Meng Shuyu suddenly turned the phone screen down and covered it, her face flushed red.
In the quiet study room, the mobile phone on the desk vibrated again.
I wonder if there was something else said on the other end.
Meng Shuyu's toes in her sandals curled up one by one, and she covered her face and did not dare to look.
It wasn't until five minutes passed and her hot cheeks gradually cooled down that she slowly moved her hand to the phone, quickly turning the phone screen over like she was touching a hot potato.
When I turned it over, I saw at a glance the latest photo in the dialog box - it was written on the scratch paper, the process of solving the second problem.
j: I saw it wrong, it’s different.
Meng Shuyu was stunned, picked up the phone, clicked on the picture, and looked at it carefully.
It's really different.
Because this question can have two solutions.
He used another method of solving the problem that was different from the eighth multiple-choice question.
Then he told her that he was wrong.
Although her shaky face was saved, Meng Shuyu was still determined to learn a lesson, stop making such stupid mistakes, and start to study the questions seriously.
This actually established a revolutionary relationship with mathematics.
For a week, her whole body seemed to have been injected with blood. She read two math papers every day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
In the evening, he sent the problems he had saved to Jian Cheng.
Originally, her father was very angry when he saw her playing with her mobile phone while doing homework. When he saw that she was asking for help with math problems and heard that the person was Jian Cheng, he felt that it was reliable and he withdrew his criticism.
There were a total of thirty math papers in one summer vacation, and she completed nearly half of them in one week. Her father's only concern now is: Will Jian Cheng's child be bored by the trouble
Meng Shuyu showed the chat history to her father openly—
j: The accuracy rate is good today.
Xiao Yudian: (＾▽＾) Brother Jian Cheng taught you well!
j: Functions are still a bit weak. There are no special topics in your paper
Xiaoyudidian: There is no qaq, the teacher assigns comprehensive papers.
j: I will find a special topic paper for you tomorrow. You can print it out and do it yourself. It will be much easier to conquer the functions first and then do the comprehensive questions.
Little Raindrops: (≧▽≦) Thank you, brother Jian Cheng!
"You're not bothering me," Meng Shuyu pointed at the screen of her phone, "I'm talking sweetly."
"The reason why he is so patient is because of my good relationship with his father."
Meng Shuyu curled her lips unhappily: "It's because I have a good personality and can talk!"
"Then you can't just let someone teach you. This is enough for you to be a tutor. It happens to be the weekend, so you and I can go and send you some fruit to thank them properly."
Meng Shuyu was overjoyed: "Are you going to brother Jian Cheng's house?"
"Are you lazy again?"
"No," Meng Shuyu shook her head quickly, "Just go."
Meng Zhouping nodded, glanced at the screen of her mobile phone and frowned: "Why do you add all these messy things in front of every sentence you say? If you don't add them, you won't be able to speak anymore?"
Meng Shuyu lowered her head and looked at the emojis her father pointed at, her eyes flickering: "Dad, you don't understand, this is a buzzword among our young people."
Meng Zhouping glanced at her with disgust and walked away.
Meng Shuyu put on the new dress she bought the week before and followed Meng Zhouping out.
Compared to the last time when she was forced to visit with her parents, Meng Shuyu was in a much better mood today. She and her father arrived at Jian's house carrying fruits, and greeted everyone they saw: "Hello, Uncle Jian!"
"Hello Xiaoyu!" Uncle Jian smiled at her and looked at her father, "You are so serious. You just taught a few questions without any effort, and you also specially sent me something."
"This is not a matter of a few questions. I know best how talkative my own daughter is!"
"Oh dad—"
Meng Shuyu frowned and looked at her father. When she turned around, she saw Uncle Jian smiling and shouting upstairs: "Xiao Cheng, Uncle Meng and Xiao Yu are here, come downstairs quickly!"
Meng Shuyu tucked up her skirt on the sofa, sat upright with her eyes in front of her, listened to the footsteps coming from the stairs, and quietly raised her eyelids to look.
He was stunned when he saw this.
Why doesn't this seem like the person she saw that day...
