Song Yun replied that he had learned well.
But netizens don't think so, especially after seeing him solve the equation quickly.
His fingers were slender and he held the pen in a standard way, with ink drawing rows of formulas on the paper smoothly and accurately.
He said he had the habit of writing and drawing, and his friends thought the paper would be a mess, but it turned out to be unexpectedly neat.
The A4 paper is divided into two parts, one half is the problem-solving process, and the other side is the draft.
The draft and problem-solving process are synchronized, so you can understand it as long as you learn it.
It just... it seems simple enough.
—It really is just an appearance.
[? ? This problem that has troubled our dormitory has been solved just like this?]
[The idea is so clear!!! I can actually understand it all QAQ]
["interesting"]
He lowered his head and smiled, "It was quite fun back then."
"I'll close the private messages first. I'll read the next batch after I finish reading these."
[? Not sure]
[《Learning is OK》]
Seeing the screen full of "I got it," he clicked on the private message.
[So this is how the gap between people comes about.]
[Although I think soy milk won’t lie, but it still feels a little wrong]
Feeling a little uncomfortable after sitting for so long, Song Yunhui raised one leg and changed his sitting position, saying, "This question looks quite interesting."
[Me, me, me! Raise your hand! Is this question a real one? Qiuqiu soy milk, save me (private message has been sent)]
Song Yun replied and then closed the private message.
[How could this be? Hahahaha! ]
The weather is not very good today. It is cloudy outside and the air is humid. It is probably going to rain.
Song Yunhui looked up at the screen, then slowed down and raised his hand to write down another formula.
Song Yun looked back at the topic, briefly excerpting it while chatting:
“I haven’t done advanced math in a long time.”
The backstage finally calmed down.
[Where did Doujiang go to college?]
Song Yunhui put the cap back on his pen and turned to the private message again, asking, "Do you understand this question?"
He smiled and said, "You have quite a lot of homework."
There are crooked words in the upper right corner of the photo on this page, saying that this page is homework, followed by a sentence "Please complete it independently".
[I feel that the university that produces soy milk must be very impressive]
Song Yun didn't say anything, just replied: "It's a small school that may be quite good, studying the backend."
The fans were so grateful that they almost became sworn brothers with him.
[So why does x become 1 when it is substituted into equation ③? ]
Private messages flash frequently in the background, and I can’t see who sent what.
"Here we can expand a formula. It is not often used when solving problems, but it will be much more convenient when needed."
He searched for private messages in chronological order from bottom to top, and the first private message he clicked on was a photo.
The time spent doing the questions passed unexpectedly quickly. By the time Song Yun put down the draft paper and turned his head to look out the window, it was almost dark.
[Children should do their homework well (college students don’t need to do that)]
[This is obviously a difficult problem! ]
[Is this the world I don’t understand?]
The second private message was a typical linear algebra problem.
[This is probably why I am now sitting in the office slacking off, earning a few thousand yuan a month [Lighting a cigarette.jpg]]
He is a cannon fodder in the novel. His university is a setting in the novel that doesn't even need to be written about. There are no main characters in the novel there, and it has nothing to do with the main plot. It is a relatively relaxing period of time.
He asked, "Do I need to write the calculation process?"
Instead of taking a pen, he typed a few words.
The barrage was full of [Hahahahahahaha].
[Please complete your homework independently]
[Need need]
[Do your own homework! (Except advanced mathematics)]
It's not a question, it's a page, a page that looks cleaner than your face.
After checking the time, he reconnected to the headset and said, "It's getting late. My friend is about to come back. Let's order some songs."
The barrage of comments suddenly came alive, layer upon layer.
The show ended at exactly seven in the evening.
After taking a look at the final live broadcast duration statistics, Song Yunhui slumped in his chair and slowly exhaled.
Made up for 8 hours.
He didn't know how he managed to get through those eight hours.
It’s more like remedial lessons than a live broadcast.
