I attacked the god of learning

Hearing Jian Xing's words.

Cheng Xinglin paused.

Jian Xing raised his wrist to look at his watch, counting down: "Ten...Nine..."

"Senior!" Cheng Xinglin originally wanted to say, go with you.

But he wants face.

So after making a compromise, Cheng Xinglin swallowed his saliva, and said gently: "Can you lend me your room?"

Jian Xing seemed a little dissatisfied with this compromise, but he still asked, "Which room?"

"That's right, the room to study IMO..." Cheng Xinglin said, "Lend me to rehearse the show, okay?"

Hearing what Cheng Xinglin said so clearly, Jian Xing's lips revealed a smile: "Yes, but..."

"But what...?" Cheng Xinglin asked cautiously.

"However, you have to promise me one condition." Jian Xing said.

Cheng Xinglin: "What condition?"

"If you have any difficulties or unpleasant things in the future, you can come to me directly."

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"No, I don't want to find a senior." Cheng Xinglin defended, "I just feel... that I can't rely on my senior for everything..."

"That's another matter." Jian Xing said, "If you want to solve it by yourself, it's okay—just like you said this morning that you have to find the topic yourself."

"As long as you tell me, I'm willing to let you solve it yourself." Jian Xing said, "But you can't let me not know."

He had already seen that Cheng Xinglin didn't like to depend on others.

For example, Cheng Xinglin didn't tell him the secret of why he was wearing a mask.

He wanted Cheng Xinglin to trust him wholeheartedly.

First of all, it starts with Cheng Xinglin being willing to tell him.

"If you can do it." Jian Xing shook the key in his hand, "The room is yours."

The key made a crisp sound, like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey.

Seduced, Cheng Xinglin raised his hand and grabbed the bunch of keys.

Cheng Xinglin: "...OK."

The next moment, Jian Xing let go of the key in his hand.

Seeing the key falling down, Cheng Xinglin quickly hooked his waist and grasped it—the moment he held the key, Jian Xing also pulled the top of the key string again.

A long straight line connects the palms of the two people.

Cheng Xinglin raised his eyes to look at Jian Xing, and saw Jian Xing leaning over holding a long string, sticking to Cheng Xinglin's ear: "Welcome to join my secret base."

·

The cool night wind blew desperately towards Cheng Xinglin, but it couldn't blow away the heat from his face at all.

This enthusiasm continued until he walked to the small classroom on the fifth floor of the old teaching building.

Jian Xing and he had been holding the two ends of the string alone. When they reached the door of the small classroom, Jian Xing suddenly asked him: "Do you drive or I drive?"

Cheng Xinglin: "I want to drive."

Upon hearing this, Jian Xing let go of the string.

It was only when Cheng Xinglin grabbed the key that he really felt nervous.

Why did he say he did it himself? ? ?

Are you being too proactive? ? ?

and……

Jianxing this room, no one else has ever entered it.

Today, Cheng Xinglin will be the first to walk into this room.

Cheng Xinglin was so nervous that he almost couldn't open the door lock, so he pushed the door open pretending to be calm and walked in.

As soon as the door was opened, a very pleasant lemon scent came out from inside.

The windows were half open, and the curtains were lifted to let in a gentle breeze.

Everywhere inside is clean.

Books on calculus, number theory, and geometry are placed on the table facing the window in turn.

A pen is still on the table, as if someone has just used it.

Obviously, no one has used it for a long time.

Cheng Xinglin brushed the table with his fingertips and looked up - but there was no dust at all.

Cheng Xinglin just finished looking at his fingertips, and followed his fingertips to look at the table——suddenly saw a small laptop.

This laptop is a very old model.

but……

Isn't the reason why Jian Xing took him to the electronic classroom this afternoon to use the computer?

If there is a computer here, why not just bring him over?

Because there is no internet?

Cheng Xinglin looked up and took a look inside the room - just inside the room, there was a wifi distribution box.

Then... it shouldn't be because there is no internet.

Cheng Xinglin walked half a circle around the table while thinking.

During this half-circle angle change, he saw a post-it note with the same color as the table pasted next to the computer.

The post-it notes are written in fonts that are not good-looking for adults.

Cheng Xinglin made a judgment and felt that this note should be written to Jian Xing by a school cleaning staff.

It says that Jian Xing has already cleaned up, so there is no need for money, the oranges he brought last time are delicious and so on.

Cheng Xinglin read the note.

