The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

After staying up all night and not getting enough sleep, in the next few days, there is no extra time to catch up on sleep, and Zhou Xing remains listless all day long.

Others are much better than him. The so-called "hardened steel" is not just bragging about writing questions all night.

Zhou Xing didn't hesitate to use it to catch up on a small holiday that was finally ushered in. He didn't wake up until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, dazed.

There was only half of the day left, but fortunately he finished the paper ahead of time, otherwise he would have been tortured at the last moment.

It took an hour to get up and eat, and it was three o'clock. Now Zhou Xing just wanted to go for a drive, and he didn't have any thoughts of lying down at home—he had enough lying down at school.

After the engine locomotive, listening to the loud sound, Zhou Xing felt a hundred times more at ease.

Although it is not noon, the sun is still high in the sky, dazzling and hard to look directly at, and it is inevitable to be forgotten, but the sunlight scattered in the world makes it difficult to ignore its existence.

The wind blows the sleeves flying, whistling, cool and comfortable.

Zhou Xing stopped at an intersection with traffic lights. The traffic lights of the ice-cold machine bounced those three lights over and over again. The traffic lights at the four intersections alternated alternately, and the traffic at the intersection converged.

There was a rolling sound in his ears from far to near, not to mention that the other party stopped beside him, so Zhou Xing couldn't help but look to the side.

"Hey."

You Jiajun greeted Zhou Xing: "What a coincidence? Where are you going?"

Zhou Xing also didn't expect to be an acquaintance, and his face showed dimples: "Walk around."

He took a few glances at the opponent's clothing and asked, "Are you going to compete?"

This race is not that race, not a championship, but a free race for drivers, a hobby, just like their previous races.

Their kind of internal pastime, some organized drivers compete on the same rented track, but they will be arranged like an official race, with pre-race training, ticket sales, and commentators.

"Yes." You Jiajun adjusted his sitting posture, rubbing his wrist bones, "I wanted to ask you to join me, but I thought you were in your third year of high school, so forget it."

Zhou Xing smiled: "It's indeed a bit busy."

"It seems that you are free." You Jiajun said, "Would you like to watch the game?"

"also."

The racing track was the same as before, and it was not so empty and desolate when there were people on it during the special time.

The drivers each found a place to exercise their muscles and bones, and the car was no exception. They all used tire warmers, and the atmosphere of the venue was serious.

Zhou Xing was sitting in the lounge, while You Jiajun was making preparations.

"You've seen most of the people who came this time." You Jiajun moved a lot, and he was able to chat with Zhou Xing, "However, Brother Yang didn't come this time, he's a busy man."

Zhou Xing squinted at him, and the arc on the corner of his lips never changed: "That's true."

Zhou Xing did not deny this point, that Brother Yang's circle of friends was extremely monotonous, and what he posted was nothing more than training and competitions.He hadn't contacted Zhou Xing yet, as if he was waiting for the other party to find him.

When You Jiajun mentioned Brother Yang, he just wanted to see his reaction.

Of course Zhou Xing didn't respond, he had a hippie smile on his face, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking.

It didn't take long for the match to start. Zhou Xing was different this time, he was just a bystander.

Seen from a height, the sprinting riders are as insignificant as ants on a locomotive, but the sound they make seems to pierce the sky, but in fact, the gnats shake the trees, affecting only a small area of ​​the world.

The hair in front of Zhou Xing's forehead was blown high by the wind, and the fluttering momentum seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly. The wind was blowing so hard that he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The drivers on the track are chasing after each other, just to win the first position and win the race.

A game doesn't take long, a matter of a few minutes, no doubt, coming here is not something that can be done just once.

When Zhou Xing saw the fifth race, he got off the viewing platform. He sat on the sofa in the rest area, logged into an official racing website, and tapped a few times with his slender fingertips.After You Jiajun came back, he told him that he was going to leave, and he really left the race track.

