As soon as school was over, Yan Mu walked out of the classroom.
"Brother Yan." Xie Qiu called him and asked, "What are you going to eat for dinner?"
At the same time, the phone vibrated, and Jiang Zhihuo's messages kept popping up.
Yan Mu lowered his eyes.
Jiang Zhihuo: Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
Jiang Zhihuo: Waiting for you at Zhuangyuan!
Jiang Zhihuo: I’ll give you five minutes. If you don’t come out, I’ll rush up!
Yan Mu turned off the screen and didn't reply. He said to Xie Qiu, "Just eat something. What can I bring for you?"
“No, no.” Xie Qiu didn’t dare to let Brother Yan take him, because every time he did, a group of girls would kill him with their eyes. “I can just go to the cafeteria!”
There is a food street outside the gate of No. 1 Middle School. Every time it is mealtime, a long line of small stalls will be set up. The long street is bustling with students looking for food. There are always a few shops named "Zhuangyuan" or various famous schools in front of each high school. The "Zhuangyuan" mentioned by Jiang Zhihuo is a milk tea shop with a good location, in the middle of the street, with an alley between the buildings.
Yan Mu walked to the door of "Zhuangyuan" and didn't see anyone. He opened WeChat and was about to ask, but was pulled into an alley by a hand.
The rich aroma of wine wafted from the alley. Jiang Zhihuo hugged Yan Mu's waist from behind, leaning on his neck with his back tense.
After taking several puffs of pheromones, Jiang Zhihuo finally recovered. He asked angrily, "Why are you so slow?"
Yan Mu slowly released pheromones, waited for him to feel better, and said, "I can't fly." Then he paused, lowered his head, frowned and asked, "What did you do?"
"Ah?" Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and sniffed his sleeve, smelling a scent of cigarettes and alcohol.
Jiang Zhihuo said indifferently: "Smoking and drinking. Our school bully likes to gather a group of bad boys and squat on the roadside to show off."
"..." Yan Mu really didn't know what to say. He just wanted to end it quickly, so he grabbed the back of Jiang Zhihuo's head and kissed him.
The summer evening was still sultry. Two boys were kissing hiding in a narrow alley. Two completely different pheromones were intertwined, and people were coming and going at the entrance of the alley.
After kissing so many times, both of them have become accustomed to it and quickly got into the mood. They no longer need a timer to judge the approximate time.
Three minutes later, the two separated.
The street lights were on, with a warm orange light, a little dim, falling from overhead.
Yan Mu stood under the light, his knife-like facial features were portrayed with a hint of indifference, and a faint shadow was cast between the light and darkness.
Yan Mu asked calmly: "When will you be back?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I'll contact you again in three hours." Jiang Zhihuo was surprised that Yan Mu actually initiated the topic. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"Yes." Yan Mu sneered, "Make up lessons."
"..." Jiang Zhihuo was speechless, "Are you serious?"
When asking this question, Jiang Zhihuo still thought that this person was just looking for trouble because he was bored. No one knew where Jiang Zhihuo went after skipping class. Three hours later, he came to Yan Mu and asked for a kiss. After that, he deliberately went back a little late, thinking that he had to go to class the next day, and Yan Mu should be asleep at this time.
As a result, when he tiptoed to open the door, the light inside was still on. Yan Mu was still writing the questions? !
Seeing Jiang Zhihuo coming back, Yan Mu's expression did not change. Instead, he threw the test paper in front of Jiang Zhihuo and said coldly, "Do the test."
Jiang Zhihuo: “… … …”
Jiang Zhihuo glanced at the test paper and his eyes went dark.
The test paper did not have difficult questions. Jiang Zhihuo moved a stool and sat next to Yan Mu. He spread out the paper and stared at the words on it.
I can recognize every word and answer every question. It’s so damn easy that I can get them all right with my eyes closed.
Jiang Zhihuo hesitated to write. After a while, he poked Yan Mu's arm with the pen cap: "Just... let me ask you, how many points do you think I can get on this test paper?"
Yan Mu raised his eyes, his pupils were dark.
Jiang Zhihuo felt a little guilty when he looked at her, and asked again: "Don't you have any psychological expectations when you tutor others? For example, how bad am I? I'm afraid you will be scared."
"Whatever." Yan Mu turned his head and continued working on the paper in his hand.
The implication is that no matter how bad a student is, he or she can be taught.
Okay, okay, the god of study has confidence.
Jiang Zhihuo started writing randomly according to the usual exam routine.
