There are only two things in this world that can resist old traumas, time and new nightmares—yes, registrations for the fourth and sixth grades are starting again.
Although students whose exams were interrupted during the virus outbreak, according to the system records, they can apply directly this time without paying the registration fee, but for Song Fei, who is struggling with English, this comfort cannot erase the psychological shadow brought by the exam itself.
Objectively speaking, Song Fei's scumbag attributes are all due to his own efforts - working hard to eat and sleep, working hard to slip away from class, and working hard to let himself go. If not, he would not be reduced to the ranks of the underachievers, after all, he was admitted to the university based on his ability.
However, his skill in English is definitely innate.
Many students who are good at English cannot understand the fact that he is good at Chinese but poor at English. Because in the eyes of these students, the two senses of language have something in common, and the rest is nothing more than memorizing words and memorizing grammar.
Song Fei admits that he doesn't have enough vocabulary, but even if he occasionally encounters an article that he can understand most of the words, in the end he can comprehend the irrelevant meaning, which is really indescribably sad.
So at the end of the college entrance examination, it was also a few other subjects that performed well, with super performance but still tearful English scores, and it was a thrill to pass the score line of this university.
When he entered the university, while he relaxed other subjects, he simply put English on hold. At the end of each semester, the English teacher gave him a passing mark with compassion.
However, the marking teachers for grades four and six were not so kind.
Song Fei even felt that after seeing his poor composition, the teacher might deduct a few points to ease the anger of an educator.
So he signed up again and again, took exams again and again, and got terrible scores again and again, which made him more and more frustrated.
After seeing his outrageous test scores, Qi Yan once vowed to help him overcome difficulties. Of course, there is no need to say more about the following things. A pair of labor swallows flew away, and only the fourth-level laughing spring breeze.
During the two months when the corpse tide broke out, Song Fei thought countless times that as long as he could survive the disaster, he would definitely study hard, make progress every day, and cherish every inch of time in the university.
In fact he did.
Sit forward actively in get out of class, do not miss a single word, concentrate on it, do your homework first and then read the book after class, be meticulous, review the past and learn the new.
Qi Yan was very happy about this. Several times Song Fei looked at the book in the study room of the library, and he felt something weird, when he raised his eyes, it must be the consoling and loving eyes of his boyfriend Lao Huai.
Everything was going in a good direction, until the weekend morning when the exam registration deadline, the door of Room 440 was knocked.
The bed vacated by Wang Qingyuan has never been filled, and there are only Song Fei, Ren Zhe and Xiang Yang in the 440 at the moment, who are sleeping all over the place.
The latter two didn't know whether they were dead asleep or unwilling to move, they just couldn't afford it anyway.
Song Fei had no choice but to open the door in a trance, only to see Handsome Qi with a provocative smile.
"Today...isn't the weekend?" With his bird's nest head on his head, Song Fei hadn't fully woken up yet, but since the beginning of school, weekends have been used to sleep until he wakes up naturally, so when Qi Yan came here at this time, he didn't know what was going on.
"It's the weekend." As Qi Yan said, he couldn't help pinching his face. Song Fei when he was half asleep and half awake was the most painful.
Song Fei frowned, so full of doubts that he didn't notice that he was being molested: "Then you come..."
"Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, let's go to the library, there will be no room any later."
"Isn't the study time Monday to Friday?"
"Who decided?"
"I thought it was an unspoken rule between the two of us..."
"It's changed now, no, it should start today, we have entered a new stage."
"What stage?"
"Level 4 and 6 full-strength sprint period."
"..."
Song Fei was shocked and woke up completely.
As the door of 440 was closed again, Ren Zhe and Xiang Yang, who were still on the bed in the room, emerged from the quilt, looked at each other with emotion in their eyes—gay men are different, and they are so positive when they are in a relationship.
At that time, Song Fei had already embarked on a long journey with English books, dictionaries, and real questions on his back.
On the campus morning on weekends, there is a lazy sense of ease.
Song Fei and Qi Yan walked side by side on Xuezi Avenue, the early autumn wind was blowing on their faces, and there was still a trace of warmth.
"It's also the weekend when the virus breaks out." After walking quietly for a while, Song Fei suddenly said.
Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't always think about the past, focus more on the future."
Song Fei took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly, feeling that what her boyfriend said made sense: "I have a natural problem with English, really, don't put too much hope in it."
Qi Yan never expected it to be such a "future", and he was so angry that he felt a little disappointed: "If you haven't started to work hard, and you set a result for yourself, then the result really can't be changed."
