Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

On, the arc nodded slightly.

Wan Xin picked up a pen and poked Miao Zaiqing's arm.

Miao Zaiqing clicked his tongue lightly, turned to look at him, frowning slightly.

Wan Xin didn't mind his impatience at all, and tapped the pen on the table, the meaning was obvious.

Although he didn't like to bother others, but the English exercises were too annoying, so Miao Zaiqing didn't hesitate, and simply pushed the exercise book between the two of them.

Wan Xin looked at the page where Kankan had answered a few questions, and the smile on his face involuntarily deepened.

More than half of the questions for which answers have been written are wrong.

Miao Zaiqing naturally noticed the smile on his face, although nothing was revealed on his face, but he secretly cursed in his heart: Fuck!

Why do you suddenly want to accept Wan Xin's kindness?

I'm afraid the rain from the past two days may have fallen into his mind!

Miao Zaiqing made a gesture to take back the exercise book, but Wan Xin quickly stopped him!

The two each held one end of the exercise book and secretly exerted force.

Wan Xin clenched his hands into fists and put them against his lips, trying to restrain the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise crazily, "cough cough."

In order to save face at the same table, Wan Xin thought for two seconds and asked, "Which question?"

Miao Zaiqing ignored him, the strength in his hands remained undiminished, and there was a faint tendency to aggravate them. The veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible, and even the fingertips were stained white.

Wan Xin raised his other hand to brush away Miao Zaiqing's hand, but just as his fingertips touched the skin on his wrist, the strength in his hand suddenly faded away.

Miao Zaiqing quickly withdrew her hand, staring at the densely packed English letters on the exercise book, and gently uttered two words, "All."

If you want to teach, then you can teach them all!

In fact, it really wasn't that Miao Zaiqing deliberately made things difficult for Wan Xin. The subject of English has always been his Achilles' heel.

They didn't have English classes until the third grade of elementary school, and he started from the third grade. Every time he took an exam, he would fail one subject, which was undoubtedly English.

It's not that I haven't tried hard, but the results of every hard work are not satisfactory.

But he still refuses to admit defeat. It's all bullshit to do one's best and obey the destiny.

He has to work hard to make up for his weakness!

He wants to work hard!

He wants a [-]% test!

However, the sky didn't go his way, and when he had a 50-point English test paper in front of him again, he finally gave up.

It turns out that not all things can get sweet fruits with hard work.

Forget it, forget it, he can't fight.

Whatever it is, he has a natural incompatibility with the English class, so he has no chance.

"Look, in this question, the relationship between lecture and the verb give is passive, so you need to use the passive voice. Beinggiven refers to the ongoing speech, tobegiven refers to the speech to be delivered, and havingbeengiven emphasizes the sequence of time, referring to this action. It happens before the action of the predicate verb follow, so choose D for this question, having been engiven.”

After one question was finished, Miao Zaiqing nodded, took the exercise book and filled in the answer, and then pushed it between the two of them.

Wan Xin cast a suspicious look at him, "Understood?"

Miao Zaiqing responded, poking the exercise book with the tip of her pen, signaling him to continue.

Since the two are reading the same book, the distance between them is a little closer than usual.

For this aspect, the sensitive Miao Zaiqing naturally noticed it, but every time he moved a little to the side calmly, Wan Xin would come a little closer.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Wan Xin, who was serious about the lecture, and Miao Zaiqing's eyes were somewhat complicated.

The last few students in the classroom also left one after another. At this time, only the two of them in the back row were left.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

A standard British English sentence suddenly sounded in my ear, and Miao Zaiqing subconsciously replied, "I am fine, thank you!"

Wan Xin let out a low laugh, only then did Miao Zaiqing realize what he had said, and he turned his head to look over.

The two were very close, Wan Xin's handsome face was wearing a playful smile, his eyes were sly, and the small tear mole under the corner of his eye was particularly eye-catching.

twenty centimeters.

Miao Zaiqing hadn't been so close to someone face to face for a long time, and his heartbeat tended to speed up.

The reaction given by the human body is far faster than the reaction of the brain, almost reflexively, Miao Zaiqing stood up with a bang.

Regarding this move, Wan Xin's beautiful eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and there seemed to be some emotion flashing away in his eyes.

But Miao Zaiqing didn't notice, he just felt rude, thought for a few seconds, and then made a big decision, "Shall we go to the cafeteria?"

This was the first time that Miao Zaiqing extended an invitation to someone since he entered the school. His tone was stiff, coupled with his wrinkled eyebrows and thin lips that were pursed into a straight line after speaking.

It's not like inviting someone to dinner.

It's obviously wrong, can you make it more obvious?

