Break the high-cold personality

The author has something to say: I’m hungry, and I’ll place an order for Mi San Dao.

On weekends, Tian Sique works as a cashier in a supermarket during the day, and at night he goes home to help feed pigeons and do housework.

He lives with his adoptive parents' sister's house. Apart from him, there is also a pair of twins who have just entered elementary school. Liu Yunzhi works three jobs a day to support the family, and hardly goes home to rest. Jiang Meng is weak and can't control the two. Energetic little guy.

Children are ignorant and always want to play. Even their parents can't take them to the amusement park, so they pester his brother with a different surname.

But Tian Sique didn't like to talk to them either.

After cleaning and cooking dinner, he locked himself in the storage room in the attic. There was no heating, and there was a skylight above. It was cool in summer, but it was terribly cold in winter, but there was a small desk for his study. And a wooden bed for sleeping.

Jiang Meng asked him to live downstairs more than once, in Liu Bai and Liu Yu's room or on the sofa, but he insisted on living in the attic, saying it was convenient to check the number of pigeons at any time.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Meng managed to lull the two poltergeists to sleep, and went upstairs with a cane.Seeing Tian Sique sitting cross-legged at the small desk, curled up to do the questions, it is inevitable that I feel a little distressed.

The small desk lamp on the desk was dimly lit, Tian Sique was writing almost with his nose stuck to the exercise book, the moonlight fell on his face through the skylight, the corners of the boy's mouth were flat like a straight line, and his expression was focused.

Jiang Meng patted his forehead lightly.

"Don't stick it so close, it's not good for your eyes."

Tian Sique quickly leaned back, his movements didn't seem to be listening to Jiang Meng's suggestion, but dodging.

Jiang Meng tried to talk to him: "After class division, are there any familiar classmates with you? How do you get along with the new classmates?"

"No," Tian Sique stopped writing and answered her questions one by one. "good."

It's okay, which means that no one has troubled him.

During the first week of school, Tian Sique had no communication with anyone other than the group leader.

His cold attitude dissuaded everyone who was interested in him, except his roommate Yi Shuli, and the group leader Liu Rong, Tian Sique didn't remember anyone's name or the face of the checkmark.

"Is it hard to study?"

"Do not."

They are divided into arts and sciences early, so the class schedule is not so tight, and the teacher is very detailed.The difficulty of the exam was not as difficult as he imagined. Except for Chinese, which he missed by memorizing a text, he should have performed well in other subjects.

"How's your new roommate?"

"good."

Tian Sique's impression of his new roommate is not bad.

Yi Shuli is pleasing to the eye and well-behaved.No smoking, no drinking, no taking other people back to the dormitory, no playing games, no vibrato, no noise, quiet sleep, and cleanliness.

Although he was very interested in him at the beginning, after being warned once, he stayed away from him.For him, the distant relationship is closer to his comfort zone than the close relationship, and he is happy to live as if he had no roommates.

It was indeed the right choice to rely on the money earned from winter vacation workers to exchange for a new dormitory.

The accommodation conditions are good, and the quality of the roommates is also high. He can devote himself to his studies without being disturbed.

Jiang Meng was still worried: "You live in a double dormitory now, right... Has your new roommate really never bullied you?"

"Well," Tian Sique answered simply, "he's pretty good."

"If you are bullied in the future, tell me in time, don't treat yourself as an outsider." Jiang Meng sighed, reaching out her hand to touch the top of Tian Sique's head, seeing that he wanted to dodge, she withdrew her hand in embarrassment . "You child, life is indeed not going well, but don't pay attention to those gossips. The sky will send you a big task, and you must suffer more than others. Don't bear it when someone bullies you, but you can't fight. Don't ruin your future because of some trivial things."

Tian Sique said yes, and set his eyes on Jiang Meng's skinny wrist, "How are you?"

"Alright!"

Jiang Meng patted her thigh.There wasn't much flesh left on her thighs, and the jeans, which were originally slim, were so empty that they couldn't hold them up, and they had turned into wide-leg pants.

"Hey, I have a good sister who was treated with transfusions, and now she is as fat as two people. I am really lucky. It is better to lose weight than gain weight when I am sick. At least she looks better."

Tian Sique lowered his head and drew a plasmolytic cell on the draft paper.

Jiang Meng knew what he was thinking.

