With less than a week left before the national competition, Yan Mu had almost no time for himself. The competition class had a heavy workload, and after returning home, he had to practice questions day and night, review the papers and wrong questions from previous years, expand his thinking and keep in shape. He almost used the competition questions as a pillow.
Jiang Zhihuo's life is not easy either. It is not easy for high school students. All he has to do every day is study and practice questions. The tactic of doing a lot of questions is always the most effective way to study.
The final exam and the competition will be scheduled at the same time, and the results of all the first-class schools in the city will be compared together.
"Classmates, let's follow the old rules." Ding Jianhui took out a form and passed it down from the first table. "Everyone, set a goal for yourself. How much improvement can you make in the final exam and the midterm exam? One or two points will do. Set it based on your own learning situation. Be realistic and don't write it randomly."
"Everyone fill in the form and submit it. I will give you a small reward if you complete your goals at the end of the semester."
The students in the front row filled in their scores and the forms were passed down the tables. Those who didn't get the forms chatted with Ding Jianhui while waiting.
"What has the teacher prepared this year!"
"Last semester it was comics, and the semester before that it was a snack package. What about this time?"
"Old Ding, please reveal it to me. Give me some motivation!"
"Don't guess, don't guess." Ding Jianhui drank a sip of wolfberry tea, covered the cup, and smiled mysteriously, "Stay tuned."
As they were talking, the form was passed to Jiang Zhihuo, and he glanced at the score filled in front of it.
The top students filled out their answers quite conservatively. Those who wrote three or five points all showed that they had room for improvement and that it was relatively easy to reach their goals. There was one person who filled in 10 points, which showed his or her confidence that he or she was far ahead of others. Everyone who received the form would praise this column when seeing it.
Jiang Zhihuo stared at the blank space behind his name, struggling for a long time and failing to write anything.
"Brother Huo." The form was stuck in Jiang Zhihuo's hand. Chang Luo saw that he had no intention of writing for a long time, so he stood up and leaned towards the front seat and asked, "Why don't you write? What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Zhihuo leaned back in his chair, lifted up one leg, and looked up: "I am a little confused. Do you think I should increase the score by 70 points or 100 points?"
Chang Luo: “?”
What the fuck
Chang Luo: "You are probably in Versailles?"
"No, my base is low, so there is a lot of room for improvement... Never mind." Jiang Zhihuo was too lazy to think about it, and casually wrote down a hundred, with two zeros connected together, looking very cool.
Seven o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Zhihuo ran down from the competition class upstairs before the evening study bell rang, sat back in his seat and started doing questions.
These past few days, he still bought meals and brought them to the classroom to find Yan Mu. Yan Xueshen was always serious and never touched his phone when doing exercises. But today, when Jiang Zhihuo went upstairs, he saw Yan Mu typing, and he didn't know whose message he was replying to.
Jiang Zhihuo walked into the classroom. Yan Mu didn't avoid him and put down his phone. The screen was unlocked and the chat interface was still on. Jiang Zhihuo didn't intend to peek, but the phone was just there. He glanced down and saw the words "Qin Nian" at the top of the dialog box.
Qin Nian.
Jiang Zhihuo always felt that this name was familiar.
It was not just because he had seen this person call Yan Mu, but also because he had seen him appear in other places.
I can’t remember it at the moment.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't ask, Yan Mu said he would tell him and would perfect the mind map as soon as he had time. Jiang Zhihuo just had to wait for Brother Yan to tell him.
Jiang Zhihuo felt uncomfortable while doing the questions that night.
Every time he raised his head, he could see several pairs of eyes staring at him.
"… …" Jiang Zhihuo couldn't stand it any longer. Being stared at for no reason was so uncomfortable. He asked, "What are you looking at? Is there anything wrong with me today?"
There is no teacher supervising during evening self-study, and the top students always maintain good discipline. The occasional communication is just to discuss the questions, or to chat for a few minutes when they are too tired. Everyone keeps their voices down and tries not to disturb other students.