Song Fei pursed his lips tightly and swallowed his rebuttal.
Qi Yan is much gentler than before. If you put the former Qi Yan into the context just now, you will definitely say that your English is for yourself, not for me. What do you mean let me not hold on to hope? !
So he can no longer be the same as before, thinking it was useless work before doing anything, and then unilaterally think that the boyfriend who forced himself to do these useless efforts is a heinous crime, and he doesn't know how to empathize, let alone sympathize with others.
"Why don't you talk anymore?" Quietness and obedience have never been Song Fei's style, which made Qi Yan a little uncertain, and his tone became more and more gentle.
Song Fei was a little uncomfortable, so he didn't show any face at all: "Can you speak in a normal tone?"
Qi Yan was a little embarrassed by the complaints, so he simply stopped pretending and rubbed Song Fei's hair angrily: "Is it okay, let's talk about it after working hard!"
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him and sighed loudly: "Obey!"
While talking, the two had already arrived at the library, but unexpectedly the library was overcrowded!
I don’t know if yesterday’s registration deadline stimulated the students’ desire to work hard. I walked through two study rooms in a row, and the attendance rate was over 80%. The remaining 20% were empty and occupied various objects , declaring future sovereignty.
It was not until the third study room that I barely found a place.
"What should I do?" The study room is very big, although no one spoke, but with the windows open, it was a little noisy, so Song Fei lowered his voice so that it would not be so conspicuous.
Qi Yan said, "Sit down, I'll look elsewhere."
"If we don't sit together, how can you supervise...?" Song Fei originally wanted to talk about monitoring, but when it came to his lips, he was still euphemistic.
However, Qi Yan has already seen through everything: "I will come here from time to time to supervise the work from the glass on the door."
Song Fei's spine shivered: "You remind me of the magic eyes of the head teacher outside the glass of the back door in the self-study class in high school."
"I'm different," Qi Yan smiled, and leaned close to Song Fei's ear, almost whispering, "I have feelings."
The hairs all over Song Fei's body stood up: "Can you be any more nasty?"
Qi Yan thought for a while: "Yes."
Song Fei's black line: "You really do everything you can to motivate me."
"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt you young couple," the boy who had been at the desk next to the empty seat suddenly raised his head and pointed to his seat, "but you can sit here with me."
"Are you leaving?" Qi Yan was surprised, the morning time had just begun, and it was completely unreasonable to leave at this time.
Song Fei was also surprised, but his point was not the seat, but the person: "Sui Hao?"
The thin and tall boy smiled angrily: "Thank you for finally recognizing me. That's fine, you guys learn. I'll withdraw." Without waiting for the two of them to react, he took his schoolbag and dumped all the things on the table. Received.
Song Fei 囧, hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing, it looks like we drove you away."
Sui Hao waved his hand: "I voluntarily."
Song Fei's black line: "It's more like..."
In a blink of an eye, Sui Hao packed up his things and stood up, saying neatly: "Both, please."
Qi Yan was at a loss, so he could only wait and see in silence.
Song Fei was actually not much better than him. Sui Hao is in the archeology class. We all live on the first floor, and we usually take public classes together, so we know each other well. But it's really weird to talk about this kind of "humility and friendship".
Before Song Fei could figure it out, Sui Hao, who had already stood up and carried his schoolbag, suddenly gave him a big hug.
Song Fei was hugged so hard to breathe, just about to struggle, but Sui Hao whispered in his ear: "You are from the martial arts class, right?"
Song Fei was stunned.
"Your broken voice is not distorted at all on the radio, I can hear a few words." Sui Hao let go of his arm, smiled and gave him a light punch, "You did a good job."
When Song Fei realized that he wanted to speak, he had already turned around and left, leaving only a handsome back view of the housemate.
When he was seated, Song Fei's mood was still a little bit up and down, and he couldn't get to the ground.
Qi Yan has been falling on the ground, and there is a tendency to continue to sink: "Who is it?"
"Oh, archaeologists, who live on the first floor, we all know each other."
"What did you do to him?"
"what?"
"Didn't you say that you are handsome? What did you do to him?"
"..."
Only then did Song Fei realize that Sui Hao was whispering in front of him, only the last half of the sentence was not hidden, so Qi Yan listened.
It's a really interesting situation.
Song Fei looked at her boyfriend and raised her eyebrows maliciously: "Guess."
Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slowly, didn't guess, just smiled.
After two long, quiet minutes—
Song Fei gave a black line and surrendered: "He heard that it was me on the radio."
Qi Yan was unmoved, and even slightly frowned.
