To Rong Wan's relief, Yuan Yun's father did not come back on National Day.
And the school only has two days off, and the rest of the time is semi-mandatory to make up classes. Rong Wan just didn't want to go out to play with Jing's father and Jing's mother, so he continued to stay at school naturally.
The weather is getting cooler day by day until mid-October.
In order to let Yuan Yun have breakfast in the morning, Rong Wan decided not to eat it at home anymore, but to pack a double portion and bring it to school together. Jing's mother is naturally very considerate, and she feels sorry for her son who is only a sophomore in high school and the pressure of study is so heavy, she can't wait to let him eat ten eggs every morning!
Yuan Yun still doesn't like to talk, but when facing Rong Wan, he seems to be much more lively than when he just started school, and he no longer rejects Rong Wan's overtures sharply and indifferently.
The two were almost inseparable at school.
When jogging in the morning, the whole class still ran in a square team in the first lap, and when the back team loosened up, Rong Wan quietly fell behind until he fell next to Yuan Yun in the last row.
Jing Yizhi's physical strength is weak, even though he doesn't feel tired mentally, his legs are already as heavy as lead. If Yuan Yun was by his side, he would silently hold his elbow and drag him to the finish line.
It's a completely different feeling when someone is running and running with trembling feet.
As if facing the wind, there was a hand behind him supporting him, letting him know that even if he lay down on the ground halfway, someone would carry him back to the finish line. He can still talk while panting, casually chatting about anything is a pleasure, of course Yuan Yun seldom utters a word, but with someone to accompany him like this, it seems that the lap of the track and field is shortened.
I didn't feel anything and ran over after a few laps.
After running the circle, two students in the class are on duty every day. Clean hallways and take out trash. Throughout last year, the number of people in the class was odd, and Yuan Yun was doing this work alone.
But now Yurong Wan is with him.
It's just that after running around, Rong couldn't lift his body, his hands were not his own, so he could only hold the stairs limply and follow Yuan Yun downstairs, go around to the big garbage dump behind the teaching building, and watch him take out the garbage , and then like a follower, with both hands in his pockets, followed him back to the classroom.
There is almost nothing to do.
At the beginning, the students in the third class watched the school grass and the class bully become good friends like watching novel animals in the zoo. After half a month of watching like this, the students in the class got used to it. It's just two boys who play better. Ban Ba is also a human being and needs friends, but the two stand together too eye-catching.
Rong Wan finds that Yuan Yun is very capable in everything, not to mention learning first, even sweeping the floor and dumping garbage is pleasing to the eye.
The sun has just risen after running the circle. The boy in a white school uniform shirt puts the garbage into the red and blue trash cans seriously. He has handsome eyes and raised eyebrows, and his skin is very white. Halo passed behind him, and the skin of his shoulder blades could be vaguely seen through a thin layer of cloth.
This kind of time is very beautiful, Rong Wan almost indulged in this kind of time with enjoyment.
Not only that, Yuan Yun is the tallest in the class, sometimes the math teacher writes densely packed questions on the top edge of the blackboard, and the students have to move a stool to step on the blackboard if they want to clean it, but Yuan Yun can do it neatly without tiptoe Wipe it clean.
But even so, people in the class naturally dare not ask Yuan Yun to clean the blackboard. Even if they know that he is a good student, his indifferent eyes staring at everyone is still hard to get along with each other easily.
Yuan Yun would only help Rong finish wiping the blackboard.
The whole class only needs to finish cleaning the blackboard and do sanitation on duty.
But there are also things Yuan Yun is extremely bad at doing, such as untangling headphone cables and peeling eggs.
Rong Wan found that every time he peeled the eggs, they would be pitted, like the surface of the moon. This happened once or twice, and then I simply snatched it over, and I did everything for myself.
"Okay, let's eat, you have to drink all the milk." Rong Wan smiled and peeled the egg, inserted the straw into the milk box, and pushed them together in front of Yuan Yun.
Although Yuan Yun was still not used to it, he no longer refused. He ate the egg, held the milk carton in his hand, fiddled with the straw, and took a few sips.
