The end of September passed by in a flash.
The hot summer is gradually cooling down. Shuangyao has recently encountered serious emotional problems. Fengning has just finished running in the playground and let her drag him weakly.
"I'll take you to see him tomorrow. Really, he's exactly what I like. I'm stunned. He's tall, white, and thin."
"What's your name?"
“I don’t know yet.”
Feng Ning laughed at her: "From another class? Then you are here alone, intoxicated, do people know you?"
Shuang Yao pinched her arm and said, "Can you be so harsh? Although we don't know each other's last name or name, I have a strong feeling."
"What does it feel like?"
"I must be special to him because we have looked into each other's eyes many times across the crowds of people."
"Since you two love each other, what is Special Yaoyao worried about?"
"Originally, I thought he wasn't the type to talk to girls. But today, someone came to him and asked for his contact information, and he actually gave it to her!!!! He!!!!!! Actually!!!!!! Gave it to her!!!!!!!"
At this point, Shuang Yao got angry again, and her words became incoherent. She quickly took two deep breaths, "I happened to be passing by and saw him quickly writing on the paper and handing it to the girl. I was really, I was so angry!"
After stepping over a large number of fallen leaves, Feng Ning suggested: "Then you should go and ask for it too. If you don't take the first step, how can you take the countless steps that follow?"
Shuang Yao shook her head and described her mental journey in detail to her friend: "No, I can't have it. This is not romantic at all. I can write a diary for him every day, calculate the distance to pass by him, and I can also count every second I look at him in my heart, but I can't take the initiative to take this step."
"Why?" Feng Ning commented sharply, "Aren't you just flattering yourself?"
"You don't understand at all."
The sun was about to set, and they strolled around the playground, with a retired old teacher beside them. After arguing for a long time, seeing Shuangyao was aggrieved, Feng Ning sighed, "If it's so painful, then you should stop liking him."
Shuang Yao was angry and pitiful: "Then I can't do it, right?"
"Let me help you analyze it." Feng Ning twisted his lips, "Have you ever thought that maybe it's not him you like, but the sense of submission that "liking him" brings you."
Shuangyao paused, "A sense of submission?"
"Yes, you should understand this word carefully." Feng Ning pretended to be rational, "It's meaningless to just like someone in a bland way. Objectively speaking, liking someone is a pleasant and painful thing. It's necessary to have this kind of feeling of loss in the haze, which makes you enjoy it at the same time as it makes you feel uncomfortable."
Shuangyao's brain wasn't as quick as hers, so she had a hard time understanding what he said.
She threw out one argument after another and quickly concluded, "Do you remember my speech? Nietzsche's point is that, in the final analysis, what you like is the desire you generate, and it doesn't matter who the object of the desire is. If you think about this, it won't be difficult to like someone else, right?"
Shuang Yao nodded subconsciously, confused and lost in thought.
Having achieved the desired effect, Feng Ning smiled triumphantly.
When she talks nonsense, she can always calmly make things she doesn't believe into logical coherence. She also quotes some classic sayings, which make people feel particularly convincing at first and can't tell the truth from the false. Then she fools others without leaving any trace.
Feng Ning is essentially a complete hooligan.
The sports meet is approaching.
The monitor was very worried about the project registration. The boys were easy to deal with, but the girls were not very active and their participation was too low.
"The Iron Lady asked me and the sports committee member to solve this problem. But we have been asking in class for two days, and girls are either not allowed to sunbathe or they are not allowed to do strenuous exercise. You said that the ratio of boys to girls in our class is quite even. If we are absent from this project and there is no one for that project, wouldn't it be embarrassing? It's not a class honor, but at least we can get something done."
During evening self-study, the monitor went around trying to persuade people, and his ability to nag was comparable to that of Xianglin Sao.
Five minutes without a break. Feng Ning's head hurt from his nagging. He put down his pen and looked up: "Okay, stop talking. Give me the registration form. Which one do you need?"
The squad leader said in a flattering and cautious tone, "The others can barely get a few people together, but the 1500m is really..."
Feng Ning was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he quickly glanced at it, signed his name at the 1500 mark, and threw the form to him, "Okay, I have to study, you should leave quickly and don't disturb my study here."
"And high jump...why don't you consider it?" The squad leader was tapped on the shoulder when he spoke. He didn't notice it at all, and before he finished speaking, an impatient voice came from above his head.
The squad leader opened his mouth and said uncertainly: "Jiang asked you... do you have something to ask me?"
