I attacked the god of learning

"No, Jian Xing, why did you suddenly ask this question?" Just when Jian Xing was in a daze, Pan Yangwen touched his arm again, continuing the topic with a little urgency.

Jian Xing looked back at Lu Sihe from the corner of his eye, and said: "It's okay, the last time Cheng Xing was taking his exam, the surveillance was broken, I think it was man-made, but I checked the surveillance, and I didn't see anyone who had entered the surveillance room ——so I think the monitoring may have been overridden by someone.”

"Damn it?" Pan Yangwen was shocked, "Is there such a thing?"

"Yeah." Jian Xing nodded, "And it's more than that—I always feel that our self-study was reported/reported, and Cheng Xinglin was troubled by others, it may be planned by this person."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

Pan Yangwen thought about Jian Xing's glance back at Lu Sihe just now, and felt that he had gotten something extraordinary.

Pan Yangwen's eyes rolled for a while, and he didn't dare to look at Lu Sihe, so he just stared at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing was so stared at by him that he almost burst out laughing, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Let's go, go buy water, I'm thirsty."

Pan Yangwen stood up suddenly, extremely unnaturally: "Let's go!"

Two people filed out.

Jane walked past Lu Sihe's desk and watched him writing Chinese papers.

Looks as usual.

I can't tell if he was shaken by what he said just now.

Pan Yangwen thought so too.

The two of them walked through the same class, and Pan Yangwen couldn't help talking—"I just saw Lao Lu's expression, there is nothing wrong..."

"Otherwise." Jian Xing felt that Pan Yangwen, who was usually as smart as an individual, seemed to be desensitized by something today, "After listening to a conversation, his expression changed drastically. Can he still make so many arrangements?"

Pan Yangwen: "..."

What he said was so reasonable that he couldn't even refute it.

"...Then what should we do?" Pan Yangwen sighed.

"It's nothing, I don't want him to show his feet just by listening to a few words." Jian Xing said calmly, "It's just a matter of deterring him."

"Oh--"

Pan Yangwen completely understood.

Jian Xing told Lu Sihe from the side - I am intervening in the investigation of this matter, you'd better be careful.

In this way, at least during this period of time, Lu Sihe will not do anything to Cheng Xinglin.

"But deterrence is definitely not a long-term solution. We still need to find evidence to prove that he did these things."

Jian Xing thought for a while, then asked again: "Is there really no way to restore the monitoring?"

Pan Yangwen: "With the current technology, there is absolutely no way. If he cut off his part, it is like saying that it was burned. How can it be restored?"

Although Pan Yangwen said so, he still wasted time discussing possible means with Jian Xing.

But no matter whether it was discussed with Pan Yangwen or with a more knowledgeable computer senior, nothing was achieved.

Before I knew it, it was time for self-study in the afternoon.

Jian Xing packed up his things and made a secret base.

Opened the door and found--

The secret base was empty.

Cheng Xinglin was late for the first time.

·

Cheng Xinglin didn't come late on purpose.

It's just... I completely forget myself when I do math problems, and I forget the time.

Cheng Xinglin is going to hand in this self-study math homework to Jian Xing today.

What's the matter with this homework—simply put, it's a homework book with a total of nine questions.

Three questions a day, a total of nine questions were chosen by Cheng Xinglin.

The requirements are——the difficulty of the finale question, the question-making routine is completely different, Cheng Xinglin can at least come up with the first two questions and the third question has a roughly vague idea.

Jian Xing's idea of ​​assigning this homework is like this - for now, Cheng Xinglin's foundation is basically fine.

Mathematics progress can only be brought about by choosing, filling in the blanks, and applying the finale of the three question types.

And these final questions seem to be difficult, but in fact, if you do more, you will know that the routines of the test are similar.

Jian Xing asked Cheng Xinglin to practice the ability to decipher what the question asks and what way of thinking to use after looking at the stem of the question.

To develop this ability, the first step is to know a lot of routines.

In the previous fifteen days, it was Jian Xing who asked Cheng Xinglin to find the questions, and then analyzed the routines in it.

Jian Xing reads countless questions, and has a solid foundation in mathematics. Many questions can tell at a glance whether the routines are the same or not, and whether the knowledge points are repeated.

But Cheng Xinglin...

Definitely not as good as him.

He can only find all the topics marked as the finale, and then do them one by one.