Meng Shuyu looked behind the visitor and found that there was no one else. She asked her father in a low voice: "Dad, is this brother Jian Cheng?"
"yes."
After the father and daughter asked and answered questions, Jian Cheng also walked to the sofa and sat down, greeting them politely: "Hello, Uncle Meng, hello Xiaoyu."
Before Meng Shuyu came back to her senses, her father gave her a flash in the eye to remind her.
"Oh, hello, brother Jian Cheng..." She responded quickly, her eyes flicking back and forth on Jian Cheng's face.
It's not like, it's absolutely.
Although they were both thin and tall, the face she saw that day was definitely not the one she saw!
So the person who gave her a collection of poems and taught her math problems was not the person she thought she was, but the person in front of her
So who was the person she saw that day
Could it be that she was too far away, or was she falling asleep on the swing and having a dream
Meng Shuyu was in a daze when she heard Uncle Jian ask his son strangely: "Uncle Meng, didn't you say that you and Xiaoyu have been chatting every day recently? Why do you two kids act like they don't know each other when they meet?"
Meng Shuyu glanced at Jian Cheng.
It felt like he looked unnatural, and she probably had the same awkward expression at the moment.
The two of them were silent, and Meng Zhouping also joked: "Children today can chat lively through the screen, but they can't say a word in person."
"Who says it's not the case? You, Xiaoyu, are pretty good. Our Xiaocheng is really not good at socializing. I was surprised when you told me that these two kids talk well. We, Xiaocheng, usually focus on studying his textbooks. Or just do knife work."
Meng Shuyu listened to the lively atmosphere of the two parents, and stared at the person opposite for a long time, always feeling that something was strange.
For a while, she has been connecting the name Jian Cheng with the person she saw that day. From the beginning, she was thinking of another person. Now it seems that it is difficult to match a new person with the person she was chatting with recently. …
All the chats these days seemed to be unreal, and Meng Shuyu didn't know how to describe the complicated mood at this moment.
While she was in a daze, the two parents next to her didn't know where they were talking.
"Don't you like reading poetry, Xiaoyu? Let Xiaocheng take you to the study room upstairs to see if there is anything else you like. I'll pick out a few more books today."
Meng Shuyu quickly waved her hand: "No trouble, Uncle Jian."
"You kid, why are you so polite? What's the trouble?" Uncle Jian patted Jian Cheng on the shoulder.
Jian Cheng seemed to have some concerns. He glanced at her and stood up from the sofa hesitantly.
Meng Shuyu had no choice but to follow him and leave the living room.
Behind him, he slowly stepped on the steps of the stairs, each step a little stiff.
What should I say when we are alone in this strange atmosphere
After following Jian Cheng all the way into the study, everything became quiet. Meng Shuyu glanced at Jian Cheng, waiting for him to break the deadlock.
But he looked even more uncomfortable than she did, and he didn't even look at her.
Meng Shuyu tried hard to find something to say: "Brother Jian Cheng, I didn't write the comprehensive paper today. Did you say that the topic you found for me will be sent to me in the evening?"
"I… "
"Oh, I'm not rushing you. I'm not in a hurry. I still have homework to do for other classes, so you can do those first."
"How about you read here," Jian Cheng pointed to the bookshelf, "I'll make a call?"
"Okay, you're busy..." Seeing him go to the balcony with his mobile phone, Meng Shuyu turned to the bookshelf with relief.
It's obviously good to chat online, but why is it so awkward when we meet in person
Who will save her...
Meng Shuyu felt indescribably frustrated, so she casually pulled out the book from the shelf, flipping through it in her hand, but couldn't read it, so she put it back.
Turning his head, he suddenly noticed the transparent document bag on the desk next to him.
There was a thick pile of materials in the document bag, and a one-inch photo was posted in the upper right corner of the top document.
She tilted her head and glanced, but her head suddenly stopped looking up.
… Isn’t the person in this photo the same person she saw that day
She was not wrong, she was not dreaming...
Meng Shuyu was looking at the photos in trance when he suddenly saw Jian Cheng returning to the study from the balcony.
Her curiosity was so overwhelming that she didn't have time to worry about anything. She pointed at the photo and asked, "Brother Jian Cheng, who is the person in this photo?"