"Of course not." Several class representatives gathered around Jiang Zhihuo and squatted beside his desk. "I just think that Brother Huo, you are really awesome today."
"Brother Huo, did you really get 100 points?" The math class representative's eyes lit up, "Can you do that?!"
"Haven't you seen it all?" Jiang Zhihuo chuckled, "Brother Huo, you dare to write it, so you must be confident!"
"Really?" The math representative put down his pen and came over. "If you can really get 530, then our average score will definitely be higher than Class 4! Oh my god, a 100-point improvement, what a terrifying statistic!!"
"Isn't that awesome?" Jiang Zhihuo lowered his voice, "If I ever become arrogant, I will definitely write 200 points! 730 is not difficult for me."
"Don't be angry, brother." The math class representative curled his lips, "Five hundred is not bad. According to the score line in previous years, you can get into a top university."
"Only one?" Jiang Zhihuo nonchalantly ticked an answer on the test paper, "My goal is to be the top scholar in the province, okay?"
The math class representative looked up, not knowing what he wanted to say. He hesitated, and finally shook his head, with a look of distrust on his face: "It's good to be confident! Brother Huo! Come on! I believe in you!"
Jiang Zhihuo smiled and nudged the math class representative: "Can you please adjust your expression before you speak?!"
It was just a casual chat, and soon several class representatives returned to their seats to continue doing their exercises.
When he returned home in the evening, Jiang Zhihuo talked about this matter with Yan Mu.
The two of them were writing papers on the coffee table, with their cell phones placed on the side, and were putting down the two issues of pick u101.
The initial stage was quite long, broadcast for two and a half episodes. After the class division and evaluation were completed, the trainees began to choose their dormitories, take the theme song assessment, and select the initial C.
The two of them treated the show as background music and focused their attention on the questions.
"Brother Yan." Jiang Zhihuo said as he wrote, "I was questioned today."
"What's wrong?" Yan Mu replied without stopping writing.
The two of them would occasionally chat for a few minutes, saying whatever they thought of. There wasn't much conversation, so it didn't require any extra thinking and didn't affect efficiency.
Jiang Zhihuo was writing a big question, and he said, "I said my goal is to be the top scholar in the province, but no one believed me."
Yan Mu pointed out the crux of the problem: "Your current score is too low."
"I'm trying to improve, okay?" Jiang Zhihuo said.
"Yeah, I saw it all."
Jiang Zhihuo raised his head, and Yan Mu just stopped writing, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
Jiang Zhihuo smiled.
The volume of the video on the side was not loud, and Yun Xiaoxu happened to appear on the screen at this moment.
After the initial stage assessment, Yun Xiaoxu was assigned to Class B. The theme song assessment had different assessment standards for different classes, and the training intensity was also different. After Yun Xiaoxu heard the instructor explain the standards for Class A, he raised his hand on the spot: "Instructor, I want to go to Class A."
The scene changes to Yun Xiaoxu preparing for an interview: "I think I can do it. After all, I'm already here, so I'd be remiss if I didn't give it a try."
The students in Class A were either already very popular or had a strong foundation. They learned the dance moves in a very short time and were very precise in their steps. Late at night, Yun Xiaoxu was the only one in the Class A practice room.
The picku program crew arranged the shots for the third episode properly. Most of the trainees had shots, and those with high popularity and screen time had their plots cut. Some other contestants' plots were interspersed in between, and the camera switched to the dormitory again.
A trainee from Class C was crying in the dormitory, and his roommates came to comfort him.
"Brother Yan, didn't you meet this person in the library?"
Jiang Zhihuo paused the screen and pointed it to Yan Mu.
When recording in the library, this trainee and Yun Xiaoxu were teammates. The three poor students got together and drew math cue cards. Their faces were about to collapse, and each one looked more miserable than the other.
"Yes, it's him." Yan Mu said.
The trainee had a weak dance foundation and could not keep up with the progress. He was confused after a day of class. He saw his classmates dancing better and better, but when it was his turn, he couldn't even stick to the beat and became anxious.
