Jiang Huai stared at Bo Jian for a long time. Bo Jian smoothed out the creases on the middle line of the exercise paper, took out a pen, drew ink, and wiped the nib clean, he raised his eyes: "How about it?"
It was very quiet at night, and the lights flickering in the distance were reflected into the room through the glass door of the balcony, quietly.
Jiang Huai suddenly felt like he was in a classroom, but there were only him and Bo Jian, and there was only the two of them doing self-study.
He got up and took out a few blank A4 papers, came back and sat down, lowered his eyelids and said, "It's up to you."
The video call window was zoomed to the upper right corner, and on the left was the document file of Jianghuai's second self-test mock exam downloaded from the campus network. There is no specific homework this weekend, just a free review, and then finish the self-test paper issued on Friday.
Jianghuai started with Chinese, and the first question was the pronunciation and shape of the characters. Jianghuai's Chinese foundation is mediocre, and it was not Chinese that he excelled in junior high school. It was pure luck that he passed the Chinese mock test last time. Bo Jian urged him to write homework and exams.
The first question is "Ji" in "Ji", the pronunciation is jǐ, or Ji.
Jiang Huai didn't remember it, and got up to get the Xinhua dictionary again.
"Don't look it up in the dictionary, just make a mark, and deal with the questions you don't know when you finish." Bo Jian said.
Jiang Huai was taken aback, and looked down at the computer. After a while, he said "Oh" and put the dictionary back.
He sat back, and the room fell silent again.
Jiang Huai was writing Chinese papers, and Bo Jian was doing extra-curricular exercises. There was only the occasional sound of pages being turned in silence for a while. Jiang Huai flicked the gel pen in his hand, pretending to glance at the upper right corner of the computer unintentionally.
Bo Jian lowered his head to work on the question with a very serious expression.
Although at school, Jiang Huai spends more time reading extracurricular books than doing homework, but he has to admit... As long as Bo Jian starts studying, he will be very involved.
Bo Jian raised his hand slightly, turned the paper over, and there was a loud clatter. Jiang Huai hurriedly lowered his head again, pretending to concentrate on writing the paper.
After a long time, Jiang Huai raised his eyelids a little and glanced at Chairman Bo in the video window. The cold light that was gradually turned on made the wrist extremely white, and the fingers cast a faint shadow, which looked extraordinarily slender.
Bo Jian is good, everywhere is good.
Jiang Huai suddenly felt relieved, and also buried himself in the problem.
Usually when doing papers, especially exams, Jiang Huai, a scumbag at the bottom of the grade, hates the kind of fast-paced students who do the questions inappropriately. I just finished half of the first question, and that person turned to the second question. It's time for two, the whole exam, I didn't do my questions seriously for a few minutes, just listened to that person flipping the paper back and forth, flipping the paper loudly, like the king of hell asking for his life, for fear that others would not know how fast he did it.
Chairman Bo belongs to this kind of classmate who was killed by Hades.
Bo Jian wouldn't be like some unqualified person who deliberately turned the paper loudly so that it can't be louder anymore, but when Jiang Huai finished all the questions except the Chinese composition in an hour and fifty minutes, he heard twenty or so sounds of turning the paper sound.
An octavo-sized paper can be turned four times, or about twenty times, including the occasional sound of flipping forward and checking, it is about four or five papers.
Jiang Huai stared at his blank composition question: "Bo Jian, what subject are you doing?"
Bo Jian raised his eyes: "Physics and mathematics, what's wrong?"
"Then how many papers did you make in total?"
Bo Jian tidied up the scroll a little bit: "One set of mathematics, two sets of physics... four sheets of paper?"
JAC: "..."
Sorry to bother you.
In fact, Bo Jian left a physics experiment question unfinished, but he put the finished exercise paper aside first: "Have you finished writing Chinese?"
Jiang Huai reluctantly said "It's done".
"Then do you have the answer to the self-test paper?"
Jiang Huai glanced at the video window: "... haven't found resources on the campus network yet."
Bo Jian laughed: "Then take a picture of the answer you wrote and send it to me. I'll help you correct mistakes."
Jiang Huai was silent for a while, and asked, "Don't you find it troublesome?"
"It's okay." Bo Jian said lightly, "I really like to help others correct mistakes... especially for people like you who make a lot of mistakes. You have a sense of accomplishment in killing computer Trojan horse viruses."
Jianghuai: "... day."