Jian Cheng seemed to be more relaxed this time when he came back: "He is my high school classmate. He has been living in my house recently, and this study room has been vacated for him."
"Oh..." Meng Shuyu suddenly realized. Afterwards, he realized that the question was abrupt and inappropriate, so he added an explanation, "I saw him on this balcony when I came last time. I thought it was you."
Jian Cheng pondered for a moment: "Is that why you asked me a math question?"
Meng Shuyu hesitated and immediately shook his head: "No, no, no, no, it's because I like that collection of poems..."
"That book of poems is not mine."
"ah?"
"It wasn't me who was chatting with you recently, it was him." Jian Cheng pointed to the photo and shook the phone in his palm, "I was calling him just now."
Meng Shuyu looked at the photo blankly, then slowly moved his eyes to the name column on the side, and saw his name -
Zhou Jun.
After listening to Jian Cheng's explanation, Meng Shuyu understood the whole story.
Everyone thought the poetry collection belonged to Jian Cheng. When her father went to ask for Jian Cheng's contact information, Uncle Jian didn't think much and directly gave his son's number.
Later, Uncle Jian explained the matter to Jian Cheng and asked him to answer her questions properly. Jian Cheng realized that this was a mistake and originally wanted to explain it to the adults, but Zhou Juan said no, he could just use his number.
Jian Cheng lent his number to Zhou Juan.
I just didn't expect that her problem couldn't be solved at once, and it would be inconvenient to always use Jian Cheng's account.
Moreover, Jian Cheng doesn't go online often, so he didn't see her message in time because he was busy with homework that night, so Zhou Juan couldn't reply to her in time.
That's why Zhou Juan later asked her to add his own account.
Today she and her father came over temporarily, and happened to meet Zhou Juan out for business. Jian Cheng didn't have time to communicate with Zhou Juan, and wasn't sure what he meant, so he didn't say much in front of the adults downstairs.
Meng Shuyu understood the cause and effect, but he just didn’t quite understand—
"Forget it from the beginning, it's been so many days, why doesn't he tell me clearly who he is..." Meng Shuyu's mouth tightened.
"Maybe I didn't say it at first, but then I didn't find the right time." Probably because she was unhappy, Jian Cheng's tone was a little comforting.
But Meng Shuyu was not comforted.
"Then if I hadn't come here today, you would have never told me..."
"No, that's not what he meant." Jian Cheng seemed a little confused about how to deal with this situation. "I'm not sure what he was thinking. How about I call him again and ask him to tell you?"
"No need." Meng Shuyu simply shook her head.
Since he borrowed someone else's name, it means he didn't want to get to know her. Why did he have to break the casserole and ask
She is not a child anymore.
Meng Shuyu turned around and wanted to go downstairs. As soon as she stepped forward, she heard Jian Cheng's cell phone ringing.
"He called." Jian Cheng glanced at the caller ID on the screen.
Meng Shuyu took half a step, neither advancing nor retreating, and stood still.
Jian Cheng answered the phone in front of her—
"Yes, yes."
"I said that."
"is a bit."
"Then I give her the phone?"
Meng Shuyu suddenly felt nervous for no reason. Seeing Jian Cheng hand over the phone, she subconsciously took a step back.
"Don't you want to pick it up?" Jian Cheng asked softly.
"I… "
"He called specifically to ask you."
"Okay..." Meng Shuyu coughed lightly, spread out his hand, took Jian Cheng's cell phone, and held it to his ear.
The receiver was so quiet that only the breathing on the other side was heard. Meng Shuyu calmed down and said "hello" softly.
A nice male voice sounded in my ears: "It's quite heartless. I've taught you homework for so many days and you don't even want to answer the phone?"
Meng Shuyu's calm mind began to waver again.
She obviously didn't see anyone, but this voice and this tone matched the person she had been chatting with these days, and matched her imagination of that person.
But Meng Shuyu still remembered that she was angry and asked firmly: "What do you want to say to me?"
"Brother Jian Cheng said you were unhappy?"
"Of course I'm not happy..."