Finish first, then summarize the problem routine, and finally, among the countless problems you have done, choose the best, choose the most essential one, and put it in the homework book.

In order to prove to Jian Xing that he is really capable of doing this by himself.

But there is really not enough time.

For things like the finale, a question should start at least four to 10 minutes.

But if it takes time just to do the questions, that's okay.

What's even more frightening is that sometimes the first question is postponed, and the second question suddenly realizes that the question is actually very simple and cannot be called the finale.

The previous time has been squeezed out.

Sometimes the questions you are looking for are too many, or they directly involve some competition practices.

Jian Xing may be able to explain clearly to Cheng Xinglin very quickly, but Cheng Xinglin may have to wait a long time before he realizes that this question is seriously beyond the scope of his ability.

These two things are the magic weapon to pass the time.

As a result, Cheng Xinglin worked hard at mathematics for three days, but only copied six questions from the notebook.

This afternoon, in the class before going to the secret base, Cheng Xinglin found a topic that was expected to be ranked seventh.

I was so forgetful that I didn't pay attention to class and get out of class.

The pen in my hand is constantly working.

Hang Yitong heard the silence behind him and thought Cheng Xing was leaving.

Turning around and seeing that he was still there, he was puzzled: "Brother Lin, what's the situation that you don't study with God Jane today?"

The word "Jian Shen" forcibly hooked Cheng Xing Linhun back.

Still holding the pen in his hand, he looked up at Hang Yitong in a daze, and then slowly moved his eyes to the classroom wall clock.

Then, Cheng Xinglin came to his senses.

Cheng Xinglin hurriedly covered his notebook, not caring about any nonsense questions, he hurriedly packed his schoolbag and rushed out the door.

Run to the secret base at a sprint speed of [-] meters.

but.

When he arrived at the secret base, he was still 15 minutes behind the agreed time.

Before Cheng Xing opened the door, he took a peek inside nervously - but saw that in such a short time, Jian Xing had already got up and was doing his own math problems.

Cheng Xinglin breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly opened the door of the secret base.

The moment he pushed the door open, he saw Jian Xing raised his head.

"finally come?"

"Uh-huh."

"Why are you late?" Jian Xing asked.

"Hmm..." Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, but didn't tell the truth, "I just went to the toilet."

Not telling the truth.

Jian Xing immediately made a judgment in his heart.

Generally speaking, if Cheng Xinglin needed to go to the bathroom, he would definitely send him a message in advance.

But Cheng Xinglin said so, but Jian Xing did not expose him.

Jian Xing closed his homework, walked over, patted the pile of pillows, and signaled Cheng Xing to sit down.

Cheng Xinglin hurried over and sat next to him.

"If I remember correctly." Jian Xing said while Cheng Xing was about to open his schoolbag, "Today should be the third..."

"Snapped--"

Before Jian Xing could speak, Cheng Xinglin had already put a physics book in front of Jian Xing.

As if he was afraid that Jian Xing would bring up his math homework, Cheng Xinglin hurriedly said: "Senior, I think I am very interested in physics today!"

"Get started now!"

·

Jian Xing is a fool who can tell that Cheng Xinglin is procrastinating.

But he just paused with his fingertips, opened the physics book, and began to explain it to Cheng Xinglin.

After that it was as if everything was business as usual.

Physics, chemistry, biology, in turn.

But in the end, Cheng Xinglin still had to face the matter of handing in the math homework.

Cheng Xinglin spent a long time working on memorizing biology before handing it over.

Grinding until the last evening self-study is almost over.

Cheng Xinglin was afraid of affecting Jian Xing's rest time, so he took out his math homework and put it in front of Jian Xing.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin gave him a vaccination, "Maybe there is a little difference in quantity, but... the quality is definitely fine!"

"Okay." Jian Xing said, "I believe."

Therefore, Jian Xing took Cheng Xinglin's homework from him.

Jian Xing checked Cheng Xinglin's questions one by one, looking very seriously.

The more seriously he looked at it, the more disturbed Cheng Xinglin became.

He pursed his lips and watched Jian Xing examine the topic he had done. Finally, Jian Xing gently closed the notebook, and Cheng Xinglin smiled.

"It's actually quite good." Jian Xing said sincerely.

"That--"

"Actually, have you ever thought that we can not only use the time for self-study at night." Jian Xing said seriously, "We can also come out for self-study during the daytime."

