Good brother, your design is broken

For other students, the three-day vacation is almost a flick of a finger, and before they have time to say goodbye to happiness, they rush into the midterm exam week.

The big test is usually the primary productivity of high school.When get out of class was over, there was no sound of eating snacks in the classroom, and it became the sound of questions and lectures.

During the big break, Wang Mei Youdao didn't know how to fill in the blanks in mathematics, so he cut corners with reference to the answers, and only gave the results but not the steps to solve the problems, so he had to go around humbly asking for advice with the exercise book.However, no one can understand it.

When he was passing Zhirui dejectedly, Yu Zhirui coughed twice and folded his chest proudly: "If you beg Dad, maybe Dad can reluctantly help you take a look."

Wang Mei rolled his huge eyes and pointed out the window: "I, Wang Mei, even if I jump from here and die outside, I will never beg you, Pu Xinnan!"

10 minute later.

Wang returned with an awkward expression on his face: "Please, it's fine, let's go!"

Yu Zhirui responded loudly: "Hey, Dad's such a big boy."

Wang Mei forcibly resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and saved them for now, and rolled them later.

Although Yu Zhirui is the representative of the physics class, his math scores are better than the representative of the math class, and it is not that he has not passed the exam with a full score.He confidently took Wang Mei's exercise book, swiped the pen, and counted with his legs crossed.

Five minutes later, Wang Mei came up to him: "How is it?"

Yu Zhirui pressed his chin with his fingers frequently, and frowned: "Don't make noise."

After 10 minutes passed, Wang Mei asked, "Are you able to do it? Did you figure it out?"

"As a result..." Yu Zhirui closed the draft paper with both hands, raised his head, "it came out."

Wang Mei was pleasantly surprised: "Then show me quickly!"

Yu Zhirui cleared his throat: "The result is -- only a math teacher can solve this problem."

Wang Mei's happy expression instantly collapsed in place, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Are you still a real man? Can you be more frank? Can you just admit it bravely?"

Being questioned as a "man" was the most unbearable thing in Yu Zhirui's life. He asked loudly: "You can't solve this question, are you good?"

Wang Mei nodded generously: "I cook, I admit it."

Xue Jie, who was the closest, was annoyed by their quarrel, she put her pen on the table, and with a "snap", she pointed out a clear way for Wang Mei: "You can go to the best math student in our class and ask if he is right?" That's it."

"The best person in math?"

Wang Mei and Yu Zhirui thought for a few seconds at the same time, and then looked at the far corner of the classroom together, the tall figure with earphones plugged in, so quiet that it was almost hidden.

The corner of Wang Mei's mouth twitched: "Although, but, have you ever seen Brother Lang give a lecture?"

Xue Jie: "I've seen it, he gives Chi Yang lectures every day."

Wang Mei smiled: "Then do you think, with my current looks, I can be treated like a school grass?"

"One has to have a dream, what if it comes true?" Xue Jie shrugged, "Look at Qin Ye, at the beginning, he begged Brother Lang to play for the class, and finally begged for a champion for our class to come back."

As soon as Xue Jie finished speaking, Qin Ye, who was a few rows away, sneezed loudly, and Lin Meng, who was at the same table, immediately offered a handkerchief.

Wang Mei thought for a while and fell silent.

There are only two ways before him - either ask Ling Lang, or ask the math teacher Lao Zhou.

But he recently failed the math quiz three times in a row, and it was already an extrajudicial favor for Lao Zhou not to talk to him. He didn't dare to go to the office to offer his head.

Between Lao Zhou and the school bully, Wang Ming made a painful choice, and finally chose one of the two, and walked to the back of the classroom.

Chi Yang is not in the classroom at the moment, Wang Mei is holding the exercise book, standing on the empty seat next to Chi Yang's aisle and typing up the draft for a long time, not knowing how to make an opening statement.

After Ling Lang finished writing a big organic chemistry problem, he took off his earphones and looked up: "Is there something wrong?"

"Brother Lang..." Wang Mei twitched a few times, "I have a math problem that I can't do. After asking around, those little weaklings of them all—"

"Show it to me."

Wang Mei was interrupted before he finished his flattering words. He was stunned for a few seconds, then sat down on Chi Yang's chair, spread the exercise book in front of Ling Lang, and offered his pen with both hands.

However, Ling Lang didn't pick up his pen. Instead, he finished scanning the questions in 20 seconds, and directly calculated on the draft pad with the pen in his hand, without saying a word of nonsense.

Wang Mei silently put away his pen and sat obediently beside him.

Look at our brother Lang, it's just one word: cool.

Then look at Yu Zhirui, an outstanding graduate of the Pretentious Major, it is simply incomparable.

Wang Mei stomped hard in his heart.

Two minutes later, Ling Lang worked out the answer while speaking, and asked Wang Mei, "Do you understand?"

"I understand, but I don't fully understand." Wang Mei said reflexively, and immediately waved his hands frantically, "I didn't mean you didn't speak well, it's because I don't have enough IQ to keep up with Brother Lang. Rhythm!"

Ling Lang nodded: "It's okay, let's do it again, I'll speak slowly."

Next, Ling Lang slowed down his speech and asked Wang Mei if he understood every formula he listed before proceeding to the next step.