After laying out the paper, turning on the desk lamp, and adjusting the angle, Jianghuai took a clear picture of the two answer sheets just finished with a tablet and passed them to Chairman Bo.
Chairman Bo slightly enlarged the two high-resolution photos and made a judgment: "Your handwriting is so ugly."
"... I know, you don't need to tell me."
"Practice more, I'll give you ten marks first."
Jianghuai: "??"
Originally, Jianghuai was still wondering if grading the papers for him would waste the precious time of Chairman Bo, the outstanding student representative who was hoped for by the first grade and the second middle school, but five minutes later, Chairman Bo took the two photos that he had approved online. It was sent back to Jianghuai again.
Two photos filled with red crosses, red circles and red question marks.
"Seven out of 13 multiple-choice questions are wrong, the front desk is not good." Chairman Bo said.
JAC: "..."
Chairman Bo made a simple addition and subtraction verbally: "If you don't write a composition, the full score is 90, and one multiple-choice question is 3 points, and the remaining 51 points are subjective questions. The total score is 21, and 39 points will be deducted by 10 points... You have 29 points for one paper. Minute."
Jianghuai: "...shut up."
Chairman Bo sighed softly without any apparent sincerity: "I'll send you my test paper, and you can correct it accordingly."
"...You send it." Jiang Huai felt a little humiliated.
Bo Jian quickly sent a row of photos, two papers for Chinese, and he took eight photos. It's different from the two answer sheets written by Jianghuai's tattered ones. Jianghuai didn't have any papers, so he wrote all the answers on white paper. The gradual hair is the original roll...
Jiang Huai zoomed in on the photo and was taken aback for a moment.
It's not that he hasn't read Bo Jian's papers, what they looked like when they were handed out by the teacher in the examination room, and what they looked like when Bo Jian finished writing them, there was at most a fold in the middle of the paper.
The self-assessment paper is also a question that the school has prepared based on the difficulty of the midterm exam, that is, it cannot be too difficult, at least it cannot be considered difficult for students like the first graders, but the original papers of the photos Jiang Huai saw were written in red pen It is densely packed and neatly annotated. The pronunciation, font and shape questions will mark which is right and which is wrong, and then organize and supplement other similar words and pronunciations. The reading comprehension questions circle the turning words on the original text and mark the logical relationship. The basis for judging the questions is clearly stated in the original text with the title number.
The annotations on the appreciation of ancient poems explain the images, quote the classics and mark the origins, and the themes and emotions of the questions are completely analyzed in the answers.
The extra-curricular classical Chinese translation below is almost the whole picture red, because Bo Jian translated the full text, and the key words are marked separately.
Jiang Huai was stunned for a long time, he raised his head, and after a long time, he asked, "How long have you been writing this?"
"Not long." Bo Jian wrote lightly, "I sent out the self-test paper a day earlier than you."
Jiang Huai's throat felt dry: "... wrote it for me?"
"No," Bo Jian smiled, "My own mid-term review."
He propped his head up and said, "Good students are generally strict with themselves."
"It's quite strict," Jiang Huai raised his eyelids, "One reading question is replaced by another. It turns out that even good students have to mark out the logical relationship in detail for themselves even with this kind of test paper."
"No," Bo Jian paused for a moment, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I thought you would come to my house this weekend...to review with you, in case you ask questions and I'm not prepared, how could I? Isn't it embarrassing?"
Many habitual sarcasm stuck in Jiang Huai's throat for a long time, and finally, he spit out: "Thank you."
Bo Jian looked at Jiang Huai: "Well, it's been very hard."
He rubbed his wrist and sighed, "My hands are sore from writing."
Jiang Huai felt that the direction was wrong: "...?"
Bo Jian glanced at his watch, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He looked back at Jianghuai: "Do you have a reward?"
JAC: "..."
"No." He said coldly.
Chairman Bo supported his head and said unhurriedly: "Even if you are a primary school student, the teacher will give you a small red flower if you study hard and work hard... I worked so hard to review with you, do you really not have a reward?"
Jiang Huai: "...then I'll give you a little red flower too?"
"I don't want the little red flower."
"..."
Bo Jian lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "It would be great if you were at my house." He said softly, "I want you to rub it for me."
Jiang Huai pulled the chair back abruptly, got up to get a bottle of water to drink, his throat was dry and itchy: "You are the only one who pushes things too much."
