My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

After saying this, he saw that the "the other party is typing" above the chat box disappeared, and it took a while for it to reappear.

Then the continuous mapping sent over two words, which was simply "no".

"Why?" Jiang Huang asked.

Continuous mapping: "There is no why."

Jiang Huang stared at this sentence for a few seconds, and somehow felt that the tone of the gold master's father was a little familiar.

Originally, he didn't have any desire to explore the continuous mapping, but the other party was so hidden, and he didn't even want to open a microphone, so he couldn't help being curious.

The curious Jiang Huang asked smartly: "Why, your voice is ugly?"

It's a pity that not everyone in the world is as easily provoked as he is. Continuous Mapping doesn't want to prove whether his voice is good, but just replied flatly: "Yes."

Jiang Huang still wanted to fight for it: "It's okay, I don't mind."

Continuous mapping: "Jiang Huang."

Continuous Mapping: "You've wasted a lot of time discussing this with me."

Cut, no energy.Jiang Huang saw that the gold master's father was so persistent, so he had no choice but to say angrily: "That's fine, brother, you can do whatever you want."

After a pause, he muttered again: "Don't even listen to your voice, cheapskate."

Continuous Mapping responded quickly this time: "What did you say about me?"

Jiang Huang faltered and said: "I said... I said brother, you don't let me hear your voice, I feel very sad."

Continuous Mapping: "Yeah, how sad?"

"I'm so sad that I don't even want to do my math homework," Jiang Huang vowed, "Really, I have decided not to write the questions assigned by the teaching assistant today."

After saying this, Continuous Mapping ignored him.

Jiang Huang didn't wait for a reply, so he tentatively asked, "Brother? Are you still there?"

It took a long time for the continuous mapping to reply to him: "Do you think you are right?"

Looking at the screen of the phone, Jiang Huang felt that the gold master's father suddenly became like a worried father.

Facing the worrying father, of course, you can play a rogue, Jiang Huang said cheekily: "I can write if I can hear your voice."

Shen Xingyi's fingers were hanging above the keyboard. Of course he couldn't let Jiang Huang hear his own voice, but the kids were really difficult, and the threat of not doing homework worked well for him.

Forget it, let's deal with Jiang Huang first, and talk about the future.

So he said: "You can hear it if you pass the final exam of high mathematics."

"Final exam?" Jiang Huang couldn't help asking why.

The continuous mapping seemed to know what he wanted to say next, and sent a message before that: "Do you think you can't take the test?"

Jiang Huang's character is too easy to figure out, and Shen Xingyi has pinpointed his fatal spot, knowing how to say the best way to make children submit subconsciously.

Sure enough, Jiang Huang immediately raised his voice: "Who said that? It's only sixty, how could I not pass the exam, be careful, I'll pass one hundred!"

Shen Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and typed back to him: "Okay, I'll wait."

Then he sent a brief formula proof, but Jiang Huang didn't understand it, so he started asking questions, and was successfully distracted by him.

The sleep time that night was longer than usual. At the end, Jiang Huang glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said to himself, "It's been half an hour."

As soon as Shen Xing heard it, he said to him, "I will give you the money later."

"Brother, I didn't mean that," Jiang Huang quickly explained, "I just said it casually, I'm not such a fussy person."

His tone was flustered, as if he was afraid of being misunderstood.

If Shen Xingyi had spoken instead of typing, Jiang Huang would have noticed that his tone was softer than usual: "Got it."

Only then did Jiang Huang feel relieved, and said softly, "Brother, good night."

Shen Xingyi was not used to talking nonsense like this to people, but he could hear Jiang Huang paused slightly after he finished speaking, waiting for him, and the sound of shallow breathing came from the speaker.

"Good night." Shen Xing replied.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Huang was in a daze for a while. He felt that the continuous mapping of people is very good. It is not the kind of people he thought at the beginning who are stupid and rich. good.

He can probably imagine the appearance of the continuous mapping—a few years older than him, the person should be tall and straight, dressed clean and expensive, very talented in learning, and can get good grades without too much effort , the family is rich and concerned about the education of the child, and will give him enough freedom.

In short, he is the kind of person who will not be troubled by any problems, just go forward smoothly, and can go to a place where the heights are extremely cold in his own field.

If he is more good-looking and likes men, he is basically his ideal type.

When thinking of this, Jiang Huang shook his head as if he woke up, no, he can think too much, he has never met him, he is still a straight man, and he started talking about his ideal type, which is the same as wheat before it is planted. Thinking about what kind of stuffing dumplings are like.

Then again, I don't know what a continuous map looks like?

Jiang Huang clicked into his circle of friends, only to see a gray horizontal line.

If you think about it, no personal information will be disclosed to him, even the voice can only be heard after the distant final exam if he has to play a rogue, his face must be covered more tightly, maybe it will take him 100 years to read it after coaxing him to sleep, I don't know how much bastard to eat to survive until then.

But he thinks continuous mapping must be a handsome guy, intuition.

