I attacked the god of learning

Jian Xing's welcome home is just a short sentence.

But for some reason, it actually formed a reverberating effect.

Cheng Xinglin stood at the door blankly, as if he couldn't believe what happened in front of him.

On the other side of the computer, Jian Xing's lips curled slightly: "What's wrong? Are you stupid?"

"No..." Cheng Xinglin was at a loss, "How could..."

This time, Jian Xing did not answer him.

He just bowed his head, took out another phone and started typing.

[I'm in class, so I can't disturb everyone, so I'm typing. 】

[The smart systems installed in the house before leaving are all finished equipment, simple and easy to use, why not? 】

Cheng Xinglin looked at this text and reacted for a while.

In fact, he has forgotten that the three words "how come" were brought up by himself.

After a while, Cheng Xinglin replied: [Okay. 】

Over there, Jian Xing laughed again, and then typed: [Okay. 】

Jian Xing: [It's not important, what's important is that we can study together again from today. 】

Cheng Xinglin's heart softened, he moved the computer in front of him, and then spread out the homework.

Because Jian Xing was in class, he could only show half of his chin. Most of the time, he could only see the folds of his clothes under poor lighting.

But it's even better this way.

Such a secret angle.

Only belong to oneself.

Cheng Xinglin picked up a pen, exhaled slightly, bowed his head and began to write.

Because of the angle of the phone, he could hear Jian Xing's breathing, which seemed to be close at hand.

Just like they did their homework head to head in May and June.

Maybe there are always some people.

Thousands of kilometers away.

It can also be like being close by.

·

Not only can I go out for self-study, but I can also be accompanied by Jian Xing, which is simply heaven-level treatment.

However, how do you say that sentence—whatever you gain, you will lose.

Cheng Xinglin moved out for self-study, of course he gained more time for himself.

But at the same time, he also felt that the superficial rapport with his new classmates was gradually disappearing.

After Cheng Xinglin declined several invitations to give lectures and discussions, those who didn't care about Cheng Xinglin's decline in grades and came to him gradually stopped coming.

In addition, he is not in the class for self-study in the morning and evening, and the time he can spend with his classmates every day is directly cut in half.

No longer being able to integrate into the class is an unsuspecting consequence.

after all.

This is not Class 37.

Cheng Xinglin had to admit that the students in class 37 really gave him a lot of pampering.

Many times, everyone puts him in the center of consideration and always prioritizes his affairs.

And after changing a class.

Everyone must put their own first.

The alienation of the relationship with classmates is only the first side effect of self-study.

At the same time, the relationship between Cheng Xinglin and the teacher was also a little tense.

Not every teacher understands the matter of self-study by students.

For example, the English teacher in class 37 before, for example, the current physics teacher in their class.

On the third day of Cheng Xinglin's schedule, he was caught by his physics teacher to write biology homework in his class.

"Although these two words have meaning..." The physics teacher shook Cheng Xinglin's homework, slightly teasing, "But Newton and Darwin can't match each other."

Cheng Xinglin could hear the criticism in this sentence.

He didn't say anything, Shi Dong stood at the back of the classroom, and punished himself by standing still—and then continued to secretly write Chinese homework in the next physics class with a more cautious attitude.

After all, one of Cheng Xinglin's strengths is that when he decides to do something, he will never give up until he achieves his goal.

Cheng Xinglin reopened their bed at the secret base, and brought some thin quilts and Mimiba's food.

Directly turned the hard work during the sprint last semester into a kind of daily life.

The only thing that is a little different is that the weather is getting colder every day.

The mattress that Jian Xing moved here before was not too thick, and now it is completely unable to insulate the autumn coolness by laying it on the ground.

Even after sleeping for three days, Cheng Xinglin got up in the morning and it was still cold inside the quilt.

Cheng Xinglin has gone crazy reciting poems recently.Rubbing his temples that were aching from being too cold, Cheng Xinglin felt the situation, and his first thought was—"The cloth quilt has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiaoer is lying on the ground and cracked."

baaah.