Tian Sique is a good and sensible child, she wanted to comfort him, but she was afraid that talking too much would have the opposite effect.

"Now that the medical technology is advanced and there is medical insurance, there is no need to worry about medical treatment." She said to herself.

"Xiaotian, you need to focus on your studies now, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Of course Tian Sique knows that his studies should be the most important thing. For him, studying now is a life-saving straw. It can not only change his future destiny, but also help him avoid some things he doesn't want to face now.

He put almost all his energy in school on his studies, so he was very concerned about his grades. A brief conversation in the office by Mr. Feng made him memorize it from morning to night.

His language is really bad.

Although he still has a talent for languages, at least he can achieve English scores without deducting points except for composition, but he is really not very good at Chinese.

He couldn't understand why the language he used every day was so difficult to take the exam. Even if he remembered to memorize a text, he might not be able to pass the exam, because he always failed in reading comprehension and composition. to how many points.

So, when he returned to the dormitory after evening self-study, he caught Yi Shuli who was about to take a bath, pushed him in front of his desk, handed him the test paper and pen, and said to him, "Lecture the question."

Then he pulled another chair and sat down, looking sincerely at his great roommate who is a master of Chinese and literature.

Then he soon discovered that his good roommate seemed to be too afraid of him.

It seems that the test paper he handed him is not a test paper, but the last supper of the condemned prisoner, and the pen is not a pen, but an electrified wire.

Yi Shuli shivered, "I, I don't know how to talk, I just do it by feeling."

Tian Sique was silent.

He tried his best to recall, except for saying "scroll" to him, he didn't seem to have done anything too much.

At that time, he just felt that he was a little noisy, and he didn't want to cause trouble as soon as he returned to school. When he asked him to get out, he blocked his mouth with a fifty-cent truth stick.

Tian Sique has no experience of taking the initiative to get close to others.It has been more than a year since he closed himself off and restrained himself from too much contact with others. The topic of the composition is the same, and it seems to have become a blind spot of his knowledge.

Yi Shuli is fighting with each other, almost wanting to go first.

Tian Sique thought for a long time. It is not that he has not consulted a teacher for his Chinese scores before, but the teacher has no way to deal with his unbelievable reading comprehension and composition skills. Now Teacher Feng handed him over to his roommate to prove his Roommate, it is still necessary for him to spend money to maintain an ordinary relationship.

So he put his hand into the table hole again.

Yi Shuli was vigilant, the last time Tian Sique put his hand into the table hole, he was going to tell him to get lost.

Is he going to take out some crime tool this time and kill him on the spot!

Yi Shuli's buttocks left the seat, and was pressed down by Tian Sique quickly.

Tian Sique took out a red iron box with magpies printed on it from the hole in the table. Yi Shuli felt that his life was not long.

According to his experience of watching Conan, he can still breathe for a while after being beaten. Before he burps, he can wipe a handful of blood and scratch Tian Sique's face twice, leaving Tian Sique's skin tissue under his fingernails , so that the police can locate the murderer for themselves.

Yi Shuli was shaking with excitement.

Tian Sique put the tin box into Yi Shuli's hand, and said sincerely, "Teach me."

Yi Shuli: "?"

What is this, Tian Sique wants me to leave fingerprints on the tools used to commit crimes, to fabricate evidence that my murder is not valid and he will kill me?

Depend on!He is so talented in crime, Yi Shuli thought, that's right, after all, only the two of us and the supervisor who told us the password can open the fingerprint lock of the dormitory. If he doesn't make the crime process more complicated, then he won't let him Mori Kogoro had no chance of multiple holes in his neck, so he was taken away directly.

With his IQ, there is no way to compete with the current Tian Sique.

This child may become the contemporary Moriarty in the future.

Yi Shuli cast a tragic gaze on Tian Sique with determination to die.

Tian Sique returned his gaze with a bit of blankness that was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

He thought Yi Shuli had a serious obsession with cleanliness.After all, his toiletries are never placed with his own, and shampoo and body wash would rather be placed at the bottom of the shelf that is difficult to handle than next to his.

Tian Sique took out a wet towel from the shelf and wiped his hands, opened the box for him, and took out a Misandao.

Honey three knives are delicious, but very sticky.

Tian Sique thought, in order to prove his sincerity, he should feed him with his own hands.

"Open your mouth."