My eyes are a little tired after taking make-up classes for so long.
With drooping eyelids, Song Yunhui yawned, put on his slippers and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee.
The wind had started to blow outside the window. He didn't turn on the lights. The kitchen was dim, but he could still hear the whistling of the wind and the rustling of leaves outside.
The temperature drop that has been brewing for several days seems to be happening tonight.
He was not wearing thick clothes and felt a little cold. Song Yunhui picked up the coffee and went upstairs.
He placed the dinosaur-shaped cup on the table, picked up the phone and was about to make a call when the phone rang.
The caller ID is [Qin Xiaoshu].
His light-colored pupils met the completely dark sky outside the French window. He sat lightly on the table and spoke in a clear voice:
"When will you come back?"
The voice on the other end remained steady, "About half an hour."
Qin Shu asked, "Have you eaten tonight?"
The soul asks.
"… "
Song Yunhui hesitated briefly between lying and coming clean.
During this brief pause, the other party had guessed something and asked directly: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Without having to torture his conscience any more, Song Yunhui smiled instantly and said, "The fried rice we had before is good enough."
There was no other noise except Qin Shu's voice. Guessing that someone was driving, he said:
"Orange and I will be waiting for you to come back. Be safe on the road. I'm hanging up now."
The faint blue light from the phone disappeared. Just as he put the phone down, Song Yun heard some noise and turned around, just in time to catch Orange's cat jumping.
Purring the kitten's chin, he lowered his eyes to look at the furry kitten and said, "Your father is coming back."
Orange snored and didn't listen to what he was saying at all.
Song Yunhui played with the cat while paying attention to the weather outside.
In the end, the rain didn't last more than half an hour. Water drops fell on the leaves, and in an instant the drizzle turned into a downpour.
The leaves were hitting the window. He looked at the wind outside the window, patted the kitten's head, put the orange down, and said, "I'm going to pick up your dad. Take good care of the house."
Orange meowed, and I don’t know if he understood or not. Anyway, he walked downstairs to drink water.
After Song Yun put down the orange, he casually put on a coat and walked to the entrance.
He remembered that there was always an umbrella here.
Taking the umbrella, he opened and closed the door with quick movements.
The community is repairing pipes these two days, so the road we usually drive on is blocked and we can only park in the temporary parking spaces on the other side.
It's some distance from home.
The rain outside was much heavier than expected. Song Yunhui walked on the road holding an umbrella, with water splashing onto his face continuously.
He seemed to be holding an umbrella, but also seemed to be holding nothing.
When the rain is too heavy, umbrellas seem to be of no use.
There was a small pavilion next to the temporary parking lot. After putting away the umbrella that was as wet as his clothes, Song Yunhui stood in the pavilion, took out his mobile phone and checked the time.
It’s about time for Qin Shu to come back.
His hands were a little stiff from the cold, and he shook them casually to loosen them up, then put the phone back into his pocket.
This long-awaited heavy rain is getting heavier.
In the end, the rain was so heavy that the raindrops next to the still-lit street lights were difficult to see clearly.
This weather is obviously not suitable for driving.
Song Yunhui touched the mobile phone in his pocket with his fingers, but he didn't take it out in the end. He just stood quietly in the pavilion waiting.
No one wants to go out on a rainy night, and there seems to be no other sound around except the sound of rain.
The pavilion is not big, and except for the center which is relatively dry, the rest is inevitably wet.
There were raindrops on his trouser legs, jacket, and even eyelashes, but Song Yunhui seemed unaware of it.
He had already gotten used to waiting.
He just blinked slightly when a car light flashed by, and then watched the car, whose model could not be seen clearly in the rain, go away. Then he realized where he was standing, and took a step back to a position in the center of the pavilion.
The cell phone in his pocket didn't ring, and he didn't touch it. He just listened quietly to the sound of rain.
Soon, or perhaps it was a long time later, the sound of tires pressing over the rain water accumulated on the road was heard, growing louder and louder in the sound of the rain.
