Lu Xiao is the most unbearable person to be stimulated.
Ye Cheng understood that he could not make any excessive demands, so he agreed on the spot.
Who knows, then Lu Xiao went crazy.
Ye Cheng's original intention was to let him finish these before the exam.
There were still a few days before the mock exam. After getting the information that night, Lu Xiao went back and stayed up all night.
The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and I wrote a full eighty pages.
In class the next day, Hua Wangchun woke me up by hitting me with a chalk tip.
At noon, everyone in the classroom went to eat.
Ye Cheng sat in Li Junxiao's seat, lying on Lu Xiao's desk to grade the papers for him.
It was Lu Xiao who worked so hard to convince him all morning that he insisted on "personally" approving it for herself. Of course, it was also to show off that she wrote 80 pages in one night.
The little boy's mind is so simple and clear.
The sky outside the window is blue and transparent, and the undulating clouds are just like those in Hayao Miyazaki's anime, white, pure, playful and lovely.
The sushi on the table is neatly arranged, waiting to be served with little hands, and there is a portion of various flavors.
Lu Xiao supported her chin with her hands, looked at Ye Cheng's concentration, carefully picked up a piece of seaweed warship, and tried to take advantage of the chaos to feed a wave.
"Are you hungry, why don't you have something to eat first?"
"Yeah." Ye Cheng's attention was on the paper.
Not seeing his movements, he picked up a piece of sushi with his chopsticks and started eating slowly.
Lu Xiao's neglected hand froze in mid-air, lowered his eyes with a little disappointment, and wrapped the seaweed warship into his mouth.
Ye Cheng has a little habit of not ticking what he did right, and putting a huge cross on what he did wrong.
For example, if Lu Xiao made a mistake in a multiple-choice question, the cross he made was big enough to cover the upper and lower questions.
It looks spectacular like half a page is wrong.
So every time he started to write, Lu Xiao's heart tightened reflexively, and his blood pressure soared.
That feeling was a hundred times more exciting than the teacher approving papers in front of him.
Ye Cheng finished grading in one go, and pushed the paper to him.
Unfortunately, every page was reddened.
He frowned unhappily and said: "You can't do this. The error rate is almost as high as my grandma's test subject one. In the end, I still haven't mastered the knowledge points, doing the questions randomly, and eager to eat hot tofu."
Lu Xiao didn't dare to say anything, didn't he just want to eat hot tofu
In fact, he also read the knowledge point last night, but he just forgot after reading it, and didn't remember it at all.
Ye Cheng turned his watch over, and Lu Xiao blinked at him, not knowing why.
He glanced at the time and said, "There are still forty minutes before the lunch break. You can memorize it for twenty minutes first, and then I will do random checks."
Lu Xiao suddenly became nervous, really nervous, the kind where the hairs all over her body stood on end.
"Huh? Do you recite it now?" He had a very thick skin since he was a child, but he had never been so afraid of being recited as he is now.
In the past, I used to be blind a few times, and if I couldn't recite it, I would fall down. It would be best to piss off the teacher.
But this time is different, this time Ye Cheng personally checks him!
If he couldn't recite it... No, looking at Ye Cheng's face, he already felt that his mind was blank.
And carry a hammer.
"Otherwise, don't recite it now, and recite it after the exam is over?"
Ye Cheng's voice sank, with a self-evident majesty.
He stared at Lu Xiao coldly.
Lu Xiao remembered that Tan Xiaoqi had said that he hated people who were not motivated in their studies.
He didn't want Ye Cheng to hate him and feel sad.
"I'll just recite it." He picked up the materials with a sullen face, and began to recite in a low voice, just like chanting:
"'A hundred schools of thought contend' is the first ideological liberation movement in Chinese history..."
Ye Cheng picked up the chopsticks to eat, and while chewing the salmon, said vaguely: "Keep down, or go outside to memorize, it will affect my appetite."
Lu Xiao had no choice but to stand up silently, walked outside the door and continued reciting.
History is the most troublesome subject for him. The reason why he chose science is because he doesn't need to memorize or memorize it, and he can get a passing grade in class and sleep every day.
Liberal arts is a nightmare-level existence, the kind that wakes up in a dream in the middle of the night.
Coupled with the fact that she didn't sleep well last night, Lu Xiao started to feel irritable after carrying on her back.
His two eyes stared blankly at the densely packed words, but none of them could get into his head, floating around in the air like flies and mosquitoes.
