Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

At that time, Lu Ziming pointed at him in disbelief: "What did you say? You asked me to help you deliver a love letter to the nerd sitting next to me? Is your brain rusted?"

This was the first time that such a good girl and student dared to approach him. After all, he had a bad reputation and many people avoided him when they saw him.

The girl looked shy and said, "I am embarrassed to give it to him personally, and I don't want too many people to know. So I would like you to just give it to him during class. Mr. Lu, please, I will buy you some water some other day."

Lu Ziming: “…”

He really couldn't understand why this girl, who wasn't even afraid of him, was afraid to send a love letter to Su He.

It was from then on that Lu Ziming noticed his deskmate and discovered that this guy was a pretty nice person besides studying. Whenever someone came to him with a question, he would explain it patiently. If there was no water in the classroom, he would take the initiative to fetch it and then put it in the water dispenser.

At that time, the classroom was still on the fifth floor and the school didn't have an elevator, so this person had to run up and down several times.

Su He doesn't talk much on weekdays and looks a bit cold, but he has a sincere heart.

Once when buying materials, a female classmate lost her money and cried out in panic. This man found out when he collected the money, and without thinking, he took out a week's living expenses to pay for the girl.

The seats in their class are changed every week, but Lu Ziming and his classmates always sit in the last row, and the head teacher just turns a blind eye to it, as long as these little guys don't fight too much and don't disturb others from studying.

It’s strange to say, but every time Su He changed his seat to the back, Lu Ziming would come to class every day for those weeks and secretly pass notes to Su He.

The relationship between the two may not seem very close, but they are real brothers.

Chang Qing explained those complicated and difficult questions to Lu Ziming in a very simple way. Unknowingly, the other students had surrounded them and were listening quietly.

Even the boy whose seat Lu Ziming had taken came back and just stood in the aisle with his butt sticking out, quietly listening to Chang Qing's lecture.

"In fact, most of the questions are basic questions, just a change of name. Look at this question, it mainly tests the derivative of the function, continuity, and inequality..."

The male student whispered, "Lu Ziming, bring me my pen and draft paper."

"I have it here."

Changqing's deskmate Tao Xingqing tore off a piece of draft paper and took out a pen from his pencil case.

"I only have a red pen. You can use it first and then fill it in the notebook when the time comes."

Seeing that everyone was listening attentively, Chang Qing flipped through a few sets of similar questions that appeared on the college entrance examination papers in previous years, raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Take a look at these questions."

"Ah, and I'll use it as I learn it."

Tao Xingqing complained, then wrote down the important numbers in the question on a piece of draft paper and started to do the questions with his head down.

In fact, Chang Qing had taught her this type of questions several times, and she could do it, but every time she saw Chang Qing helping others with the questions, she would just listen along.

Chang Qing, wearing a white T-shirt, leaned back in his chair, took a sip of orange-flavored soda, and felt the bubbles filling his mouth. The sticky and burning feeling of September was swept away. He looked at the piles of books on every table in the classroom, many of which had been crumpled into a ball.

"Su He, I've finished writing." Tao Xingqing put down her pen, her eyes shining, and smiled at Chang Qing somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's awesome."

Chang Qing picked up the draft paper and took a look. Both the process and the result were correct. He couldn't help but praise it. Then he wrote down a few questions he saw on the Internet a few days ago in the notebook: "Take these questions back and take a look. If you don't understand them when you come back tomorrow, I will explain them to you again."

Tao Xingqing nodded, collected the math, English, and chemistry homework and put them into her schoolbag, then looked at the others with a smile.

"Then you guys sit down first, I still have to catch the bus."

"Bye, see you tomorrow."

The classmates greeted Tao Xingqing one after another, and then lowered their heads to do their homework.

"Su He, I still can't do it."

A little fat boy with a gloomy face immediately took Tao Xingqing's place and looked at Chang Qing pitifully.

Probably everyone has such a classmate during their school days, who looks a little chubby, not very tall, with skin whiter than some of the female classmates, gentle and honest, with a cute smile, and can get along with anyone.

"I was called to the office by my math teacher again today, and he asked me directly if I had any problem with him."

The fat boy made a bitter face, pulled out a math book from the table, and fondly stroked the word "math". Then he pretended to hit his head with the math book: "Ashu, we loved each other so much back then. I even memorized the multiplication table for you! What about you? What about you?! You secretly hooked up with English and lied to me! You treated me like a complete idiot!! Ashu, we can't go back, really, we can never go back again."

The other students were also infected by this sad mood. They wiped their eyes with their hands, and sadness lingered all over their bodies.

"Ashu, when you were covered in letters and smoking a function cigarette and asked me why I couldn't understand you a little, my mind was filled with the first year I knew you. You asked me in the sun if adding brackets was too difficult and if multiplication and division were difficult for you. That year, you were pure and had nothing but numbers."

"The turbulent and prosperous world has changed Ah Shu's innocence. I vaguely remember that year when he asked me with a red face what 1+1 equals. Without thinking, I firmly told him the correct answer. Later, I understood you less and less, Ah Shu. I still remember your original appearance, but it seems that you, who were so simple, can only exist in my memory. Now, we are destined to drift apart. I can no longer give the correct answer to your question. You are a completely different person, but the world calls me stupid."

"Ashu, you really make me sick when you're in league with English. Trigonometry, you really make me sick."

Lu Ziming chuckled: "It's said that people with love brains are not suitable for studying mathematics. Ah Shu has already reminded me that two parallel lines will never intersect."

Xu Jia, who had short hair next to him, put down the novel in his hand and said quietly, "Later, the boy put down his pen and stood there waiting for the wind and for you, Ah Shu, come back. There will be no result between you and Ah Ying, that foreign curly-haired girl."

"Since I entered the third year of high school, I only give myself ten minutes a day to read novels. I hold Ah Shu in my arms and love him to death every day. I also have to take care of the sensitive and suspicious Ah Hua and the cold and indifferent Ah Wu. Brothers, who understands me?"

Chang Qing felt uncomfortable sitting all the time, so he stood up and leaned against the white wall, supporting his upper body with his arms. He half-leaned up and looked at the scenery outside the window on the other side of the classroom, looking at the gradually darkening sky.

At this age, one has both the innocence of a child and the spirit of a teenager, just like the vibrant weeds outside the window, which are still so green that they make one's heart throb even at dusk.