Rong Wan let go of his heart and concentrated on eating his own.
He eats slightly differently from Jing Yizhi. Jing Yizhi is careless, holding a flower roll in one hand, and playing games with one hand, but Rong is very serious after eating. The outermost circle is hard, and then eat the favorite circle of softness inside. Head a little bit, and after eating a little bit, turn the noodle nest in half a circle, like a squirrel eating seriously.
Eating like this is all about enjoying. In the Jing family, he naturally wants to be like Jing Yizhi everywhere, but at school it doesn't matter so much.
Halfway through eating, Rong Wan felt that Yuan Yun was still staring at him, so he turned his head sideways.
Yuan Yun looked at him unexpectedly, was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned away his dark eyes, and lowered his head to read the book in a concealed manner.
How could Rong Wan not seize this opportunity to tease him, so he raised his eyebrows: "Brother Yun, are you happy watching? Want to eat from my hand?"
Yuan Yun stared at the book, frowned, and shook his head.
"Try it? How do you know it tastes bad if you don't taste it?" Rong Wan would not let him go easily, and leaned over after speaking, and smiled and sent the unbitten side of the dimple to Yuan Yun's mouth, of course he He was joking, he knew that Yuan Yun didn't like to eat fried food, Yuan Yun always ate lightly, and it would be uncomfortable to eat oily food.
It's just a matter of teasing.
But unexpectedly, after Yuan Yun looked at him for a while, he suddenly said "um", lowered his head, took a small bite of the dimple of his face, and swallowed it.
After a while, he frowned in disgust, and commented lightly: "It's not delicious."
Rong Wan looked at the dimples on his hands that had been bitten and was stunned...
Although Yuan Yun's indifferent and sharp coat has faded in front of him, he still speaks very little, very little - so little that he can just let one person talk all day long, Yuan Yun either looks at himself expressionlessly, Or just make a monosyllable like "um", as if squeezed out of the throat. Unless it was blocked by Guan Yuping and the others that day, Yuan Yun basically didn't say anything that wasn't necessary. When he ran in the morning, he was always pulling him to talk nonsense, and he just listened.
It's delicious to start communicating with myself now!
Big progress!
Rong Wan's mood at this time is no less than seeing a babbling baby who can only crawl all this time start to stand up unsteadily and walk towards him! —Although this metaphor is a bit rotten, his heart is indeed happy and excited at this moment!
"Say a few more words, Brother Yun?!" Rong Wan's eyes were full of smiles, and he leaned over tirelessly and asked, "Do you want to eat more?"
Yuan Yun ignored him now, pressed his forehead and pushed his head away, staring at the book, trying to hide the expression on his face.
After a while, he grabbed the milk on the table and took a sip.
The book didn't turn a page for a long time.
Rong finished his breakfast and didn't bother to continue eating. He smiled and leaned on the table with his head on his elbows and stared at Yuan Yun until Yuan Yun was a little sullen and his ears were slightly red. He stretched out a hand and turned his head to the front. blackboard.
After eating, the small plastic bag on the table was full of egg shells and soy milk cups.
Yuan Yun would carry it and throw it away together.
There was no one around at this moment in the morning, and all the classmates had gone to the cafeteria to have breakfast, only a few people like Rong Wan brought breakfast. So this time is the most relaxing time.
After breakfast, lie on the table and play games for a while, and open the window to enjoy the wind.
After the school learned the truth about the Wang Zixuan incident, it considered deleting Yuan Yun's punishment from the file last semester. Rong Wan knew about this matter from Lao Lin, so he has been paying close attention to it, but unfortunately, the punishment that was finally included in the file still cannot be deleted.
Rong Wan was actually quite anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to tell Yuan Yun.
Yuan Yun himself must not care.
But Rong Wan was concerned, he was already thinking about finding his father, Father Jing, but he didn't know if Father Jing would help. Jing's father has a lot of things to do every day, and he will definitely help his son, but to help an outsider? Then it's hanging!
I'm afraid that when he finds out about the school, he will be banned from interacting with Yuan Yun.
