Last time, Jiang Tian took the initiative to knock on the door, this time it was his turn. Reciprocity, everyone understands the truth.
I'm not shameless, I'm just being polite. Sheng Wang recited it twice in his heart, and knocked on the door confidently.
Footsteps sounded in the bedroom, and with a creak, Jiang Tian appeared behind the door.
When Sheng Wang was ready, he rolled on the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth: "There is a problem with the air conditioner in my room!"
Jiang Tian was taken aback.
… are you poisonous? ?
Sheng Wang cursed himself in his heart.
Good reason not to say, what nonsense air conditioning ah? This time it's good, it's not a collection or it's not. For a lie of this level, Jiang Tian can decipher it with just a glance at the next door.
Sheng Wang imagined the scene and almost died on the spot.
However, his mental quality is generally good, and he regained his sense of self-righteousness in less than two seconds. He looked at Jiang Tian and said in his heart: If you really dare to see it, I will jump out of the window on the second floor.
Fortunately, Jiang Tian has both intelligence and humanity.
He glanced down and saw the schoolbag that Sheng Wang was holding in his hand.
Sheng Wang breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the bedroom.
When he took the first step, he subconsciously paused. This is the reaction he will have when entering someone else's territory, just like when a person is a guest, he often glances around before putting on his slippers. Sheng Wang didn't expect his reaction to appear in this bedroom one day.
As a teenager, emotions always come quickly. A single sentence can break out, and a single sentence can relieve a previous suspicion. One second is arguing and fighting, the next second may be intimate, the opportunity can be anything simple—
A note, a can of soda, or an assignment.
Not long ago, he had complained to Crab that his house was occupied by a certain grandson, but now he defaulted this room to Jiang Tian's site.
The world is amazing.
Sheng Wang thought to himself.
Like Jiang Tian, he doesn't like to probe his brain in other people's bedrooms, firstly out of politeness, secondly... That action is really ugly. But it couldn't be helped that someone's room was too simple, and he could see it at a glance without blinking his eyes.
This bedroom is side by side with Shengwang's, and the orientation and layout are very similar. There is a desk by the window and a bed in the opposite corner. There is a wardrobe next to the wall shared by the two houses, the difference is that there is an additional private bathroom next to the wardrobe in Shengwang's bedroom.
Sheng Wang stared at the wall for a long time, and suddenly asked quietly, "When the faucet over there is turned on, can you hear the movement?"
"Huh?" Jiang Tian closed the door behind him.
Sheng Wang looked back, only to find that he still had wireless earphones plugged into his ears, and the white ends lightly pressed against the thin ear bones.
"What did you just say? The voice was too low to hear clearly," Jiang Tian tilted his head and took off one earphone.
"I said—" Sheng Wang thought for a while, and if he finished asking, the person said "I didn't pay attention, don't worry, you can go to the next door and try it", then he would be embarrassed! After all, the air conditioner is still hanging there.
"Forget it, it's not important." Sheng Wang said, holding his schoolbag, "Let me borrow the air conditioner for a while. There are still four pages left in my special question bank."
Hearing this, Jiang Tian walked past him to the desk to collect things.
There is a stack of test papers on his desk, next to a thin soft-face book, a black pen and a red pen, that's all. Simple enough to be almost empty. It is very different from Shengwang's booth-style desk.
"Eh? Don't take it, I don't need a chair." Sheng Wang followed.
"Where to sit without a chair, go to the table?" Jiang Tian said.
Sheng Wang just lifted his feet and put them down, his face full of guilty conscience: "I didn't say I wanted to sit at the table, I can stand."
This was just nonsense. Jiang Tian glanced at him, closed the two pen caps, and threw them into the pencil case of his schoolbag.
"You can sit on a chair, I don't need it." He put the test papers into his schoolbag, and sat on the large windowsill of the bay window with only the soft-faced book. He leaned his back against the wall on the side of the window sill, bent one leg, the soft side was already on his knee, and the other leg hung down from the window sill and stepped on the floor.
"You really don't need it?" Sheng Wang asked.
"It's already written."
"Jing sister has finished writing the papers?" Sheng Wang was a little puzzled, "I just saw that your papers are empty."
Jiang Tian raised the soft-faced book on his knees and said, "It's written here,"
Sheng Wang stretched his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the answers to the English questions written in his notebook. There were five answers in a row. He didn't bother to cross even the wrong question. The fork required two strokes, and he only used a red stroke to draw a slash.
Next to the slashes are his corrections, some of which are just a single phrase, some are extended several lines, and that's what he's looking at now.
"Why don't you write it directly on the paper?" Sheng Wang asked.
Jiang Tian said: "Save trouble."
"Is there a deviation in our understanding of saving things?"
Jiang Tian choked for a moment, probably because no one would ask him about the logic of his behavior before. He twisted a page of paper with his fingers and put it down, resigned and said, "Yang Jing is very good at picking questions. The papers that are assembled are all the essence, and one piece is worth ten. Take the notebook and do it again, and mark the wrong questions on the test paper. Two You can only do the wrong question by swiping at the mark, and it will not be disturbed by the original answer. It’s almost the same after two times, and you don’t need to engage in the tactics of the sea of questions.”
He paused and stated the subject in a slightly speechless manner: "Efficient and easy. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Sheng Wang raised his left hand and saw that he pinched a "seven" with three fingers and said, "This is the longest passage I have heard since I met you, 87 words."