Song Fei 囧: "I didn't lie to you, that's all, he must have read Weibo, and he will understand as soon as he gets in touch."
Qi Yan remained silent. It wasn't until Song Fei was getting furious that he suddenly raised his hand to pat him. The way it looked looked like dusting, and those who didn't know thought he had just come out of a sandstorm.
Song Fei was completely dazed by the filming, only to hear Qi Yan mutter unhappily: "If you have something to say, talk face to face, what are you talking about."
Song Fei blinked, a little bit following the opponent's brain circuit, followed by a burst of sweetness, sweet to the heart...
"I really want to paste you in an English newspaper."
"...it's hard for you to come up with such an inhuman idea."
There can't be more than three minutes of affection between them! ! !
After the episode, the two of them calmed down and started studying seriously.
Everyone has a set of real questions, Song Fei four, Qi Yan six.
Song Fei swears to God, his attitude is very correct, and he is really serious about doing the questions, but when an article about "Russian experts use a series of experiments to study the impact of sleep on people", he interpreted it as "Russian After the agents used a series of hypnotic methods to extract information from different populations," he finally despaired when he answered the five choices at the end of the article with joy and earnestly, but all the results were wrong.
All Mongolian C can at least be right with one, this damn hard reading comprehension is not yet accurate!
Song Feisheng had nothing to love, and he didn't dare to show it, so he could only sigh secretly, quietly stopped writing, and looked at his boyfriend from the corner of his eye.
Qi Yan, who was engrossed, could not be more handsome, just looking at the side of his face from the corner of the eye, Song Fei's heart was blown away.
However, the boyfriend's appearance cannot be exchanged for his own grade four score after all.
Song Fei put his eyes back on the real question, took a deep breath, and continued to work hard as if rushing to the execution ground!
"If it doesn't work, forget it." Qi Yan suddenly said.
Song Fei was startled, and with a shake of his hand, the tip of the mechanical pencil broke, and he hurriedly pressed a new one out, while explaining to Qi Yan: "No, I'll finish the set soon, yes, The accuracy rate is low, but everything is difficult at the beginning... "
"No, you're right. Some people are naturally sensitive to numbers, some are naturally sensitive to words, and some are naturally insensitive to English. You are such a person." Qi Yan said seriously, without any intention of joking, but also Being angry seems to be quietly stating the facts.
Song Fei swallowed her saliva: "You are suddenly so understanding, I am a little bit..."
Qi Yan took advantage of the fact that all the students around were concentrating on their studies, and quickly raised his hand to touch Song Fei's face, expressing pity and intimacy.
Song Fei was so touched that his soul was so soft, and he was thinking about it, when he saw Qi Yan handing over an envelope made of paper, and as if he didn't know the nature of the letter, there was a heart drawn on the envelope .
He was so busy looking at Qi Yan that he didn't even notice when this person wrote the letter!
Song Fei's thick-skinned was able to withstand the violence, and could not stop the pure love. Although he had already guessed in his heart, he didn't dare to believe it, so he moved his lips for a long time without making a sound, and even more so, he didn't reach out to pick it up.
Qi Yan simply stuffed the envelope into his hand, and said generously, "Love letter."
Song Fei finally found his own voice: "It's the information age, so, don't do these things..."
Qi Yan: "If you retract the corners of your mouth that reaches to the ears, it will be more convincing."
Song Fei also didn't care about the matching of words and expressions, and was about to open the envelope when he picked it up, but was stopped by Qi Yan.
"Go back and look again, I'm shy."
"..."
Doesn't this kind of flat tone and expression without any fluctuations match up with this sentence at all? ! !
Regardless of whether Qi Yan's shyness is true or not, the love letter is always in his hands. It's like hanging a carrot in front of a donkey, but not letting the donkey eat it. It's inhumane!
As if seeing his boyfriend's anxiety, Qi Yan helped him stuff the love letter and the real pencil into his schoolbag: "Go back to the dormitory."
Song Fei felt that he had received amnesty.
But he is not what he used to be, no matter how difficult English is, he still has to master it, and now he is only leaving temporarily-who let curiosity overcome self-motivation!
Throwing down the sentence "Let's have dinner together at noon", student Song blew away from the library like the wind.
He said he was going back to the dormitory, but when he walked out of the library, Song Fei couldn't wait to take the envelope out of his school bag. But being a thief is always guilty, so after taking it out, he didn't look at it right away, but ran out of Xuezi Avenue clutching the envelope, and walked all the way until he got into the grove of Mingfeng Lake, where he felt a little safe.
Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe must still be in the dormitory. If he really goes back to the dormitory, he will have no privacy at all!
With his heart beating like a drum, Song Fei opened the envelope expectantly amidst the pounding.
Qi Yan's hands are very skillful, he directly folded the letter into an envelope, and folded two sheets together, so when you take it apart, it becomes two sheets of paper full of words.
Well, it is full of English words.
... Damn it! Written in a cursive style is also 360 degrees, Thomas is fully rotated! ! !
"Ahhh—" As if matching Song Fei's state of mind, a heart-piercing howl suddenly came from the nearby forest.
Song Fei was so frightened that she forgot to scold her boyfriend, and quietly approached the source of the sound holding the letter.
"Naughty, mischievous, misch... what's behind the h!!!"
The sound became more and more familiar, and Song Fei stopped subconsciously.
Through the layers of green leaves, he saw his former comrades who fought side by side hugging the tree madly, bumping their heads from time to time, literally memorizing words with their lives.
Quietly retreating to the safe zone, Song Fei secretly took out his cell phone and dialed the number.
A not-so-real cell phone rang from the woods, and a moment later, Zhou Yiyi's voice came out of the receiver: "Song Fei?"
"Well," Song Fei held back his smile and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"
There was a little hesitation over there, and then he answered, "It's a walk by the lake."
"walk?"
"It's the weekend, come here to blow some air, take a look at the scenery, and feel refreshed."
"Excited?"
"Yes, blending into nature, what else can compare to the greenness of nature... Wait, is there something wrong with you, why are you talking strangely?"
"No, I just miss you, listen to your voice, well, I'm going to do the real test for level 4, so don't keep playing, please work hard, bye!"
After hanging up the phone, Song Fei succeeded in popping candy in silence.
Not wanting to end the music, the phone in his hand suddenly rang a short notification tone, Song Fei opened WeChat, it was a small video from Qiao Siqi, and there was a line of text - guess what Zhou Yili was doing in the woods by the lake hahahahaha!
Click on the video, and suddenly Zhou Yili hit the tree on the spot and recorded it together with the spelling of the English words!
Song Fei hastily withdrew, for fear that the loudspeaker would expose him.
In the next second, he looked around, contacted the shooting angle of the short video, and judged where another voyeur, Qiao, might be hiding.
However, before he found it, Zhou Yiyi roared not far away: "Josi Qi—"
The voice was so sincere that the birds in the forest were startled.
Song Fei thought it was Zhou Lu who had also seen the video, but as he approached the crime scene again, two voices mixed together made him understand—the two friends had already met!
Obviously, classmate Qiao couldn't hold back his loneliness and jumped out by himself.
Song Fei didn't dare to get too close, and only intermittently heard one wanting to stab the sushi gun and the other trying to pull out a Swiss knife.
It stands to reason that they are all partners who came out of the trenches, and it is so embarrassing to meet each other in battle.
But the friendship between the two is like the sea, and there is no surging without waves.
The small forest here is not suitable for staying for a long time, so Song Fei had no choice but to go to the other side, finally found a place with a pleasant view, sat on the ground, and began to translate love letters with a dictionary.
He is probably the only one in the whole world who has worked so hard to read love letters.
The translation project was much longer than he thought.
It is not only enough to know every word, but also to string together to form meanings. Sometimes if one sentence pattern is not paid attention to, the meaning will be lost. However, Qi Yan, who has suffered a thousand dollars, also likes to use complex sentence patterns, it is simply... a thousand dollars! ! !
It wasn't until noon that Song Fei probably read through two pages.
The so-called love letter is actually more like a memoir of a battle, not to mention all the confessions that make people blush and heartbeat, and most of the pages are praising the resourcefulness, kindness and bravery of the friends.
Song Fei was extremely disappointed, and re-read the letter several times without giving up, but still found nothing new.
At this time, Qi Yan called, as if counting the time: "It's time to eat."
Song Fei was unhappy: "You can eat by yourself."
Qi Yan: "Have you read the letter?"
Song Fei: "Yes."
Qi Yan: "Really?"
Song Fei: "There's no need to lie to you."
Qi Yan: "It really surprised me, I thought you had to see at least at night."
Song Fei started to fight against the case. He was very unhappy when he didn't read that it's not suitable for children. This person continued to fight: "Two pages of torn paper, I finished reading it in five minutes. A love letter of your level, bah, a love letter. It’s English composition, not to mention one, I’m like reading a hundred Chinese textbooks!”
Qi Yan: "Great, I'll send the second letter to your dormitory."
Song Fei: "..."
Qi Yan: "Fei?"
