In mid-November, the daylight was getting later and later. When Wen Ai woke up from his sleep, it was still pitch black outside the window, he finished packing in an orderly manner, put on his schoolbag, and was about to go downstairs for breakfast.
When passing by the guest room, there was a sound of snoring inside, Wen Ai just remembered that Jiang Cheng came to the house for dinner last night and stayed for one night by the way, the two of them have a good relationship, this kind of thing often happens.
Wen Ai went in to call him, and as soon as the door opened, the continuous snoring became much louder.
Wen Ai walked to the bed and pushed him: "Get up."
Jiang Cheng snored and slept soundly.
Wen Ai tugged at his quilt: "Get up, today is not the weekend."
Jiang Cheng snatched back the quilt with his eyes closed, covered his head, turned over and continued to sleep.
Wen Ai turned on all the lights in the room, turned on the music app, pulled the volume bar to the maximum, and played the song "Horse Pole" by Jiang Cheng's ear.
Jiang Cheng woke up under the mighty majesty of the man on the horse.
When Jiang Cheng came down from upstairs after washing, all three members of the Zhao family were at the dining table, and Wen Ai was holding the porcelain bowl, drinking the last two mouthfuls of porridge.
Zhao's mother pulled away the chair beside her and greeted him: "Chengcheng, come and sit down, you two go to school together after eating."
Jiang Cheng grinned: "No, I'll just take a few buns and eat on the way."
Zhao's mother saw that Wen Ai's bowl had bottomed out, so she followed Jiang Cheng's wishes and asked the servant to bring over a clean food bag, and filled him with two drawers of steamed buns.
Father Zhao took a sip of tea and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "Chengcheng, your aunt and I will go abroad for a while in a few days. My family, Shu Yan, please take care of me."
Jiang Cheng puffed up his chest and promised: "No problem, I have been covering him all the time! Hey, why don't you move to live with me for a while?"
When Wen Ai heard this, he quickly shook his head: "I'll just stay at my own home."
Otherwise, when you and your irritable friends have a carnival party, my ears will be blown away.
There are two consecutive math classes in the morning. This is a severe test of concentration. After all, you may bend down to pick up a pen, and you won’t be able to understand it when you get up again.
Wen Ai never picked up his pen in math class, and listened very carefully.
Jiang Cheng in the front seat was different. He was either catching up on sleep or distracted in class. Today was strange, with his head buried in his mobile phone, he didn't look up for half the class, and a few dirty words came out of his mouth from time to time.
The math teacher walked up to him and looked with his head: "Want to snatch Ma Yun's father's red envelope? Are you grabbing it?"
Jiang Cheng didn't raise his head, and waved his hands like chasing flies: "Don't bother me! I didn't grab any of them, and I'm on fire!"
Amidst the barbell-like laughter of the whole class, the math teacher's face stretched so long.
Jiang Cheng spent the rest of the class standing next to the trash can in the corner of the classroom.
The math teacher walked out of the classroom with the lesson plan in his arms, and Jiang Cheng returned to his seat. Before sitting down, he kicked the chair angrily.
Wen Ai thought it was funny when he thought of what happened in class, and asked curiously, "What did you just do? What kind of red envelope did you grab?"
Jiang Cheng took out a silver-white mobile phone, on the screen was the thriving Tmall Carnival City: "Just this one, play games, and grab double eleven red envelopes."
Wen Ai leaned over to take a look, pointed to the large shiny rhinestones on the fuselage, and asked, "Do you have this hobby?"
Jiang Cheng took the phone back in embarrassment: "This is my girlfriend's, and I robbed the red envelope for her."
Wen Ai thought of the classmate next door that Jiang Cheng pointed out to him last week, she was tall and beautiful, she didn't expect to be chased by Jiang Cheng so soon.
Wen Ai looked sideways, Xu Changzhou sat on the seat unmoved and drawing, his brows and eyes were as indifferent as ever. Wen Ai wondered, people will actively fight for what they like, just like Jiang Cheng. And how did Xu Changzhou manage to have a crush on him for three years without showing any signs of it
Wen Ai turned around and continued chatting with Jiang Cheng: "I just saw that the highest amount of red envelopes is only around 1,000 yuan. Are you and your girlfriend short of money?"
Jiang Cheng lowered his head and kept poking his fingers on the screen: "I also think this activity is boring, but the little girl said that what you want to grab is a kind of pleasure for nothing. She wants pleasure, and I, as a boyfriend There is no shirking the responsibility!"
Wen Ai smelled the meat in his words, and said speechlessly: "Then I really should award you a pennant of 'Top Ten Boyfriends'."
Jiang Cheng grinned proudly: "That's right, when dealing with a little lover, taking the initiative is the first and pampering is the second. When you fall in love in the future, if you don't understand anything, just ask brother!"
Wen Ai: "Then I thank you in advance."
Jiang Cheng spoke with such air that everyone around could hear him. Xu Changzhou was facing the drawing book, and the pen in his hand stopped at some point, and the sentence was circling in his mind——
"When dealing with a little lover, initiative is the first, pampering is the second."
