I attacked the god of learning

"I'll come and see for myself."

Jian Xinggong's voice on the phone overlapped with the voice in real life.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head and saw the principal in a neat suit coming out from behind the bushes.

"Principal?" The moral education director went over to hold an umbrella for the principal, "Why are you here?"

"Just look at the real firefly made by Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin." The principal admired the artificial firefly and said to Jian Xing, "The real thing is better than the picture you sent me."

Jian Xing nodded, taking it for granted, "That's right."

"But why did you take this?" asked the headmaster again.

"When I was preparing for the math competition, the fireflies here gave me inspiration. I also hoped that they could give Cheng Xinglin some inspiration for learning mathematics, so I did it."

"Yes, director of moral education." The principal said to the director of moral education, "You see, sometimes, instead of studying in the room, it can inspire students."

"It's this age. In addition to studying, students also need to learn beauty and life -- Xiao Jian and Xiao Cheng are doing very well."

Director of Moral Education: "..."

You are the principal, you have the final say.

A hint of surprise flashed in Cheng Xinglin's eyes - he knew that what the principal meant was that his fireflies didn't need to be removed.

But the bigger surprise is yet to come.

The principal looked at the artificial fireflies appreciatively, and then said: "I think, not only can this place not be demolished, but also this set should be extended to the whole campus, and some fireflies can be made everywhere."

"How do Xiao Cheng feel?"

Cheng Xinglin was suddenly cueed, and raised his head: "Then...then the relationship is good!"

Cheng Xinglin couldn't wait more.

Although it is good to put this piece of fireflies in a corner for exclusive use.

But if it spreads to the entire campus, wouldn't everyone remember that he and Jian Xing caught the fireflies here.

It's really romantic.

Cheng Xinglin liked this arrangement.

Seeing that Cheng Xinglin agreed, the principal asked Jian Xing in an orderly manner: "Then, what about Xiao Jian? Would you like to contribute your ideas?"

Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin and smiled: "He has the final say."

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That's it.

The principal called the moral education director away to plan how to implement this matter.

The two left under umbrellas, Cheng Xinglin glanced at the firefly that had been saved with great difficulty, and then at Jian Xing.

A little hesitant to say anything.

"What do you want to ask?" Jian Xing smiled.

"It's just... the principal feels quite open-minded. How did you feel that some of our teachers were like that?" Cheng Xing looked around and said to him.

"He came here because of him." Jian Xing explained seriously, "The foundation is not stable—is that what you want to ask me?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

"I...didn't see you and the principal tip off the news just now?" Cheng Xinglin finally asked, "When did you know someone was going to tear down our firefly?"

"I don't know." Jian Xing answered frankly.

"what?"

"But when the director of moral education came, I called the principal."

Cheng Xinglin looked bewildered.

Jian Xing narrated the matter from the beginning.

In fact, when he came out to take the firefly that day, he reported it to the principal.

The principal agreed verbally, and asked him to send some photos to himself who was out for a meeting.

Since the backer was found at the beginning, when the director of moral education came over, Jian Xing just made a phone call to the backer.

"You...why did you think of talking to the principal at that time?"

Cheng Xinglin's admiration casts his body on the ground—how did Jian Xing's head grow?Can think so far.

Cheng Xinglin: "Did you feel that someone would destroy this place at that time?"

"No." Jian Xing raised his eyes to look at Cheng Xinglin's, "It's just that I don't want our fireflies to disappear after lighting up."

Jian Xing stared into his eyes and smiled: "Me too, I don't want to die."

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Ahhhhh, what does it mean to repeat what I said!

Cheng Xinglin's whole body began to go towards familiarity again.

He quickly touched the book in front of him, then quickly buried his head in it, and started to be an ostrich.

Good thing...

study!A safe haven for students forever!

Flow!Cheng Xinglin's eternal bug!

Cheng Xinglin said that studying Dafa was activated immediately, leading him away from embarrassment.

The two went to school as planned and returned home late at night.

Early the next morning, when Cheng Xinglin arrived at the school, he saw many workers entering the field.