Jian Xingxing Xinglin smiled: "I'm looking forward to staying here with you during the day."

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

If Jian Xing said this normally, Cheng Xinglin's heart would speed up and his face would turn red.

But today, Cheng Xinglin felt all the blood rushing towards his head, and his hands and feet were cold.

Jian Xing put it mildly, but the translation is—I think your self-study quality is not good.

"It's better not to come out during the day." Cheng Xinglin said with difficulty after thinking for a long time.

Why?Now the principal should support this.

No teacher can force Cheng Xinglin to stay in the classroom.

Cheng Xinglin seemed to hesitate for a while, but he finally made up his mind and looked at Jian Xing: "The time during the day should belong to the senior himself, and the senior should be busy with his own affairs, not..."

Been busy with my business.

Jian Xing: "..."

It turns out that the concern is here.

Jian Xing felt his heart soften a bit.

Jian Xing smiled and said, "I've already sent you, have you forgotten?"

"It doesn't mean that if you get recommended, you don't have your own things to do. The seniors are still doing problems, they are still reading books, and they also have their own dreams to achieve."

Cheng Xinglin looked into Jian Xing's eyes with burning eyes: "So senior, if you give me another three days, I'm sure, I will definitely give you a particularly good homework."

"it's OK?"

·

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing is not sensitive to appearance, but when Cheng Xinglin's eyes are bright and he looks at him seriously.

The only thought in Jian Xing's heart is——

Cheng Xinglin is really beautiful.

Perhaps lust and insanity is a common problem that every man in the world cannot change.

Anyway, Jian Xing agreed in a daze.

But the reasons Cheng Xinglin stated, on the contrary, came home later, pondered slowly, and then suddenly tasted the sweetness.

Jian Xing is also a player who easily enters the flow.

But tonight, he also experienced what it means to be absent-minded.

Every time he writes two strokes, he will stop the signature pen he is doing, look at the light of the desk lamp, and show a little smile.

When Jian Xing stopped writing, Cheng Xinglin also stopped writing.

It wasn't that he couldn't get into flow tonight, it was simply interrupted by the video call invitation.

Cheng Xinglin grabbed his phone and took a look, only to find that it was Future Jianxing.

——They have seldom called recently, and generally they don't make two calls in one night.

So Cheng Xinglin's immediate reaction when he saw this phone call was - something happened to the running script?

Cheng Xinglin pressed the call button and looked there nervously—"Red script? Did something happen to you?"

Future Jianxing: "..."

Future Jian Xing was a little confused by his question of concern.

It took him half a minute to realize Cheng Xinglin's concern, and immediately shook his head: "No, I'm fine."

"Then...why is there a second call tonight?" Cheng Xinglin carefully looked at Jian Xing's status over there, and found that he really seemed to be fine.

However, looking at the clothes and hair, it seems that it is not another day.

"I'm just a little worried about you." Future Jianxing said.

"Ah..." Cheng Xinglin was at a loss, "Worried about me?"

"It's just that when you get off work these few days, you see that your penguins are online, and...the dark circles are very heavy." Future Jianxing said, "So I'm a little worried."

In the future, Jian Xing finished speaking, and then sneered again: "Jian Xing, if the course can't be arranged reasonably, then don't arrange it. If you arrange such a low-efficiency study schedule, what's the matter if you stay up late."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "Wait a minute, wait a minute in running script, you haven't considered it, is it because I'm in a bad state and I can't learn it, that's why I'm wasting time?"

"Impossible." Future Jianxing said directly.

"...Why?"

"Because I know that you can't be in a bad state." Future Jianxing smiled, "You are the kind of person who can learn even if you have a high fever of 39 degrees. You have such ability."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Why didn't he know that he still had this ability.

But I have to say that the special maintenance of Jianxing in the future, with a particularly thick filter, made Cheng Xinglin feel an indescribable sense of security.

"Running script." Cheng Xinglin called him.

"Ok?"

"sorry."

"...Don't apologize to me."

"I want it." Cheng Xinglin felt particularly guilty, "Cursive script...I'm so tired, but it's actually because I didn't listen to you in the end, and I chose science."

Running script: "I guessed it."

Cheng Xinglin: "Ah..."