5:00

Zhou Xing checked the movie ticket, confirmed that the time was correct, and called Yu Jue.

After that, he twisted the gas pedal and headed to the movie theater.

Large-scale shopping malls are never short of passenger flow, and there are a lot of people walking around on every floor, making noise that goes straight into the ear canal.

Zhou Xing parked his locomotive, checked the road signs, and came to Gate C.

There are not many people at the door.

Even so, Zhou Xing still saw Yu Jue in the crowd at a glance. The advantage of superior height and appearance is that it is easy to find people.

Zhou Xing walked up to Yu Jue quickly, held his hand, and smiled at him: "Let's go, the movie is about to start."

Yu Jue clasped his hand instead, and said softly, "Yes."

The blatantness of the two attracted some attention to some extent, and contained a variety of emotions, but they didn't care, and walked their own paths frankly.

Standing on the elevator next to the movie ticket gate, Zhou Xing tugged Yu Jue's hand, and said after seeing him, "I'll go buy something to eat, and you go get the ticket."

Yu Jue said, "Okay."

Zhou Xing sent him the ticket collection code, and went to line up to buy popcorn by himself. There were still a few people queuing up in front of him. After waiting for about 10 minutes, it was his turn.

Salesperson: "Hello, what do you need?"

Zhou Xing had already seen the menu displayed on the screen when he was queuing, and he didn't want too much: "A cup of Coke and a medium popcorn."

After paying, Zhou Xing moved to the food pick-up area, and after standing there for a while, Yu Jue came over after picking up the ticket.

Yu Jue asked, "Isn't it alright?"

Zhou Xing nodded, and the salesperson just put the packed popcorn in front of him, and then, the salesperson also handed over the packed Coke.

"All right."

Yu Jue picked up the popcorn, Zhou Xing took a straw, pierced the plastic cover, took a sip, the root of his tongue felt cold, it was obvious that he had added less ice but it was still terribly cold.

He pressed the straw to Yu Jue's lips: "It's so cold, why don't you drink it?"

Yu Jue lowered his head to hold the straw in his mouth, tasted it, and responded, "It's ice."

Zhou Xing said: "I'll pick out the ice later, let's go."

At this moment, Zhou Xing realized that the salesperson just now was looking at them in shock, apparently taken aback by their overly intimate behavior.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Xing was not afraid of big troubles, so he asked knowingly.

The salesperson was also bold, and asked, "Are you... a couple?"

Zhou Xing admitted it simply: "Yes."

The salesperson's face turned red, whether it was from embarrassment or excitement.

After Zhou Xing finished answering, he raised the Coke in his hand: "In the future, remember to use less ice and don't add so much ice."

After the two of them walked away, the salesperson was slow to realize what she had done. She grabbed her mobile phone and sent a series of ah ah ah in the sister group.

After Zhou Xing finished picking out the ice, he went to check in the tickets.

The movie I watched was a recently released comedy, and the reviews were good. After watching the short video introduction, there were quite a few laughs, at least it could hit Zhou Xing's preferences.

So, today's movie was watched by Yu Jue and Zhou Waxing.

After entering the arena, there were not many people in the hall, and the seats were all a few, and they were side by side. The surrounding wallpaper had a pink and romantic atmosphere. There was a man and a woman sitting on each row of seats——Zhou Xing bought a couple hall.

As soon as they entered the arena, they attracted everyone's attention. Of course, no matter how surprised and curious they were, no one dared to stare at them all the time, and some even secretly glanced at them.

Zhou Xing ate the popcorn carelessly, and ignored those gazes. He dared to be so high-profile, so he was naturally not afraid of others watching.

The hall was silent, with occasional murmurs heard.

A man: "Fuck, that's fucking disgusting, you two are gay."

The girl next to her: "Keep your voice down, don't be overheard."

"Hey." Zhou Xing suddenly said, "The one who said it was disgusting, watch it."