Fortunately, Lao Lin, the head teacher, couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked someone from the school to manage the school, and explained the whole story clearly in the column of punishment in Yuan Yun's file.
In this way, Yuan Yun's high school is finally free from stains.
All in all, everything is going in a good direction.
System: "The healing value of the target character is 30, and the current healing degree is 30."
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That is, the mid-term exam that Rong Wan and Lao Lin bet on changing seats is coming soon. Although Rong Wan has the cheat of the system, he dare not underestimate the enemy. Torn apart alive? Therefore, before the midterm exam came, I refused all the activities of playing basketball, and I also studied my homework very carefully after returning home.
On Yuan Yun's father's side, Rong Wan kept asking the system to keep an eye on him—fortunately, nothing happened. Under normal circumstances, Yuan Yun's father would not go home easily. Yuan Yun is usually at home alone, so it is safer.
Although Rong Wan didn't say anything, the first thing he did when he came to school every morning was to see if there were any new wounds on Yuan Yun's body. Yuan Yun's father can let the system help to keep an eye on him, but if Yuan Yun wants to fight with people outside the school, he can't keep an eye on him.
But fortunately, from the last time he got a wound on his arm until now, Yuan Yun has never been hurt or fought again.
The day before the mid-term exam, Class Three was like a carnival. The more the exam came, the more it was like going to the gallows, the last indulgence. The teachers were handing out papers for the students to study by themselves, and the classroom was filled with flying sky!
Yuan Yun is not affected by anything, he can keep calm and quiet in this state where others are anxious, and review carefully from beginning to end. But I couldn't do it after I finished it. It was the second time I was in high school, and with the pressure on my heart, the more I got to the exam, the more I couldn't stretch the string.
After doing homework for a while, two boys came to Rong Wan to play backgammon. Playing backgammon in high school is nothing more than drawing horizontal and vertical lines on a notebook, two people play like this, you have a solid circle and I have a hollow circle. Rong Wan still thought it was strange, since there was no such game when he was in high school. So he soon started playing with that boy with relish.
That boy taught Rong Wan, and ended up losing several games in a row to Rong Wan! Immediately feeling disappointed, he yelled: "No more, no more, school grass, you can find someone else to download."
Rong Wan held him back with unsatisfied intentions: "Don't! You just got excited!"
The boy refused to play any more.
When Rong Wan was excited, he was disappointed, always unwilling, turned to look at Yuan Yun, saw Yuan Yun's side face was quiet and indifferent, staring at the topic meticulously, suddenly wanted to disturb him very badly. How can I not play games in high school, I am already the first in the class and still do the questions, when the time comes, the smart little brain will be stupid!
He poked Yuan Yun once and asked, "Brother Yun, can you play backgammon?"
Yuan Yun continued to write the question with a blank face, ignoring him.
"Come on!" Rong Wan lay down on the table, trying to drag away the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulations under his hands. How long has it been since I made this book? finished
Yuan Yun raised his head and glanced at him, moved the book to the wall, a little far away from him, and continued writing.
"..."
The first place in the whole grade really didn't happen overnight, he was studying hard even when others were making noise. Rong Wan tsk tsk tsk in his heart, but he didn't bother Yuan Yun anymore, after all, both he and Yuan Yun knew that the only way to get rid of their current family was the college entrance examination. Yuan Yun is still a teenager now, but his mind is much clearer than him!
Rong couldn't find anyone, and it just so happened that the math class representative over there also won a lot of people, and there was no opponent in chess, it was a girl, the two looked at each other, and they were immediately excited. She said to Rong Rong from a distance: "Are you coming to my side or shall I go to your side? You and me at the same table and change seats?"
"I'll go to your side!" Rong Wan picked up his notebook and pen and was about to rush there.
As soon as he stood up, he was pulled by the collar—Rong Wan was taken aback, and was dragged back by Yuan Yun.
Yuan Yun slapped the blank notebook on the table expressionlessly, drew a chessboard with one hand, raised his eyelids and stared at him with cold eyes, and said simply and rudely: "Come on!"