Except for Chi Yang, Ling Lang has never given a lecture to anyone else.When he was lecturing the topic to Wang, he realized that the way and speed of his lecturing were not acceptable to everyone.But Chi Yang understands it every time, and can draw inferences from one instance and apply it skillfully to the same type of topics.

Ling Lang's thinking was clear and his language was simple, and he quickly dismantled this difficult problem of the college entrance examination into small knowledge points one by one.

Wang Mei's eyeballs were busy, looking at the draft paper for a while, and squinting at Ling Lang for a while.

Ling Lang's way of solving math problems with ease is simply amazing. Watching him up close, he's so handsome that even a man's legs are weak.

He was distracted several times, and Ling Lang didn't get angry when he found out, but turned around and spoke again, his tone was still gentle, although his voice was still as light as usual, but the level of detail and patience shocked him——

This kind of Ling Lang really can't be reminiscent of the famous man in Beigao who punched a child and could draw a 30-meter no-man's land with just his aura.

Facing such a gentle school bully, Wang Mei's conscience is disturbed frequently, and he almost wants to beat himself to death, but he can't help but continue to distract himself.

So, is this the legendary Chi Yang's perspective?

This is too happy!

Wang Mei seemed to be favored by the gods, and even a little swollen, his brain twitched, and he leaned into Ling Lang's ear and squeezed his voice and said: "Giegie~ If your tablemate knows that you teach me math problems, won't you be jealous?"

The next second, a cold voice came from behind: "Well, I'm jealous."

Wang Mu shrank his neck and turned his head abruptly.

Standing behind is Chi Yang.

Those gray-green eyes were looking down at him, and the thin lenses reflected sharp light for an instant.

Wang Mei was so frightened that his buttocks tilted and he almost fell off the stool.

Chi Yang raised his eyebrows: "It's not like you, who only loves brother?"

"Don't dare dare." Wang Mu shook his head like a rattle, immediately picked up the exercise book and stood up, returning the seat to Chi Yang.

After Wang Mei left, Ling Lang asked Chi Yang suspiciously: "What secret code are you guys giving? What brother, why are you jealous?"

I don't know when it started, Ling Lang finally developed the most basic human curiosity about the things about the classmates in the class. Occasionally, he would take the initiative to consult his deskmate when he encountered something that he couldn't figure out.

Chi Yang took out a tissue, wiped the stool carefully, and then sat down: "It's nothing, it's just a joke on the Internet, if you want to know, I'll search the video for you to watch."

"No need." Ling Lang is not interested in anything on the Internet.

Chi Yang let out a "hmm" and didn't speak again, nor did he say what he was called to the office by physics teacher Lao Wu just now.

The big class break was very long, and the wall clock on the classroom wall turned past ten o'clock.The sun outside the window was just right, but Chi Yang's face was a little hazy, Ling Lang quietly noticed it.

Five minutes later, Ling Lang stretched out a finger from his sleeve, and poked at the deskmate who started doing physics questions: "I'm in a bad mood? Did Lao Wu criticize you again?"

"A little bit," Chi Yang answered Ling Lang's question while calculating the formula, "but not because of Old Wu."

Chi Yang didn't say it directly, obviously he wanted Ling Lang to experience it for himself.

Ling Lang tried his best to guess for a long time, but still couldn't guess.He really couldn't think of a well-developed and broad-minded person like Chi Yang, apart from his studies, what else could affect his mood.

He poked Chi Yang's arm again: "Why is that?"

Chi Yang stopped writing, and said in a deep voice, "Wang Mei took my seat just now."

Borrow someone else's tablemate without saying hello, if he comes back later, I'm afraid the whole person will be posted.

The same goes for a certain little wolf cub, who doesn't even know how to say no, what about the promise of being cold and withdrawn and strangers not to get close to?

Chi Yang stretched out his long legs, and stepped heavily on the crossbar of the desk with his feet, which had no place to rest. He was so frightened that the front desk moved the stool forward.

Hearing this, Ling Lang opened his mouth, a little surprised and a little bit guilty.

He didn't remember that Chi Yang was obsessed with cleanliness, but he remembered that Chi Yang did have some personal habits, for example, Chi Yang very disliked others breaking into his territory without permission, since he was a child.When we first met when we were young, he was once rejected by Chi Yang.He should have thought of that.

Ling Lang reflected deeply, and apologized: "Next time, I will take care of you and won't let others sit."

Chi Yang didn't speak.

Ling Lang lowered his voice: "Don't be unhappy."

Chi Yang turned his head, stared at Ling Lang silently for three seconds, and raised a little finger: "Then hook me up."

Ling Lang: "..."

What kind of pupil behavior is this?Why is Chi Yang a little weird today?

Ling Lang was full of confusion in his heart, but he still stretched out his finger and lightly hooked it on Chi Yang's little finger, completing the behavior of the other half of the elementary school students.

Until the beginning of class, Ling Lang was still thinking about what happened just now, caressing the hooked finger with his left hand inadvertently, and looking at his deskmate involuntarily.

The other party was staring intently at the podium, and the corners of his lips had returned to their usual soft curvature.

He thought about it, and finally found the New World a second before Chi Yang looked over——

Oh, it turns out that a mature and warm man like Chi Yang needs someone to coax him when he is unhappy.