Eye of the Leopard

In the second quarter's evening self-study, Zhang Chengjun came in. "Today's class is mainly about circles and equations. First, the definition of circles and two equations." He unscrewed the thermos cup, took a sip of coffee, and his voice was loud, and the last row could hear clearly, "The test center involves Three, find the equation of the circle, the most value problem related to the circle, and the trajectory problem related to the circle."

Zhang Chengjun opened the drawer, grabbed a black whiteboard marker, and wrote on the blackboard with clear writing.

The get out of class bell rings.He stopped writing on the blackboard: "After talking about the circle itself, I am going to talk about the positional relationship of the circle in the next class. Would you like to give me a chance to continue the class?"

Mao Xiaopeng probed.There was thunderous applause from below.He went out.

The reaction of the students was not what Zhang Chengjun expected.Effort pays back.His efforts had paid off, and he was content with himself now.

Zhang Chengjun smiled: "Thank you everyone for making me the only teacher who teaches both junior high school and high school. From now on, everyone's mathematics will really be taught by physical education teachers."

He was serious in a class, and when he told an old joke, many students laughed together.He walks out of the classroom.

Wen Ya in the back row was impressed: "Teacher Zhang writes on the blackboard without looking at the lesson plans. His mathematics knowledge is really solid."

"It means that you put your heart into preparing lessons before." said Zhao Jiayi who was across the aisle.

"His lectures are so detailed that I don't have trouble listening to them." Cai Yusong, who is average in mathematics, said

"Teacher Zhang used blackboard writing to demonstrate the process of solving example problems, and the overall difficulty was lowered by one level." Zhao Jiayi said, "But for the teacher, it is much more laborious than projecting PPT."

"His lectures are organized and neat. You don't need to take many notes after a class." Xu Yiqing put the notebook into the satchel.

"Hmph, he conquered you in just one class." Zhang Xue said.

"Then what do you think of his class?" Wen Ya asked with a smile

"It's okay if you don't procrastinate." Zhang Xue said, "I can't listen to math class if anyone tells it."

Xu Yiqing picked up her satchel and went to the back door.Yang Yue stood in the corridor with his schoolbag on his back, but turned his head to the right.

Xu Yiqing walked beside him.

Yang Yue looked in the direction of Zhang Chengjun and Zheng Lihua.Zheng Lihua was carrying a small iron can and a large transparent bag.There is a zip pouch inside a large transparent bag.

The classmates came and went around him, and no one paid attention to them, because the two of them were just exchanging ordinary greetings.

"Are you looking at Teacher Zhang?" Xu Yiqing asked.

Yang Yue said: "Well. He still has his white horse thermos. Why is he at the door of your class?"

"The math teacher in our class has been replaced by him." Xu Yiqing said, "Did your head teacher talk to you?"

"No." Yang Yue said.Their homeroom teacher can ignore this devil king.The fight at noon was not approached by the bitter master Cai Yusong, so the head teacher naturally wouldn't ask Yang Yue to mention it.

Zheng Lihua over there said: "Cheng Jun, your lectures are still outstanding. I still benefit a lot from watching you give a class."

Xu Yiqing thought: It turned out that Mr. Zheng was listening to the class outside the classroom.

Zheng Lihua handed over the small tin can in her hand: "Have you finished your coffee yet? I ground some coffee powder at home."

"Lihua, you are too polite. Now that we are separated, I can grind the coffee beans myself." Zhang Chengjun refused to answer.

Zheng Lihua said: "It's just a matter of me taking care of you. When I was in confinement, you took care of yourself, and you got liver disease. Drinking coffee can reduce the alanine aminotransferase in serum and reduce the risk of liver cancer. In any case, you are my The father of my son, this time I took over the third class of mathematics for me, coffee powder is just a small thing I can do. The quality of the coffee outside is poor, and you don’t like to drink it.”

"Thank you." Zhang Chengjun took the coffee can.At an ex-wife's age, it might be difficult to find another family.It is more convenient for someone to take care of him.He took the kindness of his ex-wife first, and waited for her to quit playing mahjong and ask for remarriage.

"There is also a refill bag." Zheng Lihua stuffed the transparent bag into his hand, "The jar is too big to carry. You can refill it and take it with you. The spoon is in the jar."

Zhang Chengjun put the large transparent bag into the briefcase, and met Yang Yue behind Zheng Lihua.The student broke three of his fingers, but instead of fussing with the junior high school student, he greeted, "Yang Yue? And the classmate next to you, come here."

Xu Yiqing went over: "Teacher Zhang." Yang Yue followed and stopped half a step behind Xu Yiqing.

"What's your name? I got your class roster, but I haven't matched the person with the name yet." Zhang Chengjun said.On the night when he dealt with the Yao family's disturbance, he arrested Xu Yiqing.But he has seen too many students and has long forgotten.

"Xu Yiqing." Xu Yiqing said.