Jiang Wen, a tall and slender man, stood beside him with a cold face, "This is my seat."
"Oh oh." The squad leader stood up nervously and gave up his seat.
For some reason, the girls all said Jiang Wen was handsome, but he always felt that Jiang Wen had a gloomy feeling, and a look from him could freeze people to death. The monitor was a little scared and walked away quickly.
Thank God, Feng Ning's ears finally quieted down. She had sweated a lot from running in the evening, and had spent half a day outside with Shuang Yao in the wind. This time, she had a headache, and she had no idea how to solve several physics problems after looking at them for a long time.
She raised her arm lazily and poked the person in front of her, "Jiang Wen."
Three or four seconds later, Jiang Wen leaned back and turned his head to look over.
Feng Ning retracted his hand and weakly turned the wrong answer book around, "Please help me with a few questions."
He took it and studied it for a while.
Jiang Wen leaned sideways while explaining the problem, with his arm resting on the edge of her desk. While he was explaining, he used a pen to draw a force analysis diagram on paper.
He lowered his head, his soft black hair falling in front of his eyebrows, inadvertently revealing a hint of gentleness.
Feng Ning had no strength left, his waist slumped, and his chin rested limply on the table.
Jiang Wen's breath brushed her nose lightly. Feng Ning sniffed and smelled a fresh scent, so fresh that she was a little distracted.
My eyes glanced at Jiang Wen's mouth and I thought to myself, his lips are so red, I wonder what brand of mouthwash he uses...
Orange flavor
Grapefruit flavor...
In one minute, Feng Ning chased away the distraction in her mind, focused her attention, and listened carefully to his lecture. She tapped her homework book with her hand, "Here, isn't the force on both sides of the fixed pulley the same?"
Jiang Wen quickly pulled two more lines. "The friction of the pulley shaft can be ignored, but the force of the rope tension on p cannot be ignored."
"oh... "
Feng Ning concentrated her mind and listened to him attentively. She blinked her long eyelashes, and even the light in her eyes was shattered.
He raised his eyes slightly and accidentally saw this scene, and the hand holding the pen trembled.
The light above my head suddenly flickered, and at the same time, the whole classroom fell into darkness.
Someone in front shouted, "What's going on? Is the circuit breaker tripped?"
The monitor went out to check and found that the whole teaching building had no power, with only the emergency lights at the stairs on.
The class became chaotic, but Feng Ning remained in his original position without moving.
In the darkness, Jiang Wen waited silently for a while. He still held the pen in his hand, and his hot breath sprayed on the back of his hand.
It's hers.
He tightened his grip, then loosened it. When he pulled it back, his wrist suddenly brushed against her forehead.
I can't see anything, but my senses of touch and hearing become more acute.
Boom, boom, boom, this is the sound of a heartbeat.
"Do you understand?"
Feng Ning snorted, "... That's about it."
"There are two more questions. I'll talk to you when I get back to the dormitory."
They couldn't see each other's expressions. Feng Ning asked in doubt, "What are you going to tell me when we get back to the dormitory?"
"... Do you have a cell phone?"
“Yes.”
Jiang Wen was silent for a while, and spoke with great difficulty, as if reluctantly, "... Then tell me your phone number."
Feng Ning was amused and exposed him mercilessly: "Jiang Wen, have you never dated a girl? The contact information you asked for is a little stiff."
“… … .”
Just then, the lights in the corridor came on, and a faint light came in. The classroom regained a little light, and Jiang Wen's embarrassed and annoyed expression did not have time to hide.
Their eyes met, and Feng Ning still maintained the same posture.
In addition to feeling embarrassed and angry, she actually also looked a little aggrieved.
He turned his head, trying to maintain a natural expression, and said stubbornly, "Forget it."
After a while, a teacher on patrol came over and asked the students who were studying in the classroom to go back one by one, saying that they didn't know when the phone would ring that night.
Jiang Wen started to pack his things. When he stood up, he was stopped by someone. Feng Ning handed him a piece of paper between his fingers. It was obvious that it was torn from a notebook.
Jiang Wen was still angry, his head didn't move, his eyes looked down, "What is that?"
She giggled, "What you want, my phone number."
"I don't want it." Jiang Wen didn't answer and didn't even look at her.
Feng Ning almost rolled his eyes.
She patiently opened her notebook, handed over the pen with both hands, and said in a gentle voice: "Okay, okay, I want your phone number, okay? Can you please do me a favor and write your phone number in my notebook?"