Yun Xiaoxu walked into the dormitory. He had just returned from the practice room and went to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out, the boy was still crying and kept saying, "I can't do it. I can't do it. It's too difficult."
An extremely blurry, magnified shot captured Yun Xiaoxu's lips curled up, and then the scene returned to the full view - Yun Xiaoxu bent his fingers and tapped the table: "Come out, I'll teach you."
Oh my god, Yun Xiaoxu can actually be so stupid?!
I feel like Yun Xiaoxu is a little angry! After a day of practice, I came back and found that my roommate was spreading negative energy. If it were me, I would be angry too.
Are you practicing in the corridor? Won't it disturb the neighbors?233333
Are all boys so fragile nowadays? Don't they know how to dance? Just do whatever you want. You've already participated in a talent show and you're still saying you can't do it
Yun Xiaoxu is teaching, he dances really well. I’m looking forward to what the theme song will be like later!
Yun Xiaoxu works too hard. Even students in Class A don’t work as hard as him. I want to vote for him this week!
The two of them danced like this until late at night. During the break, they sat on the stairs in the dimly lit corridor.
The boy asked Yun Xiaoxu: "Why are you working so hard? You already know how to do it, right? Do you still need to practice?"
Yun Xiaoxu tilted his head back and took a sip of water. Both of them in the picture were not wearing any makeup, and they looked a little dark. Yun Xiaoxu put on a hat to cover his face.
"I have a brother." Yun Xiaoxu said to him, "I don't know if he is my brother, but since he exists, I'll just call him that for now."
"My brother left after I took him home. I haven't seen him, but everyone knows him. When I go to school, everyone who sees me doesn't ask who I am, but asks, where is your brother? Where did your brother go? Why didn't your brother come today? When will your brother come back?"
Jiang Zhihuo was stunned, and the tip of his pen unconsciously drew a crooked slash on the test paper.
"My grades aren't that good, but my brother is a top student and has good relationships with people. When the test results come out, everyone starts to ask: Your brother scored X, why are you so low? Your brother can do it, so why can't you? Your brother is much better than you."
"I am just stubborn. I admit that I am not as good at studying as him, nor as sensible as him. But at least I am not completely useless, right? There must be something that I can compare to him in, right?"
Jiang Zhihuo was hesitant to pick up the pen, and a dot of ink appeared on the tip of the pen.
Yan Mu glanced at Jiang Zhihuo, stood up, poured him a glass of water, placed it on the table, and kissed him lightly on the ear.
"This question is wrong." Pointing at a big question, Yan Mu said, "You are not serious, Xiaozhou."
Jiang Zhihuo read the question and, as expected, made a low-level mistake. He calculated the data, but forgot to write a zero, which resulted in all the following errors.
"I was wrong, Brother Yan." Jiang Zhihuo crossed out the entire question and rewrote it.
After the two episodes were broadcast, Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu had finished their papers almost as well.
By the time Yan Mu finished washing up, Jiang Zhihuo had already climbed onto the bed, ready with the concealing spray.
Jiang Zhihuo found something wrong with himself and contacted the doctor the next day. After listening to his symptoms, the doctor told him that this was normal and the specific situation would be confirmed after the examination. He was asked to make an appointment first and remember to spray the alpha with concealing spray in the next few days.
A goodnight kiss before going to bed, turn off the lights and go to sleep.
Jiang Zhihuo woke up once in the second half of the night. He woke up naturally in the middle of his sleep and then went back to sleep.
But he heard a rustling noise coming from beside him.
Yan Mu carefully lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked out of the room, opened the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and then closed it again.
Yan Mu was out for five or six minutes before coming back, during which time Jiang Zhihuo hadn't fallen asleep.
Yan Mu had been thinking about what to say. In fact, Jiang Zhihuo could guess some clues.
—February 4th, Qin Shi’s death anniversary, was written on the mind map. Before Du Zhe left, Yan Mu reminded him not to contact Yan Buwei during this period.
Therefore, this matter must be related to Yan Buwei and Qin Shi.
And just now, Jiang Zhihuo finally remembered where he had seen the name "Qin Nian".