His mind is full of, why on earth am I standing here hungry and memorizing? Isn't it enough to just pass the exam
Anyway, Ye Cheng didn't ask him to get all A's in the exam, because it was impossible, so why did he torture himself so much
Ye Cheng was halfway through eating, when she caught a sharp glimpse of Lu Xiao in a daze.
Although he didn't see his face, his wife knew something about this person's condition.
Just by looking at the back of his head, he knew that he must have tore up the book in his heart.
With this temper, it is difficult to expect him to memorize quietly for five minutes, let alone the subject he hates the most.
Ye Cheng stood up, picked up a piece of sushi, and walked slowly to the door.
"How's your back going?" he asked.
Lu Xiao was shocked and suddenly came back to her senses.
He shook the information, pretended to be attentive and said, "It's a bit hard to remember, I haven't finished memorizing it yet."
"Well, let's continue after eating something." Ye Cheng raised his hand and brought the sushi to his mouth, while the other hand was still touchingly following it.
Lu Xiao stared at him blankly, forgetting what to do for a moment.
"Open your mouth, ah—" Ye Cheng said in a coaxing tone.
Lu Xiao gave one command and one movement, opened his mouth mechanically, and let Ye Cheng stuff the piece of sushi into his mouth.
It wasn't until his taste buds were invaded by the roe particles that he realized what had happened just now—Ye Cheng was feeding, him, eating, eating in broad daylight, in the grand corridor.
Lu Xiao's face turned red with lightning speed, covered her mouth and choked, then lowered her head silently to chew.
Ye Cheng asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"
He nodded slowly.
"Then cheer up."
nodded again.
After Ye Cheng wandered in, Lu Xiao decisively rolled up the sleeves of her school uniform, and focused on endorsing the book full of fighting spirit.
The white clouds in the sky are flowing and undulating, and the knowledge points on the materials are bouncing around like tadpoles.
He wanders in the ocean of history, and he is extraordinarily energetic.
Well, history doesn't seem so boring anymore.
Jiang Jin came back after eating and passed the door throwing a Coke bottle.
I happened to see Lu Xiao standing against the wall at the back door, holding up a stack of papers and reciting impassionedly, almost thought I had run into a ghost.
He walked over in disbelief, rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother Xiao, what are you doing?"
Lu Xiao raised her chin to look at him, and said with a little pride: "Do you know who are the 'Three Masters of Literature' of the Renaissance?"
Jiang Jin: "What... What?"
Lu Xiao: "Dante, Boccaccio and Petrarch. I don't know this, you chicken."
Jiang Jin: "..."
Lu Xiao smugly turned around and entered the classroom, sat down in front of Ye Cheng, and began to accept the pumping solemnly.
Every time he answered one correctly, Ye Cheng rewarded him with a piece of salmon.
That posture seemed to be feeding some kind of large puppy.
Jiang Jin walked around and returned to his seat, trying not to let the two of them notice his presence.
He was under the table, frantically sending messages to Tan Xiaoqi: [Where are you? Come back to the classroom! !]
Tan Xiaoqi: [I pressed the playground with my boyfriend, what happened?]
Jiang Jin: [… [Big Cry.jpg] I can’t tell, I feel like the cold dog food is slapping my face indiscriminately.]
Tan Xiaoqi: [Understood, come right away. When it comes to fucking love, is it important to have my cp? No.]
When Tan Xiaoqi climbed up the five floors out of breath, Ye Cheng had already finished pumping her back.
He praised: "Look, you still remember quickly, which means that you are not stupid, but you are usually too lazy."
Lu Xiao was erratic, even if she was scolded, she felt comfortable all over.
"Go back tonight and continue to do those questions, and you will feel much more relaxed." Ye Cheng said.
Lu Xiao said obediently: "Okay, then will you recite it at noon tomorrow?"
Unspoken meaning: Do you still continue to play the feeding game
"If you want, don't stop, memorize everything I printed for you." Ye Cheng said.
Lu Xiao nodded happily, but almost shook her head.
Tan Xiaoqi blinked her starry eyes, sat down beside Lu Xiao with her chin in her hand, and said, "It's rare to see Brother Xiao loves to study so much, it seems that I still have to help Brother Cheng."
Since she had a previous record of introducing Tan Mengmeng, Lu Xiao looked at her vigilantly and said, "I love to study, please stop slandering me."
Ye Cheng cleared his throat and didn't expose him.
Tan Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. By the way, you all know that Sister Rong is going to transfer schools. She will be leaving in two days."
"So fast? Does she not take the exam?" Ye Cheng asked.
