Good brother, your design is broken

(The first five chapters are the latest revised version. If you have read the first five chapters before 2021.7.13, you must read it again =3=. You may need to clear the cache on the ios side to see the revised content. It's inconvenient to come, Xiao Chi bows first)

To show their welcome, the teachers of each subject like to invite new students to get up and answer questions. After a few days, Chi Yang was taken care of by six teachers in turn. However, except for English, he didn't know anything about the rest.

Especially in mathematics, a very simple question for giving points, the answer was secretly reported by Ling Lang beside him.

He didn't want to embarrass Chi Yang too much.

When everyone was packing their schoolbags after class, Ling Lang finally asked the question that he had held back for a long time: "Is the mathematics class in country A really as simple as it is said in the legend?"

"Yeah." Chi Yang flipped through the math textbook, and said helplessly, "It's like when I just left Novice Village, I reached the difficulty level of hell."

At this time, a male voice with yin and yang strangeness broke in——

"Chi Yang University~School~Grass~ So you just look like a top student!!"

The boy who spoke was Wang Mei. He was not a bad person, but it was a pity that he had a mouth.

Facing the naked ridicule, Chi Yang still acted very friendly: "I'm sorry, it's my appearance that blinded you."

Wang Mei choked on Chi Yang's smile, he couldn't believe that he, as a great onmyoji, was actually yin and yang.

Just as Ling Lang was about to chase people away with his eyes, Ye Lingling suddenly "passed by" aggressively: "Wang Mei, stop flirting, and leave the handsome guy alone!"

Wang Mei rolled his eyes, and before he could reply, Ye Lingling ruthlessly lifted him out of the classroom by the strap of his schoolbag.

The students have a narrow vision, and their studies are beyond the sky. Since Chi Yang is not a top student, his expectations in the class have dropped a lot in an instant, but his love has not diminished at all.

After all, beauty is justice.

In addition, Chi Yangtian has a smiling face, and when he talks to him, it seems like a spring breeze blows against his face, if he is not careful, he will drown in his gray-green eyes.

Almost no one can resist such a handsome guy, even the group of vain and conceited boys in the class get along well with him and even ask him to play together when he is free.

There is no class content in the evening self-study in the second year of Beijing High School. Resident students can apply to do their homework in the classroom, or they can go back to the dormitory to study.

After Ling Lang returned to the dormitory, he took out his long-lost homework from his schoolbag, and lit a small desk lamp to do it.

Although he doesn't like class, he still listens to some content anyway, and his learning ability is not weak. It is not difficult for him to fill in the blanks in the homework, but except for mathematics, the quality of other things is quite worrying.

Two hours later, he went up to the balcony with his homework and yelled at the lighted room opposite.

After a while, Chi Yang lazily came out of the bedroom with slippers on. He was wearing cotton pajamas with a stand-up collar and held a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand, looking like a retired veteran cadre.

The balconies of the dormitories on both sides were very close, so Ling Lang stretched out his arms and packed his homework and threw it over.

"This is mathematics, physics and chemistry students. Mathematics can be completely up to me. Physics and chemistry students suggest that you refer carefully."

Ever since Ling Lang was fooled by Chi Yang on mathematical logic when he was a child, he retaliated and exploded with a strong mathematical talent. He was a perfect scorer in elementary and junior high school, and he even finished high school mathematics by himself in the second year of junior high school.

Chi Yang: "It's okay, it's better than my random answers."

Ling Lang nodded, instead of going back to the room immediately, he casually picked up the pen and paper on the window sill, lay down on the guardrail to write and draw.

The moon is not bad tonight, and he wants to bask in the sun for a while.

"Don't take Wang Mei's words to heart." Ling Lang was not used to comforting others, and his tone was a bit harsh.

"No." Chi Yang smiled, and changed the topic, "By the way, Xiao Lang, if you are free, can you make up for me?"

Ling Lang's pen tip paused, and he raised his head: "Are you joking?"

Chi Yang spread his hands: "Seriously, I don't know anyone in the class well, so I can only ask my dear deskmate, alas, if it's inconvenient for you, let me fend for myself."

Learning is not easy, the handsome guy sighed.

Ling Lang: "My grades are not good."

Chi Yang: "It's okay, anyway, I don't have any big goals in a short period of time, so you can take me to study first, it doesn't matter if you don't learn the knowledge, the main thing is to experience the learning pace and atmosphere of domestic high schools."

Ling Lang: "..."

Since high school, although Ling Lang has not taken a single exam seriously, he has estimated his real grades and put them in at most two books for the college entrance examination. This kind of level is for Chi Yang to make up lessons. It would be a mistake to think about it, but if it is just It is not difficult to study with Chi Yang for a period of time, so that Chi Yang's score can at least surpass his own.

Because his own score is really not high.

After thinking about the trade-offs, Ling Lang drew up a pencil drawing in the sketchbook.

"I'll think about it tonight."

After Ling Lang finished speaking, he tore off the page, folded it into a paper airplane, and flew to Chi Yang's side.

Chi Yang unfolded it and saw that Ling Lang drew him leaning on the balcony railing. Although it was a sketch, it was enough to show his skill in painting.