—It was a news report that I came across accidentally one time.
A financial fraudster, also called Qin Nian.
Qin Nian was detained awaiting trial on suspicion of financial fraud, but after investigation, Qin Nian was cleared of suspicion of fraud and has now been released.
Jiang Zhihuo was not sure whether Qin Nian in the report was involved in the whole incident.
But it is undeniable that even to explain this matter clearly, one needs to draw a mind map, which means that this matter is either a big deal or something Yan Mu is unwilling to mention.
One hand clasped Jiang Zhihuo's waist.
Yan Mu took a call on the balcony for five or six minutes and blew in the breeze for five or six minutes. His body was cold and he lay there with Jiang Zhihuo in his arms.
Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes.
This year's national competition was held in H City, and Yan Mu set off for the examination venue early as usual.
Before leaving, Yan Mu called Jiang Zhihuo to an empty classroom. They kissed in front of the blackboard and lingered for a while. His fingertips inserted into the hair and pressed forward, and his lips were warm.
Later, Yan Mu kissed Jiang Zhihuo on the earlobe and then on his shoulder.
When he raised his face again, Jiang Zhihuo's eyes were red.
"Brother Yan, stop teasing me."
Jiang Zhihuo suppressed the reaction in his body, took out the concealing spray and sprayed it on Yan Mu, and his breathing did not calm down for a long time.
"Are you really okay?" Yan Mu gently stroked Jiang Zhihuo's gland, which seemed to be heating up.
"It's okay." Jiang Zhihuo turned his head away, feeling a little itchy. "Didn't I contact the doctor and ask in front of you?"
In fact, after listening to Jiang Zhihuo's description of his symptoms that day, the doctor let out a very strange laugh, but since the doctor would talk in detail after the examination, Jiang Zhihuo was too lazy to think about the meaning of the laugh.
Gradually, footsteps and voices were heard outside the door.
"Hey, can you do today's question?"
"No, it's too difficult. Can I go back and ask the God of Learning?"
"You forgot, the God of Learning is leaving, and we can't find him now!"
Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu skipped the break and hid in an empty classroom.
There were more and more footsteps outside the door. The students who had finished running exercises couldn't wait to return to class. Inside the door, Yan Mu hugged Jiang Zhihuo from behind and put his hands through his waist.
Yan Mu always likes to hug Jiang Zhihuo in this position, so that she can see his neck and shoulders. Every part is hot, and when he gets close to her, Jiang Zhihuo will unconsciously straighten his back, which is a very cute reaction.
They are very close, and Brother Yan is like a little sweetheart when he is clingy.
"Xiao Zhou." He suddenly said, "Do you know how important you are?"
These words of love came so suddenly that Jiang Zhihuo's ears suddenly felt hot.
"Hmm?" Jiang Zhihuo played with Yan Mu's fingers to distract him, stroking his knuckles one by one, then pinching his fingertips, pretending to be calm, "How important is it?"
Yan Mu was silent.
When Jiang Zhihuo thought it was just a love talk and there would be no follow-up, Yan Mu spoke again and said, "You saved me."
The voice was deep, yet extremely light and soft in the ear.
Jiang Zhihuo turned around: "Is it true? When?"
This time Yan Mu really stopped talking. She lowered her head, leaned it on his shoulder, and shook her head.
They couldn't stay for too long. After a while, the teacher in charge of the competition notified Yan Mu via WeChat to prepare to set off.
Jiang Zhihuo sent Yan Mu to the school gate.
Before getting in the car, Jiang Zhihuo gave Yan Mu a hug: "Come on, Brother Yan, I'll wait for you to come back."
After Yan Mu got in the car, Jiang Zhihuo stood outside the window and waved at him.
The vehicle started and went farther and farther.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Yan Mu received two messages at the same time.
One is Jiang Zhihuo.
—Remember to let me know when you arrive!
Yan Mu replied “OK”.
Then he clicked on another one.
It’s Qin Nian.
He sent out a bunch of foxtail lilies.
—I remember your mother’s favorite plant is foxtail lily, right
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