I attacked the god of learning

Hang Yitong was almost scared to death when Cheng Xinglin slapped him on the back.

He shrank and subconsciously hugged his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Xinglin, and his movements froze again: "Lin, Brother Lin, why are you here?"

"I should ask you this." Cheng Xinglin said, "Have your grades improved to this level recently?"

Hang Yitong didn't speak, but the puppy stared at Cheng Xinglin pitifully.

Cheng Xinglin looked at his expression, and suddenly realized——Hang Yitong, are you looking for his grades?

Hang Yitong was indeed looking for Cheng Xinglin's results.

He was worried about Cheng Xinglin's grades before the exam started.

I was even more worried for a whole half day today.

There was originally a list, and Hang Yitong wanted to come and see it.

But he was afraid that he would run into Cheng Xinglin when he came to see his grades, so he could only sneak over here while everyone was eating.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Cheng Xinglin.

Cheng Xinglin was silent for a while, and finally he squeezed Hang Yitong's arm - he has been in high school for three years, and he can make such a good friend.

blood value.

"But Brother Lin, why did you come to see it so late? Are you doing a quiz?"

Cheng Xinglin was silent for a moment, then said, "No."

"Ah, that's why..." Hang Yitong came to his senses, and asked cautiously, "I have an unlikely idea, Brother Lin, you won't be... also worried, right?"

"Ah."

that's true.

He was already worried about this, and Cheng Xinglin was a witness, so he would definitely be even more worried.

Hang Yitong immediately asked: "Then let me help you find it?"

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Hang Yitong and shook his head: "I'll find it myself, it's not that fragile."

in fact.

When Cheng Xing was about to finish the exam, he still felt pretty good about himself.

He felt that no matter how wrong he feels about himself, at most it would be the same score as last time.

650...Barely acceptable.

Cheng Xinglin started from the 31,32th place and looked up - of course, he also glanced at the results of 33, [-], [-]...these rankings.

Below 34 is below 640.

If he gets below 640...

Cheng Xinglin forced himself not to think about this possibility, but he couldn't find his name when he looked up.

Suddenly, Hang Yitong beside him gasped and grabbed his arm.

At the same time, Cheng Xinglin's gaze also went upstream.

Ranked 9 with a score of 701.

And this year Tsinghua's score line is - 702 points.

·

... a little fun, but also a little dissatisfied.

But Cheng Xinglin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, and Hang Yitong was so happy.

At noon, he wanted to drag Cheng Xinglin to have a hot pot meal, but Cheng Xinglin refused—after all, the smell of hot pot was too strong, and it would be impolite to smoke his classmates.

In the end, the two of them came to eat a large plate of dry mixed maocai as a substitute for the hot pot.

There is a large plate of spicy dry mixed with Maocai, and the time is only 01:30.

Taking advantage of the dormant time of the whole school, Hang Yitong opened an hourly room to take a nap, while Cheng Xinglin was going to go back to the classroom to make a set of papers.

Cheng Xinglin just returned to the bulletin board where the grades were posted.

I saw a man in black with a black umbrella and a bottle of milk tea checking his grades in front of the bulletin board.

Hearing Cheng Xinglin's footsteps, the man looked back at Cheng Xinglin with a little surprise in his eyes.

Cheng Xinglin was going to leave quietly, but the men saw him, so he could only shout: "Teacher Zhou."

The man's name is Zhou Fang, their physics teacher.

Zhou Fang looked at Cheng Xinglin and nodded, and said, "Score of 701, 93 in physics, very good."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

This seems to be... a compliment?

But don't know how.

Cheng Xinglin read some of the taste of asking questions from this ordinary sentence of praise.

After all, he is a person who does biology homework in physics class.

It is normal for the teacher to have some thoughts if he does not listen to the class but gets good grades in the test.

In fact, Cheng Xinglin might not have thought about this at all.

He was also forced to be sensitive after passing through his former English teacher.

Perhaps, every teacher has the pride of every teacher, and they can achieve success, but indirectly deny their value...

"Are you still not satisfied with this result?" After waiting for a long time for Cheng Xinglin to say nothing, Zhou interviewed him.

"……what?"

"If it's not that you're dissatisfied with your grades, why do you still look sad when I praise you?" Zhou Fang explained to him lightly.

"No... I'm just..." Cheng Xinglin just spoke for a long time, and didn't know how to express it.

So it's still Zhou Fang talking——

"In short, I am satisfied. You are a self-taught student. I agree with you if you want to do other homework in class in the future. Don't punish yourself by standing behind."

After Zhou Fang finished speaking, he said quickly and softly——"Actually, I didn't need it."

This sentence was said quickly, but Cheng Xinglin heard it.

He was thinking—so, Zhou Wen didn't have that meaning in the first place.

It's just that he himself is too sensitive.

"Of course, if you have any confusion about physical improvement in the self-study plan, please feel free to talk to me." Zhou Fang added.

"Okay." Cheng Xinglin said sincerely, "Then thank you teacher first."