Come to understand - Jian Xing should have asked someone to clean it in order to bring him here.

I didn't bring him over that afternoon... Is it because I think this place is not clean...?

Cheng Xinglin suddenly discovered that not only the date of the message was written on the sticky note, but also the time of the message was written superfluously.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing, saw that he was still at the door, and carefully picked up the post-it note, just about to identify the time on the message.

just heard-

There was a soft "click" at the door where Jian Xing was.

Jane, lock the door.

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Lock……

What is the door locked for?

By the way, the time to leave a message on the note is really after they come out of the electronic classroom...

No, the key is, what do you do to lock the door? ?

Cheng Xinglin slowly put down the post-it note in his hand, and glanced at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing didn't look at him, but walked to the door and opened the bookcase.

"There are math books on the table, and you might feel sleepy after reading them." Jian Xing said casually, "You can sit on the sofa."

Cheng Xinglin nodded nervously, obediently put down the post-it note in his hand, and sat down on the sofa.

Jian Xing rummaged in the bookcase and pulled out a cardboard box containing several small jars.

Jian Xing asked: "Do you want some tea? In fact, there is coffee - but you have a bad stomach, coffee is fine, fermented tea is okay, black tea or white tea?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...Red, let's have black tea."

Hearing what Cheng Xinglin said, Jian Xing went to the side to boil water without hesitation.

Brew a cup of tea and bring it to Cheng Xinglin.

"Here you are." Jian Xing put a cup of tea in front of Cheng Xinglin, "Lemon black tea."

Jian Xing put the black tea next to Cheng Xinglin, then squeezed his small sofa and sat down.

The deep recessed sofa made Cheng Xinglin sink a little, and his breathing was a little tense.

The scent of black tea curling up.

Good locks on room doors.

The setting sun outside fell on Jian Xing's shoulders.

Then next...

Is it time for something to happen?

Something should have happened.

Jian Xing opened the coil book that Cheng Xinglin carried with him, looked at it carefully, then handed it to Cheng Xinglin, and said: "In this script, the teacher has already written it for you--however, the sentence reading may be due to personal style, so there is no write down."

"We can start directly from the sentence reading."

The sentence reading mentioned by Jian Xing is not to re-divide the poem into sentence by sentence.

Instead, look at where the ups and downs of each sentence should be.

When Cheng Xinglin saw the notebook that Jian Xing stuffed in, his thoughts were still stuck on the door lock, but almost in the next moment, he quickly took the notebook in Jian Xing's hand.

According to the order of their work in the afternoon, Jian Xing continued to help Cheng Xinglin find various reference videos and background materials.

Then Cheng Xinglin synthesized his own preferences and made sentences for the recitation of the poem.

Cheng Xinglin has one advantage—he is very easy to enter the state of flow.

Even if he was still struggling with the door lock just a moment ago.

But the next moment, when he gets the business, he will immediately put himself into the state of completing the business.

The two spent a class time to divide the "sentence reading" of this poem.

Before get out of class ended, Yun Ruolan made a video call and asked them about their situation.

The background of Yun Ruolan was a noisy hospital, and she plugged in a bluetooth headset to listen to Cheng Xinglin's understanding of this skewered poem.

After listening to the whole paragraph, Yun Ruolan put on a relaxed and happy expression, and Cheng Xinglin gave a thumbs up.

"However, I think there is still a problem in the place where the road is difficult." Yun Ruolan said, "I will listen to my recitation of this poem, and then see if it inspires me."

"it is good."

Cheng Xinglin immediately touched his pen, ready to mark down the teacher's recitation.

As soon as he swiped his hand on the table, a pen was handed into his palm.

Jian Xing nodded at him, motioning for him to write.

Yun Ruolan found a quiet place to read aloud to Cheng Xinglin. After Cheng Xinglin finished listening, he thoughtfully changed some parts.

Read it again to Yun Ruolan.

"It's done." Now Yun Ruolan finally felt comfortable, "The task of this class is completed in this way, the last class will be self-study in the evening, I will show you the movements tomorrow when I have time?"

"it is good!"

With Teacher Yun's approval, Cheng Xinglin also hung up the phone contentedly.

When he hung up the phone, the bell rang - the first evening self-study was over, and there were classes in the second and third periods, and he and Jian Xing had to go back to class.

A very difficult task was completed in one class time, and both of them were in a good mood.

Jian Xing packed up his things and prepared to go out with Cheng Xinglin.

