I attacked the god of learning

Jian Xing's words are rare and powerful.

——If it wasn't for the trembling of this command.

Jian Xing seemed to be running, so the evening wind blew all the trembling in his voice into Cheng Xinglin's ears.

Cheng Xinglin guessed:

He should be worried about himself.

That's why the voice trembled so much.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xinglin didn't say anything, but hooked Jian Xing's neck with his arm.

Then buried his head in his shoulder and did not move.

Cheng Xinglin's hot forehead and Jian Xing's unclothed shoulders clashed against each other.

The temperature in Jian Xing's place was so hot that his shoulders and back were numb, but because he was worried about Cheng Xinglin's health, he didn't stop.

When the two of them arrived at the school gate, the T3 that Jian Xing called just now had already arrived.

I got in the car and went to the hospital, but a few minutes later, I was already sitting in the emergency room.

As the nurse sister said last night, the first thing a patient with a fever arrives at the hospital is to collect blood.

Cheng Xinglin didn't want to simply carry his back, and after going to the blood collection by himself, he sat on the chair next to the blood collection place, his eyes drifted, and his face was very pale.

After resting for a while and getting the report, the two returned to the doctor.

The doctor looked at the blood test report and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Jian Xing frowned deeply.

"Oh, no." The doctor pointed to the routine blood test, "I just think it's amazing that such a big guy can still be anemic—a bit malnourished, isn't he?"

"Maybe my stomach has been uncomfortable before." Cheng Xinglin said, "I didn't eat very well."

"I guess I didn't sleep well." The doctor shook his head, took out his stethoscope and listened to his lung sounds—there was no major problem, "The blood routine and lung problems are not serious. You fainted just now because of lack of nutrition. Keep up with the cause."

"I'll prescribe a fever-reducing drip for you first, and then a nutrient solution. You can lie down in the observation room and drink plenty of water. You'll be fine after a while."

As the doctor said, he ghostly drew peach symbols on the paper.

Then, he satisfactorily stuffed his ghostly painted peach charms to Jian Xing, and motioned him to pay the money.

In the evening, there are not many people in the hospital at the moment, and all the procedures go quickly.

Soon, Cheng Xinglin went to the observation room to hang up the water - although it was not the observation room that day, the hospital bed was still in the same position.

Cheng Xinglin stared at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking?" Jian Xing asked casually after covering him with the quilt.

"I think this is the second time I have come to the hospital during this period." Cheng Xinglin said, "Study really hurts the body."

Hearing what he said, Jian Xing laughed and didn't continue talking, but sat quietly on the side, waiting for him to sleep.

The drip bottle here contains ingredients to help sleep, and Cheng Xinglin quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he saw Hang Yitong sitting beside him looking at him with a mournful face.

This feeling.

As if he didn't have a fever.

Instead lying in some kind of crystal coffin box, already godie.

Of course, when he opened his eyes now, he could only say that he was cheating.

"What expression do you have?" Cheng Xinglin silently sat up from the bed, "I'm not dead yet."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

... Cheng Xinglin looked at Hang Yitong crying inexplicably.

After he had cried enough, he raised his hand and patted him, saying: "It's alright, alright, just have a fever, and you'll be fine with some fluids—no, how do you know I'm sick?"

"Then don't you know?" Hang Yitong wept sobbingly, "God Jane ran such a long way from school with you on his back, she is a student of our school, everyone knows."

"..."

Very good, it turned out that he felt right when he woke up just now.

He is dead, the death of society.

Just as Cheng Xinglin was about to support his forehead, he felt his hand being pressed down.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head to the side, and found that he almost raised his infusion hand just now, and it was Jian Xing who pushed him down.

"Don't bring blood back." Jian Xing was serious.

But this action...

Fingers interlaced, as if holding hands.

Hang Yitong silently glanced at the two guests who had "successfully joined hands".

I felt as if I was the first to discover something incredible.

And I strongly feel that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

"Anyway, anyway, I'm here to see that you're fine, so don't worry." Hang Yitong said quickly, "By the way, brother Lin, I brought this for you—see if you need it."

As Hang Yitong said, he took out a paper bag and put it on Cheng Xinglin's lap.

The open paper bag reveals the contents inside, which are all messy materials and papers.

"I don't know what you want, so I collected some of the messy materials on your desk for you - after all, you are the masters, you probably insist on studying despite your illness?"