"That's why these days, I just hang up without saying a few words to me..." Future Jian Xing smiled wryly, "But Xiaolin, do you know that I will be happy for you in any choice you make."

"Compared to that..." Jian Xing seemed to think of something in the future, and whispered, "I can't accept it even more, we are alienated because of anything."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

It may be that I was really bad at running script a few days ago, so I was very guilty, so I amplified some emotions.

But Cheng Xinglin always felt that when Xingshu said this sentence, it seemed that a sense of loneliness would penetrate him...

Cheng Xinglin could have thought of something bad.

"Xingshu, so you will come to me, is it something that happened to me in the future?"

·

Future Jianxing: "..."

pretty close.

However, Cheng Xinglin glanced at Jian Xing's face in the future, and instead comforted him: "But you don't have to worry too much! You said that I chose liberal arts in the past, but in fact I chose science. Whatever happens in the future can be changed , isn't it?"

"……Correct."

Next, they did not continue to talk about this topic.

Instead, it returned to the daily boring issue of "science and liberal arts".

"But choosing science is Jian Xing's strong point, so it's impossible for you to be so tired?" Future Jian Xing is a little strange.

"Can you stop talking about yourself like someone else?" Cheng Xinglin complained, "It's too bloody, OK?"

"Hahaha, okay, but I'm still weird."

"It's nothing strange, it's just that I decided to teach myself mathematics."

Cheng Xinglin said, and told the future Jian Xing that Jian Xing also had his own affairs, and he couldn't bother him with everything.

but……

After all, it is for the parties concerned.

Cheng Xinglin spoke very tactfully.

Fortunately, the running script still understands.

"Understood." Future Jianxing nodded, "If that's the case, how about..." Let me help you?

"Stop." Before Jian Xing could speak in the future, Cheng Xinglin made a pause gesture.

"Xingshu, it's better not to use it. I always have to walk this road by myself." Cheng Xinglin said.

Future Jian Xing looked at him quietly.

"Yes, besides not letting Jian Xing lose my own time, I also have my own selfish motives." Cheng Xinglin said seriously.

"I want to become an adult who walks independently, even if the process is tortuous, but without such twists and turns, it is impossible to achieve this goal."

If this goal cannot be achieved.

What about myself, shoulder to shoulder with Jian Xing?

The road of holding, the road of waiting.

After all, it is going to be separated.

·

Cheng Xinglin said so.

In the future, Jian Xing will not be able to do anything, so he will continue to accompany Cheng Xinglin.

Accompany him to stay up late to brush up questions.

Cheng Xinglin's focus tonight really wasn't solving the questions.

Instead, I reorganized the websites for the topic selection, and separated the websites with more reliable topics from the websites that were extremely hip and charged.

This can slightly improve the accuracy of topic selection.

It was more than one o'clock before I fell asleep.

The next day the alarm clock was still six twenty.

Cheng Xinglin was bleary-eyed and extremely sleepy.

However, in this hazy state—he understood 80.00% of today's English radio drama.

Cheng Xinglin washed his face and brushed his teeth, changed into his school uniform, and prepared to go downstairs.

In the radio drama, Lily and Lisa don't know what they are arguing about.

Cheng Xinglin stepped on the stairs as if he was stepping on clouds.

Cheng Xinglin originally thought that this coma would last until he walked to school.

But the fact is that the moment he went downstairs, he immediately became sober.

Downstairs of his house is a propped up steamed stuffed bun stall.

The steamed stuffed bun stall uses the kind of huge bamboo steamer, which is steaming in the morning light.

Jian Xing, who was wearing a sports uniform, stood in front of the mist, saw Cheng Xinglin coming out, walked towards him with a smile, and handed him a cup of soy milk.

"Xueshen, why are you here?" Cheng Xinglin asked softly after taking a sip of soy milk.

"I found something last night that might be helpful to your studies, so I brought it here for you."

"What is it?" Cheng Xinglin immediately spit out the habit, and became interested.

I saw that Jian Xing took out one from the pocket of his sports uniform...

Something with a plastic case.

The plastic shell can be flipped up, and inside is a red, oblate thing.The leather surface seems to be a little cracked.

Cheng Xinglin felt...

This looks a bit like a... button?

Cheng Xinglin silently swallowed the soy milk, and took the button from Jian Xing.

With his superb acting skills, he expressed his respect for Jian Xing.

"Wow—" Cheng Xinglin performed.