Walking to the door, he twisted the doorknob.

Jian Xing: "..."

The door is locked?

He locked it?

When was it locked?

A moment of confusion flashed across Jian Xing's face, but it did not escape Cheng Xinglin's eyes.

Cheng Xinglin understood——

It turned out that Jian Xing did not intend to lock the door just now.

It doesn't mean anything else.

In fact, think about it.

Generally speaking, a gentleman like Jian Xing would not have other meanings.

Cheng Xinglin knew that it didn't make sense for him to be disappointed because of "Jian Xing locked the door just by accident".

But he still lowered his eyelashes in disappointment.

Jian Xing asked: "Did I... just lock the door?"

"Really." Cheng Xinglin was disappointed, while making excuses for Jian Xing, "But maybe the senior... thinks that he should lock the door for fear of someone coming and disturbing him, so he just locked it?"

"It should be locked..." Jian Xing recalled, "When I entered the door just now, I really felt that I should lock it."

Cheng Xinglin nodded silently.

"Did you know? I have used this classroom 402 times, but I thought it should be locked, and I really locked it."

Jian Xing turned around, looked at Cheng Xinglin seriously, as if reporting some serious mathematical discovery, and said to Cheng Xinglin:

"Just now, it's the first time."

·

402 times.Do all of you who do math remember this clearly? ? ?

but……

As if the point wasn't the huge 402 number at all.

It's the "1" in "first time".

Cheng Xinglin could see it with his downcast eyes—Jian Xing's fingertips were also red.

Jian Xing's fingertips are a little red.

Jian Xing has been feeling a little... strange today.

For example, when he saw Cheng Xinglin's blank face looking at him now, he also felt a tight feeling in his heart.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin helping the kitten, he felt that they could be friends.

Then in the amusement park, he said that Cheng Xinglin should stand in the spotlight because he liked and trusted his personality.

But what about locking the door today?

Is it also out of the feeling of a friend, or... trust?

For example, if Pan Yangwen or sister Ya came here with him today, he would just... lock the door?

The deeper the contact, the more I feel that Cheng Xinglin seems to be completely different from people like Pan Yangwen and Sister Ya.

"That's right." Jian Xing said suddenly.

Cheng Xinglin raised his head and looked at Jian Xing.

"Remember to bring your physics book later." Jian Xing said, "I promised your physics teacher that I will give you tutoring."

·

...I thought that the god of learning would say something.

Hearing what Xueshen said, Cheng Xinglin nodded quickly.

Jian Xing: "Then go back to class?"

Cheng Xinglin continued to nod.

Jian Xing was very calm—just when he unscrewed the door lock, he turned it to the right for a while but failed to move, and then turned it persistently to the right again.

After turning around twice, Jian Xing finally realized that he was doing something stupid.

Dumbfounded, he turned the door lock to the left, unlocked it, and let the two of them out.

Cheng Xing returned to the class with a red face, just as soon as he entered, Hang Yitong looked up at him, then stretched out his hand to Luo Yueyue.

Unwillingly, Luo Yue took out the few spicy sticks left on her body and put them in Hang Yitong's hands.

Then, she turned around and rubbed Cheng Xinglin bitterly.

"Brother Lin, you are a school bully, you can't blush every time you see the god of learning, why don't you." Luo Yueyue put his shoulders, "You have to take him down evilly and aggressively."

What is evil, aggressive...

Not only Cheng Xinglin was dissatisfied when Luo Yue read this, Hang Yitong was also very dissatisfied.

Hang Yitong gnawed at the spicy strips that Luo Yueyue gave him just now, and waved his hands: "I think you have never really recognized the reality, our brother Lin can only be obedient, how can he be called evil? "

Hang Yitong: "If you can't recognize the reality clearly, your gambling luck is completely bad. See, I said that brother Lin will blush when he comes back, and you don't even know."

"Very good." Cheng Xinglin understood after listening for a while, "You dare to bet on Brother Lin, right?"

This is simply three days without a roof tile.

Cheng Xinglin went straight up to lock his throat, and confiscated Hang Yitong's spicy strips.

Two-thirds left, fruitful.

Cheng Xinglin sat down and pulled out a loot.

Just when he was about to bite, he heard Hang Yitong ask: "However, Brother Lin, have you and Jianshen made rapid progress recently?"

Cheng Xinglin just bit the spicy strips into his mouth, probably because he hasn't eaten spicy food for a long time, he was so hot that he coughed.