Song Yun looked up and saw a car driving steadily towards him.
The yellow car lights shone through the dark night and also illuminated the rain, allowing people to see how heavy the rain was.
All I could hear was the sound of rain hitting the leaves, and the sound of wind, which blew up my slightly wet hair.
Song Yunhui opened his umbrella again and walked into the rain.
When the wind gets strong, the umbrella becomes just a decoration.
Following the direction of the headlights, I saw a familiar car model, with his eyebrows slightly curved in the rain.
"… "
After slowly parking the car in the rain, Qin Shu leaned over to take the bag of vegetables from the passenger seat. Just as he was about to open the car door, he heard someone knocking on the window.
Two sounds, neither light nor heavy, very familiar.
The rain blurred the car window and he couldn't see what was outside. He lowered the window and saw the slightly curved eyebrows at a glance.
The person standing outside the car waved at him and said in a clear and pleasant voice:
"Welcome back."
There were obvious water marks on Song Yunhui's hair, face and clothes, but the smile on his face was obvious.
Qin Shu paused at first, then opened the car door and got out quickly.
Song Yunhui held the umbrella and walked it towards the car door.
The light from inside the car poured out, illuminating his fingers that were slightly red from the cold.
Qin Shu stopped what he was doing and took off his coat first.
"?"
After Song Yunhui finished speaking, he just caught a glimpse of Qin Shu's face, and then his eyes went dark, his head felt inexplicably heavy, and warmth instantly spread.
He raised his eyes slightly and could just see a bit of the black collar.
Qin Shu took the bag, then the umbrella, and said:
"The heater is on in the car, so it's a little hot."
There was no heating air coming out when the car door was opened, which is a lame excuse.
The umbrella in Song Yunhui's hand was taken away, and both of his hands were free, just enough to hold on to his coat.
"It started to rain heavily halfway through the journey, so we were a little late."
Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him: "Why didn't you call me?"
Maybe it was because it was a rainy night, or maybe it was because I hadn't seen him for two days, but his voice was softer than usual.
Song Yunhui took off his clothes and stroked his chin, saying, "You are driving, it is not convenient to answer the phone."
The two of them squeezed under an umbrella of moderate size and walked and talked.
Qin Shu didn't ask Song Yunhui why he suddenly remembered to pick him up, and Song Yunhui didn't say either.
Objectively speaking, his coming out to pick someone up did not change the fact that Qin Shu got wet. It just added another person to get wet in the rain. It was a meaningless and futile act.
But subjectively speaking, he just wanted to come out and answer it.
Sometimes meaningless things can make people happy.
It’s just like two people who know that an umbrella cannot protect them from strong winds and heavy rain, but they still hide under the umbrella and walk together.
Weird, but happy.
When entering, it was Qin Shu who took out the key to open the door.
His hands were already wet from the rain, and water was still dripping from his distinctly bony fingers. The little dinosaur swayed in the air and was wet by the rain.
The two of them walked in together.
When Chengzi heard the noise, he was already waiting at the door. The moment the two came in, he was about to jump like a kitten, but was stopped by Song Yunhui.
They are all wet and not suitable for holding cats.
Being rejected for the first time, a strange shock appeared on Orange's furry face. He took a few steps back and then collapsed weakly in the corner.
Song Yun smiled back, wiped his hands, walked over, bent down and touched the kitten's head.
Orange rubbed the back of his hand instantly.
Qin Shu was still standing at the entrance. He lowered his eyes, carefully wiped the rain off the little dinosaur and put it in his pocket.
After putting the purchased vegetables in the refrigerator, Qin Shu turned to Song Yun who was still touching the orange and said:
"You've been caught in the rain, go take a shower first."
Song Yunhui stood up and was about to move when he was stopped again.
Qin Shu said, "I'll go get you pajamas."
Song Yunhui didn't remember what pajamas he had with him.
"… "
When he met Qin Shu's gaze, he suddenly had an epiphany.