It's just that Ling Jin should be the one who loves painting, he doesn't remember that Ling Lang has a hobby of painting.

He carefully traced the pencil drawing in front of him with his eyes, and tasted a bit of Ling Jin's painting style from it.

"Sleep." Ling Lang waved his hand, turned and walked to the bedroom.

"I will adapt to domestic studies as soon as possible, and I won't delay you for too long."

After Chi Yang finished talking to Ling Lang's back, there was a faint smile on his lips, and he mouthed "Good night, little wolf cub".

After returning to the room, Chi Yang checked Ling Lang's homework, recorded all the omissions, then opened "Little Wolf Cub Observation Diary" and started typing——

"The little wolf cub started to do his homework, the accuracy rate is not high, but he is very attentive.

He's not suspicious of that, which is a good start."

The next day, in the teacher's office.

Physics teacher: "Big news, big event, Ling Lang handed in his homework!"

Chemistry teacher: "What? Oops, mine is handed in too."

The math teacher put down the red pen, took a sip of tea, and praised, "I didn't expect that Ling Lang's child to solve math problems seriously, and he is so spiritual, and his level is quite good."

Old Liu, the class teacher, heard this, and hurried to look through his Chinese homework, but after looking through it twice, he couldn't find Ling Lang's, and his temples were throbbing with anger.

Well, you bastard, you deliberately don't give me face, right?

In the atmosphere of shock and relief in the office, Lao Liu secretly took it down in his heart.

In the seventh physics class, Ling Lang didn't sleep in a daze, and kept staring at the podium hard.

Chi Yang sat at the side calmly, without asking, he knew that Ling Lang agreed to his request for make-up lessons yesterday.

But Chi Yang wasn't surprised, it doesn't mean the students around him weren't surprised.

Ling Lang used to sit quietly in the corner in the classroom, either in a daze or sleeping, quietly alone, with a unique temperament of world-weariness.

No one had ever seen Ling Lang like this today, as if he had woken up and froze.

He didn't take class seriously for one or two years, and Ling Lang missed half of the class like a lice, like a general who is used to being a master in the battlefield.

"If you can't sit still, it's better to take some notes occasionally."

Ling Lang lowered his head, and a pen with the cap off appeared in front of him.

"Oh."

Ling Lang took it, and drew two wavy lines on the important part of the textbook, and suddenly remembered that he had a pen.

He wrote a few more words in the textbook, and found that Chi Yang's pen produced ink more smoothly than the old pen he hadn't used for many days, so he continued to use it with peace of mind.

After I started taking notes, the second half of class was not so difficult.

The weather was still pleasant during the day, but in the evening it started to blow strong winds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

After dinner, Ling Lang took his schoolbag and went to the opposite apartment building.

Although it was difficult, he finally decided to agree to Chi Yang's request for make-up lessons, because Chi Yang made an ugly face in class all day again today.

Not only him, but Ling Jin certainly doesn't want to see Chi Yang in trouble.

At least Chi Yang can't be worse than him.

This is Ling Lang's first visit to Beigao's two-person apartment, which is larger than his single-person apartment, with an extra bedroom, and the rest of the layout is not much different.

Ling Lang asked, "Where's your roommate?"

Chi Yang: "You've lived across the street for so long, you don't know it's an empty house all the time, do you?"

"Oh, didn't pay much attention."

Chi Yang rubbed his chin, it seems that the little wolf cub is quite worthy of his "unsociable" style.

"Well, where are we going to um... study?" Ling Lang coughed lightly after asking.

The word "learning" is a little bit hot.

"There is no desk in the living room, go to my room."

Chi Yang's bedroom is quite empty, except for the original furniture, there is only a small suitcase.

The lamp on the desk was on, and the textbooks and homework were already arranged, and there were two chairs in front of the desk, obviously for Ling Lang.

Chi Yang pulled back the chair: "Teacher Ling, please sit down."

Ling Lang frowned: "Don't call me 'teacher', I don't deserve it."

Although he is relatively indifferent, he still needs face.

Chi Yang was confident: "Even a barber is called a teacher, you teach me knowledge, why don't you deserve to be my teacher?"

Ling Lang: "..."

In fact, it's not mainly whether he deserves it or not, it's just that he feels that the responsibility on his body is heavier and he feels a little uncomfortable.

Ling Lang is best at mathematics, so the lectures naturally start with mathematics.

Recently, I am learning conic sections. This part is like a stumbling block in high school mathematics. Many students are in a trance after learning it for a few days. However, Ling Lang has always been super sensitive to coordinates, and his thinking in solving problems is also very good. Ingenious, often in a different way.

Chi Yang observed Ling Lang's whole process of solving a college entrance examination question, it was more concise and clear than the reference answer, Chi Yang couldn't help but applaud him.

"You are so good at math, no wonder many girls confess to you."

"They confessed to me not because I was good at math, they didn't know I was good at math."

Just kidding, Ling Lang is as cute as solving math problems.

Chi Yang couldn't help laughing: "Do you still remember when you were in primary school, your father was afraid that you wouldn't think about becoming a mathematician?"

pat!