As it turns out, he can.

Three seconds is not too long, and just when Wan Xin was about to answer a good word, Miao Zaiqing took away the exercise book that was pressed under his elbow, as if he hadn't said anything just now, and was about to say something. Walking posture.

Wan Xin raised his hand and wanted to pull him back, but stopped in mid-air, seeing that he had already taken a few steps.

"Not waiting for me?"

Miao Zaiqing stopped in her tracks, her voice was not loud, Wan Xin could just hear her, "Hurry up."

The two walked on the road one after the other. Although Miao Zaiqing usually received some gazes when he was alone, but walking with Wan Xin, the gazes became double or even worse.

Miao Zaiqing regretted it again, and wanted to slap herself.

When passing the dormitory downstairs.

"Wan Xin."

Both of them stopped, Wan Xin turned and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

It was Ke Ming, who seemed to have just come down from upstairs.

Ke Ming glanced back and forth between the two of them, walking closer, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, go now."

Ke Ming made a wink at Wan Xin. With the tacit understanding cultivated over the years, Wan Xin certainly knew what he meant.

but......

He glanced at the back of Miao Zaiqing's head, raised his eyebrows at Ke Ming, and Ke Ming nodded knowingly.

The two had a silent conversation behind Miao Zaiqing.

Wan Xin said to Ke Ming, "Let's go first."

"Ah."

Wan Xin turned around, "Let's go."

Ke Ming looked behind him at the two long black shadows stretched by the sun, and instantly forgot why he came downstairs just now.

After standing there for a minute, Ke Ming scratched his head, turned and went upstairs.

Wan Xin followed Miao Zaiqing to the cafeteria. It was already past the meal time, and the window for selling food was closed long ago.

Miao Zaiqing went straight to the old place, "What to eat?"

Wan Xin looked into the window twice, "What's there?"

The aunt in the window introduced enthusiastically: "We have noodles and rice noodles, glutinous rice balls, wonton dumplings, pork, beef, and vegetables stuffed."

"Then let's have green vegetable wontons."

After Wan Xin finished speaking, she looked at Miao Zaiqing, and Miao Zaiqing looked at her aunt.

"Together, green cabbage noodles."

"okay."

After finishing speaking, the aunt pressed the machine in front of her a few times, made two beeps, and then walked away to get them something to eat.

Miao Zaiqing and Wan Xin took out their campus cards at the same time, and watched each other's movements, face to face.

He opened and closed his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but seeing Wan Xin's extended hand, Miao Zaiqing finally said nothing, just stuffed the campus card back into his trousers pocket, and then pretended to be okay with everything. Did not happen.

Obviously, based on Miao Zaiqing's experience, he is not very good at rushing to pay the bill. It can even be said that he has never had similar experience.

The cafeteria was empty except for the two of them, so Miao Zaiqing didn't have to deliberately sit in the corner at this time, but followed Wan Xin and sat down face to face according to the principle of proximity.

The food was very hot, and both of them ate slowly.

The fan was not turned on, and halfway through eating, a bean-sized sweat began to condense on Miao Zaiqing's forehead, and then along the cheeks, neck, and finally slowly disappeared under the neckline.

Wan Xin let out a 'tsk' sound for no reason.

Miao Zaiqing stopped the chopsticks in her hand and looked at him.

Wan Xin raised his hand and wiped his forehead, "It's hot."

Looking across his plump and clean forehead, Miao Zaiqing choked on a rare occasion.

Usually, he usually doesn't talk because he doesn't like to talk to people, but this time, he really doesn't know what to say.

Miao Zaiqing took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off her face.

Who is hot?

Does this person have any misunderstanding about the word heat?

After dinner, the two returned to the dormitory.

His body was sticky, Miao Zaiqing took his clothes and prepared to take a bath when he arrived at the dormitory.

Seeing this, Wan Xin, who was sitting on the chair, said, "Hey, I'll wash it later."

Miao Zaiqing looked at him in confusion.

"Showing right after eating is not good for the stomach and intestines."

Miao Zaiqing didn't speak, she put the clothes back silently, then sat on the chair and opened the exercise book.

Wan Xin lowered the air conditioner a few degrees, "Did you understand what you just said?"

Miao Zaiqing didn't know whether to answer yes or no.

To say that he would do it would be to slap his face and pretend to be fat, and lying was not his style.

To say that he can't, I thought about the scene where the two of them were extremely close in the classroom and their eyes met.

Alas, forget it.

Miao Zaiqing stared at the exercises that Wan Xin had just said, "It's digesting."

Wan Xin sat on the chair and turned on the air conditioner, then picked up the book and started reading.

6, 6

Another quiet afternoon,