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In the gazebo some distance away from the teaching building, Han Jin sat on a stone bench and wrapped his coat collar tightly, feeling the cold wind of late autumn in all directions. On the stone table in front of him were more than a dozen pencils and a Take a sharp knife.

Han Jin holds a pencil in his left hand and a knife in his right, recalling how he sharpened a pencil before he was five years old.

After recalling it in a while, Han Jin approached with both hands, ready to act.At this moment, the plot in the book came to mind inappropriately—the fact that he was sent to Orange by the real attacker Song Lian because of his crazy pursuit of Cheng Xi.

Looking at the pencils and knives, Han Jin couldn't do it anyway.

So, 10 minutes later.

"Young Master Han, you... want me to sharpen pencils?" Xin Teng rubbed the back of his head, staring at a large pile of pencils and knives in bewilderment, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's right, let's peel it. I'll treat you to a big meal after peeling." Han Jin took a bite of the apple, which was refreshing, sweet and crisp, and he was in a good mood.

"But..." Xin Teng picked up the green knife with a tangled expression:

"Why use this chip? Is it testing me?"

"Huh? What's the use if you don't use this?"

"Pencil sharpener! Young Master Han, where do you put the pencil sharpener when you use this knife to sharpen pencils?"

Han Jin: "???"

Yes! ! !Why didn't he think of this?

Before class that afternoon, Han Jin took out a new stationery bag, which was bulging with a lot of things.

"Give it to me?" Cheng Xi took it. According to the feel of the hand, there should be many pens and a small cylinder inside.

"Well, this is a great gift package for tutoring classes." Han Jin nodded seriously, glanced at Cheng Xi's left hand that had just changed his medicine, and sent the stationery bag to Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi took it, and slowly opened the zipper under Han Jin's expectant gaze.In an instant, a dozen sharpened pencils and a small green pencil sharpener appeared in front of my eyes.

"Don't thank me, remember to help me with tutoring on Saturday morning." Han Jin patted Cheng Xi's shoulder, and then lay down on the table to catch up on sleep - the supervisor was finally able to rest after noon.

Cheng Xi, who was on the side, held the stationery bag tightly, looking at the short hair on Han's head in the future, with long eyes.

A week passed by, during which Mu Zhiyuan didn't seem to have any thoughts about Cheng Xi, he went to class quietly and usually ended get out of class.On the contrary, the girls in the class are more enthusiastic towards him. Every time the math class is over, they will not let Mu Zhiyuan leave until the bell rings for the next class. They call it: ask questions.

Whenever this happens, Han Jin secretly breathes a sigh of relief, because Cheng Xi, who will never be persecuted by Mu Zhiyuan in the future, has never asked Mu Zhiyuan any questions.

As everyone knows, every time Mu Zhiyuan stood on the podium to give a lecture to other students, the corner of his eye never got off Han Jin.

"My hand hurts, can you accompany me to the infirmary?" Cheng Xi stretched out his left hand and put it in front of Han Jin.

"Okay, let's go." Without any hesitation, Han Jin left the classroom with Cheng Xi, arrived at the infirmary, and couldn't help asking the school doctor:

"Is there something wrong with my classmate's hand? He has been in pain every day recently."

The school doctor looked at the scab on Cheng Xi's hand: "..."

If it weren't for the sake of the money you gave, you two would have been kicked out a long time ago.

In the classroom on the other side, Mu Zhiyuan stared at the two seats in the middle of the empty classroom with serious eyes.

……

"Cheng Xi, why don't you go directly to my house tomorrow? Do you know the address?"

"Ah."

The two were walking in the corridor outside the classroom, unaware that the conversation just happened to be overheard by Mu Zhiyuan who came down from upstairs.

On Saturday, Han Jin got up early in the morning. After tidying up, he took a taxi to the airport.

The airport was still noisy in the early morning, Han Jin walked through the crowds and came to the pick-up area, holding a big sign and waiting.

I haven't seen my parents since I woke up. Although I have occasional videos and frequent phone calls, I have never actually seen them.

Thinking of the scribbled and terrible life in the book, where his parents lost everything because of him, and finally died of old age at home a few years after he was released from prison, Han Jin felt a pain in his heart, and vowed not to let his parents worry about it anymore, but also to respect his parents well.

Soon, two familiar figures appeared in the crowd.

The family of three looked at each other, their faces filled with excitement and joy, and even the air flowing around them was much warmer than before.

"Father, Mom, I miss you so much." Han Jin couldn't tell what was on his mind. He hugged his parents tightly and was very excited.

When Han Cheng and Xia Xue saw that their son, who had not been close to them all the year round, not only came to pick him up from the plane obediently and cleverly, but even wanted them to cry, tears filled his eyes immediately, and the family of three hugged their heads and cried.

People around looked at the three of them curiously, wondering.

An hour later, the family of three returned home. The aunt had cooked a table full of breakfast under Han Jin's orders, and was waiting for Han Jin to pick up his parents and have dinner together.