As Hang Yitong talked, he was a little unconfident: "Ah, but... Is it too cruel to give patients learning materials?"

"No." Cheng Xinglin said immediately, "I just need this. I'll do two questions later."

Today is already November 6th.

It was only half a month before the Qingbei class placement test on July 7.

And Cheng Xinglin was still fifteen points short of the last goal.

The last fifteen points didn't seem to be as many as he needed to raise before.

But in fact, the difficulty is even greater - the previous score is no problem if the foundation is laid, but now, he needs to make breakthroughs in difficult areas.

The basic score can be a thousand miles a day.

But research on difficult problems is of course half the effort.

Even if Cheng Xinglin had a fever and had an infusion, he couldn't waste time not doing the questions, only in the end could he have a chance of life.

Seeing that Cheng Xinglin really needed this thing, Hang Yitong finally breathed a sigh of relief, so he hurriedly put oil on his feet and ran away.

Cheng Xinglin sighed, supported his aching body, got up, and took out the physics test paper inside.

Cheng Xinglin was just about to start, when the corner of his lips was touched by a smooth object.

Looking to the side, it was Jian Xing holding the water glass and putting it to his lips.

"Drink some water before reading." Jian Xing said.

"Okay." Cheng Xinglin followed suit, and was just about to pick it up, but Jian Xing withdrew his hand behind him.

Jian Xing raised the cup high, and when it was in the air, it was even with the corner of Cheng Xinglin's lips.

Lifting the cup at him, Jian Xing said, "Just drink like this."

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Cheng Xinglin: "..."

That is, what do you mean by feeding water?

Seeing Jian Xing's persistent gaze, Cheng Xinglin didn't say anything in the end, he leaned over and touched the glass of water in his hand with his lips.

Obediently drank the water in his hand.

Drink that saliva.

I don't know which nerve in Cheng Xinglin's stomach was affected.

In short, his stomach growled, obviously revealing his hunger.

Cheng Xinglin blushed.

He looked up at Jian Xing, Jian Xing put down the water glass, and asked naturally: "What do you want to eat, I'll go out and buy it for you?"

Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, and said, "Lao Ma copied his hands, is that okay?"

this is okay.

Just as Jian Xing was about to go out, Cheng Xinglin said again: "Senior..."

Cheng Xinglin asked softly: "That, spicy, heavy numb, okay?"

Jian Xing subconsciously wanted to say no, but after a while, he still nodded.

——The doctor also said before that Cheng Xinglin's stomach is fine now.

It's normal to eat some spicy food in moderation.

But heavy numbness is impossible to heavy numbness, Jian Xing finally only agreed to give him a little numbness.

Chaoshou is no different than other things. If it is delivered by takeaway, the skin will be softened by the soup and it will not taste good.

So Jian Xing went out by himself to hand copy for Cheng Xinglin.

After Jian Xing went out, Cheng Xinglin picked up the physics problem he had printed out and started to work on it.

Before Cheng Xinglin got the questions, he did some mental preparation for himself - it is estimated that doing the questions now will not be as smooth as during the exam.

Then, the God of Physics nodded his head, expressing——you are right.

The God of Physics is a Tsundere God, and the Tsundere God will only take care of him a little during the exam.

Let's have a thick and thin hair.

And now, it's Cheng Xinglin's turn to accumulate more.

In fact, this is also a very natural process of learning. After learning a certain stage, you may have a feeling of enlightenment.

That day will be particularly smooth, and the writing will be like a god.

But that day is far from the day when you have mastered this knowledge.

That's just a reward for studying the questions carefully for a long time.

In fact, if you continue to work hard at this time, you may really master the content of this field.

However, many people give up at this stage.

Everyone understands the truth that if you persist a little longer, you will reach a higher level.

However, when you really reach this stage, no matter how much I tell you next to you, your only feeling is——confusion.

Because—the stage of having seen a little bit of hope, but being beaten back to its original shape, is more uncomfortable than the stage where I have been working hard at the beginning and can't see any hope at all.

How do you say that--

I could have endured hell if I had never seen heaven.

Cheng Xinglin put down the physics paper, leaned on the pillow in the hospital in some confusion, and looked at the pale ceiling.

He also knows that physics is a bottleneck, and it will be fine if it breaks through.

But by July [-]rd, can we really break through this bottleneck?