Finally patting the kitten's head, he followed Qin Shu upstairs.
He had been to Qin Shu's bedroom before, and this time he was even more familiar with it. He saw the other party open the closet and take out a pajamas.
Green, and with white teeth.
The clothes I bought before have arrived.
"I have washed the clothes, so you can wear them directly."
Song Yunhui took the clothes, but did not leave. He still looked at Qin Shu.
Qin Shu was defeated in the end.
He pulled another pair of pajamas from the closet.
Song Yunhui nodded repeatedly, turned around and waved, "Then I'm going to take a shower."
Even the back reveals joy.
The bath time was not too long.
After taking a shower, Song Yunhui put a towel on his head and wiped his head as he walked.
Qin Shu was quicker than him, and by the time he went downstairs there was already a fragrance in the kitchen.
Walking into the kitchen, Song Yunhui couldn't hold back his excitement at first sight.
The face is still the same, still expressionless.
But the sharp teeth on the back of the other person's head suppressed most of the coldness.
Qin Shu, who was washing vegetables by the pool in dinosaur pajamas: "..."
Noticing the burning gaze, he said nothing.
Song Yunhui moved slowly, then quickly got up and rubbed the tip of the dinosaur, then rubbed it again.
Qin Shu: “…”
After satisfying his desire, Song Yun patted Qin Shu on the back and praised him generously:
"So lovely!"
After he finished praising her, he was about to roll up his sleeves to wash the vegetables, but Qin Shu stopped him, "Drink the ginger soup on the table first."
Song Yun turned his head and saw a bowl of slightly reddish water that looked a bit like a drink on the table.
He picked up the bowl and took a sip.
—Then cough violently.
He was shocked: "How can it taste like this!"
This color looks sweet, but the smell is strangely lingering.
“The ginger soup tastes…”
Qin Shu stopped talking midway, then continued as usual, "It's all different from this. I put too much ginger, so maybe that's why the taste is weird."
He said, "Ginger soup drives away the cold, and if it rains heavily, add more ginger."
Song Yunhui drank the ginger soup with a painful look on his face, then exhaled, "I think you are talking nonsense."
Qin Shu lowered his eyes and glanced at the person who finished drinking the ginger soup and then ran over to wash the vegetables, without answering.
He was indeed talking nonsense.
All ginger soups taste like this, there may be slight differences, but the difference is not big.
Song Yunhui was surprised only because he had never drunk ginger soup before.
A young master who was supposed to have grown up in luxury has never drunk a bowl of ordinary ginger soup.
Picking up the washed vegetables, Qin Shu glanced at the person next to Luo Bai who was still frowning unconsciously, and said, "Next time I will put less ginger and more sugar, it should taste better."
Song Yun replied "OK".
The two of them ate together. Qin Shu washed the dishes, and Song Yunhui took on the important responsibility of putting away the dishes and chopsticks.
After dinner, it was time for Song Yunhui to lie down. He wore plush and warm pajamas and put on a hat. He hugged Orange and fell directly into the sofa, looking extremely happy.
Seeing Qin Shu coming over, he patted the seat beside him enthusiastically, took out his cell phone and said:
"Come here, let's take a picture of our family of three."
Qin Shu then sat next to him.
There was no expression on his face, but his movements were very cooperative. In order to be consistent with Song Yunhui, he even put on a hat.
Song Yunhui made a simple scissors gesture and supported Qin Shu:
"Smile."
After acting for several years, he still has the same hand gesture when he returns.
After Qin Shu smiled, the emotions in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he slightly turned his head to avoid the camera just before the photo was taken.
After taking the photos, Song Yunhui put the phone in the middle, then lowered his head to open the photo album.
The first photo in the album is of them, and the photos below are also of them, with oranges occupying the majority.
In the small phone, both of them had smiles on their faces. Song Yun was looking back at the camera, and Qin Shu was looking at him.