"Son, you... have you committed something serious?" Xia Xue said hesitantly, and looked at Han Cheng, both husband and wife were worried.

To say that I was very happy and moved when I saw my son at the airport at the beginning, especially when my son hugged them and cried because he missed them.

But along the way, after the husband and wife recollected it, they always felt that something was weird.

"It's okay, son, no matter what big things you have committed, even if you lose everything, your parents will support you." Han Cheng patted his wife's hand to comfort him, and at the same time expressed his attitude to Han Jin.

Han Jin: "???"

After understanding what his parents meant, Han Jin couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: With such a pair of parents who dote on their children, why not eat oranges!

"Father, mother." Han Jin put away the original smile on his face, and suddenly looked at the two people opposite him solemnly:

"The old me who was ignorant and only willful and caused troubles is gone forever. Now I am a successor to socialism. Even if I can't be a pillar of society, I will never discredit the country and society. So... Dad, Mom. Don't say such things again. Our family of three must be neat and complete, and resolutely do it—one! One! All! No! Enter! Oranges!!!"

Han Cheng & Xia Xue: "???"

Is this still their son?Wait, what goes into oranges?

"Ding ding ding~" The doorbell rang, Han Jin glanced at the time, and opened the door under the curious eyes of his parents. Standing outside the door was Cheng Xi.

"Mom and Dad, this is the classmate I told you about with excellent grades. He promised to come and help me with tutoring at home on weekends." Han Jin staggered his position so that his parents could clearly see Cheng Xi at the door.

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie." Cheng Xi was slightly taken aback, and quickly restrained her surprise.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say why this kid is so good recently, and the relationship is because he is close to Zhu Zhechi with you, a schoolmaster. It's so good." Xia Xue somehow thought of it, thinking that Cheng Xi's academic performance is good, so Being able to transform her ignorant son into a success, Cheng Xi is really pleasing to the eye at this moment.

"Come in and sit down, father of the child, pour tea."

"Hey, okay, okay." Han Cheng also reacted, smiled and went to the kitchen to pour tea to greet the guests.

Han Jin: "..."

Actually... This matter really has nothing to do with Cheng Xi, really! ! !

Although Cheng Xi is cold-tempered, in the eyes of parents, this kind of child with good grades and honesty is like a baby. Besides, Cheng Xi is well-spoken, good-looking and lovable. Han Jin's parents love him because of his skill.

After a brief chat, Han Jin's parents went to the second floor to rest, leaving the hall on the first floor to their son and his classmates.

In fact, there is a large study on the first floor, but none of the three members of the Han family thought of this.

As the sound of going upstairs gradually disappeared, and the spacious and bright hall gradually became quiet, Han Jin led Cheng Xi to the long table next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which was already filled with all high school books and various test paper exercises book.

"Let's start?" Han Jin is full of confidence. Although his previous learning experience has hit him hard, as a good socialist young man with an awakened consciousness, he always believes that through unremitting efforts in the future, he will definitely be able to learn knowledge well. of.

However, after only an hour, Han Jin lay on the table limply, unwilling to move.

"Why can't I learn it? I clearly remember it clearly, but these formulas and knowledge points seem to filter me, and I forget them in a blink of an eye." Han Jin rested his face on his left arm, and held it in his right hand. A pen taps back and forth on the paper, and the wounded little heart is a little uncontrollably decadent.

"There is no shortcut to learning, learn more and practice more." Cheng Xi looked at Han Jin opposite, the short hair on top of his head was glowing brown under the fluorescent lamp, his eyes were deep, and after a few breaths, his eyes lowered for a moment, and then raised When he got up, he took out a piece of A4 paper from his school bag and pushed it to the opposite side.

Han Jin said "Huh?", held it in his hands curiously, and then straightened up—a lot of questions were densely written on the paper, and after a glance, all of them were questions that he could do, and even some of them were just moving. The brain knows the answer.

"This is……"

"This is a question I asked temporarily. If you answer sixty points, it means that you are not stupid, it's just that your foundation is too weak."

"Really?" Han Jin was excited, swept away the sluggishness just now, and immediately picked up a pen to start writing.

The corner of Cheng Xi's mouth curled slightly, and he checked the contents of Han Jin's previous tutoring.

Time passed by, and another hour later, Han Jin handed over a newly completed test paper to Cheng Xi.Seeing the correcting test papers on the opposite side, Han Jin's little heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of his throat, and his mind was full of thoughts-pass, must pass, must pass!

Cheng Xi had a panoramic view of Han Jin's nervousness from the corner of his eye. He corrected the test paper quickly because the questions were too simple.After a few minutes, the score appeared in his mind, but when the pen was written, Cheng Xi paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and took a pen to write down two numbers on the paper.

Han Jin took the test paper, swallowed, and stared at Cheng Xi for a few seconds. Encouraged by the slight lift of his chin, he lowered his head to look for the score in the upper left corner of the test paper—61 points, just passed.

"Oye!" Han Jin closed his eyes slightly excitedly, made a gesture of cheering with his right hand, with a happy smile on his face, he passed the pass, he actually passed!