Jiang Tian: "…"
The window sill is next to the desk, where Jiang Tian sits is not far from Sheng Wang, and he can be slapped by raising his hand.
Seeing the other party stand up straight, Sheng Wang hurriedly covered half of his face and moved the chair farther away. However, when he saw Jiang Tianzhao, the leader, lit the lamp for him, and said expressionlessly, "Make your topic."
Sheng Wang said "Oh" and opened his mouth again. Jiang Tian had already looked down at the book and said mercilessly, "Don't open your mouth until you're done."
Sheng Wang glanced at him, and said with a tut, "It's too broad."
Jiang Tian raised his head with a frozen face, and Sheng Wang immediately stretched out two index fingers and made a fork in front of his lips to signify a truce.
Sheng Wang was dishonest in his questions, and sitting in an orderly posture would block his mind. Before in his bedroom, he would get to the table after brushing for a while, and then he would get to the window sill, then the bed and the rug.
Matter is a substance in motion, and so is the aspiration to do the question.
Here at Jiang Tian, he was somewhat restrained at first. When I was doing it, I got interested. I stepped on the bar at the bottom of the table with my feet, and the four legs of the chair were suspended. The long legs stretched out, and the chair began to rock.
After shaking for about ten minutes, he suddenly remembered that Gao Tianyang had reminded him that he could do anything while sitting in front of Jiang Tian, just don't step on the chair and shake it in front of him, he would be annoyed.
Sheng Wang's conditioned reflex shrank his legs, a circular carpet was laid in front of the desk, and there was no sound when the feet of the chair fell on the carpet. He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Tian with a guilty conscience, but saw that the thin folds at the end of Jiang Tian's eyes were lifted slightly.
His eyes looked very pale in the light, as if a thin layer of water glass had been pasted, and his eyes swept over shallowly, like a very casual glance.
A car happened to pass by at the end of the alley not far away, and the headlights came in through the window glass far away, sliding from left to right.
I don't know if I was startled by the sudden light or something else, Sheng Wang quickly retracted his gaze and looked down at the pages of the book.
His index finger slowly rolled the corner of the page for a long time before he really read the line of the title. After that, it took another long time before I grabbed a pen and started writing the formula.
Subsequent topics, such as God's help, were written smoothly, much faster than usual. It took Sheng Wang an hour to finish the four-page question, but Jiang Tian actually read the soft-face book for an hour.
Even when Sheng Wang closed the topic set and stretched out, he was still turning the pages.
"You haven't finished yet?" Sheng Wang asked.
"There's one more point." Jiang Tian was finally willing to look up from the notebook, and he asked, "Have you finished the exercises?"
"It's done." Sheng Wang took out his phone to check the time: "It's not even half past 1, I actually got it."
"Is there a problem?" Jiang Tian asked.
"No." The eldest young master took the opportunity to stretch himself and hung on the chair with a proud look on his face.
He originally thought there would be, otherwise he would not find an excuse to come to Jiang Tian. But today's state is really good, giving him enough face, the usual difficult questions have become extraordinarily obedient today, and the accuracy rate is astonishingly high.
Sheng Wang pondered for a while, and concluded, "You have good feng shui here, so keep your brains."
With such a hellish reason, he spent two days with the air conditioner in Jiang Tian's bedroom.
Every time Shengwang knocked on the door, it was late at night, just after 12 o'clock, Jiang Ou had already fallen asleep downstairs, half the house was silent, only the two of them had lights in front of the door, and occasionally someone spoke.
At first, they didn't feel that something was wrong.
It wasn't until Friday that an accident broke the stereotype inadvertently - Sheng Mingyang finally took time out from the scorching and went home.
The driver, Xiao Chen, went to the airport to pick him up, and it was past 12 o'clock when he got home. In the spirit of not disturbing the family's sleep and study, Sheng Mingyang did not notify anyone.
Saturday and Sunday are the first monthly exams. Shengwang did not refresh the questions tonight, but circled the difficult points in the notes and thematic collections, and was going to ask Jiang Tian to sort out and discuss them.
When he knocked on the next door with the book, there was a sudden sound of "di-di" from the door downstairs, followed by the soft sound of turning the keys of the second door.
Sheng Mingyang often smokes outside, and occasionally coughs in a low voice. Sheng Wang had heard that voice for more than ten years, and it was so familiar that he could distinguish it through the door.
When his father's muffled cough sounded, Sheng Wang was stunned. He got into the room like a fish and hurriedly closed the door.
With his back against the door, he quietly listened to the movement downstairs for a while, and then raised his eyes to see Jiang Tian with a towel on his back, his fingers grasping the rim of a glass of water, standing a step away.
He bathed a little late that day, his hair was half-dry and half-wet, and the fine water droplets at the end of his hair condensed quietly, and then slid down the line of his neck, soaking the neckline of the gray short-sleeved.
He glanced in the direction of the door.
Sheng Wang whispered, "My dad just came back when I entered the door."
Jiang Tian retracted his gaze from the door, and his eyes fell slightly on Sheng Wang. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "Why are you so panic?"
The night was silent, and the cicada on an unknown tree suddenly let out a long tune. It was obviously late summer, but it was like a sting in mid-spring.
Sheng Wang's heart skipped a beat.