Song Fei: "I just said casually that you don't have to be so serious..."
Qi Yan: "There are surprises inside."
Song Fei: "I'll go back right away!"
The so-called surprise is that I finally have a word of praise for myself, and it is still on the third and last paragraph of the last page!
This letter was more complicated, with more new words, densely packed into three pages, and it would be evening when Song Fei finished reading the dictionary in his arms.
Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe were curious at first, what kind of love story Qi Yan wanted to say to Song Fei, but after watching their roommates' hard work all afternoon, they suddenly felt that single dogs are also very good.
With the second letter, there will be the third letter, and with the third letter, there will be the fourth letter. Except for the two letters on the first day, the rest are one letter a day. It doesn't matter what day of the week it is, whether it's separate classes or self-study together.
Qi Yan's English letter seemed to be free of money, and he wrote it for thirty days in a row, a whole month!
In fact, Song Fei understood Qi Yan's intentions by the third letter, and by the fifteenth letter, he simply made it clear to the other party, saying that he was no longer so afraid of English, so that the other party didn't have to worry about it anymore.
However, Qi Yan remained unmoved, as persistent as a... pervert.
Now that Song Fei hears the word "love letter", he wants to master his English, and if this continues, he will definitely get sick.
But on this day, he still received the thirty-second love letter.
It's still the library, or this self-study room. If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many classmates around, he would have hugged the legs of the table and cried.
Qi Yan was still so gentle: "Open it and have a look."
"No." Song Fei was completely [indifferent.jpg].
Qi Yan smiled, and suddenly said: "This is the last letter."
Song Fei was stunned, with a look of disbelief.
Qi Yan was not in a hurry, as if he was sure that Song Fei would pick it up.
Well he won again.
Song Fei sighed, took the envelope, and opened it dubiously. Before it was all opened, he widened his eyes—the paper was no longer the familiar handwritten cursive, but a well-printed reading test!
"This is your last love letter?!" Song Fei felt that the previous thirty ones combined did not have as much hatred as this one. You must know that he hasn't done any questions for a whole month. Apart from fighting wits with Qi's perverted love letters every day, he just reads words from the dictionary to prepare for the arrival of the next "challenge letter".
"Try it." Qi Yan still had that laid-back look.
Song Fei gritted his teeth and thought, do it!
I have done the reading comprehension of the first 31 letters, isn't this 32nd letter just that there are five more multiple-choice questions below the article, and I can also get three of them right!
After making up his mind, Song Fei reached out to grab the dictionary.
Qi Yan took the dictionary away one step faster than him: "Don't read it."
Song Fei's black line, but when his temper came up, he didn't care so much, so he insisted on continuing.
Gradually, Song Fei calmed down, and after reading the first natural paragraph, he completely entered the mode of reading comprehension, and then he was surprised to find that these articles that he had stumbled before suddenly became smooth, and he no longer had to half-guess, even if When I encountered one or two uncommon words, I got stuck, but after a little association with the context before and after, it all worked out!
When I started to answer the questions, my train of thought was almost unprecedentedly clear. Except for the last question, the three wrong answers were slightly confusing. For the remaining four questions, the wrong options were not even enough to interfere, and they could be ruled out at a glance!
After answering in one breath, Song Fei looked at Qi Yan in surprise, his eyes full of joy!
Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time: "Learning English, in addition to rote memorization, is actually more important than language sense. This is a language, not a science, and you can't use formulas. Everything in a sentence You know all the words, but you may not be able to understand its exact meaning. So in addition to memorizing more, you also need to read more and feel more.”
Song Fei didn't know what to say, but felt that his heart was completely filled with this person, and with every heartbeat, he could feel his weight.
"If you love me to death, just say it, don't control it." Qi Yan raised the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes.
Song Fei told him angrily: "Can you learn more good qualities from me, don't always learn this nonsense."
Qi Yan leaned down at his desk and looked at him sideways, as if he couldn't get enough of it: "When you pass the fourth level, I will take you to relax."
Song Fei was not happy: "But you won't relax?"
Qi Yan smiled: "Okay, I'll let you go too, no matter what you get in the exam, I'll let you go."
Song Feile leaned closer to classmate Qi: "Then what are your arrangements, can you disclose them in advance?"
Qi Yan: "No."
Song Fei: "Come on, you must have made arrangements, hurry up, I want spoilers!"
Qi Yan: "Uh."
Song Fei: "If you're a man, be quick!"
Qi Yan: "Waterbed Play."
Song Fei: "..."
— Who the hell is relaxing for whom? ! !