moon illusion

Saturday, 7:00a.m.

Ye Zixuan got up early in the morning, stumbled from the bed and walked down the steps, turned his head inadvertently and glanced, "I...! Yun Zaiye, are you human?!" Maybe it was the shock that Ye Zixuan Xuan expressed it with his voice, and in the next second, Classmate Ye was hit by a pillow rushing towards his face from Bai Lang's bed.

"...Aren't you sleepy brother, it's the weekend!!!" Ye Zixuan was extremely shocked but had to carefully lower his voice to speak, making Yun Zaiye laugh.

"My routine is like this, besides, the experiment report that was delayed by you last night has not been finished yet..." Yun Zaiye once again despised himself in his heart, there was no task completed on the same day in history, it is really... ashamed! ! !

After a while, Ye Zixuan finished washing, dressed like a dog, and was ready to go out.

I have to say, although Ye Zixuan doesn't look very reliable... In fact, he is not very reliable... But, as the ancestors said, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle.

Ye Zixuan was wearing a black shirt, which set off his youthful and tall figure.Ye Zixuan is a little stronger than Yun Zaiye, and his muscle lines are more obvious. The silk shirt outlines the lines of the young man very well.On the leg is a pair of overalls, the elastic of the trousers is just above the ankle, revealing a white ankle.

It's just...the whole pair of trousers has no more than six pockets and countless streamers...forgive Yun Zaye, he really can't appreciate it...

"What? You suddenly changed your gender? You woke up so early!" Yun Zaiye questioned his soul.

"No, do you think I want to, buddy?! Isn't this the program that several clubs have prepared at the Social Federation today, and they have to go to review it, and if it doesn't work, they have to go back and prepare again. Time is very tight!"

"Well, it's normal, let's seek his own government in his position! Classmate Ye, I like you, go!" Yun Zaiye got up and patted Ye Zixuan on the shoulder, picked up his cup and turned to the water dispenser.

From time to time, Ye Zixuan came from behind and stuck to Yun Zaye, "Hey, brother!"

Yun Zaiye shook his hand, a few drops of water in the cup splashed out, and slipped from the back of his hand to the ground...

"Tsk...you have something to say, don't stick me so close." Yun Zaiye said while avoiding Ye Zixuan who was pasting him, and walked towards the seat.

"No, I'm afraid of disturbing others! Besides, buddy, I'm a man, why are you hiding..."

"If you have something to say, hurry up!" Yun Zaiye patted Ye Zixuan's hand away as if he had a premonition.

"Then what... what you promised me last night, don't go back on it..." Ye Zixuan rubbed his hands and looked at Yun Zaiye flatteringly.

"If you bother me again, I will go back on my word."

"Hey, don't, don't, I'm leaving now. I'll bring you the manuscript tonight. Goodbye..." The moment the door was closed, the world returned to silence.

Satisfied with his ambition, Yun Zai continued to write the report, but he didn't know that...my aunt didn't know either...he was sold by his brother, and he was helping to count the money...

Duhe No. [-] Middle School was quieter today than usual. After all, it was Saturday. Except for the senior three students who were staying in school to make up lessons, the first and second grade students went home to enjoy life.

With a "bang", a stack of papers was placed on the desk, shaking up a piece of chalk dust.

Zhao Lu, the homeroom teacher and math teacher of Class [-] of the third year of high school, only teaches the graduating class. For six consecutive years, the college entrance examination scores of the class she led ranked first among the thirteen middle schools in the city, and she also consistently ranked among the top in the provincial rankings. three.Class No. [-] of Senior Three is equipped with such a teacher as the head teacher. It is obvious that this year's college entrance examination, Class No. [-] of Senior No. [-] will once again create the myth that the whole class will pass the first line.

"I will comment on the test papers in the first two classes this morning, and then complete a set of papers in the third and fourth classes. I will comment on the self-study tomorrow night."

As soon as the words fell, there were complaints in twos and threes from under the podium, "Weekend..." "There are papers for other subjects!" "Mathematics really kills me..." "It's over, I'm going to be cold again for summing numbers! "

"Ahem, what's the matter? Do you think the task is too heavy? In fact, it's okay if you don't do it. I won't force you. If you don't want to, I will allow you to do other things. It's just the gap between you and other students... I think you can It should be counted." Zhao Lu stood on the podium and looked around, "Class representative, come up and distribute the papers, and we will start commenting on the test papers."

Soon, there were two more papers on everyone's desk, one corrected and one blank.There was another sound of "snuffling" and error correction books, correction tape, and ballpoint pens of various colors appeared in everyone's hands.

"Come on, the first question of the multiple-choice question, students who need to comment and comment raise their hands." There was no sound in the classroom, "Very good, no matter how wrong this question is, I don't think I need to take the college entrance examination this year. There should be hope for the next year of study. One question, raise your hand."

The classroom was still quiet, so I jumped to the ninth question, and some people raised their hands in twos and threes.Zhao Lu glanced at a few people,

"No. 12, go up and draw the picture on the blackboard. Do you need the tenth question?" Then several more people raised their hands, "No. [-], go and draw the tenth question on the blackboard."

"No. 11, [-] questions... Come on, if you are right, raise your hand and let me see." Several students raised their hands laughingly.

"No. [-], aren't you a full score paper? Why don't you raise your hand." Qi Fengyao stopped writing, took out the full score paper, pressed it on the half-finished new paper, raised his head and said: "I have a full score, calculate it yourself, Judge for yourself, you have made the right choice, you are not fooled, why raise your hand.”