After finally coughing, Cheng Xinglin stuffed a spicy stick into Hang Yitong's mouth, and said angrily, "What's none of your business?"

·

Hang Yitong was caught off guard and managed to swallow the spicy strips.

He still wanted to ask Cheng Xinglin, but You Huai had already walked in.

Let everyone open the book and start the lecture.

After two classes, and the last evening self-study, Cheng Xinglin packed up

Two classes had passed, and the episode just now had passed, when Cheng Xinglin walked into the room.

Jian Xing was already sitting inside.

The kettle was gurgling, and in front of him was a cup of brewed lemon black tea.

Exudes the aroma of hot black tea.

It seems that the time has not changed at all, and it still stays like it was two hours ago.

Cheng Xinglin's normally normal ears suddenly turned red again.

Jian Xing's fingertips were also a little red, whether they were scalded or for other reasons.

"Come here?" Jian Xing greeted him, "Drink some black tea or start directly?"

"I, I'll start right away." Cheng Xinglin took the notebook and stood by the window.

This lesson is about to start the formal practice.

Cheng Xinglin must ensure that he is fully committed every time, and recites ancient poems in a passionate state.

But standing by the window, looking at Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin tried a few times, but still felt a little bit unable to let go.

After all, the scents of Jian Xing and lemon black tea are too obvious.

Crowded in this small room.

It directly squeezed Cheng Xinglin's attention away.

Cheng Xinglin also tried to keep looking at the notebook, but he only needed to look over to Jian Xing's side to see his focused eyes.

Cheng Xinglin would get nervous again.

"Are you nervous?" Jian Xing also noticed Cheng Xinglin's uneasiness, "Don't be nervous, then I won't look at you."

As he said that, Jian Xing took a book of number theory and a pencil from the table, bowed his head and wanted to draw.

Cheng Xinglin stood by the window, holding a coil book in his hand, looking at Jian Xing who lowered his head.

Jian Xing's cold and white back poked out from behind the collar of his school uniform. When he lowered his head, the warm feeling accumulated in the past few days was swept away, and Jian Xing's unique coldness came out.

Cheng Xinglin didn't like Jian Xing who was so cold.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin asked.

Jian Xing slowly raised his head and looked at Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin: "If possible."

Cheng Xinglin squeezed the corners of the pages tightly with both hands, and asked earnestly, "Can you keep looking at me..."

·

Jian Xing: "..."

It is no exaggeration for Jian Xing to say that the moment Cheng Xinglin said this, he felt as if his heart had been hammered.

The pencil in Jian Xing's hand was suddenly gripped tightly. If it wasn't for the strong stainless steel casing, it might have been broken directly.

Jian Xing's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Jian Xing said solemnly, "I will."

Having received Jian Xing's promise, Cheng Xinglin nodded, took a deep breath, and stopped trying to detect Jian Xing's presence.

Instead, try to get into the state.

——He thought, to show the best of himself in front of Jian Xing.

This is his only goal now.

Putting this goal in front, Cheng Xinglin also let go a lot.

He tried his best to integrate himself into Li Bai at every stage of poetry recitation, with his ups and downs, and finally recited without changing.

When Cheng Xinglin stopped.

He saw that at some point, Jian Xing had already raised his mobile phone.

At the same time, a burst of applause erupted from the phone——

Yun Ruolan's palms were all red: "Where did you come from such a good state??? Absolutely, really, really!!!"

·

Cheng Xinglin was very embarrassed, and he didn't know how to tell Yun Ruolan——

He is in such a good state because he is in front of Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin accepted the teacher's praise with a sense of shame.

Then Yun Ruolan came to find fault with him—there was nothing to criticize, memorizing the manuscript was the first goal in the next step, and then he had to practice slowly when the pronunciation was jerky.

The last thing is - "You don't have to practice today, you have to protect your throat."

After hanging up Yun Ruolan's phone, Jian Xing handed over a cup of lemon black tea from the side.

Cheng Xinglin took a sip, and quickly took out his physics textbook from his schoolbag.

Jian Xing originally wanted to ask Cheng Xinglin if he was tired, but now he didn't need to ask. He sat down on the ground, took out the pencil, and started to explain today's physics to Cheng Xinglin.

Physics is so broad and profound that it cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

At the end of the practice, there was still half a class left in the evening self-study, but it was already ten o'clock in the evening when the two of them finished their physics tuition.

