After the sports meeting, there is less than half a month left in this semester.
Surrounded by an invisible sense of urgency, Yeqin didn't want to be the laughing stock of "didn't catch anyone all semester", so he became more active in the small group of four.
Ye Qin: [What if he doesn't reply to my text messages again?]
Liu Yangfan: […]
Zhao Yue: […]
Ye Qin: [Screw the fart, hurry up and find a way for me!]
Liu Yangfan: [Didn't Zhou Feng say that he had already fallen?]
Ye Qin: [? ? ?]
Zhou Feng: [Ah, it's fallen, and I took the initiative to unscrew the bottle cap for you]
Ye Qin: [Twisting the bottle cap is a fart!]
Zhao Yue: [Hahahahahahaha]
Ye Qin: [What are you laughing at?]
Zhao Yue: [It's not easy for Aqin, he only dares to speak foul words in front of us]
Yeqin: [. . . . .]
Liu Yangfan: [I think the groundwork is almost done, and now there is only one opportunity missing]
Ye Qin: [What opportunity?]
Liu Yangfan: [It can only be understood but not expressed in words]
Ye Qin: [Zhou Feng quickly kick him out]
Zhao Yue: [Hahahahahaha, in my opinion, it’s better not to be around the corner, just hit a straight ball with him]
Zhou Feng: [Example: Are you still kidding? Be my boyfriend soon?]
Yeqin: [. . . . .]
Liu Yangfan: [Speaking of which, this is our Aqin's first love]
Ye Qin: [First love is a fart, fake love!]
You can never have too much experience. As for whether to use it or not, how to use it is your own business. It was Ye Qin himself who got along with Cheng Feichi. He believed that it is not possible to use doctrines, but to integrate what he has learned to find a method with the best expected effect.
However, there is a gap between theory and reality. It is easy to think, but it is not so easy to implement.
This Saturday, Ye Qin took Zhou's younger sister to the remedial class again. The female teacher Cheng inside was telling stories to the children, while the male teacher Cheng outside was pestered by the big friend Ye Qin, and spread out a book of chemistry five and three, asking him to explain the problems to himself.
"How much do you make as a tutor? I'll give you double."
"No meritorious deeds will not be rewarded." Cheng Feichi said.
Is it not easy to get credit? Ye Qin took out another physics book, "Physics, too."
Classwork has become a bargaining point for him, and Cheng Feichi can't laugh or cry: "This is not a matter of a few homework, there are many good teachers, there is no need to find me."
"I'm looking for you." Ye Qin was firm, "I want you, Mr. Cheng—"
The last three words drew a long tone and made several turns in Cheng Feichi's ears, causing the apple in his hand to almost fall to the ground.
Cheng Feichi took an apple casually and gave it to Ye Qin: "Peel this one first, and let me see your qualifications."
Knowing that he was looking for an excuse to procrastinate, Yeqin still took the fruit knife and peeled it seriously, with an awkward posture, not to mention the pits, and accidentally cut his hand.
Cheng Feichi entered the room with the medicine box, saw Ye Qin twisting his neck and secretly wiping tears, he was immediately annoyed and funny, when he first saw this little guy, he didn't notice that he was so coquettish at all.
The wound was on the fingertips, the wound was not big, and only a few drops of blood flowed out. Cheng Feichi held Ye Qin's hand to disinfect him with alcohol, and wrapped it in a band-aid. Ye Qin pouted, and muttered, "Why are your knives so fast..."
Cheng Feichi squeezed his fingers: "Your skin is tender, like my rough skin and thick flesh, you can't cut it."
Ye Qin listened to these words, so he didn't care much about the pain, and began to bargain again: "You see, I'm honored to be injured, so you will be my teacher?"
Ye Qin is the only one who can connect two things that have nothing to do with the cause and effect. Cheng Feichi saw his still red eyes, swallowed the words of refusal, and reluctantly pulled the exercise booklet on the table to him. : "Which question will not?"
With the blessing of a "famous teacher", Ye Qin didn't really focus on his studies.
Just after the college entrance examination, a sports meeting let the young people's minds fly again. In addition, during this period of festivals, the students in the class are eager to move, especially the girls, they gather together in small groups to make handicrafts during the recess time. .
Once Ye Qin went up to look, and saw girls weaving gloves and scarves, all kinds of colors.
"Can this thing be worn? It's better to spend money to buy it." Ye Qin frowned while holding the corner of the scarf knitted by Sun Yiran.
"Why can't you wear it?" Sun Yiran pulled it back, "It's only meaningful if you weave it by yourself, and it's not as good as buying it."
Zhou Feng leaned over anxiously, expecting: "Who is this for?"
Sun Yiran glanced at him: "It's not you anyway."
Zhou Feng lay down weakly for a self-study class, and Ye Qin was not energetic, holding his chin in thought.
Liao Yifang handed out the exercise booklet to the two of them, and said worriedly, "Have you encountered any difficulties in your study? As the saying goes, 'Everyone gathers firewood to make a flame grow', let's figure out a solution together."