The principal personally led the team, spread out the drawings, and checked the aesthetics.

He had been busy all day, and at night when Cheng Xing finished his make-up classes and came out of the old teaching building, and was about to go back to class for evening physics self-study, the whole campus was lit up with dots of green light.

Summer no longer just descends on a kiosk.

Instead, it descended on the entire campus.

When everyone came out of class and saw this scene, they were almost crying.

The school official account also seized the time to post a post titled: [I will give you a piece of summer, and I hope you will harvest the future in summer. 】

Everyone went to the official account to express their feelings of being cried by the United States.

[Ah, ah, I also have fireflies, thank you principal, thank you school! ! 】

[I will definitely study hard to be worthy of such a beautiful environment. 】

[Has our school finally stopped being rigid? ? ?It is so romantic to let fireflies descend on the whole campus! ! 】

The official account also commented: Thank you Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin for their willingness to contribute their creativity. I hope we can make the school better and better together in the future.

【Thanks! ! ! 】

[Woooo thank you Jian Xing and thank you Cheng Xinglin, I can also study in the firefly! ! 】

[I was actually not interested in them before, but now I really feel that the two good people will have a safe life. 】

[Hahahaha, it's not that bad! !I wish Cheng Xinglin the exam pass! 】

In fact, not everyone on campus is taking CP.

There are always a bunch of people, even a large bunch, who don't really care about who is in a relationship with whom or who likes whom.

However, fireflies belong to everyone.

It is impossible for anyone on campus to be indifferent to the lit fireflies.

Those who care about fireflies know who the fireflies first came to the campus through the official account.

So even those who were not interested in this pair of CPs had a good impression of Jian Xing and Cheng Xinglin.

After a little more exploration, you will know that they lit up the fireflies at the beginning for tutoring, and tutoring is what Cheng Xinglin hopes to pass the key class.

As a result, everyone's thanks to Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing turned into "Come on"—everyone rushed to the line to say "Come on" to Cheng Xinglin.

After the physics evening self-study get out of class, Cheng Xinglin and Hang Yitong went out to buy water.

Before buying it, someone stuffed Cheng Xinglin with a bottle of water.

The boy who delivered the water was flushed, with several pimples popping up, and made a cheering gesture to Cheng Xinglin: "Cheng Xinglin, trust you, you passed the line last week, and you will be fine this time!"

Cheng Xinglin smiled: "Okay, thank you."

The boy froze.

He looked at Cheng Xinglin's beautiful smile, and he was stunned for a while before turning around - he almost tripped over with his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot.

It was probably Cheng Xinglin's smile that inspired the others. After Cheng Xinglin walked all the way, countless people came over to cheer him up.

In the end, neither Cheng Xinglin nor Hang Yitong could hold so many drinks and cakes in their arms.

While walking with difficulty, the two of them ran into another person—the principal.

The principal looked at the drink in Cheng Xinglin's hand and laughed, "Hehe, it's a rewarding experience."

Cheng Xinglin: "Yes... yes."

"Everyone told you to come on, and I'll tell you too." The headmaster shook a bottle of Oriental Leaf in his hand, and put it on Cheng Xinglin's crumbling stack of drinks.

The principal said very meaningfully: "Come on, Xiaocheng, if you pass the line this time, I will promote the matter of independent choice of study time on campus, so you carry the hope of the whole village on your shoulders." .”

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Although it is good to allow everyone to arrange their own study freely, but he is just a regular monthly exam, so he can't reach this height, right? ? ?

But when the principal said so, Cheng Xinglin nodded and agreed.

The principal patted him on the shoulder and left happily.

It wasn't until the headmaster was out of sight that there was a laughing sound from the side.

"Did you hear that, he is the hope of the whole school." A boy said.

"I heard it." Another person said, "But now that it is so highly praised, don't you really think about the situation of failing to pass the key class?"

"Then if you fail the exam, wouldn't you be ashamed to die?"

"Yeah, so I really don't understand, where does the confidence come from so much?"

"Maybe it's the confidence brought by Zhou's passing the line of the key class?"