What if it stops at the bottleneck by then?

and……

Even if he can perform as well in the next test as this time, but there are still [-] points left, where will he get these points from?

He knew very well that getting 640 in the exam was already a level of effort.

Cheng Xinglin blinked at the ceiling in confusion.

After a moment of confusion, his fingers still grabbed the pen on his knee.

Anyway, it's useless to think so much, it's better to get up and brush up the questions.

Cheng Xinglin just sat up, and when he was about to continue to study the questions, a beautiful bouquet of carnations lifted his curtain and squeezed in.

A boy in a suit and school uniform, as straight and straight as Jian Xing, poked his head out from behind the flowers.

Cheng Xinglin looked at this man for tens of seconds and remembered who he was.

"God Lu?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"Do you know me?" Lu Sihe smiled, "Hello, I'm Lu Sihe, classmate Cheng. I heard that you are sick, so I came to see you."

"Thank you Lu God, Lu God sit down." Cheng Xinglin said politely.

Lu Sihe put the bunch of carnations on the cabinet next to him, pulled a chair to sit down, and greeted Cheng Xinglin naturally.

Lu Si and Wen Rourou joked: "Don't you call me Senior, I feel like you are called Senior Jian Xing."

Cheng Xinglin said directly: "Because it's Jian Xing, and you know what I think about the senior, so I gave him a special title——Lu Shen doesn't mind?"

Lu Sihe quietly took a deep breath, almost not being pissed off by Cheng Xinglin's way, but he still had to keep smiling: "Of course——by the way, I brought you something here."

"What is it?"

"I happened to pass by the teacher's office, and I brought the papers for you." Lu Sihe opened his messenger bag and took out a folder from it, "I think you should want this very much."

That was really wanted.

Tonight was supposed to be the day for Cheng Xinglin to make plans.

Only when you get the test paper can you analyze your own shortcomings, and then make a study plan for the next stage.

Look at it this way.

Cheng Xinglin didn't have the same defense against Lu Sihe as before.

He took the paper and said, "Thank you God Lu."

"No thanks." Lu Sihe smiled, "By the way, where is Jane? Did you go to the bathroom?"

"I went out to buy food for me, maybe I'll be back in about half an hour." Cheng Xinglin opened the file bag.

"That's okay, I'll be with you during this time, don't worry." Lu Sihe looked at Cheng Xinglin's movements with a pleasant expression, "Do you want to read the test paper? Do you want me to analyze it for you?"

In fact, Lu Sihe's ability is still there.

But for some reason, Cheng Xinglin always felt that he was not kind, so he directly refused.

"No, don't bother the senior, I can analyze it myself." Cheng Xinglin said, "If the analysis is not good, the senior will help me."

"Isn't Jian Xing too tired?" Lu Sihe said softly, "Besides, don't you feel sorry for wasting half an hour like this?"

What a waste of half an hour reading papers by himself, Cheng Xinglin didn't understand the logic.

but……

He said Jian Xinglin was tired, but Cheng Xinglin was still a little shaken.

Cheng Xinglin thought for a while, and finally took out the paper, spread it on his knees, and said, "Okay, I'll trouble God Lu."

Lu Si and the same gentle smile for thousands of years: "No trouble."

Lu Sihe smiled, but the smile was completely superficial.

The jealousy in his eyes seemed to burn Cheng Xinglin's coat.

Cheng Xinglin was wearing Jian Xing's coat, he could tell.

This coat is the one that he likes Jian Xing to wear the most. He always feels that Jian Xing feels very different when wearing this coat.

Gentler, more gentlemanly, more mature, he prefers it.

But now, his favorite coat is hanging on Cheng Xinglin's body.

It's not just hanging on Cheng Xinglin.

Moreover, Cheng Xinglin was wearing this coat and was carried across the campus by Jian Xing.

And Cheng Xinglin was sitting here braggingly wearing this coat.

Lu Sihe couldn't think about it.

The whole person is going crazy.

Why.

He has also been sick and uncomfortable, but in order to be able to stand side by side with Jian Xing, he has been working hard, even if he has a high fever, he has not given up coming to school to study.

But he never got even one piece of clothes that Jian Xing shared with him.

And Cheng Xinglin.

What is he.

It was so easy to get what he wanted for so long.

Lu Sihe cast all his resentful eyes on Cheng Xinglin's clothes, and when he looked up, he was still the good senior with a gentle smile.