All the lovers in the hall cast their gazes. Zhou Xing smiled flamboyantly. He took Yu Jue's hand, waved it in front of everyone's eyes, and raised his eyebrows: "I like it, can you control it?"

Under the disgusted expression of the man, Zhou Xing stared at him, and said coldly, "Take care of yourself."

The man's temper was a little bit up, and he wanted to explode, but unexpectedly met a pair of cold glazed eyes, which were obviously beautiful and clear eyes, which should have been gentle, but the chill spread, making people shudder.

At this moment, the video started to play, and the man said that he didn't want to worry too much, so he took the opportunity to turn his head to watch the video, and went as a transparent person.

Zhou Xing snorted coldly, continued to eat popcorn, but never let go of Yu Jue's hand.

What ordinary couples have, they can also have.

A day off goes by quietly, and the pleasant time is always short, it seems that it will be better this way.

After handing in the pile of homework, Zhou Xing felt that his steps became easier, but this did not last long, because new papers were handed out.

Zhou Xing casually glanced at the question type and quickly put it down.

Sure enough, these questions are too simple.

Feeling bored, Zhou Xing leaned back in his chair and looked around. When his eyes fell on Yu Jue's desk, he couldn't help but think of the enhanced version of Olympiad.

After a few seconds of active thinking, Zhou Xing laid his hands on Yu Jue's clean table.

Yu Jue has a lot of books, and the books are complete without any creases. Zhou Xing couldn't bear to fold his books after reading them. His hands and feet are not as gentle as his own, just to avoid unnecessary troubles.

"Two English books?" Zhou Xing paused, staring at the two English textbooks in front of him, one was brand new, and the other was very tattered with white flakes on the creases.

Undoubtedly, curiosity made Zhou Xing open the dilapidated book, and after reading it, he realized that not only the outside had been ruined, but the inside couldn't escape, and it was even worse.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the page, Zhou Xing trembled uncomfortably.

"What are you doing?" Yu Jue's voice sounded out of nowhere.

Zhou Xing closed the textbook and looked up at him: "Why are you keeping this?"

Yu Jue moved his eyes and landed on the English textbook raised in Zhou Xing's hand. After a moment of silence, he took it from the other party's hand without even looking at the textbook, and threw it directly into the belly of the table.

It was really dropped, and it hit the wall of the table, making a crisp 'dong', which was hard to ignore.

Zhou Xing's smile deepened, and he raised his brows: "I'll pay you for a new one. This is a bad book that you can't see. Why keep it? I used to keep it because I forgot to throw it away, but now I'm in my third year of high school. ...so why keep it? Huh?"

Yu Jue glanced at Zhou Xing indifferently, ignored him, and began to arrange the books on the table, with a cold appearance as if he didn't care about his provocation, and was very interested in villains.

If that's all it is, the problem is that his earlobe with the stud is burning red, which makes Zhou Xing even more excited.

"Your earlobes are so red."

Zhou Xing didn't intend to let him go at all, his cheeks were resting on his hands, his brows and eyes were full of narrow smiles.

A page of the book in Yu Jue's hand was folded, and his expression remained calm, smoothing out the crease very naturally, as if he didn't care much.

"Your ears are all red, and the earrings are still so silvery, they look even redder."

"Zhou Xing."

"It's useless to call me, I'm just stating the facts."

"..."

Zhou Xing tapped the side of his face lightly with his fingertips, and said to himself, "Oh, when will I see you blushing?"

"..."

Zhou Xing withdrew his hands, sat up straight, and said, "Lend me your Olympiad questions."

Yu Jue took out an extremely thick book from the pile of books and handed it to Zhou Xing, with the primary edition printed on it.

"Are you looking down on me?" Zhou Xing pushed back the primary version arrogantly, "I want the enhanced version."

Yu Jue glanced at him casually, took out the enhanced version and pushed it over.

Zhou Xing sneered, opened the enhanced version, and looked down at the question.

After a while, he rested his forehead with one hand and flattened it with the other: "Give me the primary version."