Finally, Cheng Xinglin understood all the knowledge points of today, and Jian Xing put down his mechanical pencil.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin bowed his head and did a simple line to tick off the question for him. He couldn't help but admire, "You are really good at speaking. Our teacher talks about physics. I often don't understand it well, but today I understand it completely."

Jian Xing smiled, but didn't say anything—in fact, he didn't think he spoke very well today.

Physics is a very systematic thing. Although you may understand it for a while if you take it out alone, you may not be able to understand it when you encounter a very comprehensive topic.

Jian Xing did not tell Cheng Xinglin about this.

I just took out the memo on my mobile phone and recorded it - sorting out the to-do list of the high school physics system.

After Cheng Xinglin finished the questions that Jian Xing had sketched for him, he packed his things and went downstairs with Jian Xing to go out.

Cheng Xinglin had just walked to the door of the old teaching building and took a step outside when he suddenly felt his head hit by a drop of water.

Only then did Cheng Xinglin find out.

When they were making up lessons, it rained suddenly in Chongqing, which had been sunny all day.

It was raining heavily outside.

The lights of the town far away from the school were soaked in this rainwater.

"I'll go in and look for an umbrella." Cheng Xinglin was just about to enter the teaching building, but was stopped by Jian Xing.

"Senior?" Cheng Xinglin was puzzled.

"I've always wanted to try this." Jian Xing said.

With that said, Jian Xing took off his school uniform, shook it off, and placed it on the heads of himself and Cheng Xinglin.

Then, Jian Xing whispered to Cheng Xinglin, "Run."

Cheng Xinglin's body was faster than his brain, he immediately obeyed Jian Xing's request and ran straight forward.

In fact, Cheng Xinglin didn't quite understand how to run in the rain without holding an umbrella and wearing a school uniform.

After all, the school uniform is just a piece of cloth, and it will be completely wet after soaking in water.

But now, shrouded in the school uniform that smells of sea salt and lemon, on the other side of the cold rain is Jian Xing's warm body.

In the heavy rain, he and Jian Xing were the only ones sharing a school uniform that couldn't stop the rain.

Cheng Xinglin suddenly felt——

The school uniform keeps out the rain, which is really great.

Holding on to such a piece of fabric, the two ran out of the school gate.

At the door, there are still many seniors and seniors walking outside after school.

Two people stepped past these people quickly.

The canvas shoes splashed some water drops viciously, invading the space under the umbrella of the senior sister and senior next to him.

The two didn't look at it at all and continued to run forward.

However, they didn't run very far, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

Jian Xing's school uniform was completely soaked, and water began to seep into it.

Cheng Xinglin dragged Jian Xing into a shop on the street before the two of them got their heads completely wet.

Behind the open window of the store is the white mist of boiling water.

The bright lights block the rain outside and make the interior very warm.

This is a particularly famous chain Chaoshou - "Lao Ma Chaoshou".

"Senior, I'll treat you to Chao Shou and wait for the rain to stop, okay?" Cheng Xinglin raised his hair and asked Jian Xing.

The wet hair was pushed back, and the knuckles of the wrists that rested on the top of the head protruded, shining white.

Jian Xing was stunned for a moment, and just about to say hello, but Cheng Xinglin had already taken out the QR code of his mobile phone and put it directly on the code scanner: "Two bowls of copying hands."

"A bowl of Wei Ma." Cheng Xing said to Jian Xing.

Jian Xing came to his senses, and said to the boss, "Another bowl of clear soup."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Very good, the price of becoming familiar with Xueshen is.

Deprive a Chongqing person of the right to eat spicy food for life.

After ordering, the two of them found a seat a little closer to the outside and sat down.

It is convenient to watch the rain.

When it rains, Chongqing becomes very cold, with a temperature difference of ten degrees.

Fortunately, Chao Shou is very fast, and the white mist and fragrance of Chao Shou can drive away all the chills.

Cheng Xinglin scooped up the soup with a spoon and drank it first, Jian Xing also took a sip of the soup, but put down the spoon, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and ate directly between them.

After Cheng Xinglin finished his soup, he ate two more clear soups.

Always felt a little too bland.

Cheng Xinglin looked eagerly at the red soup Chaoshou in Jian Xing's bowl, and wanted to speak a few times, but gave up again.

Jian Xing seemed to realize something.

He scooped up the spoon he had just tasted from the soup, lifted it up, and put it in front of Cheng Xinglin.

Ask: "Want to eat?"