast all my life that I can only drink northwest wind, I beg God to kneel down, and I won't rely on your midsummer night for relief!"

When she gets out of Shenggao, it will be difficult to see her again for the rest of her life.

Even if one day the status of the two of them is one in the sky and the other in the ground, the one who is higher than in the clouds must be himself, Cheng Xiaocheng looks down on Sheng Xiaye, a country bumpkin from the bottom of his heart.

You can't become a canary even if you climb a golden branch.

A native chicken will never try to become a phoenix.

Sheng Xiaye was too lazy to tease Cheng Xiaocheng any more, and was about to close his eyes, when suddenly, from far away in the corridor, a student's exclamation was vaguely heard: "It's out! The grades are out!"

The little trumpet just came out of the teacher's office, and was anxious to tell everyone the good news.

Wherever it went, every classroom was boiling.

"It's coming, it's finally here!"

The students in the front row also took out the printed banners, which were printed neatly in black letters, which was a sentence "drive away Chaozi Midsummer Night, you and I will build a beautiful campus together".

The two students came to the podium and opened it swaggeringly, causing a burst of laughter.

Midsummer Ye sat against the wall, squinted his eyes and looked at the banner in a leisurely manner. After a while, he said: "The font can be more playful, and it can express your excitement more appropriately."

"Pretentious!" someone commented.

"A man who is about to die has good words hahaha."

Midsummer Night's earphones ran out of battery, and they were put back into the charging box.

It was also at this moment that Director Fang cleared his throat and coughed on the radio. Everyone waited with bated breath. The most exciting moment finally came!

After coughing twice, he stopped still again.

The classroom is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop, everyone is afraid of missing a word, and they are waiting for the "blessing" midsummer night.

"knock--"

Midsummer Ye closed the earphone charging box without haste, and there was a crisp sound, causing the whole class to be dissatisfied.

"Can you be quiet? I won't be able to hear the news from the director later."

Midsummer Ye dug out half a pack of melon seeds from the drawer. I don't know who finished the rest of the sunflower seeds. He frowned in distaste, then held the bag up to his nose and sniffed it. It shouldn't be bad.

"Nah!" Another crisp sound.

Someone slapped the table angrily, "Can anyone in the back stop making noise? Get out of here!"

"Yeah, be conscious!"

Sheng Xiaye suddenly laughed lightly, and raised his voice, "Why are you more nervous than me, the client?"

There was another sharp sound on the radio, and then Director Fang said, "Hi students, I received an anonymous report from a classmate... a few of our class 20 students plagiarized."

(End of this chapter)