Because he was going to tutor Qin Weihang for advanced math, An Ning gave up self-study after class in the afternoon, went to the cafeteria to have dinner and went straight back to the bedroom, but when the door opened, there was no one in the bedroom.
Thinking that Qin Weihang had run away again, he walked to the desk in frustration and put down his things, but when he turned around, he saw Qin Weihang's mountaineering bag and backpack were on the table, and his mobile phone was also on the table, charging.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed, it turned out that he didn't run...
At seven o'clock, An Ning heard the sound of holding the key and preparing to open the door, so he helped to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, Qin Xiaocao stood tall and handsome, with the key in his hand, and was a little stunned. Looking at him, he whispered "thank you" after a long while.
What a thank you for opening the door! An Ning let Qin Weihang come in with a smile, and closed the door behind him. With a "bang", Qin Weihang felt a cold wind swept across the back of his head. He looked back and saw An Ning said to him with a smile: "Go downstairs to eat." Qin Weihang didn't bring anything on his body, so he only took the key and meal card, and at first glance, he went to eat, and did not forget their agreement.
"Well." Qin Weihang responded.
Although he was not very happy to hear the tone, it would be good to be back anyway.
An Ning was already gearing up to start making up lessons. Qin Weihang saw that An Ning was holding the advanced math textbooks he had already prepared, dragged the chair to his desk, and said, "Let's hurry up and try to get the advanced math within a week."
Qin Weihang nodded silently and said, "I'll drink some water first."
An Ning said graciously, "I have hot water in my bottle."
Qin Weihang stood in front of the balcony door and drank a burst of hot water while the wind was blowing. An Ning saw that he was standing still while drinking water, as if the chair was poisonous.
When Qin Weihang turned around a little, he could see An Ning sitting at his desk patiently waiting for him, his eyes looking at him expectantly.
The world of Xueba really doesn't understand, he thought to himself, does it make you very happy to make up lessons for me
But after thinking about it for himself, it seems to be understandable. He also has a hidden pleasure when guiding An Ning to climb the rock. It is not the pleasure of being a teacher, but more like... a show of stupid male creatures.
After drinking the water, Qin Weihang finally walked over and sat down to save face, stretched out his hand and searched for a long time on the bookshelf, but An Ning helped him pull out the high school textbook.
An Ning opened the book and notes, and when he was waiting for Qin Weihang before, he had already "prepared" a little. And Qin Weihang was sitting sideways at the moment, with his head propped up with his right hand, looking a little careless.
To make up lessons for Qin Weihang, An Ning unconsciously showed the patience to deal with Yuan Xiaoye, and often asked, "Do you understand here?" Qin Weihang looked at him, turned the textbook, and said, "I'm not a junior high school student."
An Ning was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes, I didn't make up lessons for my peers like you."
Qin Weihang said, "Your grades are so good that you haven't made up for your classmates?"
"It's all about asking one or two questions, and I've never had to make up lessons systematically like this."
Qin Weihang raised his eyebrows calmly and said, "Then I'm very honored."
"What an honor," An Ning said, "I might not be able to speak well." He asked as if he was consulting, "Do you want to do the following questions by yourself?"
Qin Weihang released his hand on the side of his face and took the pen from An Ning: "I'll use your pen."
Although he wasn't the kind of student with good grades, he wasn't too bad either. An Ning spoke so meticulously that it was hard to keep up.
An Ning noticed Qin Weihang's writing posture, and didn't know whether it was for his own convenience or what. He turned his body halfway like this, and only pressed the notebook with his right wrist to write, and his left hand hung lazily by his thigh, but it wasn't either. There is no movement. When thinking, he will squeeze his left hand and turn his wrist, all of which are unconscious movements, but occasionally the joints, muscles and bones will make noises. In addition, his legs are really long. When An Ning sat with him for a while, in order to make it easier for Qin Weihang to put his legs down, he always put his feet on the side of the chair.
After Qin Weihang finished writing, he raised his wrist and let him take a look: "Right?"
An Ning squinted his eyes and leaned over to look. Qin Weihang noticed his movements of holding up his glasses and squinting, and pushed the notebook a little in his direction. An Ning glanced at it and said with emotion, "Your words look so good."
Qin Weihang didn't expect such a sentence, and laughed a little: "I wrote all numbers, how can I see the words look good?"
An Ning was still appreciating his handwriting, and said, "The numbers are good-looking and the handwriting is definitely better."