"Stop wowing." Jian Xing smiled, "What the hell is it written all over your face?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

To put it bluntly, is it Cheng Xinglin who doesn't want to lose face?

However, it is indeed too much for him to write the words of complaining about the person he loves on his face...

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head to study, and was going to find some kind words to praise him.

but……

He searched for a long time, but couldn't find any words.

In the end, Cheng Xinglin could only ask directly: "So what's the use of this?"

"Click to destroy one-half of the world's human beings."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He is familiar with the plot.

But how did he remember that the key item was a glove, and he had to put on the glove and snap his fingers to destroy so many humans...

no……

That's not the point either.

The point is what the hell is Xueshen talking about!

Is it really possible to do so in the second grade?

"Then..." Cheng Xinglin cooperated, "Should I press it now?"

"Forget it. Protecting human beings is everyone's responsibility." Jian Xing said, "I'm serious—it's actually an inspiration button."

"Inspiration button?" Cheng Xinglin hesitated.

"It may be like a lucky object. When I was in elementary school, every time I couldn't solve a math problem, I would tap it with my hand, and then I would be able to tap the inspiration."

As Jian Xing said, he and Cheng Xinglin crossed the school gate.

The moment he stepped through the gate, Jian Xing smiled and turned his head, and said to Cheng Xinglin, "So I hope it can also bring you inspiration and good luck."

·

It turned out to be like this...

Cheng Xinglin took the button back to the classroom, opened it, and touched it lightly.

It is indeed a very old thing, the leather surface is cracked, and it is a bit prickly.

But touch it - it seems that you can really get some inspiration.

Cheng Xinglin touched it a few times, and put the button aside, like a talisman.

It's also possible that this thing actually works.

Cheng Xinglin seemed to be on the hook this morning, and the speed of finding the questions was half as fast as before.

of course……

It is still difficult to catch up with their three-day appointment at this distance, but as long as everything develops in a good way, it will be fine.

Cheng Xinglin wrote the topic all morning, and finally came out of the flow in the fourth period.

When I looked up, I found that the entire classroom was silent, and everyone was writing and drawing with their heads down.

Those who usually play kings and chickens are quiet now.

Cheng Xinglin: "..." What's going on?

"What's the situation!" It was Mi Qing who replaced Cheng Xinglin to speak out what was on his mind.

Mi Qing was in the last class and almost thought she had made a mistake when she walked in.

Mi Qing withdrew to take a look at the class card, then walked in again hesitantly, and asked again: "Is it... my soul pierced, or your soul pierced?"

"No, none at all." The person sitting at the door hurriedly said, "Teacher, keep your voice down, we want to create a particularly good learning environment for Brother Lin."

Mi Qing: "...huh?"

"That's right, Teacher Mi, look, brother Lin has overcome all difficulties and dangers to stay in our class, we must not let him down - so what, the grades are not enough, the learning environment will make up for it."

"We analyzed the learning environment of the key class, and it's not so mysterious. Isn't it just that if you don't go out to play after class, all the staff will bow their heads and do their homework. In class, everyone looks as majestic and heroic as if they had been beaten. It's easy to do!"

Mi Qing was very moved when she heard this, the fairy wiped her tears, and then asked softly: "So, how do you know what it's like to be in class?"

This is too sharp, the students can't answer.

He escaped this problem by "pretending to write".

Mi Qing didn't delve into it either, and when he got on the podium, he exchanged a glance with Cheng Xinglin who was resting, and winked at him.

In the next class, Cheng Xinglin kept an ear, and found that everyone, as he said, began to "beat chicken blood" and "majestic and heroic" in class.

Cheng Xinglin touched the box in his drawer, which contained all the photos of the last "breakup meal".

Cheng Xinglin quietly sent a message to Hang Yitong to ask him to take back all the photos.

can……

Such a virtuous circle is really good.

It was really a special and correct decision to tell the principal not to leave Class 27.

No matter for yourself.

Still for class 27.

Cheng Xinglin suddenly remembered.

If it weren't for Jian Xing's words, he might have left class 27.

Thinking of Jian Xing, Cheng Xinglin just ran out to watch the "majestic and heroic" soul gather again, he picked up the pen, and plunged into the sea of ​​mathematics again.

Time flies by trying hard.

Three days passed almost instantly.

In the blink of an eye.

Time limit, expired.