"Then what should I do? I can't go back right now. Why don't you let Brother Jian Cheng take you out?"
Meng Shuyu touched her nose: "What are you doing out here?"
"Can I treat you to some ice cream?"
Meng Shuyu didn't know why she was so greedy, but the words "ice cream" tempted her out of the door.
And he went out like a thief.
When Jian Cheng told the two adults to take her out for ice cream, she felt so guilty that she beat her drums hard.
Thinking about it, going to eat ice cream with Jian Cheng is the same as going to eat ice cream with Jian Cheng's classmates.
But I just feel like this shouldn’t be told to adults.
Jian Cheng drove her to the city.
Along the way, Meng Shuyu repeated the names Jian Cheng and Zhou Jun in his mind, trying to distinguish the two names.
The car stopped across a busy dessert street. Meng Shuyu looked out the window on the driver's seat, still looking for who was on the other side of the road. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the passenger side window being moved down. He turned around and saw Someone came outside the window, wearing the same white shirt and casual trousers as that day, and bent down to look at her.
Meng Shuyu stared at the face so close and swallowed nervously.
"Get off the car." Zhou Juan said with a smile.
"Oh..." She unbuckled her seat belt and went to pull the car door. Before she could pull it, the door was already opened by someone outside.
I got out of the car and stepped on the curb. The sunlight above me was shining brightly, making me blind and dizzy.
Meng Shuyu raised her hand to cover her forehead and looked up at the man who was nearly a head taller than her.
When Zhou Juan closed the car door and the car drove away, she noticed something was wrong: "Brother Jian Cheng, aren't you coming with us?"
"What's the matter?" Zhou Juan looked at her sideways, "Didn't he just say he was going to school?"
Meng Shuyu didn't hear it at all...
"It's too hot and I didn't hear clearly. Then, go to the store quickly. It's so hot outside."
Zhou Juan led her across the road and held the folder above her head.
Meng Shuyu looked up, pursed her lips and smiled secretly.
It wasn't until he entered the dessert shop that Zhou Juan put down his hand.
The two sat down at the window seat, and soon a waiter brought a dessert list.
Zhou Juan didn't read it and handed the book directly to her: "Order what you want to eat."
Meng Shuyu opened the book, looked at it, and said to the waiter: "Then I want a milk ice cream."
"You don't want anything else?" Zhou Juan asked after seeing her closing the notebook.
"This bowl is huge. I might not be able to eat it by myself. Why don't you order it?"
"Give me a glass of iced Americano." Zhou Jun raised his head and said to the waiter.
The waiter confirmed the two people's orders and turned to leave.
The surroundings became quiet, and only the two of them stared at each other. Meng Shuyu felt that they had just officially met each other now, and they were a little reserved as if they were meeting netizens.
I thought it would be better to tell the "fake Jian Cheng" the topic I just talked about with the "real Jian Cheng" again. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhou Jun on the other side smile first: "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Zhou Juan. The twists and turns are timeless and meaningful.”
It seems like she doesn’t need to find a topic anymore.
Meng Shuyu looked at him and curled her lips: "I already know this."
Zhou Juan raised his eyebrows: "What else do you want to know?"
"Why are you lying?" Meng Shuyu blurted out, feeling a little pain in her face after asking. She had just told Jian Cheng that she didn't want to know.
"Because—" Zhou Juan pointed to the documents at hand thoughtfully, "I'm preparing to go abroad recently."
Meng Shuyu was stunned, recalling the pile of materials he saw in Jian's study: "Do you want to study abroad?"
Zhou Juan nodded.
"when?"
"Finish this summer vacation."
"Are you an exchange student at the university?"
Zhou Juan smiled: "I have graduated from undergraduate degree and am going to the United States to study for graduate school."
"...Aren't you Brother Jian Cheng's high school classmate?"
"Skip level."
"Then..." Meng Shuyu blinked, "How long will it take to go to graduate school?"
"Two years."
Meng Shuyu said "Oh" and nodded slowly.
After thinking for a while, he realized that when he mentioned this, he was answering why she was lying.
So is it because he is leaving here soon and doesn't want to have one more interpersonal relationship before leaving
"Can't I make friends when I go abroad?" Meng Shuyu frowned.