Whispering voices began to sound in the quiet classroom, "Isn't it a perfect score? The shelf is so big..." "Don't say it, isn't No.2 seven points worse than him? He has capital..."

"Ahem, be quiet! The picture is finished, let's start talking about the questions, let's look at the ninth question..."

Zhao Lu was actually very distressed by this student named Qi Fengyao.When he was still in the second year of high school, he was well-known among the teachers in the school because he participated in the National Physics Competition for Middle School Students, entered the final with a high score of 390 and achieved the national No.5 result.At that time, Zhao Lu had never met this student, but from the mouths of other teachers and classmates, she established a unique image that was different from ordinary top students.

She is introverted, doesn't talk much, has almost no friends, and only talks a few words with Meng Yuan, who is at the same table; she is exceptionally strong, and in the three years of school, except for two sick leave and failed to take the exam, her ranking at other times is always in the top The first grader; very thoughtful and stubborn, no one can persuade him, he always makes his own decisions.He didn't have the humility and respect of other top students facing their teachers, but he didn't show his proud or complacent side because of his excellence.

It's too calm, no one, no matter, can bring him out of his own world, and he will always look cool and indifferent, and he will not be soft or hard.

During the break after two classes, everyone rushed out of the classroom to scatter as soon as they heard the bell.

Zhao Lu stood on the podium sorting out the lesson plans, and glanced at Qi Fengyao who was still immersed in the papers, "Fengyao, come to the office."

Even standing in the office, Qi Fengyao still looks indifferent to everything.The young man's gaze flicked over the teacher's shoulder, avoiding the half-dead spider plant on the window sill, protruding from the window and extending into the distance, without focus.

"Fengyao, I think the homework I assigned should be easy for you. You don't need to catch up with the homework when you are giving comments in class. Understanding one question is more useful than doing hundreds of questions, what do you think?"

"I know all those questions." The boy's gaze came back a bit, but his eyes were still foggy and unfocused.

"The teacher knows that you know it well, and you got a full score, but you can listen to the teacher's explanation process. Maybe there will be other ideas that are simpler or better understood?"

"No, my solution is the simplest."

……

really.Although Zhao Lu had expected this result, it was inevitable that she felt disappointed in her heart, not for Qi Fengyao, but for herself.

"Then... you can go back first. If you finish the paper ahead of time, you can bring it over for me to correct."

"Okay, thank you teacher." The boy nodded slightly, turned and left the office.

I can't say I hate it. In fact, Qi Fengyao seems to have never seriously hated anyone, and the math teacher is no exception.But in the same way, Qi Fengyao seems to have never seriously liked anyone, even his parents.

No, there is one person who is different.That person really made him interested—on the newspaper that he pressed in the drawer, under the huge headline "Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School Genius Senior Freshman, Won the First Prize in the National Physics Competition" was Yun Zaiye. With a younger face, holding a certificate in his hand, he smiled unnaturally at the camera.

Qi Fengyao remembered very clearly that the boy named Yun Zaiye scored a high score of 396 that year, which was only four points away from the full score. It was the highest score achieved by Province Z in this competition in the past ten years. Qi Fengyao's score of 390 is the second highest score in Province Z.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Xiao Yao, open the door, I'm peeling apples! Ye Zixuan must have forgotten his key again!"

"Here we come..." Qingchen ran to the door while wiping the water stains on his hands.

"Hey, thank you, Xiao Yao! Then who... is Yun Zaiye?"

"Ah...he's in the bathroom. He's been in for a while, and he should be coming out soon."

"Well, okay, then I'll wait for him, hahaha, I want to show him the script I asked someone to write specially for him..." As he spoke, he sat down on the stairs next to Yun Zaiye's desk.

After a while, Yun Zaye came out, the water on his hair hadn't been wiped dry, it trickled down the back of his neck, soaking a small piece of his white T-shirt.

Seeing Ye Zixuan sitting on his own stairs, his expression changed immediately, and his brows frowned, "You, you, hurry up, who made you sit on my stairs wearing outer pants! You hurry up and change your pants, by the way Wipe my stairs clean!"

Ye Zixuan, who was kicked up, obviously didn't expect that Yun Zaiye's cleanliness had reached such a state of perfection, and he immediately felt desolate...

"Brother, then what, I won't sit down anymore. This is the draft of the host, please take a look, and you can help to correct the bad parts, I...I'm going to take a shower, let's talk after I come out!" Ye Zixuan sent the draft to the As soon as Yun Zaiye stuffed himself in his arms, he rushed to the balcony.

Bai Lang, as the VIP auditorium of the audience (Bai Lang is Yun Zaiye's opposite bed), naturally watched this farce from the best angle. "Then what... I ran pretty fast, and I didn't see if I brought the towel..."

Bai Lang's voice was not over yet, only Ye Zixuan's call came from the bathroom - "Xiao Yao, bring me some shampoo and shower gel, take that towel too! And there are... Take the pajamas by the bed too..."

Yun Zaiye and Bai Lang shook their heads helplessly after looking at each other, Ye Zixuan could only order this good-tempered little Yao Chenchen.

Turning around, Yun Zaiye flipped through the crumpled host manuscript on the table that had been rubbed by Ye Zixuan.

The first row is the names of the four hosts. Apart from my own name, there are two other hosts from the school radio station, but there is one more... Ye Zilan?