"I don't know either. She seems to be in a hurry." Tan Xiaoqi said, "So I thought, should I go out and get together before leaving? After this separation, I don't know when we will see each other again."
She might just say it in passing, but Ye Cheng has a deep understanding of this kind of thing.
For most high school classmates, the day of the graduation ceremony may be the last time you see each other.
When we usually play together, everyone agrees to have a party every year. It is said that gathering is like a ball of fire, and scattering is like a sky full of stars.
But after the real work gets busy, it is often impossible to gather ten people for a dinner, let alone all the members.
He didn't mind that Jiang Yirong liked Lu Xiao, so he agreed, "Yes, when will we get together?"
Lu Xiao tilted her head and looked at him, looking hesitant to speak.
Tan Xiaoqi said, "Then I'll ask her if she's free tomorrow night, which happens to be Friday."
Ye Cheng responded and returned to her seat in the front row.
Tan Xiaoqi looked at Lu Xiao and told him, "You should go too, brother Xiao."
"Nonsense." Lu Xiao choked.
Tan Xiaoqi chuckled: "Don't be so fierce, it makes people very scared."
After Ye Cheng left, Lu Xiao stopped being polite to her: "Next time, don't introduce Tan Mengmeng to him, Li Mengmeng's, take care of yourself."
Tan Xiaoqi wanted to introduce a fart, my old lady, it was all to excite you.
She still replied: "Mengmeng just wants to ask Brother Cheng for his English competition experience, she has no other ideas."
"Really?" Lu Xiao asked suspiciously.
"Of course it's true. Don't you know that Brother Cheng won the provincial first in the English competition last year. And he really likes people asking him questions about English, which are much more useful than questions like Renaissance."
She picked up the documents on the table with two fingers and smiled contemptuously.
Lu Xiao's breathing became heavy, and she felt as if she had been defeated again.
It's not character, it's not appearance, but he can't even ask the questions correctly.
Damn, so angry.
Tan Xiaoqi encouraged him: "Remember to do what you like, so that you won't do useless work, come on! Look after you!"
That night, Ye Cheng received an English composition from Lu Xiao.
Suspect X: [I found a proposition and practiced an article myself, can I trouble you to look it up for me?]
When he opened the photo sent by the other party, he was hit in the head by the ugly font.
Then, the first sentence at the beginning is: I am Li Ming.
This method of writing I'm separately as I am in order to make up the number of words, and the method of forming a sentence with just four words, Ye Cheng has never done this since the third grade of elementary school.
To be honest, after reading the first sentence, he has no interest in reading any further.
But in order not to dampen Lu Xiao's rare motivation to study, he simply put his phone aside, put on his earphones, and listened to songs on the pad while brushing up questions.
After finishing the three math problems, he turned on his phone and sent a message to Lu Xiao.
Restraint: [The writing is good, you can read more model essays and keep working hard.]
Suspect X: [Really, I actually got the affirmation of the English expert? Then can I send it to you after I finish writing it?]
Restrain it: [No, just read the model essay a few times by yourself.]
What a joke, he doesn't want to poison his eyes every day.
Lu Xiao continued to write the questions contentedly, and even sent her small composition to Moments before going to bed.
Jiang Jin swiped his phone at night, saw this composition tragically, and forwarded it to Tan Xiaoqi with one click.
[Help, did you see what brother Xiao posted? Brother Cheng would really praise such a well-written composition?]
Tan Xiaoqi is also a night owl. She browsed through it from top to bottom, and found that it was really rotten.
Then she typed with tears in her eyes: [How much do you know, this is the power of love! ! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, understand? single dog.]
Jiang Jin never expected that in the end, he was hit by 10,000 critical points.
Tan Xiaoqi wiped her tears and said: [I hope tonight, they can slap each other with their tongues in my dream. I am going to sleep good night.]
Jiang Jin: [……]
The next day, Jiang Yirong sent them news of the dinner party one by one.
She only invited some people who are usually close friends, of course, Ye Cheng was an exception.
This is what she said to Ye Cheng: [Ye Shen, time flies, time flies, and we have known each other for more than two months in a blink of an eye. I am about to leave this land and go to a new dream, can you please come to my farewell party and practice it for me? The little girl is grateful qaq]
Ye Cheng replied to her: [?]
Jiang Yirong: [Hey, I think you will like this kind of elegant tone.]
Ye Cheng: [= =]
Jiang Yirong: [Then you come, I have something to say to you alone.]
Ye Cheng: [What?]
Jiang Yirong: [Wait until you come.]