Zhou Juan smiled: "I think it's okay now."
"Why is it okay now?"
"Because—" Zhou Juan seemed to have a headache from the questions she asked one after another, and clicked his tongue lightly, "Sunk costs have already been incurred."
"What?" Meng Shuyu glanced at him, "Can you say something that high school students can understand?"
"It means that after spending so much time on you, I can't take advantage of others."
Meng Shuyu felt a little ashamed when Zhou Juan sounded like he was complaining about her being annoying in disguise.
But seeing the smile on his face when he said this, she felt that it was not a bad thing to say.
Half an hour later, Jian Cheng's car drove to the entrance of the dessert shop.
Zhou Juan seemed to have gone out in the middle of his work and wanted to continue working. Meng Shuyu had to go back with Jian Cheng first.
Seeing that Jian Cheng had no intention of getting out of the car and coming in to have something to eat, Meng Shuyu asked Zhou Juan: "Would you like to bring anything to brother Jian Cheng? He specially sent me there..."
"I'll thank him later, but it's okay to bring him an Americano."
Meng Shuyu asked the waiter for an American cup, packed it up and carried it in her hand. When she stood up, she glanced at Zhou Juan and the documents he needed to go abroad, feeling a little heavy in his heart.
"Are you leaving after this summer?" she asked tentatively.
"should be."
"Then..." Meng Shuyu blinked quickly, the words were already on his lips, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say.
"If you have time later, can I come out and help you with your homework?"
Meng Shuyu looked up at him, controlled the corners of her mouth not to move too much, nodded and said, "Okay."
In order not to make herself appear too fond of taking advantage, she added firmly: "I won't let you tutor in vain, I will definitely give you benefits!"
The words were spoken, but Meng Shuyu didn't know what benefit it could bring to Zhou Juan for the time being.
However, after taking a shower at around nine o'clock in the evening, she first received the set of function papers that Zhou Juan promised to find for her.
Meng Shuyu printed out the paper and wanted to read the questions but was a little overwhelmed. She felt that her mood was full of twists and turns today, like riding a roller coaster. She is still dizzy.
She sent a reply to Zhou Juan on her mobile phone: I printed it out, but I’m a little tired after going out today. Can I take a break for myself
j: Yes.
Meng Shuyu started gossiping with him: When did you finish your work today
j: Evening.
Xiao Yudian: Is that done
j: This batch of materials is almost done, and there will be some more to come.
Xiaoyudidian: Sounds very busy.
J: Not bad.
Xiao Yudian: What does ok mean
j: It means I can find time to be a tutor the day after tomorrow.
Meng Shuyu didn't expect this return date to come so quickly, and her heart was pounding while holding her phone.
Xiao Yudian: Then I will finish this paper in advance.
j: I’ll do it tomorrow and go to bed early.
Xiao Yudian: I’m not sleepy yet.
j: I took a closer look today.
Xiao Yudian: Huh
j: Are you not that tall
“…”
Xiao Yudian: I’m not short! I sit in the middle row of our class, in the back row! You are too tall!
As Meng Shuyu typed this line, she felt that her angry look was like being stepped on.
She was considered pretty good among girls of the same age, but when she saw Zhou Jun today, she really felt that he was like a green pine, so tall.
She was not old enough to wear high heels, so it was difficult for her to watch him talk.
After thinking about it, she might as well try harder at her age while still having the chance to grow a few centimeters.
He's not growing any longer anyway.
Every time she grows taller, she catches up a little more.
Xiao Yudian: ...I'm going to bed.
j: Well, sleep well. Anyway, I won’t grow any longer, so I can wait for you.
Meng Shuyu stared at this line of words, surprised that he thought of being together with her.
There was a strange itch in my heart.
Meng Shuyu thought about it for a while and finally sent out what he had wanted to say a few days ago: (*^▽^*) Good night, brother Jian Cheng.
j:
Meng Shuyu was stunned for a moment before she realized what she had done out of habit, and quickly made up for it: qwq Good night, brother Zhou Jun.
The author has something to say: A question mark, so sad