He first found the easy ones to fill in, and chose C for all the multiple-choice questions. He answered the first fill-in-the-blank question, and guessed 0 or 1 for the remaining three. Then came the big questions. Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and wrote a few elegant "solutions". The whole process took less than ten minutes. Finally, he put the pen on the table, slapped it down with a "pop", and said with his head held high: "I'm done!"
Full of momentum and confidence.
Yan Mu spread out the test paper, glanced at the words on it, frowned, and didn't speak for a long time.
"How is it?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
Yan Mu put down the test paper, his eyes were indescribable: "Jiang Zhihuo, are you mentally retarded?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo found the right opportunity, slammed the table, and pretended to be angry: "If you don't want to make up, forget it, there's no need to attack me personally. It's not the first day you met me, this is my level!"
He was just about to use this as an excuse to get away, looking angry on the outside but feeling happy on the inside, but Yan Mu grabbed him by the collar and said, "Come here."
Start talking directly.
Yan Mu's solution was clear and concise. He explained it simply but comprehensively. Every sentence was clear and concise without any nonsense. Even a mentally retarded person could understand it. After explaining a problem, Yan Mu politely asked, "Did I explain it clearly?"
"Huh?" There was nothing he didn't know on this test paper. It was not certain that he would make many mistakes if he were asked to do the competition paper. Jiang Zhihuo's mind was full of thoughts on how to act naturally and appropriately, a poor student but not mentally retarded. He didn't hear a word Yan Mu said.
In Yan Mu's opinion, this expression was that of a top student with empty eyes and a blank mind, like a mentally retarded person. He asked again: "Have I explained it clearly?"
Hearing the question, Jiang Zhihuo was startled. He didn't know the right way to go, so he should ask the person involved: "Let me ask... That is, how do you think I should understand?"
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo: "Ah, no, what I mean is, what do you think I don't understand with my grades?"
Yan Mu: “…”
It is easy to write on the test paper casually, as long as there are words on it. It is also easy to be called to the office. No matter what is asked, just answer "I know that's the case". It is also not difficult to act as a poor student. Just sleep, skip classes, play games, and do whatever you want.
But when it comes to real face-to-face tutoring, Jiang Zhihuo gets goose bumps all over. This is like acting like a retard in front of people. He has to listen to questions that he can do with his feet over and over again, but he can't act it out and he doesn't know how to act.
In the third year of junior high school, it was Zong Bei. He was asked about every question and what kind of thinking he used to solve the problem. Jiang Zhihuo made up a story. Once he was asked to the point of being desperate, he just blurted out: "I don't have any thinking, but I know a lot of girls named Thinking, who have all kinds of thinking. I'll introduce them to you. Can you let me go?"
Of course, it was impossible for Zong Bei to give up his friend for the girl. One played the role of a mentally retarded person and the other taught the mentally retarded person. At that time, both of them were on the verge of collapse every day.
The same is true now!
Why tie yourself up in knots!
It is better to tell the truth directly than to use the excuse of tutoring!
If they are really guilty, please use legal sanctions instead of punishing them by giving them extra lessons!
Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes and pointed blindly: "This, the first question, I don't understand."
Yan Mu: “…”
This question is the simplest in the entire test paper and anyone who has never been to high school can answer it.
Yan Mu stood up, and Jiang Zhihuo thought, is the academic genius giving up so quickly
Three seconds later, Yan Mu took out a freshman math textbook from a cabinet and threw it in front of Jiang Zhihuo: "Look."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo never thought that one day he would live with his love rival, sleep in the same bed with his love rival, kiss his love rival, have his love rival give him extra lessons, and even be forced by his love rival to read his high school textbook for an entire night!
The next day, Chang Luo saw Jiang Zhihuo with dark circles under his eyes and asked in surprise, "Brother Huo, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Zhihuo was exhausted. He covered his face and sighed deeply: "Someone... is using knowledge to murder me."
Jiang Zhihuo slept too late last night and slept for two classes in a row. He opened his eyes when the bell rang. His body felt hot and pheromones leaked out. Jiang Zhihuo covered the back of his neck and rushed out the back door in a hurry.
After the second class, there was a long break and we had to gather for morning exercises. The boys had already gone downstairs, but the girls were slow. It took a while after the assembly music started to play before they tidied up their desks and prepared to leave the classroom hand in hand with their friends.
When passing by Jiang Zhihuo's seat, one of the girls stopped.
"An Miao, what's wrong?" another girl asked.
Tang Anmiao carefully identified it for a while and asked, "Is anyone in our class drinking? There is a smell of alcohol."
The other girl smelled nothing and asked in confusion, "No smell?"