During math class in the afternoon, Hua Wangchun walked into the classroom.
The people below were unexpectedly active, and they didn't look like they were listless in the afternoon at all.
Hua Wangchun was old and shrewd, and said amusedly, "Why, you are so happy to attend my class for the last time?"
"No, teacher, we like you."
"We love your math class the most!"
"Teacher, you are the most handsome! The number one male god in the thirteenth high school!"
The following said in a hurry, the atmosphere is very good.
"Come on," Hua Wangchun said with a smile, "Your teacher Xu will be back next Monday. I wish I could leave."
Li Junxiao raised his hand and asked: "Teacher, will Teacher Xu not leave in the future?"
Hua Wangchun said: "I'm not leaving, and I will only take your class with you until the third year of high school."
Everyone cheered, all very happy.
After class, Hua Wangchun called Ye Cheng to the corridor.
Said to him: "You still go to my office as usual for evening self-study in the future. Don't be embarrassed to come because I won't take you."
He specially opened up a desk for Ye Cheng, letting him work next to him.
"A lot of things have happened in your class during this period, it's really hard for you." He patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder a few times and said.
Ye Cheng said: "It's okay, it should."
Hua Wangchun shook his head: "You shouldn't, how could you? You are just a seventeen-year-old child. There are some things and pressures, don't hold them in your heart, if you feel unhappy, go talk to Lao Xu , or talk to me, my office door is always open for you."
From the previous life to the present, there are very few teachers who talk to Ye Cheng in this "elder of the family" tone.
The teachers in the attached middle school are all robots, and they only care about the students' learning.
After coming to No. 13 Middle School, many teachers made him feel unassuming—they were serious and treated these students as their own "bad kids".
In the attached middle school, the teachers may think that you should be more mature, you should have a strong ability to withstand pressure, you should never be worrying about others, and you should be a model and good baby.
And after going to college, as an adult, the tutor will naturally not treat you as a child.
People like Xu Chao and Hua Wangchun are completely different from them.
Less social fame and complexity, more pure and warm in the ivory tower.
This was the first time Ye Cheng felt after transferring to another school that besides Lu Xiao, this school might also have other meanings to him.
In addition to the teachers, there is also a group of students who are completely different from the attached middle school.
Although they are not perfect, they make people feel relaxed and happy.
"Okay, thank you teacher." Ye Cheng nodded to him.
Hua Wangchun smiled at him, and then left in peace.
When school was over in the evening, a group of people went to practice for Jiang Yirong.
She was very popular at school, and came to several tables during meals.
This sister is also a hidden rich second generation, and with a big wave of her hand, she booked that shop.
Satiated with wine and food, a few good players met again to sing K.
Jiang Yirong drank some wine, shook the dice loudly, and suggested: "Anyway, this is the last meeting, let's play truth or dare, I want to hear your truth."
Everyone said that today she is in charge and she wants to play whatever she wants.
Jiang Jin immediately brought an empty wine bottle and put it on the table.
The tables in the private room are relatively small, and everyone is sitting next to each other.
Jiang Yirong saw Lu Xiao and Ye Cheng huddling together on a chair, and said with a smile, "You two are so close, whoever gets in the middle?"
"Drinking is mine, he can't drink it." Lu Xiao threw a peanut into his mouth.
Tan Xiaoqi and Jiang Yirong looked at each other and smiled knowingly at the same time.
"Then all the truth is his?" Jiang Yirong said.
"It can also be counted as mine." Lu Xiao stuck.
Everyone laughed.
Ye Cheng also smiled: "It's okay, I can do everything, let's start."
Jiang Jin stood up, held the bottle with one hand, and said, "Beauty, do you want to take a breath of fairy air?"
Jiang Yirong blew on his hand cooperatively and smiled sweetly.
"Let's see who will be the lucky one first in this wave." Jiang Jin worked hard, and the bottle spun.
Everyone looked at the table, the mouth of the bottle stopped slowly, and pointed Jiang Yirong impartially.
"Bah!" She immediately turned violent, and everyone roared with laughter.
"Jiang Jin, can you do it?!"
"I'm dying of laughter, it's better not to blow."
Jiang Jin stammered, "I, I didn't do it on purpose."
Jiang Yirong flicked her hair: "Come on, let's be honest or take a big risk."
Tan Xiaoqi took the initiative and said, "I'll come and I'll come, just tell the truth."
She exchanged a look with Jiang Yirong, and said, "You are going to transfer school soon, from all of you here, choose someone to say what you most want to say to him."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Cheng felt Lu Xiao's arm froze.