"Hahaha, the weekly test brings confidence?" The boy said again, "We have three subjects in the weekly test, and two of them are the ones that people focus on. Isn't it normal to pass the line? But the monthly test is nine subjects."

"Oh no, your mouths are cheap—" Hang Yitong was about to explode, just as he was about to make a theory, Cheng Xinglin threw a bottle into his arms.

Hang Yitong looked at Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xing continued to walk forward without squinting.

Cheng Xinglin said: "Don't worry, time is precious, I have to go back and recite vocabulary."

Cheng Xinglin felt as if he had heard these words many times.

Words are different, but everything else is pretty much the same.

Before the selection for the Belike Cultural Festival, Xin Zhuo said that he had no clothes to wear, and he seemed to be so sarcastic.

It seems that when one Xin Zhuo falls, there will always be tens of thousands of others standing up.

It's a waste of your life to talk to them.

Hang Yitong was still very angry.

But after Cheng Xinglin said that, he could only look at these people angrily, and then left quickly.

Cheng Xinglin went back to share the drinks with everyone, sat down to write the papers, and went to make up for the comprehensive after class.

Business as usual.

But when he went home to take a shower, Cheng Xinglin looked at himself in the mirror and sighed.

Those people... In fact, there is a sentence that hits the point.

That is, "only three main subjects have been tested, and it is not clear whether he can pass the nine subjects."

As those people said, he focuses on mathematics and English, and depending on the situation, he has already started to focus on it.

But if he only works hard in these three subjects, and if he stretches his hips in the other six subjects, he will still not be able to pass the score line of the key class.

Although he did a lot of papers.

But none of the six minors took a test to see his level.

A trace of panic flashed in Cheng Xinglin's eyes.

But he just pushed his wet hair up, closed his eyes, rinsed off the foam, walked out of the bathroom quickly, sat down, and wrote the Chinese paper.

After writing, check the answers, correct the wrong questions, and then go to bed.

It seemed that everything was going as usual, but tonight, Cheng Xinglin didn't fall asleep for long before he was dragged into a nightmare.

In the dream, the monthly exam on May 5.15 has ended, all the papers have been graded, and it's time to post the list.

Cheng Xinglin was standing at the bottom of the list.

For some reason, the list suddenly became at least two or three meters high.

The red line and the gold line draw the boundaries of the key class and the Qingbei class respectively.

Filled in densely packed names, Cheng Xinglin worked very hard, but couldn't find his own name.

So what happened before he found his name was a sigh from the side: "I haven't..."

Then, countless sympathetic eyes looked at Cheng Xinglin, and then, the sympathetic eyes turned into indifferent eyes.

Those who said to cheer up are also watching the show now.

When a person has good grades, of course there are voices of praise around him.

But when one fails, whispers can drown one out.

Perhaps it is human nature to be angry and laugh at others.

Perhaps, since there are jokes about white picking, why not read them?

These gazes were all seen by Cheng Xinglin in the third year of junior high school.

This dream overlapped with his third year of junior high school, Cheng Xinglin clenched his hands into fists——the pain of nails digging into his flesh made Cheng Xinglin suddenly open his eyes

Cheng Xinglin panted heavily like a man just fished out of the bottom of the sea.

He stared unfocused at the ceiling.

I can't tell which is reality and which is a dream.

"Cheng Xinglin, Cheng Xinglin!!" An anxious voice called him beside his ear.

"...Senior...running script?" Cheng Xinglin regained consciousness a little, turned his head, picked up his mobile phone that was charging, and saw Future Jianxing in a white coat on it, he was barely relieved.

Cheng Xinglin couldn't laugh, he just asked: "Xingshu, you haven't hung up yet."

Future Jianxing: "..."

How should he explain.

Recently, as long as Cheng Xinglin fell asleep and didn't hang up the phone, he would keep connecting to the video until it was a little bright outside and it was time for Cheng Xinglin to get up, then he would hang up.

"Yes, maybe I forgot to hang up." Future Jian Xing hurriedly explained, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, I just had a nightmare." Cheng Xinglin felt a little pain in his head, sat up and shook his head, "It'll be fine when you wake up, don't worry."