"Really?" Tang Anmiao's expression was slightly confused. No one else could smell it, so it could only be pheromones. She used a smile to hide her emotions, "Maybe I smelled it wrong."
For several days in a row, Jiang Zhihuo came home very late, and later and later. In the end, he stayed outside until he developed fever symptoms and only went back when he could no longer bear it.
He is more afraid of one-on-one tutoring than having a fever.
He can pretend to be a poor student, but he really can’t pretend to be mentally retarded!
However, Jiang Zhihuo still underestimated the academic god.
The academic genius really doesn't need sleep.
No matter how late he came back, every time he opened the door, the lights in the room would be on, and there would always be a stack of high school textbooks and test papers in front of him.
Jiang Zhihuo wanted to play blind and ignore the two stacks of things. He took his change of clothes and was about to take a shower, but when he turned around, Yan Mu grabbed his arm.
He only said two words: "Study."
After staying in the air-conditioned room for a long time, Yan Mu's palms were very cold, which made Jiang Zhihuo's heart cold. He shook his hand away: "I don't want to learn! I can't do it! I don't know how to do it! I can't do any of the questions! I can't even do the ones in junior high school!"
Yan Mu still looked at him with that indifferent gaze, and then took out a first-grade textbook.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo collapsed: "Brother, please let me go, okay! Brother!!"
Yan Mu raised his eyes and asked, "What about me?"
Jiang Zhihuo gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you, I will improve by 10 points in the midterm exam? 20 points? 30 points! Any more will be fake!"
Yan Mu asked: "How to improve?"
Jiang Zhihuo made up a common excuse: "With my score being so low, there is a lot of room for improvement. I can cheat! We poor students are the best at cheating!!"
Yan Mu pointed out: "You don't know how, what should you do?"
Jiang Zhihuo almost wanted to shut himself up: "I can type 30 pages!"
Yan Mu: "How do you translate it?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "I can make a catalogue!"
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo felt weak from being stared at by Yan Mu, so he simply threw his clothes aside and said angrily: "What on earth do you want to do! Are you trying to pick a fight with me? How about this, I share with you some of the information I recently got about Yu Yun? You just let me sleep well tonight? Look at the dark circles under my eyes, I will become a different species if I stay up any longer! Bad students need sleep, bad students really need it!"
Yan Mu remained unmoved. After listening to his long string of words, he still said three very bland words: "Do the questions."
Jiang Zhihuo dragged his nearly collapsed body to school.
I had slept enough in class, so I leaned against the door of the classroom to enjoy the cool air during the break. Zong Bei also finished class, and when he saw Jiang Zhihuo, he asked, "How are your tutoring classes going recently?"
Jiang Zhihuo shook his head, pointed at the dark circles under his eyes, and said miserably, "It's horrible, inhumane, and inhumane."
Yan Mu was not as easy to fool as Zong Bei. This man had heavy eyes, and when he stared at someone, it seemed as if he could see through everything. Every time he said "no", he always felt like he was being scrutinized by this man, as if every cell in his body was being scraped hard.
Jiang Zhihuo was exhausted both physically and mentally. It was too difficult, really too difficult.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Hey."
Zongbei patted his shoulder and said, "Huo, keep going! I've seen your hard work, and I'll definitely reward you in the midterm exam!"
"Haha." Jiang Zhihuo gave a pale, weak smile.
Studying is indeed not that fun, Zong Bei understands that. For more than two years, no matter how hard he tried, he could only rank around 100 in this school full of abnormal people.
Just as he was about to say a few more words of comfort, the door of Class 2 was pushed open and Bai Yuyun walked out of the classroom. Then, Zong Bei saw that Jiang Zhihuo, who was pale and exhausted a moment ago, was instantly radiant and energetic. He took a step in front of Bai Yuyun and took out a box from somewhere: "Yuyun!"
Munebe: “…”
"Hmm?" Bai Yujun took the box and asked, "What did you buy?"
"A bracelet." Jiang Zhihuo didn't beat around the bush. "The one you like."
These days, Jiang Zhihuo has been inquiring about Bai Yuyun's news, asking around, not keeping a low profile at all, he almost has the slogan "I'm chasing after the school beauty, you guys stay away from me" hanging over his head.
"Thank you." Bai Yujun smiled slightly.
It was clearly summer, but Bai Yuyun was still wearing her long-sleeved school uniform, with one section of her slender fingers sticking out from the cuffs.
Jiang Zhihuo asked: "Are you hot wearing such thick clothes?"
"Not bad." Bai Yuyun said.
"That's right." Jiang Zhihuo smiled, "Fairies don't sweat."
Bai Yuyun asked with a smile: "I heard that you have been asking about me recently."