"You are too fierce, can't you be nicer to me?"
Jianghuai choked on the water. He remembered Mr. Jiang's tactical guidance on the other side of the ocean, "You should pay more attention and be nice to others." He turned his head, his eyes were red from choking, and asked in embarrassment: "You fucking shut up Ok?"
Bo Jian fell back slowly, leaning on the back of the chair: "When you need me, I will be your little baby, and when you run out of use, tell me to shut up."
Jianghuai: "..."
"What kind of nonsense are you talking about??" He had goosebumps all over his body: "When did I fucking call you baby?"
Bo Jian turned his head slightly, and sighed softly: "Okay, I will try my best to use this weekend to improve your Chinese level to the point where you can appreciate that what I just said is a metaphor with a score of 29 on the subjective questions."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai also thought, if only he was at Bo Jian's house now.
In this way, he can directly discount Bo Jian's hands.
Bo Jian got up: "Correct your mistakes first, I have basically marked all the places that should be marked on this paper... If there is anything unclear, you can ask me."
He walked a little further, Jiang Huai couldn't see his face, the camera only covered Bo Jian's shoulder. Jiang Huai saw Bo Jian's fingers touched the top button of the shirt collar. No. 2 Middle School has two sets of shirt uniforms, short-sleeved in summer and long-sleeved in autumn.
The shirt was as white as new, and Bo Jian unbuttoned a few buttons from the top down.
Jianghuai's pen tip blurred a black egg on the paper, and he stared at the video window: "...what are you doing?"
"Oh, can you still see me?" Bo Jian's voice said, "I'm going to take a shower."
That's what he said, but Bo Jian didn't come over and put the phone aside.
Jiang Huai stared at the screen. Bo Jian unbuttoned his shirt, and his shoulders and back muscles were smooth. He was born with a fair complexion. Alphas rarely have such whiteness as him, or Alphas with fair complexions will intentionally tan, but Bo Jian's whiteness does not make him At first glance, it looks like a white chicken, but it's just a kind of cleanliness that is close to obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Bo Jian took off the shirt, adjusted the cuffs and neckline, and straightened the skirt, before hanging it on the vertical hanger at the side.
Jiang Huai heard that his voice was a little astringent: "Can you go to the bathroom and take off your clothes?"
Bo Jian half turned to him, and Jiang Huai could see an extremely superior waist muscle line. "I don't like messing around in the bathroom."
"... Then you are going to take off outside?"
Jiang Huai felt that Bo Jian was a blatant seduction... Not to mention Bo Jian, even a stranger, he would think it was a deliberate seduction. Bo Jian turned around slightly, but Jiang Huai still couldn't see his face, nor his expression, only heard him ask softly: "How many clothes do you want me to take off?"
Jiang Huai pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, his palms were sweating suddenly. He didn't know what he was nervous about, maybe he was nervous about his dirty thoughts that he almost had nowhere to hide.
"How many pieces you take off is none of my business." Jiang Huai sneered: "Can you stop talking like picking up customers in a strip club?"
"I don't pick up guests, I'll pick you up." Bo Jian said.
"Click", the slight sound of unbuttoning the belt buckle.
Jiang Huai's back stiffened.
Bo Jian carefully pulled out the belt section by section. He turned around and hung the belt on the hanger as well. The lights were scattered, his back was facing Jiang Huai, his waist was sunk in the shadows, but his shoulders were covered with cold light.
Like some kind of deadly beast.
Jiang Huai had never realized soberly that Bo Jian was different from him.
Bo Jian is an Alpha, an Alpha who is about to reach adulthood.
And he is an Omega.
Even if he doesn't admit it, he doesn't like it, he deliberately ignores it, and hides it for so many years, he is still an Omega. There are also marks of Bo Jian on the glands in the nape of his neck.
From the bottom of his heart, he longed for Bo Jian's touch, and to touch Bo Jian.
Just for the video, he wanted to hug Bo Jian. Because Bo Jian marked him...and because he liked him.
Jiang Huai's heart was beating, he was pinching the answer sheet in his hand, the footer of the paper was already limp from the sweat of his fingertips.
Bo Jian sat on the single sofa at one side, and unzipped the zipper, so that the trousers were piled up to the trouser legs. He didn't get up, just bent over slightly, picked up his pants, and folded them neatly.
He raised his eyes and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Jianghuai... don't look at me like that."
The author has something to say: Chairman: How embarrassing!