I attacked the god of learning

The next moment, Jian Xing's finger landed on Cheng Xinglin's lips.

Extend the peak of the upper lip with your fingertips, and swipe lightly.

The moment Jian Xing's slightly cool fingers touched his lips, Cheng Xinglin felt his head numb as if being hit by an electric current.

The whole scalp is about to explode——

Cheng Xinglin subconsciously shrank back.

But Jian Xing pinched his chin with his thumb, feeling his retreat, Jian Xing pulled Cheng Xinglin forward.

"Senior..." Cheng Xinglin was a little anxious.

"Focus." Jian Xing only said such a sentence succinctly.

Who can concentrate at this time? ? ?

but……

He doesn't focus, it seems to be a waste of time learning God.

Jian Xing finally found time to accompany him...

And Sister Ya... I'm also watching the two of them in the video now.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xinglin took a breath.

Try to follow Jian Xing's requirements, and try to keep your energy on the matter of "practicing pronunciation".

Jian Xing: "Sister Ya just told you about the resonant cavity, think about it, what kind of lips should be."

Cheng Xinglin: "..." He tried hard to focus on his lips.

Jian Xing: "I'm going to drink, don't stop drinking - go down."

My mind is full of things—Sister Ya’s teaching, imagining the appearance of my own lips, Jian Xing’s finger on it, and someone outside is watching him.

In this very extreme state, Cheng Xinglin still showed his full strength, and tried his best to read the sentence in "Jiangjinjiu" according to his understanding of the teaching.

Just halfway through reading, he felt the weight of Jian Xing's fingers touching his lips.

Cheng Xinglin fell silent for a moment.

He felt Jian Xing's fingertips tracing along his lips, and then directly opened his lips.

Then, Jian Xing asked him to look at the computer monitor - he opened the front camera just now, and Cheng Xinglin could see his own mouth shape on it.

"Come on, remember it." Jian Xing said, "The way to open the mouth is correct."

Cheng Xinglin stared at the screen for a while, then heard Jian Xing ask: "Is it all right?"

Cheng Xinglin opened his mouth, confirmed it, and nodded.

Jian Xing lifted up the phone and put it in front of Cheng Xinglin, and asked Cheng Xinglin to face Sister Ya: "Read it to her."

Cheng Xing was flushed, but he still tried his best to maintain his state, reciting poems to Sister Ya inside.

The sound quality of the mobile phone is not good, and Sister Ya tried to listen.

This time I was finally satisfied: "Yes, that's how it is."

Seeing that Cheng Xinglin finally learned it, Sister Ya breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, is your class over? Let's take a break, and I'll go drink some water too—" Suppressed.

Sister Ya: "Well, we'll see you in 10 minutes."

Jian Xing said OK to Sister Ya.

Sister Ya said, and hurried away from the phone.

When she left, she didn't forget to turn off the mute, only her mouth could be seen one by one in the phone.

But if Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing can read lips, they will find that what Sister Ya is saying to the programmer brother is: "Damn it, Jian Xing will kill him! Does he like Xiao Chengzi? What? Practice to get started???"

The moment Sister Ya left, the door of their classroom was also opened.

"So why on earth are you already a high school student, and you still call the classroom to learn Excel?" A girl complained and opened the door. She turned her back to the classroom and didn't see what was going on inside.

Just after complaining, his arm was pushed by the companion next to him.

"What's the matter?" The girl glanced at her companion inexplicably, but she saw her companion winking at her and asked her to look into the classroom.

I saw Xue Shen lowered his head and was packing his things, while the school bully who was so handsome this morning was sitting blankly by the computer.

If I'm not mistaken...

The school bully's lips were still a little red.

"I'm sorry." Jian Xing folded up all the things, hugged himself, and said to the person at the door, "We were just practicing for the cultural festival program, so I'm bothering you."

"..."

No disturbance, only shock.

There is no need for Xueshen to apologize, it is okay to treat us as dead.

"Let's go." Jian Xing said to Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin nodded, put his hands in his pockets, and followed Jian Xing outside.

