I attacked the god of learning

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

When he heard Jian Xing's words, Cheng Xinglin's whole body froze - he, is he nervous, okay, it seems a little bit.

But, but... why are you nervous...it doesn't make sense.

If you want to take advantage, it must be taken by yourself, the invincible school who has beaten the whole school.

If you are nervous, it must be the senior who is nervous...

A mess of thoughts flashed through Cheng Xinglin's mind.

Before he could think about anything clearly, he felt that the bed next to him was heavy again.

Jian Xing turned over, completely turned his face around, straightened his body, and looked at Cheng Xinglin seriously.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xing didn't dare to move, so he lay straight on the bed.

Jian Xing propped his cheeks with his hands, and looked down at Cheng Xinglin for a long time. He didn't laugh until Cheng Xinglin was lying stiff like a stick.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just watching." Jian Xing said, "If you're so nervous, let's talk about something boring."

Cheng Xinglin didn't speak.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I recently read a book in my spare time called A Brief History of Time. I feel the content is quite hypnotic. I'll tell you that you should not be nervous, but sleepy."

That must not be possible.

Cheng Xinglin has already prepared for the possibility that Jian Xing will not be able to sleep tonight by his side.

But he still quietly pricked up his ears, listening to Jian Xing's "A Brief History of Time".

Half of it is out of respect for Jian Xing.

The other half is - a brief history of time, which seems to have something to do with running script.

Jian Xing didn't hear whether Cheng Xinglin answered yes or no, but he didn't delay him from speaking directly.

Jian Xing used a particularly flat and straightforward tone to explain the already obscure professional books even more calmly.

The charming and ambiguous atmosphere just now was overwhelmed by the narration in this tone.

Cheng Xinglin listened carefully, but this kind of book was inherently difficult, and he had no talent in physics, so the more he listened carefully, the more confused he became.

He was just recovering from a serious illness, and it took less than two hours for him to receive antipyretic injections.

Before listening to a few words, the eyelids began to fight.

After listening to half a chapter, Cheng Xinglin slowly closed his eyes.

Jian Xing didn't stop and continued talking.

It wasn't until the breathing sound around him became even, that Jian Xing saw that Cheng Xinglin was clearly asleep, and then gradually lowered the volume.

In the end, Jian Xing stopped talking and just quietly looked at Cheng Xinglin's sleeping face.

The atmosphere between the two became "pure sleep".

Seeing such a good atmosphere, Mimi let out a meow, and also climbed onto the bed, ready to throw a bar, and ran between the two of them.

Make this already "pure" atmosphere a little more pure.

However, as soon as Mimi Ba squeezed into the gap between the two, she was picked up again by the back of her neck.

Jian Xing put the kitten on his right hand, and gently stroked its back.

Mimi Ba was stroked very comfortably, and the dissatisfaction that was mentioned just now disappeared, and she rubbed Jian Xing flatteringly.

"I have a discussion with you." Looking at the cat's appearance, Jian Xing smiled and whispered, "I'll sleep next to him tonight, and you can sleep on my side, okay?"

Can cats understand human speech?

Anyway, Mimiba just stared at Jian Xing for a while with jewel-like eyes.

He didn't say if it was okay, but he just shrank his head and lay down under the quilt.

Jian Xing saw Mimiba lying down as if acquiescing, and finally lay down.

Jian Xing's hand walked down the quilt, and finally touched Cheng Xinglin's right hand exposed outside the quilt.

Then, covered it with his palm.

·

Because of the infusion, Cheng Xinglin's fingers were a little cold tonight, but it was a pleasant temperature in the hot summer.

There is a slender pinhole on the back of the right hand, which cannot be felt at all, but Jian Xing feels that he has touched it.

Like touching a beautiful little mole.

Jian Xing felt itchy in his heart.

This action doesn't count as holding hands, Cheng Xinglin is fast asleep again, even if he holds hands like this, he won't have any reaction.

But even so, Jian Xing still felt that.

Very satisfied.

Jian Xing lay flat, in a very quiet room, he felt he could hear his own heartbeat.

Jian Xing thought - it's time to put it on the agenda, and tell Cheng Xinglin that he likes him.

·

Jian Xing slept all night holding Cheng Xinglin's hand.

But the next day he got up earlier than Cheng Xinglin - he suddenly remembered the unlucky pile of clothes in the washing machine that had not been dried.

It can only be washed again and hung outside the window to dry.

Poured cat food and water for the kitten, went downstairs to buy buns and soy milk and called Cheng Xinglin to get up.

The two finished breakfast sitting at the old table in the morning light.

Jian Xing didn't have any clothes to change, so he simply went to school in the old tracksuit that Cheng Xinglin gave him.

This look simply caused a sensation in the school—just as the senior senior left, Jian Xing was already a senior in the third year.

In the three years of high school, whenever Jian Xing came to school, he must wear a school uniform.

However, it was the second day after he crossed the campus with Cheng Xinglin on his back.

It was the first time I came to school without a school uniform.