Xi Gaoyuan and Zhao Binlin were watching a football game on their computers. They were quite surprised to see Jiang Wen push the door open, "Aren't you studying in the classroom? Why are you back so early?"
He said simply: "The power is out."
Jiang Wen changed into pajamas and sat down on the bed. He had nothing to do, so he watched the live broadcast of the game with Zhao Binlin and the others.
At the end of the first half, the cheerleaders came out to dance. After commenting on the girls' figures with great interest for a while, Xi Gaoyuan turned around and suddenly said, "Jiang Wen, whose news are you waiting for?"
Jiang Wen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "I use my phone to check the time."
"Pretending." Xi Gaoyuan smiled slyly, "In just these ten minutes, you checked the time at least five or six times. What's the matter? Are you in a hurry to turn off the lights and go to bed?"
As he was speaking, his phone buzzed. It was a WeChat message reminder. Jiang Wen slid open the lock screen.
A friend request, Chibi Maruko-chan's avatar, named fnn:
Hello, I am your class teacher, and I am here to check your learning progress.
He snorted in his throat, checked the time, and turned off the screen. He did not accept the friend request.
After a few minutes, the phone lit up again. A text message from a stranger:
Bro, why are you ignoring me
Jiang Wen smiled silently. Looking at the time, a few minutes passed, and he finally accepted Chibi Maruko-chan's friend request with great difficulty.
fnn_: Why are you so slow
w: With so many people adding me, how do I know it’s you
fnn_: You speak so coldly
w：... ...
fnn_: You shouldn’t go to bed yet, right
w: Yeah
Zhao Binlin's loud voice exploded in his ears: "Jiang asked you why you were watching porn and grinning at your phone alone?" As he said that, he was about to lean over to take a look.
Jiang Wen still had a smug expression on his face and subconsciously put away his phone. "Nothing." After saying this, he quickly stood up, opened the balcony door and went out.
Zhao Binlin and Xi Gaoyuan looked at each other.
Feng Ning sent another message:
fnn_: Perhaps you would be interested in discussing the conveyor belt issue with me
After a few minutes, he came back:
W: Not interested. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Typing is a bit tiring.
Feng Ning couldn't stand his pretentiousness. She turned up the light on the desk lamp and threw away the pillow in her arms. She sat up a little on the bed and called directly. The other party rang five or six times before answering.
"Hey, please understand. If I don't figure this out, I won't be able to sleep at night." Feng Ning flipped through the book. "I just have one question. Why is the direction of friction the same when two objects slide?"
On a night of intoxicating spring breeze, the evening breeze was slightly cool. Jiang Wen leaned on the balcony railing and looked at the night sky in the distance.
The door behind him was opened. Xi Gaoyuan poked his head out and asked, "Who are you talking to on the phone? Why are you hiding?"
Jiang Wen was a little slow to react and held the phone a little further away, "What?"
Xi Gaoyuan guessed: "Your sister?"
He denied: "No."
"Your sister?"
"no."
"Feng Ning?"
"... ..."
Jiang Wen was silent for a while, and Xi Gaoyuan quickly snatched his phone and went into the dormitory.
Jiang Wen didn't react for a moment, and after two seconds he chased after them. Zhao Binlin put his arm around his waist, unable to move. He was a little annoyed, and struggled to shout, "What are you doing?"
Xi Gaoyuan cleared his throat and turned on the speakerphone. "Hello, is this Feng Ning?"
Feng Ning said in a normal tone: "Yeah, what's the matter?"
"Calling so late..." Xi Gaoyuan smiled and said meaningfully: "Are you two having a secret?"
"What the hell is going on? There's nothing wrong. This is just the first and second in the grade discussing academic issues." Feng Ning replied.
Jiang Wen glared and lowered his voice, "Fuck, give me back my phone."
Xi Gaoyuan gestured to him to slow down, "Then can I ask the top student two questions?"
"Okay, just ask."
Xi Gaoyuan pressed the volume button on his phone a little higher. "What did your mother call you when you were with her?"
"Call my name."
He said in a long tone, "Then what did Jiang Wen call you when you were with him?"
"Call my name."
Zhao Binlin laughed happily and added loudly:
"—Then when did you get together with Jiang Wen?"
The author has something to say: Sorry, it’s a little late.
The last joke came from my friend. But I'm not sure if she saw it online. I just searched it but couldn't find it. If you know the source, please let me know in the comments and I'll mark it.
I made up the physics questions by looking through my high school notebook.
Thanks to the fairy for the nutrient solution and the overlord ticket.