The moment Cheng Xinglin passed by the group of girls who came to class, the girls felt—if I read correctly, all the exposed skin of the school bully seemed to be... pink.

What program can I practice to achieve this effect? ?

The girls silently exchanged glances, and after the bully and the god of learning left, they lowered their heads and opened a post on the forum.

Theme post: [In the electric classroom, I met the god of learning and the school bully alone. The school bully is familiar with everyone. I stand for Xueshen x school bully, and the names are different. 】

Of course, Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing were unaware of these disturbances on the campus network.

The two of them walked into the electric classroom next door, Jian Xing put down his things, and said to Cheng Xinglin, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying this, Jian Xing opened the door and went out.

Cheng Xinglin watched Jian Xing go out.

As soon as he went out, Cheng Xinglin slowly crawled into his arms.

He covered his red ears with his big arms.

calm.

Cheng Xinglin said in his heart—be sure to calm down.

He's just an ordinary guy who confessed his failure last Wednesday.

Jian Xing only started to help him correct his mouth shape.

besides……

and nothing else.

After all, Jian Xing seemed very calm from the beginning to the end just now, without any mood swings.

Cheng Xinglin raised his head a little bit, and looked at the sky filled with a few cotton-like clouds outside.

The light in the eyes brightened, as if there was a hint of anticipation.

Then...is there anything else?

It's hard to say if there will be anything else.

The only thing I know is that Jian Xing hurried into the bathroom and didn't go to the bathroom after entering.

He stood in front of the sink, took a breath, and turned on the cold water valve.

The cool water poured on Jian Xing's wrist, but it couldn't take away the red from his fingertips.

There are never colors that represent emotions on Jian Xing's face.

When he was excited or nervous, it was reflected on his fingers instead.

His fingertips turned red the moment they touched Cheng Xinglin's lips.

in fact……

There were at least four ways to correct Cheng Xinglin just now.

Jian Xing didn't know why he chose the most intimate one.

But now he can't calm down and think about the cause and effect just now.

He rubbed his red fingertips between the running water, and the only thing he could think of was...

Cheng Xinglin's lips were so soft.

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It feels like the cream on top of a birthday cake.

It seemed to be softer than the water he was touching now.

He would like to touch again if he could.

Jian Xing's heart skipped a beat - he was taught since he was a child that "a gentleman does not violate the rules".

But why... such a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared...?

Jian Xing rushed at his red fingertips for a while.

I didn't stay in the bathroom for too long, so I seized a suitable time to go back.

When Jian Xing went back, Cheng Xinglin had already stood up and was practicing with the elevated mobile phone.

Hearing the sound of Jian Xing opening the door, Cheng Xinglin was not disturbed either.

It wasn't until Cheng Xinglin finished practicing this time that he realized that Jian Xing had returned.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin called him, then pointed to the phone screen, indicating that he wanted to listen to Sister Ya's comments.

Jian Xing nodded, and went to join him in front of the phone screen to listen to what Sister Ya had to say.

This time, Cheng Xinglin's condition was obviously much better.

It's vaguely professional—mainly, Cheng Xinglin's initial vocal condition is really good.

Even without training, this kind of voice condition is naturally suitable for reciting.

After hearing Sister Ya's evaluation, Cheng Xinglin heaved a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head by chance, and suddenly saw very obvious red marks on Jian Xing's fingers.

"...Senior." Cheng Xinglin frowned and asked, "Did you...where did you rub your finger?"

Cheng Xinglin: "It's so popular."

"..." Jian Xing was silent for a while, and then said, "It's okay—keep practicing, let's practice for half a class, can we get it done?"

half a class?So fast?

Cheng Xinglin instantly became nervous.

I didn't even bother to delve into what happened to the unnatural marks on Jian Xing's hands.

"Wow, you are a superman when you think of Xiao Chengzi." Sister Ya sighed over there, "But, it should be possible."

Sister Ya also said so, and Jian Xing also asked for it.

Cheng Xinglin didn't care about anything else, he immersed himself in this task and practiced seriously.

