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Waking up the next day, Qiu Xi saw that the brochure was used by Qiu Yu to eat Xiaolongbao.

Heartbroken, hating that iron can't be made into steel, and kindly treating him like a donkey's liver and lungs.

She cursed inwardly and went to the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror in horror while brushing her teeth.

Qiu Xi tilted her head and asked loudly, "Hey Kai, what are you doing?"

Qiu Yu looked up at her: "Swallow the toothpaste foam before talking."

She vomited watery twice: "Why are you up so early?"

"Make up lessons."

"Ah..." Qiu Xi squeezed over to grab the steamed stuffed buns, only to realize when she got two of them, "Huh?"

"Didn't Yuan Cha let me go?" Qiu Yu gave her half of the bag, "I have nothing to do, go and see how good her brother is."

"The level...is quite, very high."

Regarding this, Qiu Xi only expressed one opinion, "Brother, you, don't disturb the discipline when you go."

The classroom is set in the living room of Yuan Mu's house. The teaching tools are a long table, two chairs, and a whiteboard in the middle supported by an iron frame.

When Qiu Yu entered, Yuan Mu was writing a topic with a marker pen, with his back turned to him.

The man is also well-groomed at home, swapping out his flip flops for a low-top canvas style with laces.

Qiu Xi greeted first: "Brother Yuan Mu, my brother is here to listen."

Yuan Mu's writing paused, but he still finished writing the word "function" before turning back. He looked calm and nodded politely: "Oh, please sit down."

Seeing that he didn't move, Yuan Mu glanced at the two girls who were sitting on a chair chatting, put down his pen and pulled Qiu Yu to the side of the sofa, and asked in a low voice, "Have you brought a pen and paper?"

Because they were so close, Qiu Yu's gaze inadvertently rested on the blue veins around his neck and the new stubble behind his ears, and he blinked: "No."

"It's really just for listening."

Yuan Mu said.

Qiu Yu responded politely: "Can I borrow yours, thank you."

Pretending to raise the corner of his mouth, Yuan Mu hooked a plastic high stool with his feet, and moved it in front of him to serve as a table: "You're welcome, and please stay here on the sofa for a while."

"If there is nothing, don't let it go."

Yuan Mu was standing in front of the long table with the lesson plan in his hands. Before the lecture started, he noticed that Qiu Yu had lifted the cap of his pen and buried himself in sketching on the blank draft paper.

Not looking back in time, the two caught off guard and looked at each other.

There was a smile in Qiu Yu's eyes, and the tip of the pen nodded behind him, and said, "Mr. Yuan, it seems that the wording is wrong."

Hearing this, Qiu Xi and Yuan Cha both raised their heads, and saw Yuan Mu silently erasing the redundant anti-text on the right side of the word "Han".

"Class officially begins."

Yuan Mu put down the eraser and said in a low voice.

Qiu Xi was in the first year of high school and Yuan Cha was in the third year of junior high school. Yuan Mu divided the content into two parts: review and preview.

Instead of preparing lessons according to the textbooks, he first integrated and then divided all the chapters in high school, sorted out a tree diagram, and output them in a clear way to rebuild a knowledge system for them.

Yuan Mu really has the temperament of a teacher standing on the podium, with his long white sleeves folded halfway to his elbows, his gentle eyes are quietly patrolling between the lesson plans between his fingers and the students in front of him, especially when he turns around to write on the blackboard, he writes vertically Slowly and carefully, muttering words, okay, let's see here.

When writing to the bottom of the whiteboard, he still needs to bend his knees slightly. This posture shows that he is modest.

Qiu Yu, who was far behind him, couldn't help but look at it again and again, and was moved by this self-sufficient modesty for no reason.

Qiu Yu didn't dare to sit too lazy, and didn't dare to stare at people too passionately, but fortunately, Yuan Mu couldn't cast a few glances at him.

After explaining the knowledge points in detail, Yuan Mu began to give examples of questions. Qiu Xi and Yuan Cha obviously became struggling. Their voices answered intermittently, and their voices became weaker and weaker. Finally, they simply looked at the questions in distress and kept silent.

Just when Yuan Mu wanted to give up the interaction, Qiu Yu continued, "b=5."

The three looked at him in unison.

"What's the matter, isn't it the hidden condition for asking this question?"

Qiu Yu stopped turning the pen and responded to them in a flat voice.

So the second half turned into Qiu Yu's solo show, where Yuan Mu asked him what he answered.

Qiu Yu tasted the sweetness, and when he answered a word, Yuan Mu would look at him, even though each look was short and without disturbance.

Without the pressure, Yuan Cha and Qiu Xi regained their energy, and the study atmosphere was lighter than usual.

When the scene was in a heated state, a question could be solved smoothly after the two people asked and answered without needing to use a pen to calculate it.

Yuan Cha whispered, "Your brother's math is so good."

Qiu Xi scratched her ears and scratched her cheeks: "Don't look at him as a fool, he has a very good background."

The two-hour class ended happily. When Yuan Mu packed his things, he found that this was the first time that Yuan Cha and Qiu Xi still had smiles on their faces after math class.

Qiu Yu clutched the book and came forward to return it to Yuan Mu. When he handed it over, the pen cap was still pinned to the cover of the draft book. He turned to Qiu Xi and asked, "Would you like noodles with fried sauce?"

"Okay!" Qiu Xi shook Yuan Cha's wrist excitedly, "Do you want to eat the little tea?"