Cheng Xinglin's head flashed the famous emoji of a certain actor surnamed Wu, and he stopped himself from having such terrible thoughts.

But at the same time, he also sighed.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the quilt is cold or not.

Just woke up this morning, feeling the cold quilt, in a room with no one.

Suddenly there is a feeling of loneliness that cannot be described in words.

This is also playing baa.

Cheng Xinglin once again exported an emoticon package in his mind, stopped his crazy thoughts, stood up and went to warm up milk for himself.

Jian Xing's kettle for making tea has been reduced to a prop for heating milk.

Cheng Xinglin's hot milk paired with the cold bread he bought last night was better than having nowhere to dispel the chill in his body and the "sorrow" that he didn't know where it came from.

Seize the time to study in the morning.

Once you're in flow, you won't feel lonely.

Thursday afternoon.

Cheng Xinglin bought two breads and two boxes of milk at the commissary as usual, and prepared to go to the secret base.

When passing by the security booth, the security guard waved to him and signaled him to go over.

"What's the matter, Uncle?" Cheng Xinglin threw the food into his schoolbag and walked over to ask.

"There is your package. It's thick and tall. I don't know what it is. You can move it away. The leader will come to check it later."

As he said that, the security guard moved out a long cardboard box that was slightly taller than Cheng Xinglin's.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the cardboard box suspiciously—is he sure he hasn't bought anything online recently?

But the security guards were already urging him to leave quickly.

Cheng Xinglin didn't have time to ask more questions, so he could only carry the package away.

Fortunately, when he left the security booth, the school had already started self-study classes, and no one attracted any attention.

Cheng Xinglin went upstairs with the package in his arms, panting and opened the door of the secret base.

Just after entering the door, the smart device lights up again, and Jianxing's video cuts in synchronously.

Today Jian Xingjing is not teaching in the classroom, but walking outside.

He hung up his bluetooth headset, glanced at the camera, and asked, "Is the package here?"

"Ah." Cheng Xinglin realized, "You sent it to me? What is it?"

"Take it apart and see."

The same is true.

Cheng Xinglin found a small knife, opened the box, and took out a dark blue scroll from inside.

"Wait, it's better to put it on the bed before continuing to dismantle it." Jian Xing reminded.

Cheng Xinglin put the roll down on his mattress, and cut off the outer plastic layer of the roll, and the moment the roll came into contact with the air, it began to stretch and swell.

Finally draped over his original mattress.

Very coincidentally completely covered.

It can be called a tight fit.

"... Mattress?" Cheng Xinglin looked up.

"Yeah." Jian Xing smiled, "It's been a bit cold recently, if you still sleep here, the mattress should be thicker."

"By the way - Mimi Ba's new nest is also on the way."

·

Cheng Xinglin didn't ask Jianxing why he knew he lived here, and he also knew that he was very cold recently.

All he knew was that two huge mattresses were stacked together, even if he slept on the ground, he wouldn't be cold.

Cheng Xinglin never appeared in the state of getting up in the morning with cold hands and feet, and was warm every day.

Meanwhile, when he went to class on Friday morning, he saw two breakfasts on the table.

One is a Western-style hot dog croissant with a cup of raw coconut latte, which is very similar to Jian Xing's hobby.

The other is pancake fruit with orange juice.

Two breakfasts are so well placed here.

It always makes people feel a touch of shocking feeling.

The only thing the two breakfasts have in common is... Cheng Xinglin touched the two cups, both were warm.

It is quite comfortable to warm your hands in the autumn morning.

However, Cheng Xinglin didn't warm his hands, he just picked up the cup and looked at it - he didn't find any useful information.

Cheng Xinglin could only ask his tablemate: "Is yours misplaced?"

Jiang Lin wears AIRPODS, and he doesn't know whether he heard it and pretended not to hear it, or he really didn't hear it. In short, three words stand out-ignore people.

Cheng Xinglin resisted the urge to beat him up, and was just about to look for clues again.

The person sitting on his left raised his head for his homework and said, "It's right, it's for you—a very good-looking boy entrusted me to give it to you."