It's hard to say where Jian Xing was last night.

Shouldn't it be-

Is Cheng Xinglin at home? ? ?

That would be so exciting.

Amidst the divergent opinions, Cheng Xinglin went back to the classroom to read books, to be a ruthless learning machine.

Cheng Xinglin didn't notice at all that Hang Yitong looked at him several times, and finally he raised his hand to take the paper, only to see Hang Yitong poking his head.

"What question?" Cheng Xinglin said, "Physics or chemistry?"

"No!" Hang Yitong now had a chance, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Lin, your speed is fast enough! You have already caught Jian Shentong or something—as expected, the opportunity is reserved for someone Prepared people."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "What are you talking about?"

Hang Yitong: "It's not what I'm talking about, it's everyone's guessing!! Xueshen carried you across the campus, and came to school the next day in an unheard of outfit. Didn't Xueshen spend the night at your house last night?"

Cheng Xinglin: "...Yes."

Hang Yitong: "!"

Cheng Xinglin: "But please arrange the messy things in your mind. Nothing happened last night, but you forgot to dry the clothes after washing. You can only wear this clothes."

I don't know how many people in the classroom are listening to this matter with their ears pricked up.

Hearing this sentence, the cultural and entertainment committee member covered his mouth and expressed everyone's heartfelt feelings: "What did you do? I forgot to dry the clothes."

Luo Yueyue's "girlfriend" nodded: "Brother Lin, you accidentally exposed the real situation."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

What is the real situation, help.

But what can he do if these people make fun of him, just pamper him.

Cheng Xinglin could only sigh helplessly: "No, you can just talk nonsense, I won't tell you anymore, I will continue to analyze the papers."

Ah, Brother Lin is going to analyze the test paper.

Then the group of people who were watching the excitement just now hurriedly did what they should do, calm down, and don't bother Cheng Xinglin.

All of a sudden, the classroom was filled with the sound of flipping books, and the learning atmosphere was particularly good.

But what should I say, Class 27, Senior One—now Class 27, Senior Two, the learning atmosphere is quite strong recently.

The main reason is that Cheng Xinglin needs a quiet learning environment, and it is not convenient for everyone to play games and talk, so they can only stare at the teacher in class.

Staring and staring, I actually listened to the content of the class, and after I listened to it, I wrote my homework by the way.

While writing homework, I suddenly realized...

In fact, homework is also very interesting.

Although it does not have the exquisite appearance and well-designed levels of the king.

But the refreshment of writing a question for a long time cannot be replaced by King Pesticide.

So everyone was writing and writing and writing, and before they knew it, they were on the monthly exam results-upgraded.

Although no one can pass the [-] exam as exaggerated.

But unexpectedly, several people have reached Cheng Xinglin's previous results.

It is very promising to improve a few classes.

After tasting the sweetness, everyone will continue to study hard.

So, in such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Cheng Xinglin reviewed the morning papers.

For knowledge points, check for omissions and fill in vacancies.

Seeing the end, Cheng Xinglin sighed.

"Brother Lin, what's going on." Hang Yitong heard Cheng Xinglin sigh, and immediately held up the takeaway that had just arrived, "Are you tired, drink Hey Tea!"

"Stop drinking, I'm just a little depressed."

"You're still depressed after taking the 640 exam, don't be mad at me, okay?"

"It's good to pass the test so high, but the last [-] points are more difficult than expected." Cheng Xinglin looked at the pile of papers and the clueless score improvement plan in the draft book, his eyelashes drooping, A little tired.

Last night, it was a relief to hate Lu Sihe, but in fact, he knew that what Lu Sihe said was not completely false after doing a replay.

This set of test papers is good, but if you look carefully, you will find that there are indeed three words in many places-"try your best".

This is indeed Cheng Xinglin's current limit.

After all, there is no shortcut to learning. If you can improve your skills by doing the questions for a month, then everyone can sprint to do the questions.

But in fact, those who have the last laugh in the examination room are actually those who have been studying hard for decades.

It's not that Cheng Xinglin can't do it.

With perseverance and willpower, he's fine.

However, the current way to increase points is the turn of the persistent home court.

Check out the goal of the North Class.

It really seemed like an unattainable goal.

Hope is really slim.

"It's okay, Brother Lin, now the public opinion has long stopped saying that you are incapable of learning, no matter what the final result is, everyone has seen your hard work." Hang Yitong comforted him, "Besides, you won't pass the Qingbei class. Then it’s the same for Tsinghua University and Peking University in the college entrance examination.”

Cheng Xinglin didn't speak.

Seeing Cheng Xinglin's expression, Hang Yitong planned to persuade him again.

A boy with wheat-colored skin rushed in.

The boy wandered around like a headless chicken, and finally found Cheng Xinglin.

He ran up to Cheng Xinglin, and before he could even catch his breath, he started to make alarmist remarks.

"Primary school boy!!! Help, Jian Xing is crazy!!" Pan Yangwen said, "Hurry up, saving the scene is like putting out a fire, you know!!"