Zhou Feng wailed: "If you encounter emotional difficulties, can the monitor help you?"
Liao Yifang thought for a moment, then pushed his eyes and said: "Although the school does not advocate puppy love, the so-called 'puppy love' is actually a teenager's exploration of the relationship between men and women. In a sense, it is also a kind of learning. Why don't you talk about it? Let me help you analyze and analyze."
Zhou Feng asked him how to make the person he likes also like him, Liao Yifang thought about it carefully, and said: "In learning, we should teach students according to their aptitude.
Zhou Feng felt that he had said something nonsense, so he said indiscriminately: "For example, I will give you a five-three set?"
Liao Yifang was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly: "I bought it myself on May 3rd, and now I want "Comprehensive Interpretation of the Textbook of Wang Houxiong's Study Case"."
The love opinions of people who only have learning in their minds can only be listened to for fun, Zhou Feng forgets after asking, but Ye Qin remembers it in his heart. Combined with Sun Yiran's "meaningful", he bought a stack of long strips of paper with stars in the stationery store in front of the school.
He also thought about knitting scarves. The reasons for vetoing were firstly that he felt too motherly, and secondly that Cheng Feichi didn't need it. The last time he applied medicine to himself, the palms were as hot as hot water bottles, and his hands and feet were cold all year round. Ye Qin was reluctant to let go.
When it comes to whether it is necessary or not, Ye Qin thinks of the lifeless and depressing atmosphere in Cheng Feichi's house, and also thinks that in his room, there are not even a photo frame or anything other than books and certificates and trophies. Just when I went to the stationery store, I saw a can of finished stars on the cash register. They were colorful and beautiful. I heard from the shop owner that they were luminous. Wouldn’t Cheng Feichi’s house be full of glory if placed there? Without thinking about it, Yeqin immediately decided it was it.
So in the next few days, Ye Qin, who had been thinking about playing truant all day long, suddenly became quieter. He sat down and listened to every class in an orderly manner. Only the students around him knew what he was doing behind the books. .
The process of stacking the stars was difficult at first. The only thing Yeqin came into contact with recently was Lego. He hadn't touched origami since elementary school. Later, Sun Yiran couldn't stand it and came to help, and taught him that after folding, he had to press down the five sides with his nails, so that the stars could become full and beautiful.
Ye Qin didn't keep his nails, so he used a ruler to press them, and gradually he was able to make a decent one.
After happily making a bag of stars, Sun Yiran came to remind him again: "Have you written in it yet?"
Ye Qin was confused: "What word to write?"
"Write your wishes or wishes on the wrapped side, so that your dreams will come true."
Ye Qin asked her angrily why she didn't say it earlier, and at the same time dismantled all the finished stars.
What to write made him difficult again. Originally, I was going to write "I hope my mother is healthy and happy every day", but after thinking about it, this is something for Cheng Feichi. I bit my pen and struggled for a class, and finally made a difficult decision.
During class, Zhou Feng came over to watch him write for a while, and asked him worriedly: "Aqin, you won't come, are you?"
Yeqin wrote with concentration: "What is true?"
"Really in love with him?"
Ye Qin jumped on the spot: "If I don't act like me enough, how could he be fooled?"
Immediately wrote a piece of "Cheng Feichi, you big fool" and folded it into a star and threw it in the glass bottle, confidently said: "When I succeed, let him take the star apart and see, whoever likes him is a fool!"
On the last day of the semester, I came to school mainly to get my final exam results.
Probably afraid that the students would be too bored, the school temporarily organized a lecture on rationally arranging vacation time, and the high school candidates who were about to enter the third year of high school in one semester all entered the auditorium, with black heads as far as they could see.
Ye Qin was carrying something in his bag, fearing it would break, he held it in his arms nervously, stretched his neck to look at the first class of science, and saw Cheng Feichi, who was sitting taller than others, with his head sideways and the one next to him. Girls talk.
Ye Qin was a little unhappy for no reason, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message: [Hi]
The signal in the auditorium was not good, and Cheng Feichi replied only ten minutes after the lecture started: [?]
Ye Qin hated people replying with punctuation marks the most. He thought that the word "Hi" had already told Cheng Feichi that he was in a bad mood, but this guy was still so perfunctory to him.
If you are angry, you are angry, and you still have to send a text message: [I am behind you]
Ye Qin waited for a long time, and Cheng Feichi, who was sitting a few rows in front, didn't turn his head to look at him. After a while, I received a reply, just four words: [Listen carefully]
Ye Qin was so angry that he vomited blood and threw his schoolbag heavily on the ground.
Immediately regretted throwing it away, and hurriedly bent down to check if the glass jar inside was broken.
After the lecture, a few students from each class were left to clean the venue. Liao Yifang pulled Zhou Feng, and Zhou Feng pulled Ye Qin to form a hard-working team in class two (2).