He patiently helped Cheng Xinglin analyze the papers one by one, praised Cheng Xinglin's advantages in time, and then mercilessly pointed out his lack of knowledge.

However, pointing out more is not about the mastery of knowledge points, but about Cheng Xinglin's learning ability.

"It is already very good to be able to reach this level in just one and a half months. It can be said that you have already done all the questions you should do."

Lu Sihe said seriously.

"But the remaining high-level questions cannot be filled in a day or two. It requires you to cultivate a long-term scientific thinking." Lu Sihe looked a little embarrassed.

"Shen Lu means that he thinks it will be difficult for me to raise the next [-] points?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

Lu Sihe thought for a while, then nodded with difficulty.

Cheng Xinglin sighed.

He leaned against the pillow again, thinking about the test questions that Lu Sihe had analyzed for him just now.

In fact, what Lu Sihe said was true.

640 points.

It was indeed Cheng Xinglin's limit at present.

He paid a great physical price and worked hard to the limit to get this 640 points.

The next fifteen points are actually more difficult than reaching the sky.

Before Lu Sihe came, he was also thinking about this, and Lu Sihe's words made him come into contact with this issue in a deeper level.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin's pale face, Lu Sihe couldn't help being secretly happy.

His purpose was achieved.

Whether the remaining [-] points can be raised, in fact, no one can say for sure.

His goal is just PUA Cheng Xinglin, which makes him feel that he can't do it.

People are like this, if one goal is successful, it is easy to catch up and work hard for the next goal.

But on the contrary, if a goal fails, people can easily fall into self-doubt, feeling that nothing can be done well, and nothing can be done.

Lu Sihe is not afraid that now Cheng Xinglin and Jian Xing have a good relationship.

Anyway, after this summer vacation is over, Jian Xing will be leaving—there is nothing to say about a temporary relationship.

What he was afraid of was that if Cheng Xinglin succeeded in this counterattack, he would continue to work hard with the current momentum until he reunited with Jian Xing in Beijing.

As for Jian Xing, recalling that the two of them accomplished this great event together, they could have waited for Cheng Xinglin for two years.

Everything is developing in a better and better direction.

Things are really out of control.

But if Cheng Xinglin failed the Qingbei class.

Jian Xing entered the university campus with such bad memories, and Cheng Xinglin would also lose confidence and not be able to enter a good university.

In the future, the road of two people is destined to go farther and farther.

Lu Sihe didn't think it was despicable for him to ruin a person's future like this.

People are divided into three, six, and nine classes.

He did not know how to steal Cheng Xinglin's current life, so it is only reasonable to let him go back to the original life track.

Lu Sihe looked at Cheng Xinglin who was leaning softly on the pillow.

I know - my goal is almost achieved.

He kills/people without seeing blood, and also earns a reputation as a gentle and caring senior.

Cheng Xinglin leaned against it for a while, sighed, and sat up: "God Lu, thank you very much for coming to see me today."

Lu Sihe smiled: "You're welcome."

"But, you don't think I'm stupid, do you?" Cheng Xinglin sat up straight and asked seriously.

His face was pale and his body was very thin, but his eyes were firm, as sharp as a knife, piercing directly into Lu Sihe's body.

"...What do you mean?" Lu Sihe asked.

"That's right, you think I can't hear you. The purpose of those analysis you just babbled just now is to break my confidence?"

Lu Sihe: "..."

Cheng Xinglin looked down at his coat, and asked again: "This dress belongs to the senior, right? You... like the senior? That's why you came here to talk so much?"

Lu Si and the whole person were stunned.

He had never been dismantled like this in person.

His breathing fluctuated, and the gentle surface he maintained finally collapsed.

"Cheng Xinglin, I'm just here to help you, you really don't know what to do."

"Help me, that's how you help? Praise my shortcomings secretly, and say I'm not good enough in the name of praise?" Cheng Xinglin didn't like this.

Cheng Xinglin was leaning on the pillow, with a sick face, and his voice was not too loud: "If you like someone, you should like it well. Don't like it in a way of bullying or suppressing others. Is it difficult to do it? Do you really think you are like this, Jian Xing Senior, will he like you?"

"Why can't it come true?" Lu Sihe's gentle mask completely collapsed, "Then do you have evidence? You go tell Jian Xing, you go?! Do you think he will believe it?"

"Of course I'll believe it." Jian Xing said indifferently, lifting the door curtain with his hands in hand.