The two days following Double Eleven are midterm exams. On Singles' Day, Jiang Cheng skipped evening self-study and took his girlfriend to the street to abuse dogs. He didn't worry at all about being surrounded and beaten, let alone the exam tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
Wen Ai obediently stayed in the classroom, carefully reviewing the subjects for tomorrow's exam. Tomorrow morning I will take Chinese and Politics, and in the afternoon I will take Biology and Mathematics. The first three subjects are all good, but mathematics...
There is a reason why he never picks up a pen in math class. He is really the kind of math scumbag who can no longer understand when he is born, and he is not exaggerating at all.
Wen Ai bit the pen and flipped through the wrong question book. Some of the questions didn't have any ideas at all. Let's find out the answers and read them. When you reach the key steps, you won't be able to understand them!
He scratched his head and grabbed his hands for a while, wrestled with these pages for a long time, but still found nothing, and suddenly became a little emotional. I kicked my legs irritably, and my toes hit something hard. With a bang, the empty chair in front of me fell down.
The sights cast from all directions in the classroom overwhelmed Wen Ai.
In embarrassment, a slender and strong hand lifted the chair up and sat down facing him.
Wen Ai looked up and saw Xu Changzhou's handsome face.
Wen Ai scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing sitting here, start driving."
I'm anxious today, I don't have time to bully you.
Xu Changzhou directly dragged over his wrong question book, and pointed to the few questions that he had crossed and crossed: "I can do it."
Wen Ai became angry, and threw the pen on the table: "What do you mean? Showing off your superiority to me?"
Xu Changzhou picked up the pen calmly, put the draft paper in the middle of the table, and looked at him fixedly: "I'll teach you."
Although Xu Changzhou always paints picture books and engages in art in class, his cultural achievements are still excellent. It is said that he was the first in the city during the senior high school entrance examination.
As for the male protagonist, no matter how Su came, no setting is too much.
[Male protagonist] Xu Changzhou activates the halo of the master.
[Male protagonist] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Wonderful Solution] on [Player] Wen Ai, and [Player] Wen Ai triggered a passive state [Suddenly Enlightened].
[Male protagonist] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Mind Expansion] on [Player] Wen Ai, and [Player] Wen Ai triggered a passive state [Mao Sai suddenly opened].
[Male protagonist] Xu Changzhou activated the skill [Touching the Head] on [Player] Wen Ai, [Player] Wen Ai successfully dodged and threw an eraser at the opponent.
Xu Changzhou held the eraser firmly, and said calmly, "There is something in your hair."
Wen Ai patted the letter on his head in doubt, and a small piece of paper whirled and slowly fell to the ground, probably from scratching his head and ears when he couldn't solve the problem just now.
"If you have something to say, just say it. When you reach out your hand suddenly, I thought..." Wen Ai paused, and then changed the subject awkwardly: "Then what, your speech is not bad, thank you."
Xu Changzhou went back to his seat and took a book. Wen Ai took it and looked at it. It was Xu Changzhou's exercise book. Some pages were folded and opened along the folded corners. There were five-pointed stars in front of some topics.
This is... the key point of Xueba's painting!
Wen Ai was so happy that he groaned in his heart, pulled off the draft paper, and plunged into the ocean of knowledge. Xu Changzhou slightly hooked the corners of his lips, bowed his head and began to review.
The two sat head to head for the whole evening self-study, sharing a table did not feel crowded.
After the evening self-study, Wen Ai returned the exercise book to Xu Changzhou eagerly, with eyes showing reluctance.
Xu Changzhou didn't reach out to pick it up: "Take it back and read."
Wen Ai was overjoyed. Some of Xu Changzhou's problem-solving ideas were very unique. If he could take it home and study it for one night, it would be of great help to tomorrow's exam. Anyway, I even did such a "friendly" thing as a lecture today, and it's not bad to borrow an extra book.
Wen Ai hugged the exercise book into her arms like a gentleman, and raised her eyebrows: "I will return it to you after the exam tomorrow!"
A smile flashed across Xu Changzhou's eyes: "Don't look too late."
Wen Ai didn't see it very late, he just watched it all night.
This was not his intention, mainly because when he came out of the world of mathematics, the wall clock in the room told him that it was half past two. If he went to bed at this time, it would be very painful to wake up tomorrow morning, so he simply made a cup of coffee and reviewed at the desk until dawn.
The system doesn't understand his hard work: "You're just a passer-by. You can pat your ass and leave when the plot reaches the finale. It doesn't make any sense to learn so well."
Wen Ai took the photo frame on the table, and stroked the edge with his fingers a few times. This is a photo of him and Zhao's father and Zhao's mother on the beach last year. The three of them hugged each other with bright smiles.
"You don't understand. I don't have any memories when I came here, but now, all my memories come from this world. I even feel that I am a native of this place, and I can't face life with the mentality of a passer-by at all."
The system focuses on the key points: "No matter what your mentality is, you will always leave in the end."
Wen Ai glanced over the exercise book on the table, the name of Xu Changzhou was written on the bottom of the title page, in neat and crisp font. He stared at it for a while before replying with a low "yes", closed the cover, and put the book into his schoolbag.