After some tossing down, it was already midnight.
I don't know what method Sheng Mingyang and Jiang Ou used, but Jiang Tian was left behind anyway. Sheng Wang posted it on the bedroom door and couldn't hear it clearly, but he made a guess based on what he had seen before, and it was estimated that Jiang Ou would still sell it badly. As long as Jiang Ou showed that cautious and slightly pleading look, Jiang Tian couldn't say anything too extreme.
The sound of footsteps came upstairs in pieces, Sheng Wang leaned against the door, and heard Sheng Mingyang say, "Little Tim, you can live in this room."
Opposite Sheng Wang's room is a separate bathroom and study, and "this bedroom" as his dad calls it is next to him. Although this house is not short, it has been fully renovated, and the sound insulation effect is not bad, but the rooms share a wall, so they can hear each other more or less.
Sheng Wang felt that his private territory had been violated, and there was a subtle embarrassment in his anger.
The phone suddenly vibrated twice, Sheng Wang was slouching and dragging his eyes, and the crab was still updating the progress of the two seniors in real time.
Octagonal Crab:
Good news, they finally answered the first question, I felt the excitement through the wall, and then their dormitory was warned by the patrol teacher.
Octagonal Crab: Hey, are you still awake
Octagonal Crab: ?
Sheng Wang took the phone to his lips: "What time is it, I'm awake."
Octagonal Crab: It's 12:30 bro. How about you? How are you doing
Canned: "It doesn't matter."
Octagonal Crab: Huh? So what are you doing for half a day
Canned: "Watching the Family Ethics Theater."
After all, Crab is his former roommate, and his relationship is very strong, and he knows more or less about his family's situation. The vibrating mobile phone was suddenly quiet for a while. After a while, the crab asked cautiously: What's the situation
Sheng Wang pressed the voice, released it after a few seconds, and changed to typing.
Crab received an empty voice and sent a long string of question marks.
Sheng Wang ignored it, leaning on the door and knocking on Jiugongge: A soon-to-be stepmother moved in with her son. His son lives next door to me.
What am I? It's not interesting to say this to others, and it's a bit hypocritical. Mainly because it's a little hypocritical, which doesn't match his handsome image. Sheng Wang thought about it, and deleted all the typed words, and said in his voice: "It's nothing, it's just that there is a grandson who wants to live next door to me temporarily. I have to call my brother out of courtesy."
These words were ambiguous, and the crab thought it was the best distant relative, so he didn't worry about it.
Octagonal Crab: What did you call
Canned: "No way, I've never been polite."
Octagonal Crab: Hahaha then bombard him.
Canned: "I really want to bang. Don't you have a dog? Come back and lend it to me. I'll take it to that room and pee all over the house to see who can live."
Octagonal Crab: Fuck, don't describe it, I smell it.
Sheng Wang is happy. After he was addicted to his mouth, he suddenly remembered the appearance of Jiang Tian standing alone outside the courtyard. The street light drew his shadow long, very proud, and a little... lonely.
The young master gave a "tsk" and said again: "Forget it, it's annoying. As long as he doesn't talk to me and doesn't interfere with my reading, it's fine if he doesn't see it. I'm off to the question."
Octagonal Crab: Huh? and many more.
Octagonal Crab: Speaking of the question, I suddenly remembered, since you are called brother, the grandson next door should be older than you, right
Octagonal Crab: At least sophomore or above? If you don't show him the last question, you can do it just fine, but if you can't do it, it will make him sick.
This brain circuit is really a bit irritating, Sheng Wang was stunned by him, and replied without hesitation: You disgusting me.
Canned: I'm down!
The last sentence was a bit fierce, and the star anise crab hesitated for a while, and it was quiet.
Sheng Mingyang arranged for Jiang Tian, hesitantly walked to Shengwang's door again, and whispered, "Son?"
Sheng Wang was actually standing behind the door. There was only a layer of door between father and son. He could hear clearly but did not answer.
"Son?" Sheng Mingyang called out again.
Sheng Wang still didn't answer.
After a while, he heard Sheng Mingyang whispering to Jiang Ou, "It's been more than an hour, I guess I've fallen asleep."
"Really asleep?" Jiang Ou hesitated.
"It should be." Sheng Mingyang probably glanced at the wall clock and muttered, "It's almost 1 o'clock, let's go down first."
The deliberately quiet footsteps were further and further away from the room, down the stairs.
Sheng Wang vaguely heard his dad say, "I'll catch an early flight tomorrow, you can take care of me."
It wasn't until the movement downstairs completely disappeared that Sheng Wang walked back to the table. He swept away the book and sat on the table, with his feet on the edge of the chair, and the paper on his bent knees. I just stared at it for 10 minutes, my mind was in a mess without any ideas.
He raised his head and leaned back slightly.