Two or 10 minutes is enough to practice five or six times. At the last time, Sister Ya also nodded, indicating that this state is okay.

"You still have to go to the Chinese teacher to pass the test, right?" Sister Ya asked.

Cheng Xinglin nodded: "Yes."

Sister Ya made an encouraging gesture: "Little Chengzi rushes to the duck, come on!"

That must be cheering.

Cheng Xinglin also made the same gesture towards Sister Ya, picked up the things on his desk, went downstairs with Jian Xing, and returned to the office where Yun Ruolan was.

Yun Ruolan just made herself a cup of scented tea, and was a little surprised when she saw two people coming in: "Are you ready?"

Cheng Xinglin nodded: "Ready."

Yun Ruolan: "Oh, let's start."

"... Has it started yet?" Cheng Xinglin was slightly taken aback.

Yun Ruolan spread her hands: "Hmm, aren't you ready?"

Saying that, Yun Ruolan pulled a chair and sat down, crossed her legs, drank tea, and looked at Cheng Xinglin.

In fact, this kind of scene is difficult to substitute for feelings.

After all, it is a dry office. Besides, there is no BGM, no stage lighting, and no costume blessing.

And the audience is less than one meter away from you, looking at you with a kind of scrutiny.

Cheng Xinglin was not used to the teacher's scrutiny.

Standing in front of Yun Ruolan, he couldn't help being nervous.

but……

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing beside him.

Feeling your nervousness dissipate in an instant.

There is nothing to be nervous about.

Just like fighting—when he fights, he has to win.

Now in front of Teacher Yun, of course, he must impress Teacher Yun.

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes, and he recalled the information about this poem that Jian Xing had found for him just now.

Li Bai's drinking is not written in his most vigorous age.

At that time, Li Bai had already experienced the difficulty of seeking an official, "the road is as blue as the sky, and I can't do it alone".

Appointed by the emperor, he was dismissed and exiled among the people.

But it was not as miserable as being exiled to the remote areas after being imprisoned.

This poem is not full of enthusiasm and high spirits of young people.

It is the courage and firmness that after the ups and downs of life, he did not admit defeat in the name of seeing through, but became more and more frustrated.

to recite it.

Just being heroic is definitely not enough.

The pain of being underappreciated and the bravery of not yielding to fate expressed in the poem are actually the focus of this poem.

But this kind of unyielding is by no means a painful, difficult unyielding, but a kind of unyielding that is so arrogant.

after all--

The manuscripts of the Tang Dynasty that read "All the sages and sages in ancient times are lonely" say, "All the sages and sages in ancient times are dead."

If it is not arrogant to an unimaginable level.

How can you write such a poem?

Cheng Xinglin closed his eyes, and in his brain, he integrated all the things that he had done just now, such as division of paragraphs, and the background of the poem.

When he opened his eyes, his whole demeanor changed instantly.

Li Bai from thousands of years ago seems to overlap with him briefly.

All the sages and sages in ancient times have died, but he, the drinker, still has his name.

Yuan Ruolan's hand holding the cup tightened for a moment. She looked at Cheng Xinglin's expression—it felt right!

But——can the whole body not pull the hips?

Yuan Ruolan sweated silently in her heart.

Compared to Yuan Ruolan's nervousness, Jian Xing seemed very calm.

He stood by the door, looking at Cheng Xinglin who entered the recitation.

Recitation is so magical. Some people may have to stack a lot of background music to support a poem.

But someone just recites, it is enough to hold up a stage.

Cheng Xinglin is such a person.

The more he recites, the better he is.

Following Cheng Xinglin's recitation.

The scene in the office changed, and they seemed to have returned to the Songshan Mountain thousands of years ago.

The cup is empty, but the pride has not stopped.

"Sing a song with Jun, please listen to me."

Although there were only two people present, Jian Xing believed very much—even if the office is full of people, no one will be distracted.

Everyone will be watching Cheng Xinglin closely.

Moreover, from his recitation, I really felt that the rhyme of ancient poems can be so beautiful.

When Cheng Xinglin stopped.

Yun Ruolan couldn't come out right away.