In fact, he had seen the English written by Qin Weihang, the time he left his mailbox, but it is estimated that Qin Weihang did not remember it.
After reading his steps, An Ning nodded: "Yes." He said happily, "It's easier to give you a lecture."
Qin Weihang fastened the cap on the pen, held the pen with both hands, and asked him, "Is it difficult to teach junior high school students?"
An Ning thought: "It's not that he is not smart, but he always feels that he is not paying attention to the topic and is always distracted."
Qin Weihang was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows lightly: "It won't be puppy love, right?"
"Ah?" An Ning turned to look at him, "No way... He's only thirteen years old..."
Qin Weihang said, "I'm just guessing." Then he said, "Should we sit closer? That way you can see it when I write it, and you don't have to wait for me to finish it before checking it, saving time."
An Ning was inexplicably afraid to look at Qin Weihang's too straightforward and frank eyes, nodded, and pulled the chair a little in Qin Weihang's direction.
Qin Weihang gave up his leg and said, "Go on."
The position they are sitting is a bit like an inverted "eight", Qin Weihang is the one on the right, An Ning saw that Qin Weihang's shoulder was outside his own shoulder, only a little distance from the baby's fist. Under great pressure, he turned another page, thought of something, and said, "I think maybe you can understand it even if you read the book yourself."
Qin Weihang said, "You can learn to climb rock slowly by yourself."
He still had a very slow and Buddhist tone, An Ning was convinced by the scolding, smiled and said, "It makes sense." He turned over a page of the textbook and said, "Then I will continue."
Qin Weihang got closer again, and now they changed from "eight" written backwards to "entering" written backwards. Of course, Qin Weihang's shoulder was not next to him, and next to him was the shadow of Qin Weihang's shoulder. Qin Weihang was covered on the inside of the desk, because Qin Weihang's shoulders were slightly higher, and the light cast the shadow of his shoulders on him. It was strange that he seemed to feel the projection.
Some barrage flashed in my mind at an untimely time, as if I was an apostle in the EVA, and AT Field was being neutralized by another powerful AT Field.
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From seven o'clock to ten o'clock, when An Ning said "Let's be here today", Qin Weihang's long exhalation was clearly heard.
After all, they had to take a shower before turning off the lights. When packing up, he asked Qin Weihang, "Do you want to wash first?"
Qin Weihang said: "I want to practice the fingerboard, you should wash it first."
When An Ning entered the bathroom, she remembered that she forgot to take the towel. After washing the towel yesterday and drying it on the balcony today, she opened the door again. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Qin Weihang taking off his coat and walking under the balcony door to prepare to practice the fingerboard. , The balcony door and the bathroom door are next to each other. An Ning took the towel and went back to the bathroom. When she closed the door again, thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He was very restrained even when taking a bath. As long as he thought of Qin Weihang pulling the fingerboard outside the door, he felt that he couldn't let go of his hands and feet. Is it because Qin Weihang is too tall and handsome? Does every ordinary boy get a little nervous when he meets a boy of this level? But no matter what, it's not like he can't let go of him when he is outside in the shower...
He did some analysis while taking a shower. He guessed that maybe it was because people were in a relatively defenseless state during the bath. At this time, there was a male taller and better than himself outside the door, there would be a sense of threat
After taking a shower, he dragged the bathroom floor dry and opened the door. Qin Weihang just finished the last set of landings on the fingerboard. He was too close, and An Ning heard his heavy breathing as he landed.
He didn't look up at Qin Weihang. He walked to the sink with the basin for changing clothes in his hand. Qin Weihang asked behind him, "Are you still going in?"
Anning turned his back to him and shook his head: "No more."
Before Qin Weihang changed clothes and shoes into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth on the balcony. He spit foam when he heard the bathroom door closed. After rinsing his toothbrushes, he went into the bedroom. On Qin Weihang's chair, the shirt and jeans he had changed were hanging. One end of the black belt slipped to the ground, and An Ning picked it up and hung it up. There was a diving watch that Qin Weihang had taken off on the desk, and he stared at the watch for a while. He also lived in a dormitory when he was in middle school. At that time, it was a four-person dormitory. He was no stranger to pictures of boys' clothes stacked on tables and chairs, but for some reason, this time it felt very different. Everything that was taken off Qin Weihang's body gave him an uncomfortable aura, and he could no longer analyze why.