The pen cap was snapped off vigorously and fell to the ground.

Ling Lang said coldly: "Don't mention him in front of me."

Not only the voice, Ling Lang's entire face turned cold.

Obviously it was stepped on the wolf's tail.

In Chi Yang's original impression, although Ling Rongjiang was too busy with his children to get together less often, but at most the relationship between father and son was not that close, and the relationship would not be so rigid that it could not even be mentioned.

It seems that what Ling Rongjiang said is right, there is indeed a big unknown problem between the father and son.

Chi Yang reflected on his carelessness in his heart, and could only honestly bear the consequences of the child becoming a wolf cub when he got angry.

The room was too stuffy, the windows were not closed, and there was still a strong wind blowing outside, violently rolling up the curtains and twisting them back and forth into twists.

Ling Lang's writing strength became much heavier, the tip of the pen made a sound on the draft paper, and he solved a somewhat difficult hyperbola in two or three strokes, and asked without explaining, "Do you understand? "

His face was dark and his eyes were frozen, as if he was about to beat someone up in the next second, and he wouldn't dare to say that he didn't understand.

However, Chi Yang really understood, in other words, he could do these questions originally.

"Understood, you speak very well."

Chi Yang deliberately leaned half of his body on Ling Lang's body, trying to beg for forgiveness by being close.

The warm air sprinkled behind the ears, and the thin ice in Ling Lang's eyes faltered, but he didn't dodge it, and said in a firm tone, "Next question."

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes outside the window, and with a thud, Ling Lang's pen tip scratches Chi Yang's homework, which appears extremely sharp and clear in the small bedroom.

Chi Yang clearly felt Ling Lang's body tremble.

Five seconds later, a huge thunder exploded.

Under the warm-colored desk lamp, Ling Lang's face turned pale, and the hand holding the pen was strained a few times, and his knuckles turned pale.

He was like a beast in danger, his back tensed, waiting for the next attack to come.

The second thunderclap did not sound for a long time.

Chi Yang flattened the homework paper and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

"No..." Ling Lang clenched his fists, his trembling voice betrayed the calmness on his face.

Chi Yang didn't expose him.

"The conditions given in this question are misleading. Obviously, the two hyperbolas have a common asymptote..."

After a burst of thunder, Ling Lang became more obedient, and his tone of voice softened. However, rather than being soft, it would be more appropriate to say that he became weak.

When the second thunder was caught off guard, Ling Lang obviously couldn't pretend to be calm, and the tip of the pen stuck heavily on the paper.

Chi Yang silently rescued his rotting homework from Ling Lang's pen, and said, "It's been more than 40 minutes, let's take a break between classes."

"Ah."

Ling Lang put down his pen, stretched his stiff fingers, raised his head, and burst into a warm smile.

At that moment, it was as if someone wrapped a soft woolen blanket around his messy heart.

Inadvertently, he looked at Chi Yang's face a few more times.

The little wolf cub who had just finished being vicious turned his head and was frightened by the thunder so that his face turned pale. Chi Yang couldn't bear it, and went to the living room to pour Ling Lang a cup of hot water.

When he returned to the house, Ling Lang was looking sideways at the door, his eyes were, let alone hopeful.

Seeing that Chi Yang had returned, Ling Lang quickly sat up straight and pretended nothing happened.

Chi Yang also pretended not to see, and handed over the steaming glass.

Ling Lang looked down at the bony hand in front of him. Blue blood vessels protruded across the thin skin, and there was a faint layer of calluses on the fingertips.

This is a hand that looks extremely aggressive, and it doesn't match the gentle smile on the owner's face.

He took the glass slowly.

Chi Yang went over and closed the window, and in the next second, big raindrops poured down, crackling and smashing on the window.

After the rain fell, the thunder stopped and Ling Lang gradually calmed down.

Night rain sound is the best white noise.

The two gradually got into a good place, leaning their arms together, unknowingly finished their homework and reviewed all the content of today's class.

The hour hand just passed ten o'clock.

The rain outside the window also stopped.

Everything is just right.

When Ling Lang returned to the apartment, Chi Yang insisted on seeing him off.

The two of them also ran into a wet Pitao at the door of the apartment building, and Ling Lang fed it a small bag of dog food.

"I went in." Ling Lang said.

"The weather forecast says it will be sunny in the second half of the night." Chi Yang pointed his phone at Ling Lang's back, "Call me if you need something."

After a full meal, Pi Tao sat on the ground and looked at Ling Lang's back together with Chi Yang. The more he watched, the happier he was. When he got excited, he shook his hair crazily, and threw all the dirt on his body onto Chi Yang's trouser legs.

Chi Yang let out a "fuck" in his heart.

Threatening in a low voice: "Boy, if it weren't for his face, you wouldn't be able to eat and walk around today."

Pi Tao stared at Chi Yang's gray-green eyes for a few seconds, as if feeling the threat from another race of the same family, Sa Yazi ran away.

Chi Yang turned around and went back to his apartment building, opened the document of "Little Wolf Cub Observation Diary", and entered——

"The little wolf cub didn't sleep in class today, but he couldn't sit still;

Little wolf cubs become obedient when they strike thunder.”