Holding her teacup, she sat in her seat dazedly.

It wasn't until Cheng Xinglin called teacher softly that Yun Ruolan looked up at him blankly as if she had come to her senses.

"Teacher." Cheng Xinglin took a breath, "Do you think... have you passed the review?"

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Yun Ruolan heard Cheng Xinglin's question, but didn't answer right away.

Holding a teacup, she seemed to be looking at Cheng Xinglin thoughtfully.

Cheng Xinglin was suddenly a little nervous - he felt that he was in a good state of reciting just now.

But that's just what he thinks.

In Yun Ruolan's heart...

Will it be far from it.

Cheng Xinglin subconsciously looked up at Jian Xing, but Jian Xing gave him a comforting look.

Sure enough, the next moment, Yuan Ruolan came back to his senses.

Holding her teacup, she shook her head.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Fine.

It is true that not every effort will reap good returns.

If it doesn't work this time, he'll do it again.

Cheng Xinglin: "Okay, teacher, then I..."

Yun Ruolan raised her hand, interrupted his speech, looked at Cheng Xinglin with a smile, Yun Ruolan asked: "If this is not called passing the review."

"Then what is it called?"

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "?????"

pass? ? ?

He passed? ? ?

Is Teacher Yun willing to help him? ? ?

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing in surprise.

Jian Xing still stood at the door without moving, but he raised his still red finger and gave Cheng Xinglin an encouraging thumbs up.

He nodded at him.

Although they were so far apart, this movement felt like a gentle hug on Cheng Xinglin's back.

But Jian Xing's fingertips...why are they so red?

Cheng Xinglin didn't have time to react.

Yun Ruolan had already opened the drawer, took out a coil book, put it on the desk, and pushed it to Cheng Xinglin.

"Look." Yun Ruolan said.

Cheng Xinglin quickly lowered his head, opened the book, and found that it was a 7-minute poetry medley on stage.

Yun Ruolan used Li Bai's poems from the time he came to Chang'an to the time he wrote the wine, and compiled Li Bai's ups and downs in these years together.

Even just looking at it roughly, I feel very shocking.

It is far more grand than just reading "Will Enter the Wine" alone.

"Li Bai's life is very complicated." Yun Ruolan said, "I admit that free and easy is definitely the main theme of his personality, but if some teachers only understand his life as a wrestler holding boots and a noble concubine serving wine, that kind of fiery cooking oil, If the flowers are blooming, then it is completely wrong."

"Li Bai has never been successful in being an official, but he can always stand up. I don't think Li Bai has ever given up on himself in any adversity. This is what I hope your stage can show." Yun Ruolan shrugged, "This book I have been hiding for many years, and Mi Qing called me, and I wanted to use it for you, but if you can’t hold it up, then I’ll hit you, so I forced you, understand?”

Cheng Xinglin nodded immediately: "Yes."

Yun Ruo blue eyes curved: "Then, you really gave me too many surprises."

"Actually, it's because of the senior..." Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to ask for credit by himself, glanced at Jian Xing, and immediately said, "The senior also found the information for me."

"This is what he should do." When Yun Ruolan said this, she became even more excited, "Thank you, Xiao Lin, for letting me out as a Chinese teacher."

"... What evil spirit?" Cheng Xinglin didn't understand.

"Their class is too much, bullying the Chinese teacher." Yun Ruolan started to cry, "Especially Jian Xing, he is always doing math papers in my class, and he never listened to a single section."

"..." Jian Xing sighed, and decided to save his image, "Teacher, in the last monthly exam, I ranked first in Chinese in the science department."

"Heh." Yun Ruolan disdainfully said, "Your victory is just a result of your test-taking skills, not the result of your true love for Chinese."

Jian Xing: "..."

To be honest, he didn't quite understand.

Yun Ruolan doesn't need to care if he understands it or not, anyway, she feels completely at ease after she finished teasing Jian Xing.

She took a sip of scented tea happily to celebrate her staged victory, and then said: "But from now on, you have to deal with Chinese seriously-my child has been hospitalized recently and has no time to practice with him, so Cheng Xinglin I'll leave it to you?"