Orange collapsed between the two of them and reached out to grab the phone.
The photos are different from what I imagined, but I am equally happy.
Song Yun happily saved the photos into another album and put his phone away.
Qin Shu sat aside and asked him, "Didn't we say we were going to play a little game today?"
Song Yunhui was stunned instantly.
He held the orange and waved his hand, "Elbow! I'll take you to play Water and Fire Man!"
Then the dinosaur went upstairs.
Song Yunhui finally understood what the viewers in the live broadcast room had said before: the feeling of playing Fire and Water by himself and playing Fire and Water with friends are completely different.
Although no one is playing, it is obvious that it will be much more fun to play games with two people.
Finally, The Water and Fire Man ends with Song Yunhui being so sleepy that he can't open his eyes.
Qin Shu patted his hat and said, "It's late, go to bed first."
Song Yunhui drooped his eyelids and said stubbornly, "I can still endure it."
In the end he was forced to go to bed.
He said he couldn't sleep, but his body was honest and he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
The rain outside the window continued to fall, pouring down through the window.
The next day, Song Yunhui was awakened by the cry of a cat.
Orange probably wanted to come in but couldn't, so he could only meow at the door, and then was taken away by Qin Shu.
He got up and looked at the time. He struggled for a while, and finally decided to sit up, put on his clothes, wash up and go downstairs.
The rain yesterday was indeed intended to reduce the temperature.
Now the sky has turned cloudy again and it is not raining anymore, but the temperature has dropped to an indescribable level.
Early in the morning, my clothes were cold and my mouthwash was cold too.
Song Yun put his hat back on his head, without any peasant image, and slowly went downstairs.
He had to admit that Qin Shu's energy was indeed better than his.
He had just gotten up and the smell of food was already wafting from the kitchen downstairs.
The kitchen is probably the warmest place in the building.
Slowly sitting down at the dining table, Orange jumped on him unconsciously and nestled in his arms.
Qin Shu glanced at him and said, "The air conditioner in the living room is already on. Chengzi stepped on the remote control and it turned to cold air. Go back later."
Song Yun nodded.
It was a quiet yet lively morning.
Qin Shu has been very busy these days. He has to attend a film festival in the next city today.
He was wearing the same black clothes as before, still looking like a cool guy.
It looks very normal.
—Until Song Yunhui saw him take out a scarf.
Red, very conspicuous.
He bought it before.
The other person probably had never worn a scarf before, so he was not very good at it, and it looked very big when he put it on, which inexplicably tickled Song's funny bone.
Passing the orange in his hand to Qin Shu, Song Yun patted his shoulder and said:
"Bow your head, and I'll put it on for you."
Qin Shu lowered his head obediently.
Song Yunhui usually cannot do without a scarf in winter. She is quite experienced in tying scarves, but she has never tied it for others, so her technique is a little unfamiliar.
But in the end, I managed to tie it in a way that looked pretty good.
Qin Shu went out.
Song Yunhui stood at the door, holding the white cat's paw and waving at him, looking relaxed.
The door is closed.
The ease and calmness disappeared from his face and he quickly went upstairs holding the orange.
The remaining 7.3 hours are not so easy to make up.
After getting in the car, Qin Shu picked up his mobile phone and opened a live broadcast software.
As expected, Soy Milk Don’t Drink has already started live streaming, madly making up for the time.
After sending a few colorful tips, he put his phone aside, fastened his seat belt, raised his head and held the steering wheel.
The next city is not City B, and it takes a lot of time to drive there.
The film exhibition started at noon. After entering the city, he met with his agent first, and his assistant was also there, and then they went to the venue together.
The agent and assistants looked repeatedly at the scarf around his neck.
In the end, no one asked anything.
He was only invited to attend this time, so he didn't need to prepare too much, just show up.
The people at the film exhibition got the news and sent someone to pick them up in advance.
When I got off the bus, a bunch of people surrounded me.