Jiang Jin lowered his head silently, drinking the wine in his glass.
Jiang Yirong did not disappoint everyone, she pointed with her hand and said, "Lu Xiao."
"I want to tell you that I wish you your wish come true, you are a very good person." She said calmly.
There was no confession or melancholy, she ended her relationship with this person very satisfactorily.
Lu Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, you are the same, although I don't like good people cards very much."
Jiang Yirong clinked glasses with him with a smile, and drank it down in one gulp.
Just as Jiang Jin was about to start the next round, she said again: "Can I choose another one?"
Tan Xiaoqi immediately said, "Of course."
Jiang Yirong said: "Then choose Jiang Jin."
Jiang Jin's movements stopped, and he froze in place, staring blankly at her.
"I wish you to become a painter in the future and hold a painting exhibition of your own. You agreed to draw a portrait for me, and don't forget it in the future."
Jiang Jin's expression was dazed, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he nodded vigorously.
When Li Junxiao saw this posture, he was afraid that he would cry, so he rushed to spin the bottle and said, "Come on, come on, next round."
Everyone returned to the game, he turned hard, and the bottle gradually stopped.
This time it stopped between Lu Xiao and Ye Cheng.
Before the others could speak, Lu Xiao said, "Let me ask you the truth too."
As he spoke, he filled up the cup in front of Ye Cheng: "You don't need to answer, I'll drink for you."
Tan Xiaoqi laughed secretly, and mouthed to Jiang Yirong: "Look, I'll just say it."
Ye Cheng smiled and said, "You are forcing me to answer."
"You can also ignore Brother Xiao and let him drink for you, anyway, he likes to drink." Li Junxiao said watching the excitement without thinking too much about it.
Lu Xiao licked her fangs and said, "A very simple question, what do you want to do most?"
"Wow—" everyone booed.
Ask one's ideals on this game.
Either care about him, or care about him a lot.
Ye Cheng looked at him: "You want to know this?"
Lu Xiao put away her smile and nodded.
They were very close, and even though the surrounding lights were dim, he could still see a clear smile in those beautiful eyes.
"It has been realized." Ye Cheng's tone suddenly became very light, "I am doing what I want to do most now."
Lu Xiao raised her eyebrows in confusion: "Tell me more specifically? Full marks in the exam, or volunteering for Hua Wangchun?"
Ye Cheng didn't hit his provocative method, and said calmly: "This is the second question."
Lu Xiao was taken to death by him, so he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky: "Well, I can't play you with word games."
They played until after twelve o'clock, during which Jiang Jin put his head on the ashtray and yelled "I'm an idiot" to the waiter ten times, which was recorded by Jiang Yirong and sent to their temporary group.
Li Junxiao was asked to have sex with Tan Xiaoqi, and the two entangled shamelessly, but it was Lu Xiao who kicked them away in the end.
After coming out of the private room, everyone went to the river to blow off the smell of alcohol.
As late autumn approached, the phoenix trees on both sides of the street fell to the ground, and a group of boys and girls walked shoulder to shoulder to the riverside.
Jiang Yirong was wearing a dress and couldn't help shivering when blown by the wind.
She leaned against the railing and looked at the two people below who were taking selfies.
I don't know if he is looking at Lu Xiao or Jiang Jin.
Suddenly, a coat fell on her shoulders.
Jiang Yirong turned her head and saw Ye Cheng's profile.
Her family works in the entertainment industry, and she has seen many delicate-looking starlets. But there is rarely a person who makes her feel amazing after watching it once, and will still be amazing the second or third time.
"Thank you," she said.
Ye Cheng glanced at her: "Didn't you say you have something to tell me?"
Jiang Yirong was a little confused tonight, and only then remembered this.
"I'm sorry, I was influenced by Jiang Jin, and I almost forgot." She straightened her temples that were blown by the wind and said, "Before I say these words, can I ask you what you think of Lu Xiao?"
Ye Cheng faced her and said, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yirong looked at him without dodging: "Is he important to you?"
Hearing this question, Ye Cheng didn't know what to think of.
He hooked the corners of his mouth and said casually, "I transferred to Thirteen High School just for him."
Jiang Yirong was slightly taken aback, but seeing that he didn't want to talk more, she didn't ask further.
She nodded, as if she had made up her mind: "Okay, then I'll tell you straight. I suspect that Lu Xiao's father is violent and caused both physical and mental harm to his mother."
The smile on Ye Cheng's mouth disappeared instantly: "What did you say?"