My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

The sweater Shen Xingyi was wearing today had loose cuffs, and when he raised his arm, it would slip off, showing his slender and strong wrist. Just now, when he pressed Jiang Huang's shoulder, his watch was naturally exposed.

"Your watch..." Jiang Huang swallowed, and asked with difficulty.

Shen Xingyi was surprised that the child recognized his watch, he said flatly: "You have a good eye, this watch has been discontinued now."

"Stop production?" Jiang Huang repeated.

"Why, do you want it?" Shen Xingyi looked at him.

Jiang Huang shook his head, as if hesitating for something, and after a long time, he managed to say: "Does anyone else have a watch like this in our school?"

Although Shen Xingyi thought the question was weird, he still maintained the rigor of a PhD in mathematics and said, "The probability is very small, at least I haven't seen it before."

Jiang Huang stopped talking, and still held onto Shen Xingyi's hand, with an expression on his face as if he was thinking about some important issue.

"Jiang Huang." Shen Xing called him, and lifted his chin lightly.

Jiang Huang let go of Shen Xingyi as if awakened, and then glanced at him guiltily.

Shen Xingyi didn't know what the kid was thinking, so he went back to the table and sat down, and handed Jiang Huang's test paper to him: "See for yourself if there are any questions that you can solve now."

Jiang Huang was distracted during the exam that day, and started writing without even reading the questions carefully. The process of writing was messy, and most of them made mistakes.

He stared at the paper in front of him without saying a word, and just when Shen Xing thought that the kid was about to slap his face and say he couldn't do it, Jiang Huang started to write with a serious face while holding a pen.

He writes and stops, it doesn't look like he is doing math problems, but like consulting on national affairs.

Shen Xingyi didn't care about these things, but waited for him to bring them over for approval after he finished.

"Isn't it possible to do well?" Shen Xing said while criticizing, "If you don't like mathematics so much, you must perform poorly in the exam?"

"No." Jiang Huang said suddenly.

Shen Xing paused: "Nothing?"

"I don't like mathematics." Jiang Huang said a little awkwardly, and after he finished speaking, he sneaked a look at Shen Xingyi.

It was rare for Jiang Huang to speak directly, but Shen Xingyi understood something else.

If you don't like mathematics, you don't like him.

That's why I failed the exam on purpose.

Seeing that Shen Xing didn't answer, Jiang Huang added on his own: "Actually, sometimes I think mathematics is okay, and I might like it."

For example, when he learned that he couldn't get rich by buying lottery tickets, he suffered a lot and turned around.

"Like it? Is it so wrong to like it?" Shen Xingyi tapped Jiang Huang's first edition paper with the tip of his pen.

"...There is no distinction between right and wrong when it comes to feelings," Jiang Huang said.

When Shen Xing saw the child go out of his way to prove that he actually hated himself rather than mathematics, Shen Xing's face became darker than before. He didn't say a word during the lecture to Jiang Huang, and unconsciously used the tip of the pen when it slid across the paper. Apply force, leaving shallow dents.

The tuition ended earlier than what Shen Xingyi told Jiang Huang. Jiang Huang looked at his watch and asked, "Isn't it still here?"

Shen Xing took a deep look at him, and said meaningfully: "Don't you feel better this way?"

Jiang Huang froze for a moment, then heard Shen Xingyi say: "Next time, tutoring will be suspended."

"Pause? Don't you give me tutoring?" Jiang Huang came back to his senses and asked.

Shen Xingyi didn't look at him: "There are papers to be revised."

It is true that the dissertation needs to be corrected, but the suspension of tutoring is his temporary decision.

He felt that Jiang Huang should be given more time to calm down without having to face himself, so that the children might be able to understand something.

Jiang Huang subconsciously wanted to ask when the paper could be revised, but Shen Xingyi's expression made him back off, and he just let out an "oh" a little uneasy.

For the first time, Shen Xingyi left the place where the two of them were tutoring. Jiang Huang sat in the research room of the library and found that he seemed to have messed up everything.

It turned out that Shen Xingyi was the senior brother who made his heart flutter for the first time, and it was also the continuous reflection of his uncontrollable fondness on the other end of the phone.

Countless timelines, countless intersections, point to the same person.

In the most failed year of his life, he met the person he liked when he met again, but not only failed to recognize the other person, but also mistook the other person's concern for teasing, and wasted it completely.

Jiang Huang thought of every word Shen Xingyi said and every action he did, from holding him in a skirt to hugging his hand and kissing him, he was finally able to confirm that that person actually liked him.

At this moment, there is only one thing left in his mind, is there still time?

Is there still time to bring back Shen Xingyi?

Jiang Huang became restless. He didn't know if he could go directly to Shen Xingyi now. Thinking that the other party said that he wanted to revise the thesis just now, he was afraid of disturbing him. After a while, a voice call was made to the account of Continuous Mapping.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xing refused to answer.

A reminder that the other party's mobile phone might not be around appeared on the screen. Jiang Huang waited patiently for the last beep of the reminder, but Shen Xingyi's voice did not come from the receiver.

He belatedly thought that this was probably the trumpet that Shen Xingyi had specially opened at that time, the kind that he would not use if he had nothing to do.

And the reason why Shen Xingyi didn't go up at this time today can only be because of the elegant literary works he recited yesterday.

Jiang Huang regretted so much that he wanted to slap himself. If he had known that Shen Xing would ignore him for a while, he would not have read any love stories about a male toad and a mother toad.

After hesitating for a moment, he called the other party's usual WeChat, but he was pressed as soon as he dialed out.

Several messages pop up on the screen.

Shen Xingyi: "Jiang Huang."

Shen Xingyi: "I'm busy."

Just looking at these two lines of words, Jiang Huang could imagine Shen Xing's expressionless perfunctory expression.

In fact, Shen Xingyi didn't perfunctory Jiang Huang, but was really revising the thesis.

Last time, the tutor gave him a topic, and he handed it in after he finished writing it. The tutor sent a revised suggestion according to the usual practice. After he corrected it, the tutor helped him to submit the manuscript. However, the editor-in-chief of the target journal seemed not satisfied, so he called back Let him revise it a second time.

At this time, Shen Xingyi was catching up with the opening of his doctoral dissertation, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit out of his way. Besides, he felt that Jiang Huang came to find him now, and he probably had some tricks to play.

Jiang Huang's desire to win will always be ignited at some unexpected times. He looked at the phone that he was hung up on the screen, and he was not discouraged. Instead, he started to run his brain rapidly, thinking about how to make Shen Xing take care of him.

It is possible to meet each other in high math class, but Shen Xingyi is likely to deal with him in a business-like manner, which is not acceptable.

What about the Shen Xing family?Although Jiang Huang had been there several times, he didn't remember the way, so he couldn't go either.

He thought hard for a long time, and finally remembered a little ancestor who might be able to help him.