"You know Yang Yue?" Zhang Chengjun asked.He unscrewed the coffee can, scooped up two spoonfuls of ground coffee and put them into bags.The brown-black color of coffee grounds is mixed with some green.

"I am friends with him." Xu Yiqing said.

Yang Yue doesn't like Zhang Chengjun and doesn't talk to him.

Xu Yiqing thought: Yang Yue broke Teacher Zhang's finger in the teacher's dormitory building on Sunday, and Yang Yue acted as if Teacher Zhang had smashed him.

"Oh. Why don't you grab some coffee. This coffee is good, with a strong taste." Zhang Chengjun sealed another bag.He scooped again, but Zheng Lihua grabbed his hand.

Zheng Lihua said: "They are still students and are still developing. It is okay to drink coffee occasionally, but long-term drinking will not grow taller."

Zhang Chengjun said: "That's right. You still have to follow your doctor's orders. I used to have a headache, brain fever, cold and fever, and I relied on you to give me injections and medicine." His ex-wife had a college education, and he looked down on her.But his ex-wife was a barefoot doctor, so he listened to her in terms of medicine.

Zhang Chengjun put back the spoon, screwed back the lid of the jar, and handed two coffee bags to Xu Yiqing.

Xu Yiqing put the coffee in her satchel: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Chengjun said: "Go home early after school." He and Zheng Lihua went downstairs while chatting.

Xu Yiqing and Yang Yue went back to the rental room.Xu Yiqing went into the kitchen, put the coffee powder into the refrigerator, took out the eggs and ham, and rinsed the vegetables and bean sprouts in the vegetable pocket.

Yang Yue took out the plastic box from his schoolbag, picked out Invisalign and put it back.

Xu Yiqing poured a handful of noodles into the pot, cracked two eggs, and handed the egg bowl and chopsticks to Yang Yue: "Stir to break up the eggs."

Yang Yue stirred and said, "Mr. Zhang received your birthday gift during dinner in the afternoon. You also remembered my birthday."

Yang Yue wanted a birthday gift with confidence.

Xu Yiqing held back her laughter, and finished cutting the sliced ​​ham with minced garlic: "Your birthday is still early. I know." He took out the frying pan and poured oil, took the egg bowl from Yang Yue's hand, and stir-fried the egg liquid in the pan, "Today What homework are you doing tonight?"

"Physics and English." Yang Yue watched him shake off garlic and Lao Ganma, "I have recited a lot of words in the past week."

Xu Yi cleared the ham, vegetables, and bean sprouts and stir-fried them: "You spent a long time in London when you were young, so you don't need to practice English anymore?"

Yang Yue said: "My English is very good! I... I have nothing to do."

Xu Yiqing thought: I am not good at English, Yang Yue wants to show kindness to me.Compared with Yang Yue's own appeal, he is kind to others, but it is difficult for him to say it outright.

"I found popular software on the market and tried it one by one. There are not many vocabulary in the college entrance examination, and the usage is concise and efficient. There is no difference between the Android version and the iOS version." Yang Yue finished speaking in one breath, wishful thinking.

Xu Yiqing said: "I think, is it the most important thing to persist in memorizing the vocabulary of the exam syllabus?" He turned off the fire, picked up the noodles and poured them into the frying pan.

Yang Yue said: "Well, the purpose is to recite it."

"But in the summer vacation of the freshman year of high school, I have already memorized the vocabulary for the syllabus." Xu Yiqing poured soy sauce and oyster sauce into the frying pan, "I finished memorizing it together with the ancient Chinese."

"If I had known you had finished memorizing it, I wouldn't have tried it!" 14-year-old Yang Yue was annoyed, "Why are you still listening so seriously?"

"I don't want to interrupt you." Xu Yiqing started the pot, "Thank you for helping me to finish the trial. I will communicate with you more before you help me next time. My weakness is actually grammar. I have never understood tense, ellipsis, etc. Sentences, clauses, I keep making mistakes, can you help?"

Yang Yue said: "I'm very busy. I have to go to class and make up for what I missed." Please beg me.

"Oh, then I'll see for myself." Xu Yi cleared off the fire, "Take out the plate, and then pull out a pair of chopsticks."

"Traditional grammar is useless." Yang Yue blurted out, "Subject-verb-object complements these concepts, and even the Chinese definitions are very obscure."

"Is that so?"

"But I can teach you." Yang Yue took the plate and chopsticks and put them beside the frying pan.

"Don't you want to go to class, but also to catch up with the progress?" Xu Yiqing pushed the noodles into two plates, "I hope your grades are better. I can go out to study English during the winter vacation."

"My grades will be good. Studying is easy. Finding a tutor outside is not as useful as my teaching." Yang Yue boasted, "Why don't I teach you."

"Okay, thank you." Xu Yiqing smiled, and inserted the chopsticks that had beaten the egg liquid into the plate, "Then I will teach you ancient Chinese."