From this angle, you can see the half-pulled windows of the next room. The light dedicated to the desk lamp was reflected on the glass through the curtains. Seeing this situation, Jiang Tian must be rushing to work.
I don't know if the physics is finished...
I should have finished writing it, and I just watched him brushing papers there during the evening self-study. It is useless to be a scholar if he can't finish it for so long.
What if he doesn't know the last question
But people get full marks.
Sheng Wang may have a crab in his mind, and he debated with him.
Paper and face, you have to choose one.
The pen in Sheng Wang's hand quickly turned N circles, and finally slapped it on the table: I choose face.
Five minutes later, the young master stood in front of the next door with his broken face, raised his hand three times, and finally knocked on the door reluctantly.
"Who?" Jiang Tian's voice sounded from the door, cold.
Even if he was "relying on others", this person didn't mean to shrink in the slightest. He asked "who" with confidence and almost asked Sheng Wang to go back to the room. He moved his left foot and retracted it, strategically pretending to be deaf while leaning on the door frame.
Without getting an answer, Jiang Tianzhuo walked over with his slippers. The handle clicked and the door was half open.
He obviously did not expect that the visitor would be Sheng Wang, and was immediately stunned. Maybe it was because he remembered his hatred for being dragged into the door, his expression was not friendly. It looks like a toothache or something else.
"What's your expression?" Sheng Wang said.
"I have something to say." Jiang Tian obviously didn't want to talk more.
Sheng Wang opened his mouth and stretched out his hand: "Return the pen to me."
Jiang Tian looked at him blankly for two seconds, then turned his head and entered the room.
Seeing that the door was empty, Sheng Wang turned his head and patted his mouth.
Cowardly, handsome man, are you cowardly? ! He laughed wildly at himself in his heart, and when Jiang Tian walked back to the door, he returned to his lazy appearance.
Jiang Tian handed out the pen and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"That's it." Sheng Wang said.
Jiang Tian nodded and closed the door without saying a word.
"… "
Sheng Wang stared at the pen for a few seconds, then slowly extended a middle finger to the door, and then rolled back to the room to continue confronting the physical paper.
A student like him who came here with a smooth journey must have had some wrong questions, but this is the first time that he has no way to start. This kind of student has a problem, he can't fall asleep unless he fills out the papers logically.
He changed several ways of thinking, and each time he was half-solved and directly forked. People who have done too many papers will have this intuition - the correct answer may not necessarily be written, but at a glance you will know what is wrong.
Sheng Wang was caught in the wrong whirlpool, scratching his lungs for twenty minutes, and finally threw the pen away.
Just now, all his attention was on the balls, water droplets, and stickiness. When he stood up, he vaguely heard a movement outside the door. He didn't know why Jiang Tian came out.
Do the questions and do things like crazy for a walk
Sheng Wang hesitated for a moment, then walked over and twisted the handle again.
As soon as the door opened, damp air rushed in. Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, only to find that Jiang Tian was coming out of the bathroom opposite. He changed into a large gray short sleeve, and his short black hair was brushed back by him. It looked like he had just taken a shower.
Holding a towel in his hand, he shook his head and shook the water in his ears, then raised his eyes to look at Sheng Wang and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Sheng Wang turned his toes and walked straight towards the stairs: "Go downstairs to drink water and take your bath."
He took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the lid, and found that he couldn't drink it. I had to carry it upstairs in a sullen manner and go back to the room.
Sheng Wang Bingshui pressed his forehead, and lay on the table for a while, until he was almost sleepy, and finally convinced himself that they were going to be in the same room for a while, so they couldn't be so embarrassed all the time, there had to be a step to ease it.
This physics problem is stairs.
Sheng Wang stood up for the third time, this time he simply took the paper and kept doing it.
He was mentally prepared to knock on the door next door, but as soon as the door opened, Jiang Tian leaned against the wall. He was holding the towel in his left hand, wiping his hair, and holding the phone in his right hand, swiping the screen with his eyes down, as expressionless as ever.
"Why are you standing at my door?" Sheng Wang was startled.
"Stand by and wait." Jiang Tian said, and finally raised his head from the phone screen.
Sheng Wang: "… "
If it weren't for his unhappy expression, Sheng Wang would suspect that he was joking.
Jiang Tian put the phone back in his pocket and asked, "I've been busy in and out several times. What do you want to do?"
Sheng Wang put the paper in his hand behind him, didn't say a word for a long time, finally said "Does it have anything to do with you?", and then closed the door.
The man's face is great.
It was the first time that Sheng Wang deeply realized this sentence, he finally gave up the question and fell into bed scratching his lungs. Before going to bed, he couldn't help recalling the moment when the door was closed. Jiang Tian glanced down at his fingers, wondering if he saw the paper.
At 6:10, Sheng Wang was woken up by the alarm clock that was calling his soul, and he struggled to get up from the bed.