"Yes." Jiang Zhihuo said bluntly, "I'm pursuing you."
"Is the pursuit of the school bully so overbearing?" Bai Yuyun smiled and said tactfully, "Actually, you don't have to ask."
"Really?" Jiang Zhihuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the tightly covered cuffs, pretending not to understand, "Then I'll ask you directly, and you tell me, okay?"
Bai Yujun was amused by Jiang Zhihuo's straightforwardness: "You can try it."
Xie Qiu just went to the toilet, and when he came back he saw Jiang Zhihuo chatting happily with Bai Yuyun at the door of Class 2.
The teacher of Class 4 asked for leave for the last class of the day and changed it to self-study. Xie Qiu thought about it for a whole day and finally sat in front of Yan Mu before school was over. He was worried about Yan Mu. Brother Yan had a cold personality and was not as proactive as Jiang Zhihuo in pursuing girls.
Xie Qiu asked: "Brother Yan, Brother Huo has been pursuing us very aggressively recently, why don't you take action?"
Yan Mu calmly finished the question in his hand, as if he didn't care much, and said, "No need."
"No need?" Xie Qiu was puzzled. Brother Yan hadn't done anything these days? He heard Jiang Zhihuo trying to find out the news, and asked again, "Brother Yan, why not?"
Just as he finished speaking, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and a group of people who were anxious to eat jumped out. Yan Mu slowly wrote the last stroke on the test paper and put the pen cap on.
In the crowded corridor, someone knocked on the window of Class 4. Xie Qiu looked up and saw that it was Bai Yujun. Bai Yujun nodded to Xie Qiu and said to Yan Mu, "Would you like to go buy some books together?"
Xie Qiu: “!!!!”
Xie Qiu: As expected of Brother Yan? ! Really not necessary!!
The competition is coming.
Recently, Yan Mu has been preparing for a competition in the neighboring city, and Bai Yuyun is also preparing for another one.
Although the two competitions are different, the things they test are the same. Not many people participate in this kind of competition. Bai Yuyun goes to buy teaching materials with Yan Mu every time.
The bookstores near No. 1 Middle School mostly sell teaching materials, and rarely anything related to competitions, so I had to go to the book city in the city center.
Yan Mu's driver had been waiting at the school gate early in the morning. When he saw that his young master actually let a girl get in the car, he was curious and looked at the rearview mirror a few more times.
The girl is indeed beautiful, especially her temperament, gentle and peaceful.
Although he was curious, the driver didn't ask much about Young Master Yan's affairs.
The car drove into the driveway and stopped in front of the Book City twenty-five minutes later.
The bookstore has a special area for self-study. After selecting the materials, the two of them go there together.
Bai Yuyun sat opposite Yan Mu.
The girl's hair hung down, and then was gently lifted up by her. The light fell on the brand new desk. The red ribbon tied to the air-conditioning vent fluttered left and right. The study room was exceptionally quiet.
The moment he raised his eyes, Yan Mu was a little dazed.
Bai Yuyun's gentle and quiet temperament always makes him recall the scenes in his memory, regardless of appearance and gender.
He was writing on the test paper, casting a shadow on the desk, and the tip of his pen wrote fluent and strong words.
The boy sat next to him, writing every stroke carefully.
The only sound I could hear was the tip of the pen scraping across the paper.
It was winter, the cherry blossoms had fallen, and the window was covered with snow. The boy with snow-white skin was wearing a light-colored down jacket, with soft fur floating and sticking to his fair and slender neck.
He was quiet and well-behaved, sitting on the ground in the sunlight that streamed in through the windowsill.
There was a table in front of them, on which was placed a ceramic vase. The mouth of the vase was a little crooked. They had made it together. A nameless flower was blooming with white petals in the vase.
"Cloud Boat."
"Hmm?" The boy opposite raised his eyes.
These eyes are very beautiful, with clear eyes reflecting the snow and sunshine outside the window.
"What's wrong?" It was too cold, but he didn't want to turn on the heater. He said the room was stuffy and he would rather wrap himself up tightly. As he spoke, a thin layer of mist came out from his lips.
Yan Mu shook his head and said, "Nothing."
The boy gave a peaceful smile and leaned towards him like a well-behaved, furry little animal.
As if sensing the gaze from the opposite side, Bai Yujun also raised her eyes, her eyelashes slightly curved: "What's wrong?"
Yan Mu came back to her senses with a look of disappointment. There was no falling snow, no pottery vase, and no quiet and proud boy in front of her.
There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted himself and said, as if nothing had happened, "Nothing."