Ye Qin stole forward while picking up the trash on the ground. If he hadn't seen Cheng Feichi not leaving, he wouldn't have bothered to stay and do good deeds.
It's almost a holiday, and everyone is in high spirits after cleaning, and there is constant laughter in the huge venue. Ye Qin watched helplessly as a group of girls surrounded Cheng Feichi, and the laughter from the crowd nearly knocked the roof off.
There are more men than women in the science class, so the movement over there is particularly attractive. Zhou Feng wanted to join in the fun, but Ye Qin asked him: "Aren't you going to find Yiran?"
"Yi Ran sent a scarf to her father." Zhou Feng no longer felt sad for not receiving the scarf, but instead asked Ye Qin, "Have you sent your star?"
Yeqin didn't speak.
He suddenly didn't want to send it away.
In the entire arena, only Liao Yifang was cleaning seriously, sweating profusely, taking off his glasses to wipe his sweat.
"Hey, don't move, don't wear it back!" Zhou Feng shouted as if discovering a new world, "Aqin, come and see, the squad leader looks like this!"
Liao Yifang, who lost his heavy black-rimmed glasses, showed delicate eyebrows and eyes. His big dark eyes were embedded in his fair and tender face, and his vision was as hazy as water and mist. He looked innocent and pitiful.
Zhou Feng held his wrist to keep him from moving, looked at his face carefully, and said regretfully: "I took my eyes off a long time ago, maybe my brother can treat you better."
Ye Qin was speechless. This fellow likes to call himself "brother" in front of good-looking people. When he was in junior high school, he let himself call him brother. success.
It was probably the first time for Liao Yifang to encounter this kind of thing. In addition, he was born in an ivory tower with a pure and innocent personality, and never defended himself against others. Under Zhou Feng's coercion and lure, he called "brother" very spinelessly.
Zhou Feng stood there for a long time as if he had been struck by lightning, and when he regained his composure, he surrounded Liao Yifang and asked him to scream a few more times.
The three people in class two (2) tossed until the end before leaving. Ye Qin didn't want to hear Zhou Feng's startled noises in his ears, so he stepped on his bicycle and took a step ahead. Going out from the back door path, just turning the corner, I saw Cheng Feichi standing under the ginkgo tree by the roadside.
"Brother" almost blurted out, and Ye Qin, who realized it, wanted to slap himself a few big mouths. He secretly made a note of Zhou Feng in his heart, and then braked to stop in a calm manner.
Riding on the bike and not as tall as Cheng Feichi, Ye Qin looked like "I'm still angry", raised his head and said, "Wait for me?"
Cheng Feichi neither admitted nor denied, and said something irrelevant: "I didn't ride a bike today."
The two walked side by side on the sidewalk. Ye Qin threw his schoolbag to Cheng Feichi on the grounds that he wanted to push a cart. Cheng Feichi carried one on each of his chest and back, and his steps were still relaxed and steady.
Yeqin noticed a small animal made of balloons hanging on the zipper of his schoolbag, and asked casually, "You made this cat?"
"Yeah." Cheng Feichi said, "This is a dog."
"Oh." Ye Qin turned his head to look at the bell tower of the school, and continued to ask casually, "You still do this?"
"Well, I worked in a shopping mall before and did it for children."
Ye Qin snorted, thinking that only those naive little girls like these fancy things. Passing through a traffic light, I couldn't help but glance at the little animal: "Aside from cats, what else do you do?"
After getting along for this period of time, Cheng Feichi has gotten used to his duplicity, and he doesn't argue with him about whether it's a cat or a dog. He turns his arm behind his back and takes out a deflated balloon from the side pocket of his schoolbag, puts it in his mouth and blows it a few times , Sealed, turned and twisted quickly with the hand, within ten seconds, a five-petaled flower appeared in the hand.
"For me?"
Ye Qin tentatively asked, but his hand had already reached out to take it.
Cheng Feichi twisted a two-color lollipop out of two balloons, one yellow and one red. Ye Qin put it in the basket of the car, his eyes and eyebrows gradually stained with a smile, and asked Cheng Feichi excitedly what else he would do.
The balloons were found in the backstage of the auditorium. The female students in the class had used up more than half of them for twisting and playing, and there were only a few left. After twisting a heart, there was only the last balloon left.
Yeqin's hands and car were covered with all kinds of balloon dolls, but he was still not satisfied and said he wanted something else.
Looking at Ye Qin's shining eyes, Cheng Feichi was in a surprisingly good mood, and asked him patiently, "What else do you want?"
Ye Qin pondered for a long time, waited for the next traffic light, walked to a sparsely populated place, and poked Cheng Feichi's schoolbag with his finger.
Cheng Feichi didn't understand, so he looked behind him: "Do you want a kitten like this?"
Ye Qin shook his head and whispered something.
Cheng Feichi didn't hear clearly, and really screwed him a cat.
Ye Qin threw the cat with the same color as his clothes on Cheng Feichi, and said angrily, "I want you, I want you, tell me if you want it or not!"
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