His room had its own bathroom, so he didn't have to go to the opposite side to grab a seat with Jiang Tian, so it didn't take much time to wash and change clothes. When he packed up and went downstairs with his schoolbag, he realized that he was the last one to get up...
In the past, when he got up, the only living creatures moving in the house were him and the nanny aunt.
There were so many people in the cold today that he couldn't react a bit, and when he got up, there was a big "ignorant" on his face. It wasn't until Jiang Ou came out of the kitchen with a bowl that he recovered.
At that time, Jiang Tian was already standing at the entrance and was squatting on the ground to change his shoes. It seemed that he woke up earlier than the chicken, presumably to reduce unnecessary encounters, so as not to go to school with Sheng Wang.
In fact, Sheng Wang thought so too. When brushing his teeth in the morning, he thought about how to stagger the school time with Jiang Tian. But the other party really did this, and he was a little unhappy. He has been in the arena for sixteen years, and because of frequent changes of places, he has not had many deep friendships, but his popularity has always been very good.
Jiang Tian was the first to despise him so much.
In a daze, Jiang Tian's phone on the shoe cabinet vibrated several times, and he straightened up and took a look at the phone.
At that moment, his expression changed subtly, seeming stiff and a little hesitant.
Then, he quickly tapped his fingers a few times, and said without looking up while wearing another pair of shoes, "Ji Huanyu sent me money, I'll transfer you."
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment before he realized that Jiang Tian said this to his mother.
Jiang Ou stopped Sheng Wang's hand scooping the porridge, looked up at the wall clock, and asked in surprise, "What date is today? Did he call you at 6 o'clock?"
Jiang Tian moved for a while, and Sheng Wang seemed to reject this topic when he saw his brows furrowed.
"No, I just said it casually." Jiang Ou noticed his son's unhappiness, and immediately changed his words: "You are going to school now? Why don't you wait for Xiaowang?"
"Well, I have something to do." Jiang Tian opened his eyes and said nonsense, and left without looking back.
Affected by the low blood sugar when he woke up, Sheng Wang's reaction was a little slow, and he still stayed on the words "Ji Huanyu". For some reason, he felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
It wasn't until he took the bowl reflexively and burned his tongue with the first mouthful of porridge that he suddenly remembered. Sheng Mingyang mentioned a long time ago that Jiang Ou's ex-husband is called Ji Huanyu.
Isn't that... Jiang Tian's father
According to Sheng Mingyang, Jiang Ou and his ex-husband divorced very peacefully at the beginning, there were no particularly intense conflicts, and there was no embarrassing tearing. Although his son is young, he is so stable that he is almost precocious, and he has not even stopped him.
So the people who have lived together for 13 years are divided into two groups. After that, Ji Huanyu and his friends went abroad to start a business, and Jiang Ou took his son, and there was no intersection.
Sheng Wang didn't know the specific situation, but at least it seems now that Ji Huanyu still remembers to pay his son regularly, and Jiang Ou has no resentment. But looking at Jiang Tian's reaction, doesn't he seem to like his dad very much? Even a little… disgusted
But this has nothing to do with Sheng Wang in the final analysis.
He didn't want to accept Jiang Ou's closeness, but he couldn't do anything to reach out and hit people's faces, so he had an awkward breakfast, which was like a meal with a broken head.
He finally poured down the porridge, said hello and went out the door.
Xiao Chen happened to return from seeing Sheng Mingyang, and picked up Sheng Wang at the right time. He asked in a puzzled way in the front seat, "Brother Sheng asked me to send you and Xiao Jiang over, how about him?"
"I ran away early." Sheng Wang rolled his eyes and urged, "Uncle, hurry up, I still have one question left waiting for help."
The morning class in the second year of the attached middle school starts at 7:00, but most students will arrive in the classroom about 20 minutes in advance to make up the homework and the correct answer.
Sheng Wang always stepped on the bell to enter the classroom in the previous school, but this is the first time he is so active.
The classroom was noisy like a vegetable market. No one stayed in their seats honestly. They either leaned against the front and rear seats, or went over the table to find helpers farther away. Flowing seat.
Gao Tianyang, who was in the front seat of Shengwang, was a member of the Liushui Seat and was currently in the furthest group. Forget the back seat of Shengwang.
In short, he has no object to head to head with.
Just when he was holding the paper and worried, Jiang Tian's chair behind him suddenly rang, and then a tall figure stood up, and when passing by him, his finger tapped his table with a "tude".
What are you doing
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, but Jiang Tian didn't even take a step. He walked around the front door and went straight to the office.
It was not until the other person's figure disappeared from the corridor that he realized that there was a slap-sized sticky note on his desktop, with a bunch of formulas and calculation processes written on it.
Sheng Wang struggled for a few hours last night, and he could tell at a glance that this was the process of solving the last problem in physics.
It's just that there is a sentence at the bottom of the sticky note. The handwriting is thin and scribbled: Next time, please don't talk too much.