Jian Xing, who was still sighing silently just now, heard this sentence, and said softly, "No problem, teacher."

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Yun Ruolan saw that Jian Xing agreed so readily, so she didn't continue to tease him about using her Chinese class to do other things.

Instead, he took the coil book that he had written to Cheng Xinglin, analyzed it carefully for him, and roughly explained where and what information should be looked up - he didn't mention what emotion should be used to recite this poem.

If it wasn't for what Cheng Xinglin felt from the bottom of his heart.

Actually pointless.

Yun Ruolan spent ten minutes explaining to Cheng Xinglin.

Jian Xing didn't listen all the time, he went out and made a phone call - just from what he heard before he went out, it seemed that he was calling someone who was doing cleaning.

I'm afraid his house needs to be cleaned.

Cheng Xinglin was not clear about the follow-up, after listening to Yun Ruolan's explanation, he cherished his notebook and went out with Jian Xing.

The school hadn't finished class yet, and the corridor was very quiet, so Jian Xing lowered his voice and told Cheng Xinglin about tonight's arrangements: "From today on, I'll do my best to practice the program. The last self-study session in the afternoon, and the first or fourth self-study session in the evening, have you done it yet?" question."

Cheng Xinglin immediately shook his head: "No."

Jian Xing: "Okay then, you can ask Mr. You to sign the leave slip."

Jian Xing explained again: "I'm going to go out with Pan Yangwen to do some business in the next class. You may have to practice on your own after school. I'll definitely be back before I study by myself at night."

"Senior, you are busy with your work!" Cheng Xinglin said immediately, "By the way - when will you ask for leave, senior? Do you need me to help you?"

I heard Cheng Xinglin say that.

Jian Xing's steps that were moving forward suddenly stopped.

The place where Jian Xing stopped was the back door of a class.

If someone in this classroom turns around to look at the glass window of the rear door by chance, they will be able to see the back of Jian Xing's head and the profile of Cheng Xinglin outside.

"...What's wrong?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"My leave has been requested long ago." Jian Xing said.

As he spoke, he took out a leave note from his school uniform pocket.

Unfolding the leave slip, Jian Xing held it in front of Cheng Xinglin.

Reason for leave: [Accompany Cheng Xinglin to complete the cultural festival rehearsal].

Leave time: two weeks.

Leave person: Jian Xing.

Jian Xing held the note, turned his face from the side of the note, looked at Cheng Xinglin, and smiled: "I have long believed that you will be able to pass the test, so I have already asked for leave."

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Judging from the leave note, Jian Xing not only believes that he can pass the test this time, but also believes that he can pass the test on Friday.

So I took two weeks off immediately.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the note in Jian Xing's hand.

He read it word by word carefully, as if he wanted to keep this leave note in his heart forever.

Jian Xing would be read by him until he retracted the note and said jokingly: "You also directly ask for two weeks' leave."

Cheng Xinglin's gaze shifted from the leave slip to his face.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin looked into Jian Xing's eyes and said seriously, "I... really happy."

Jian Xing: "..."

"I've gotten acquainted with you recently, and every day, I'm very, very happy." Cheng Xinglin said, "I told you on the Ferris wheel before that I was a little scared, but I'm not afraid anymore."

"I will definitely live up to my seniors helping me, and I will not disappoint my seniors' expectations."

Cheng Xinglin was actually a little embarrassed.

His face was dyed red again, but his eyes were as bright as thousands of stars descending.

Cheng Xinglin said: "From now on, every day, I will try my best to be a straight man, and pass the trials and tribulations!"

Jian Xing felt that at least one of the stars in Cheng Xinglin's eyes should be a shooting star.

With a flaming tail, he dashed forward and hit his heart very hard.

"Cheng Xinglin." Jian Xing called him suddenly.

Cheng Xinglin: "Yes!"

Jian Xing: "You just asked me if my finger was red, did I hit it somewhere?"

Jian Xing seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said to Cheng Xinglin, "Actually not."