The people nearby were staff members. The organizers probably thought that since he came from far away, he would have a lot of things. As a result, apart from a few people, there was nothing else.
There were more people not far away, including fans and media, mixed together.
He just wanted to show his face in the movie and didn't need to walk the red carpet, but he couldn't avoid the media.
He is the person the media wants to interview the most, but he is also the one who gives them the most headaches.
Qin Shu is very famous, but it is difficult to dig out information about him. Every time he is interviewed, few reporters can leave with a smile.
This time should have been the same.
The journey was quickly completed, and Qin Shu barely spoke a word, only answering a few sparse and ordinary questions.
Until the last section of the road, a reporter praised:
"Teacher Qin's scarf looks really nice today."
Everyone noticed a different element about him today, but no one thought it would make news.
—Until Qin Shu opened his mouth to answer.
He said, “Well, my friend picked it out.”
There was clearly no change in his expression, but everyone felt that he should have smiled.
The temperature in the south has started to drop, and in the north it has reached the point where you cannot leave the room without a down jacket.
During the lunch break, most people went out to find food, and there were few people in the office.
Zhong Xu left late and went to a coffee shop near the building to meet his friend Zhang Jia.
The coffee shop has private rooms. Zhang Jia, who has never been willing to put himself in a difficult position, happily sat in one of the rooms.
Zhong Xu walked into the coffee shop and saw Zhang Jia's face popping out of a private room door and waving at him.
Walking into the private room, he sat down and untied the scarf around his neck.
Zhang Jia glanced at him and said incredulously, "You haven't thrown away this scarf yet?"
He has been wearing the scarf in Zhong Xu’s hand since he met him in college. He can only say that the quality is very good and it has not worn out yet.
Even so, the scarf is clearly showing its age.
Zhang Jia said, "I've been wearing it for so long, it's time to change it."
Zhong Xu didn't say anything extra, just said: "It can still be worn."
It means I don't plan to change it.
Zhang Jia didn't think anything was wrong at first, but after taking a sip of coffee, he suddenly noticed something and asked, "Did someone give it to you?"
Zhong Xu said "hmm".
Zhang Jia asked, "Did Song Zishu give it to you?"
Those who can give these things are not ordinary people. After thinking about it, there is no one else except Song Zishu who can do this and has known Zhong Xu for such a long time.
Under normal circumstances he would have started joking, but today the words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back silently, with a slightly weird expression on his face.
Zhong Xu put the scarf aside and said, "No."
Zhang Jia laughed, "Could it be Song Yunhui?"
He said with a smile, but Zhong Xu did not answer.
The smile on Zhang Jia's face froze.
He said "woc", and then said, "Is it really Song Yunhui?"
"You and Song Yunhui have known each other for so long?" He was incredulous. "How come we didn't know!"
An inexplicable sense of weirdness came to his mind again. Zhong Xu rubbed his brows, then changed the subject and asked, "What do you want to see me about today?"
Zhang Jia smacked his lips and said, "It's not a big deal."
"I saw you seem to have some feelings for Song Yunhui before..."
He finally realized something halfway through his words, so he changed his words, "Since you know Song Yunhui, I want to tell you something about him. Maybe you are not interested, so I just said it for fun."
Zhong Xu raised his eyes: "What did he do again?"
"No, no," Zhang Jia waved his hand and said, "I have a friend who is in the same circle. He mentioned this matter to me when we were chatting today."
His expression became as indescribable as before.
"Remember the incident where Song Yunhui pushed someone into the water? There was no evidence at the time, but it was still widely circulated on the Internet."
"My friend said that the news came from a stage manager, and after it was spread, someone bought the hype. The person who bought the hype was Song Zishu's mother Xu Wei."
"The stage manager is a cousin of Xu Wei. He just had dinner with Xu Wei."
Zhang Jia curled his lips, looked at Zhong Xu, and said, "It is possible that Song Yunhui may not be living as well as we thought in the Song family."
(End of this chapter)