My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

Fortunately, there is such a thing as law in the world, otherwise Father Jiang would have broken Jiang Huang's leg by now.

Fortunately, he didn't come here today to ask his son Xingshi to question him. He also knew that he had been absent too much during Jiang Huang's growth, so no matter what Jiang Huang did, he would not be too harsh if he could tolerate it.

It doesn't matter even if you live with a man, as long as the two of you can take care of each other, besides, Shen Xingyi seems to be much more reliable than Jiang Huang, making him wonder if Jiang Huang has lowered his head to Shen Xing.

Jiang's father is actually not very good at talking with his son, so he just expressed his attitude clumsily and told Jiang Huang that he had no objection.

Jiang Huang didn't know what to say, and it seemed a little awkward to thank Jiang, so he just said "um", and choked out a sentence for a long time: "I will honor you well in the future."

"Honor me?" Jiang's father couldn't think of how his son could honor him because he was so rich, "Are you going to bury me closer when I die, and take it out to have a look if you miss me?"

After this brief father-son meeting, Jiang Huang found that his father had returned to the unreliable state of ignoring him before, and even now that there was Shen Xingyi, the degree of indifference tended to intensify.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to worry about these, because the final exam of high mathematics was coming soon.

Jiang Huang tried to bribe Shen Xingyi countless times to give him a few questions, and even sacrificed his appearance to throw a lot of sugar-coated shells in the past, but the other party was still unmoved, and always insisted on throwing the sugar-coated shells back. The policy made Jiang Huang deeply realize what it means not to make small calculations in front of a doctor of mathematics.

Although he didn't give him thorough questions, Shen Xingyi was still very serious about supervising him in mathematics. He would assign him a separate homework every day, time him to finish it, and then give him corrections.

Jiang Huang was somewhat enthusiastic at the beginning, but as the days went by, his attitude became more and more perfunctory, and he was unwilling to write questions that were too simple, and he just wrote numbers randomly.

As soon as Shen Xing discovered this problem, he asked him with the calculation paper: "Have you started to hate mathematics again?"

"No, I really like mathematics." Jiang Huang emphasized "I really like it".

Shen Xingyi tapped on a certain question number with the tip of his pen: "I like this question and did it wrong?"

"That's because... because there is no right or wrong when it comes to feelings!" Jiang Huang said forcefully.

Shen Xing ignored the kid's nonsense, and continued to enlighten him: "This is a sub-question. You must get this part of the score during the exam, you know."

"Brother, do you know a word that says you can't take what's not mine." Jiang Huang said with a playful smile.

Shen Xingyi finally realized the child's lack of cooperation today: "What, are you tired? Don't want to do it?"

Jiang Huang gave an honest "hmm".

Shen Xing thought for a while: "Then this week, I'll reduce one question for you every day, is that okay?"

"Can't you rest for a few days?" Jiang Huang was not satisfied.

Shen Xing refused expressionlessly: "Jiang Huang, don't digress."

Jiang Huang didn't like high math class at first, but compared with the devil tutoring Shen Xingyi is giving him now, high math class is like his happy hometown. After all, he can sneak away when Shen Xingyi is not paying attention. What.

Zhou Huai found that Jiang Huang was very active in high math class recently, and sometimes came earlier than him, and even gave him a seat. Every time he sat down next to Jiang Huang, he could hear the other party reciting the formula, the content Sometimes Taylor, sometimes Leibniz.

"Brother Jiang, I think you should use a pen to write. A good memory is not as good as a bad pen." Zhou Huai suggested.

Jiang Huang nodded thoughtfully: "You're right, no matter how much I memorize, it's better to copy it on the table before the exam."

As soon as Shen Xing heard it, he coughed meaningfully, and Jiang Huang remembered that Dr. Shen was still beside him, and he immediately persuaded: "I was just joking, brother, don't take it seriously."

After entering December, there were more snowy days, and the final week of S University began at the end of the month. Jiang Huang was more relaxed than others, because there was only one high-level math test to prepare for.

Shen Xingyi's papers had always been difficult in the past, but this time there were a lot more basic questions. When Liang Yan gave him the test, he said, "This paper is not your style."

"Don't you think it's troublesome to adjust the score when it's too difficult to mark the test paper?" Shen Xingyi said lightly.

Liang Yan put the pen in his hand and twirled it, and said in a teasing tone: "Is that so, Dr. Shen Da is afraid of trouble."

When he was turning the pen, he accidentally turned it off, and the cap of the pen fell apart, splashing a few drops of ink on the table. Shen Xing wiped it with paper, and finally said, "I also want to take care of my children."

Liang Yan said "tsk tut" twice: "The children of this year should really write a thank you letter to Jiang Huang collectively, otherwise they will score seventy or eighty at most on the papers issued by Dr. Shen Da."

The final exams of S University are all invigilated by teaching assistants. Originally, Jiang Huang would be nervous if someone was around when doing the questions, but because Shen Xingyi kept staring at him when he was at home, he didn’t feel anything unusual this time. How should he write? Just how to write, if you know it, you will answer it seriously, if you don't know it, you will make up two sentences and skip it. At the end of the test, when you look back, you feel that you must pass the test without any problem.

He handed in the papers ahead of time, and Shen Xing asked in a low voice, "Would you like to check again?"

"I've checked everything I can, and I can't make it if I can't." Jiang Huang said with a smile.

Seeing that the child's tone was relaxed, Shen Xing knew that he had done well in the exam, so he was relieved and let him go after asking him to sign the test room list. After scanning Jiang Huang's papers, he was surprised to find that the child's score should be in the Eighty up.

It seems that during this period of time, he really studied hard. Shen Xingyi felt that he was right. If Jiang Huang did something seriously, he could still do it well.

The grades are a matter of the winter vacation. Jiang Huang pestered Shen Xing to ask questions three times a day. Shen Xing insisted on the principle of not divulging them in advance and wanted to surprise the children until the day when the grades were uploaded to the educational affairs system. Jiang Huang came over to see his score.

"Fuck!" Jiang Huang couldn't believe that he got it in the test. The score was 86, which was much better than his expectation, which made him wonder if Shen Xingyi had let him down.

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows: "Is this how your brother's character is in your eyes?"

Jiang Huang recalled what Shen Xingyi did when he faced his temptation before, and realized that this score should really be obtained by himself, so he said a lot of "fuck me" again and again.

"Pay attention to civilization, kid." Shen Xing reminded him with a smile.

Jiang Huang looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly put his arms around his neck and kissed him, young and reckless, like a small animal, carelessly rubbing against Shen Xingyi's lips.

Shen Xing pressed close to him and asked, "So happy?"

After a pause, he said, "If I had studied hard earlier, I wouldn't have to wait until now to get this score."

The tone is not without regret.

"But I think it's just right now." Jiang Huang whispered.

Otherwise, how did I meet you, how did I know that the secret love can have results, the earth rotates day and night, and the stories that should happen will happen.

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