Yuan Cha was very afraid of getting along with Qiu Yu, so he hesitated. Seeing this, Qiu Yu didn't wait for her to say yes or no, and asked Yuan Mu directly: "Are you coming together?"

The four went to Qian Jin's noodle shop together, Yuan Mu and Qiu Yu were left behind.

Yuan Mu suddenly said: "This class is not suitable for you."

"how?"

"A pure waste of time."

Yuan Mu added, "I didn't expect you to be so good at mathematics."

"Where is it going? Teacher Yuan's conclusion is too hasty?"

"Don't be in a hurry, you know many difficult points."

Qiu Yu laughed, and turned her head to look at him: "But you actually used the adjective powerful, to the extent that it is powerful?"

Yuan Mu nodded.

"Well——" Qiu Yu pursed her lips, "You don't know, I was doing junior high school competition questions in elementary school, so I have learned half of what you said today."

His tone became frivolous halfway, "The other half is because you speak well, with a precise angle, and I can get through with just one poke."

His pursed lips were a cover-up, revealing unspeakable emotions.

Yuan Mu watched Qiu Yu seriously until he finished speaking.

Yuan Mu recalled the preference of his math teacher for Qiu Yu in elementary school, and he said dispensably: "As expected of Lao Wu's favorite student."

Qiu Yu seemed to be attracted by the rumble of the plane above his head, and did not reply. Yuan Mu looked up with him, and the blue-white body happened to slip into the clouds.

When lifting the plastic curtain of Wangji Noodle Restaurant, Qiu Yu suddenly asked, "Yuan Mu, which one do you think is better, the me now or the me before?"

Getting out of Xu Yiqing's control started with catching the tongs she swung at the door.

Since Qiu Xi was sensible, Qiu Yu would consciously avoid provoking Xu Yiqing in front of her, but Xu Yiqing was inflammable and explosive, and was always in a fire pit, so Qiu Yu could only get her sister away and let her sleep before she did it. , find friends to play, run errands for yourself.

Qiu Xi was very timid, whenever Xu Yiqing's eyes widened, or her back molars clenched tighter, she would tremble with fright and feel like crying.

Do you think your mother is scary?Or feel wronged?Qiu Yu didn't bother to figure out the reason, so it would be good to let her leave anyway.

But that day she went home early, knocking on the door, the tongs in Xu Yiqing's hand would fly to leave marks on her face, which would most likely swell and bleed.

Qiu Yu immediately raised his arm to block it, and grabbed it, causing Xu Yiqing to be furious again and again, tearing it like crazy, but the iron object remained motionless in his palm.

Qiu Yu was 14 years old that year, and her height was over 175.

Outside the door, Qiu Xi was calling for her mother, but inside, Qiu Yu was staring at her.

Xu Yiqing's face changed from anger to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to fear, and he took two steps back without any expression.

Qiu Yu vaguely realized that the original threshold could be lowered to 14, four years in advance—through overwhelming physical strength.

The strange thing is that Xu Yiqing no longer punished him physically, but tried to suppress him mentally.

But if the physiology can be counterbalanced, will the psychology be willing to be controlled?

Besides, Xu Yiqing's method was not very clever, she wanted him to be obedient, but she only slapped him, and she didn't give Tianzao, in exchange for him going retrograde to the end, never thinking about the result of turning back.

Qiu Yu's grades declined steadily, until the high school entrance examination reached the bottom, and the total score of several subjects was even difficult to get a hundred.

Xu Yiqing was so angry that she lay on the bed for two days. Qiu Yu looked at the white towel on her forehead and laughed secretly at her pretending. She only felt it was funny and happy.

Later, he repeated the third year of junior high school again, and graduated in the same year as Yuan Mu with a score of more than 400.

One went to the experiment, and the other went to No. [-] Middle School.

While Qiu Yu grew taller and became worse and worse, the relationship between him and Xu Yiqing strangely fell into harmony.

She controlled her desire to control, and he restrained his hostility, so that he could cover up everything before, and he could chat at the dinner table calmly, and the atmosphere at home gradually became less tense.

Qiu Yu sometimes thinks that maybe she really loves him, but it's a pity that the love is not pure and clean.

Mother is the weight on an iron scale in the vegetable market downstairs. He, Qiu Xi, and sometimes Qiu Shengshi were originally things that could be weighed and slaughtered, but because he was so heavy, he was hanging on the edge of the scale. , making it stable.

The me now and the me before, which one do you like?Yuan Mu didn't know about Qiu Yu's correction when he blurted it out.

Can you go back to the past?

If the balance is out of balance, the same mistakes will be repeated.

Yuan Mu's arm was held in Qiu Yu's palm.

Qiu Yu's palms were warm and slightly sweaty, her Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and her eyes looking at him were secretly flickering with anxiety and uneasiness.

Eyes are also sweating.

He is now like a sensitive plant.

The previous Qiu Yu was not like this.

When he was nine years old, he witnessed Qiu Yu running and wrestling, knocking his chin, bleeding profusely, and the adults next to him were terrified. He didn't shed tears, didn't speak, got up and rolled up the school uniform, and grabbed it with both hands Holding onto the wound, he limped to the clinic alone.

Was he a stone back then?

It seems to be a plant, but the roots are deep in the ground, and the leaves are unusually heavy.

Unlike now, Ken laughs and reveals his lovely fragility.

"It's all good."

Yuan Mu looked back at him and replied like this.