He is very reluctant to expose his vulnerability to anyone.

and……

The current situation is that both Xing Shu and Jian Xing are trying their best to help him.

He felt that he had no right to talk about his fragility in front of people who worked harder than him.

Fear is not an excuse, just do the questions if you are afraid.

It's not a bunch of chattering here and there.

Cheng Xinglin took a break, felt able to laugh, and said to Future Jian Xing: "Xing Shu, I'm fine, you should hang up."

Future Jianxing: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "Red script?"

"...Alright."

Cheng Xinglin hung up the phone, and then he leaned against the bedside table in frustration.

He sat leaning against it for a while, and finally recovered, and then he stood up and went to find some water to drink.

When Cheng Xinglin opened the refrigerator and took out the ice water, it was also when Jian Xing received a blank text message.

Jian Xing didn't sleep either. He was wearing the gold-rimmed glasses and silk pajamas he wore before, and he was concentrating on looking for essay questions in front of the computer.

So when the phone rang, Jian Xing didn't pay attention at all.

But at the next moment, Jian Xing's index finger scrolling the mouse axis paused.

Jian Xing suddenly remembered - the sound just now was a text message notification tone.

But at this point, even subscription news has stopped, who will send him a text message?

Jian Xing looked up slowly, and landed on a copy of "A Brief History of Time" on his desk.

Then, Jian Xing grabbed the phone, clicked on the text message, and saw - a blank text message.

At the same time, Cheng Xinglin also grabbed the water glass and sat down at the desk.

He downed a mouthful of water.

With the coolness of the ice water, he felt his tension subside a little.

But the ice water passing through the esophagus also took away his body temperature.

Cheng Xinglin felt a chill down his spine.

An indescribable loneliness.

Mimiba also fell asleep, and there was not even a single loud thing in the room.

The windows and doors were closed, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so the huge darkness seemed to be clamoring, ready to engulf Cheng Xinglin's shoulders.

then.

Cheng Xinglin's cell phone rang in front of him.

A cluster of lights suddenly lit up.

Jian Xing's news - [Didn't sleep?Or Tencent/Xun BUG? 】

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

There was only a little light from the phone screen, but it was enough to brighten his room instantly.

Mimiba was stimulated by the light and let out a small meow.

Cheng Xinglin came to his senses, grabbed his phone and tiptoed under the blanket, hiding from Mimiba and started sending messages.

Cheng Xinglin: [Slept and woke up again. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [I just woke up thirsty, and then drank a glass of water, why didn't the senior fall asleep? 】

Jian Xing: [I'm doing calculus. 】

calculus……

Cheng Xinglin: [Actually, I have wanted to ask my seniors many times, why are you still studying calculus after you have been recommended to Tsinghua University? 】

Jian Xing: [Because—calculus is extensive and profound. 】

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Why can't you see that the senior can also sing rap?

It's just that this rap is a bit poor in authenticity.

Cheng Xinglin thought so, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Just a few words of meaningless nonsense with Xue Shen, and all the nightmares he had just now were dispelled.

Wrapped in the quilt to return to the warmth, the whole person is fine.

Cheng Xinglin squeezed the phone and smiled into the phone.

Laughing and thinking about what to say next.

It's getting late, do you want to remind the seniors to go to bed quickly?

Or follow the calculus down to ask?

But he didn't understand either, the inequality already cost him half his life.

Cheng Xinglin was still thinking, but Jian Xing over there had already changed to typing.

A second later, Jian Xing asked: [So, what happened? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Huh? 】

Jian Xing: [Such a grown-up person, will he still be woken up by thirst?Did something happen? 】

Cheng Xinglin replied subconsciously: [No, I just woke up thirsty, I'm fine! 】

What Jian Xing responded was a video message request.

At the same time, Jian Xing sent a message - [If it's really okay, then let me see you. 】

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

The senior sent a video message, how could he refuse?

Against him?

Cheng Xinglin quickly adjusted his expression and clicked on the video.