His intuition has always been very accurate, except when doing math problems... Wait, when it comes to math problems, where did he put the page that Shen Xingyi gave him?

Jiang Huang thought of something, jumped up from the stool, ran to the washing machine in three steps at a time, and opened the drum door violently.

Hold.

Countless pieces of paper stick evenly to the dried clothes, and Shen Xingyi's handwriting has already flowed into the sewer along with the dirty water.

Jiang Huang squatted in front of the roller and thought about his life painfully for a long time, and finally decided to call Shen Xingyi.

One second before dialing out, he stopped again, looked at the wall clock on the wall, and decided to wait a little longer.

Jiang Huang stayed on until two o'clock in the morning, thinking that Shen Xingyi should have fallen asleep, and calling at this moment would definitely wake him up, so he confidently pressed the voice call on the chat interface.

To his surprise, Shen Xingyi answered the call quickly, and his voice didn't sound sleepy: "What are you doing?"

"You, you didn't sleep?" Jiang Huang asked stammeringly, a little disappointed in his heart.

Shen Xingyi really didn't sleep. The sleep hotline tonight almost became his tutoring hotline for Jiang Huang. The more he did math problems, the more awake he became. After hanging up the phone, he looked up the dictionary and read the original French version of Galois. Cohomology", before you know it, this time has come.

"Is there something wrong?" Shen Xingyi didn't answer Jiang Huang's words.

Jiang Huang scratched his head: "Oh, that's right, I accidentally washed the math problem you gave me in my trouser pocket..."

"Washed?" Shen Xing frowned, "Didn't you remember to take out the important things before washing?"

Jiang Huang didn't speak.

As soon as Shen Xing understood, he said mockingly: "Oh, math problems are not important, so aren't grades also important?"

Although the math problems are not important, the grades are still very important.Jiang Huang quickly explained: "No, it should be taken out normally."

"Then why didn't you take it?" Shen Xing asked.

"Because..." Jiang Huang gritted his teeth, "Because I'm abnormal, are you satisfied?"

Shen Xing was dissatisfied, he tapped the table with his fingertips, and asked pointedly: "Jiang Huang, who am I?"

"...Brother, let's do it, brother." Jiang Huang vowed that if Shen Xing said something annoying again and again, he would immediately drop his phone, forget all math problems and high math scores, whoever he loves, whoever he will be with if he has a doctorate in mathematics Horizontal.

The voice of the doctor of mathematics flipping through the book and taking pictures rang on the phone. After a while, Shen Xingyi said, "The photos have been sent to you. Finish them on the weekend and give them to me in class next week."

Jiang Huang let out an "oh", didn't want to say thank you, and planned to hang up the phone directly.

"Jiang Huang." Shen Xingyi called him suddenly.

"I got it, I got it, thank you, thank you, have you done it?" Jiang Huang said impatiently, thinking that the doctor of mathematics is really rigorous, and he will not let go of every opportunity that can impress him.

Shen Xing paused, apparently not wanting to tell Jiang Huang this: "From next time, the tutoring will be changed to the morning, and I will inform you of the specific time."

Jiang Huang was taken aback.

Shen Xingyi heard Jiang Huang say that the light in the corridor was broken, and seeing the child's carefree look, he probably wouldn't go to someone to fix it. He made this decision out of safety considerations. After all, the students are taking tutoring with him. If something happened on the way home from the end of the year, it would not be nice to hear about it.

"Why?" Jiang Huang asked a hundred thousand whys like Ben.

Shen Xingyi casually made up a reason: "It's not convenient for me at night."

"Inconvenient at night?" Jiang Huang thought of something, and his tone suddenly became ambiguous, "Is your girlfriend jealous because you came home late?"

"Jiang Huang." Shen Xing said with a warning.

Jiang Huang seemed to have caught something against Shen Xingyi, and said triumphantly, "If she knows that I'm gay, will she be more worried..."

Shen Xing interrupted him coldly: "I don't have a girlfriend."

Jiang Huang wanted to say something, but Shen Xingyi had already hung up the phone.

Neuropathy.Jiang Huang curled his lips, "If you don't have a girlfriend, you don't have one, why are you so angry."

They all study mathematics, why can't Shen Xingyi learn from others' continuous mapping.

Jiang Huang yawned, saved the photo of the math problem in his phone, and turned off the light.

On Sunday, he was locked up at home for a whole day. From morning to night, he finally understood the questions Shen Xingyi assigned to him to a point of seven or eight. Emboldened.

He entered the school through the east gate, and when he passed the parking lot, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar looking SUV.

Isn't that Shen Xingyi's car?

After Jiang Huang was sure, he looked around for no one, then tiptoed over, took out a marker pen from his bag, and prepared to paint a big bastard on the hood of Shen Xingyi's car.

Just as he was about to write, a voice suddenly sounded next to his ear: "What are you painting?"

Jiang Huang's hand shook, and the marker pen hit the hood of the car and fell to the ground again.

He turned his head and saw Shen Xingyi's condescending face.

Jiang Huang shouted in desperation: "I paint... I want to make it auspicious!"