"The other one was given to you by a man who looks like a man or woman."

If it's neither male nor female, it must be Luo Yueyue.

And very nice looking...

It can't be Xin Zhuo.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo, who was studying hard in the cold window of the classroom, sneezed heavily.

At the same time, Cheng Xinglin's cell phone also received a message.

[Professor Cheng really wants to become a fairy with boundless mana, and I don’t even eat food when I study, but in the spirit of helping others, I will contract your breakfast from today .Don't thank me, kneel down. 】

This message was sent to him by Gu Xuefeng.

The story between him and Cheng Xinglin was too tortuous and bizarre, so even if it was caring, it was carried out in a forceful, dragging tone.

Cheng Xinglin simply thanked him.

Then he thanked Luo Yueyue again.

Thanks to these two people, Cheng Xinglin didn't have to go out to eat at noon today.

In the classroom, I ate the pancake fruit first, and left the croissant for today's dinner.

However, before Cheng Xinglin had time to eat the croissant at night, there was a knock on the door of the secret base.

Cheng Xinglin opened the door and saw Hang Yitong jumping out holding an insulated box.

"Brother Lin." When Hang Yitong saw him, tears filled his eyes, "My son, why have you become so thin recently?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin didn't know that Hang Yitong could cultivate courage so magnificently by changing another class.

He dared to call him "my son".

"What did you say?" Cheng Xinglin asked calmly.

"It's nothing, Brother Lin, I was wrong, I'm just trying to hide it." Hang Yitong raised the thermos and stuffed it into Cheng Xinglin's hand, "This thing is an apology for you—from today, I will apologize until June [-]th of the next year Day, can you see it?"

"No." Hang Yitong didn't wait for Cheng Xinglin to say if it was ok, he began to complain about him, "You started to go to self-study, why didn't you tell me, you told me, I can already bring you meals. "

"It's not that easy." Cheng Xinglin said.

There is still a 10-minute walk between the cafeteria and the old school building.

Not at all.

"It's easy, Brother Lin, don't argue, I will take care of all your dinners."

Cheng Xinglin looked down at the insulated box, as if he wanted to say no, but in the end, he just said solemnly: "Okay, let's recognize you as father for now."

Dare not dare to be.

Hang Yitong was about to kneel down to Cheng Xinglin.

Before he knelt down, Cheng Xinglin asked again: "But...why are you all giving me food all of a sudden today? Don't tell me that...the senior asked you?"

That was too embarrassing.

"No!" Hang Yitong said, "Jian Shen just posted a story about your recent self-study in the circle of friends-hey, what us? Can others give you food too?"

Jian Xing did not ask anyone.

There is no need to ask anyone specifically.

For some people, you don't even need to speak up, you just need to expose your recent situation, and they will already start worrying and planning for you.

This kind of "someone" may be called a friend.

Cheng Xinglin went out with the lunch box in his arms, and had a meal with Hang Yitong.

Tonight's time was not used efficiently, but it was still a very enjoyable night.

After this very happy night, Cheng Xinglin ushered in the weekly test on Saturday.

This time, Cheng Xinglin returned to 690 points.

Jiang Lin looked at Cheng Xinglin's result and dismissed it.

Results that fluctuate too much have no reference value, and he will not feel that he has been slapped in the face or something because of this.

But soon, Cheng Xinglin scored 693 points in the third weekly test.

In the third weekly test, Cheng Xinglin scored 695 points.

Then, ushered in the monthly exam of the third month.

The monthly exam results were released at noon, and everyone stopped by to watch them as they passed by for dinner, but Cheng Xinglin dawdled until the end, and only went downstairs to look at the results after everyone had left.

It's a bit like nostalgia.

After all, he failed the exam once, and he was quite afraid that he would fail again this time.

Cheng Xinglin went downstairs after a lot of mental preparation.

However, as soon as he walked down, he saw a person who was hesitating in the front of the total score list.

"Hey." Cheng Xinglin patted that person's shoulder, "What are you doing here?"