Then I found out—it was completely black on my side.

"I can't see anything." Jian Xing hit the nail on the head, "But I'm hiding under the quilt, is it okay if I can call?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Is this the keenness of learning God! !

"What's the matter? Didn't you agree to tell me when you encounter something in the future?" Jian Xing asked.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing in the video.

Although he was wearing glasses in the middle of the night, his hair was tied after washing, and his clothes were soft silk. The whole body was illuminated by warm light, which made Cheng Xinglin soft.

Cheng Xinglin boldly exposed his fragility.

[Mimiba can't turn on the lights when she's asleep, let me text chat. 】

Jian Xing nodded and typed back: 【Then I will type too. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [Senior, I'm a little scared. 】

Jian Xing: [What are you afraid of? 】

Cheng Xinglin: [I'm afraid that I won't pass the key class, fail the cut-off line, and live up to the expectations of those who told me to work hard, and it will become a situation where I will be accused by them.I'm also afraid of wasting my senior's time...]

Jian Xing seemed to think about it for a while, and then Cheng Xinglin heard the sound of typing.

[First of all, you also said that I have recommended it. During this time, I can use it as I like, so it is not a waste. 】

【Secondly, I won’t say that you only need to live for yourself, and you don’t need to live for other people’s expectations. It doesn’t make sense to say this. 】

Cheng Xinglin nodded.

It's like this, if Jian Xing persuaded him to rush only for himself, then Cheng Xinglin would not be comforted.

No one lives in a vacuum in this world, and other people's evaluations and opinions will always affect a person.

Jian Xing said again: [I can only say that when the pressure is on one person, it is really great. 】

Jian Xing: [But if I bear it with you, it will be different. 】

Jian Xing: [Whether you do well or not in the exam, I will share the honor with you, or accept criticism together. 】

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing's tall nose.

do not know what to say.

So, I asked Jian Xing to continue talking.

Jian Xing: [However, if I assume that you don't do well in the exam, I will be said that I can't teach well. I also feel that it is too light. 】

Cheng Xinglin: [No! ! !It's already very heavy! ! 】

Jian Xing ignored him and just sent a text: [Let me think about it, if you don't pass the exam...]

Jian Xing thought deeply, and instead of sending a text, he said in words: "I'll just shave my head, how about it?"

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Cheng Xinglin: "Pfft!!!!!!"

Shaved head? ? ?

The picture was so beautiful Cheng Xinglin dared not look at it! !

No, why did you shave your head? ? ?

But Jian Xing seems to be playing for real.

Jian Xing chatted with Cheng Xinglin on the computer, and Cheng Xinglin saw him pick up his phone.

Jian Xing: [Wait a moment, I'll make a certain sound right now. 】

Cheng Xinglin: 【No! ! ! ! ! 】

[Senior, I really don't need it, don't shave your head, please! 】

If you don't do well in the exam, your senior will shave your head or something! !

Then the pressure will be even greater, okay? ? ?

But in fact, Jian Xing's illogical speech did not bring any pressure to Cheng Xinglin.

He just felt relieved.

original.

There is really someone in this world who is willing to stand by his side forever.

Do everything possible to accompany him to face the twists and turns.

Instead of helping indifferently, and then leaving indifferently.

Cheng Xinglin typed again: [Please, don't shave your head. 】

Cheng Xinglin: 【If I don't pass the exam, run [-] meters with me to apologize! 】

Jian Xing: [Okay. 】

With a faint smile on Jian Xing's face, he asked, "Are you in a better mood?"

Cheng Xinglin hummed softly.

Jian Xing said, "The next time you are afraid, tell me that I am always ready to shave my head."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

That's okay, duck doesn't have to.

Jian Xing: "Go to sleep."

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to say good night, Jian Xing looked at the stack of printing paper in his hand and said, "I'll be at the school 10 minutes early tomorrow, downstairs in the old teaching building. I have something for you."

"Something?" Cheng Xinglin was curious.

"A weapon." Jian Xing smiled, "The one that really saves you from the pain and confusion, that really solves your fear tonight—the weapon."