"I'm not going to exchange equal value with you." Familiar anger rushed into Yang Yue's limbs.

"I didn't make an equal exchange with you." Xu Yiqing looked into his eyes with great sincerity, "I want to teach you. I'm very happy to be able to teach smart people. I was going to review the knowledge points of ancient prose, but speaking is more difficult than memorizing." It was even more impressive." Xu Yiqing's gray-black eyes were clean, like clouds casting shadows on the snow.

"...Okay." Yang Yue couldn't resist.Even knowing that what Xu Yiqing said was an excuse.

"Teach me next week? I have to do math papers this weekend." Xu Yiqing picked up two plates of fried noodles, "Besides, you promised me that my grades will be good?"

"Which time did I not follow my word?" Yang Yue took the plate from Xu Yiqing's hands.

The chow mein was delicious.His wrath was dissipated with the fragrance.

The anger stirred into Xu Yiqing's dimples, turning into slightly drunken bubbles, crackling in the kitchen.

They went to the study to eat and study.Yang Yue finished eating first and went out.

Xu Yiqing then went into the kitchen to rinse the dishes.There was a humming sound from the sink.He put the plate back and glanced at the sink.

Yang Yue, who is 1.7 meters tall, holds the handle of the brush with his left hand, and the brush head is placed across his teeth, dragging it around.Mouth of white foam.

"Stand up, stand upright." Xu Yiqing, who is 1.7 meters six, walked over and hugged him from behind, "You are doing it wrong, I will teach you." He held Yang Yue's left wrist and corrected his brushing method to lightly brush up and down , and let go.

Yang Yue looked back from the mirror.The sink was small and brightly lit, and Xu Yiqing was leaning against the tiled wall.

Yang Yue raised the mouthwash cup, took a mouthful of water and spit it back into the sink, rinsing away the foam in his mouth.

Then the two went back to do their homework.

At 10:30, Yang Yue drew a few strokes on the back cover of May [-], and went straight to Xu Yiqing's bedroom.

He said: "I'm getting sleepy, I'll sleep for a while." He slept on Xu Yiqing's bed again.

Xu Yiqing ignored him.

It wasn't until eleven o'clock that Xu Yiqing went to the bedroom to shake him awake: "There is only one bed in the bedroom, and I don't sleep well. See you tomorrow, okay? Let's eat Liangshan chicken in the afternoon."

Yang Yue went home silently.

The balcony light on the ninth floor opposite was still off after Yang Yue entered the bedroom. 14-year-old Yang Yue is lying on his bed.He didn't wash his left hand.He slid onto the bedside glass with his left hand.He wanted to do this on Xiao Xu's bed, but he didn't want Xiao Xu to find out.Now he is in his bedroom.

In the dark bedroom, he seemed to be able to hear Xiao Xu say: What you did is wrong, I will teach you.Xiao Xu's slender fingers held his left wrist.Xiao Xu accepts that he is left-handed and leads him.He swung his water glass, thinking of 17-year-old Xiao Xu correcting his way of brushing his teeth.The touch of Xiao Xu's skin.Xiao Xu's power to touch him is like a creeper entwining a mountain wall in summer, soft and indistinct, yet firm and irresistible.

He tensed his toes and held his breath.The moment the water glass was poured, he squeezed the rim tightly.But the liquid still splashed on the back of his left hand.Lukewarm, rather disappointing.

Xiao Xu ordered him: "What you did is wrong, I will teach you to torture yourself." Yang Yue closed his eyes.

At the age of 14, it was time for him to wake up.Like lefties, he has different preferences than most teenagers.He likes pain.Not only the waking pain from fighting, but also the given, felt pain.Sharp or blunt or whatever.Maybe both?He hasn't tried it yet, so he can't be sure.

He has feelings for sweet girls.But he had to hide it.And they would not allow him to come near.Because, of course, he is vicious and shy and doesn't like to talk in class, which fits the psychological profile of all murderers in adolescence.

Because of his character, and because he is one of the taller people in the class, he is always in the last row.His classmates thought he was sleeping.

In fact, he was awake most of the time.He doesn't want to attend lectures, do homework, or talk to anyone.Don't even really want to live.Although he will not take the initiative to seek death, he will only beat people.

He lay awake on the table.From morning till night, half dead and fighting eating disorders.The mind is always imagining that someone will catch him, drag him out of life; rape him, and then leave him dead in the wilderness.

The idea was vague but always there.But that doesn't mean any adult has the right to treat him like that.And fantasy is fantasy, he has become famous throughout the school for his ruthless fights, and no one has tried it.

Now he doesn't have to contend with an eating disorder.

And he discovered that he had feelings for more than just sweet girls.He has feelings... including boys. 17 years old, with dimples when he smiles.

Before falling asleep, he thought: When did Xiao Xu discover my masterpiece on the May [-]rd back cover?