"Thank you." Zhou Fang still looked a little indifferent. He glanced at the rain outside, and put a bottle of Yuanqi Forest Milk Tea into Cheng Xinglin's hand, "It's cold outside, hurry back, this is for you to drink."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xinglin was not allowed to refuse.

Zhou Fang walked away straight - Cheng Xinglin saw a small fist protruding from the cuff button of his windbreaker, which was obviously frozen, and he used this way to keep out the cold.

It's just cute.

Cheng Xinglin hugged the warm milk tea and looked at the physics teacher's back, not feeling cold at all.

original.

The people you meet at each stage are different.

Good thing though.

The people he met at this stage were actually quite warm and good people.

·

Cheng Xinglin returned to the classroom, put the milk tea in the corner, and drank a few sips from time to time, until the classroom came one after another, he didn't finish it.

As soon as Jiang Lin came in, he saw Cheng Xinglin's milk tea, and said to him with a smile, "Wow, Xinglin, you drink this too."

Cheng Xinglin silently raised his eyelids, and a "?" was written inside his eyes

Clear meaning - "Are you okay?"

What stuff is "star-like" as soon as it comes up, isn't it the last time I was unworthy of the list?

Jiang Lin looked at Cheng Xinglin's eyes that looked like white eyes, and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He looked at the math paper that Cheng Xinglin was doing, and said, "Wow, you are also doing this set of test papers. I just got stuck in the finale. Do you want to do it?" Let's discuss it."

It turns out that this is what it means to be as thick-skinned as a city wall.

Cheng Xinglin has learned a lot today.

"You're stuck." Cheng Xinglin asked gently.

Jiang Lin: "Yeah."

Cheng Xinglin said slowly, "But you're stuck, I'm not stuck."

Jiang Lin: "...What do you mean?"

Cheng Xinglin: "It means that such a simple finale still needs to be discussed?"

·

No, no, no.

Cheng Xinglin was shocked when he saw Jiang Lin's blushing face quickly.

It turned out that Jiang Lin really thought that he would not hate him?

Jiang Lin was stabbed by Cheng Xinglin, and couldn't hold back his face for a long time before asking: "You did well in the exam, are you...remarkable?"

"That's really amazing." It was a girl who replied to Jiang Lin.

The girl on Cheng Xinglin's left side - Lu Xiaoyue leaned over her head and made a face for Jiang Lin: "With a high score in hand, laugh at the mad dog."

"you--"

Jiang Lin wanted to say something else, but Lu Xiaoyue had already pulled Cheng Xinglin over, and said with a smile, "Brother Lin, leave him alone, the squad leader has already applied to Mr. Song for a seat transfer, and I won't be at the same table with him later."

"This kind of person." Lu Xiaoyue said, "I can't understand him for a long time."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Lu Xiaoyue, and after a while, he asked, "Before... I seem to have rejected your lecture twice."

Why did Lu Xiaoyue help him without any grievances, as if she had never rejected her?

And the monitor...

"Then you told me the question ten times." Lu Xiaoyue puffed up her cheeks, "Of course I made up the ten times, anyway, it is greater than or equal to five times."

"And—even if you haven't told me once, isn't it normal? We all have our own things to be busy with, so just do our own things."

"The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, but villainous people are always close." Lu Xiaoyue concluded at the end.

It turned out to be the case.

Cheng Xinglin let out a breath slowly.

He went about his own affairs, thinking that everyone would blame him, but in fact, everyone understood him very well.

While talking, the squad leader dragged Song Zaihua back.

In the afternoon, I changed seats, and Cheng Xinglin became the same table with another student who didn't talk much.

Grades, relationships, teachers.

The three heavy stones that were pressing on Cheng Xinglin's heart disappeared today.

Cheng Xinglin studied for a whole day without distraction, and he had never felt this kind of efficiency before. Before going out for self-study, he took a look at the cold wind outside - he felt that, with his mood today, he was not afraid of the cold wind at all.

then.

Cheng Xinglin was almost blown into the teaching building by the strong wind outside.

This.

and also.

Is it too cold? ? ?

The temperature difference between noon and afternoon is at least five degrees.

Cheng Xinglin shrugged his shoulders and was about to go outside.

A warm coat descended on his shoulders.

Wrap him warmly.

Cheng Xinglin raised his head, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Jian Xing appeared in the teaching building wearing a school uniform with two books in his arms, as if he had never left.

Jian Xing smiled and said to him - "Long time no see."

·

There was a change in the course plan, and Jian Xing came back early.

Instead of accompanying Cheng Xinglin to self-study, he accompanied him home to pick up his clothes.

There is no school time, and the streets outside are unbelievably clean.

Cheng Xinglin walked beside Jian Xing, the fresh smell of Jian Xing's clothes on his shoulders kept getting into his nose along with the wind, inducing his heart to keep speeding up.

I'm so happy.

It's like taking the 701 test, being stuffed with milk tea by the physics teacher, and reconciling with classmates.

I have never been so happy to be side by side with Jian Xing.

Two people stepped on the yellow sycamore leaves, crunching as they crushed the leaves.

Pieces of fragments lay behind him, as if a golden road had been conjured out of thin air.

On the way home, Cheng Xinglin's cell phone rang suddenly.

Cheng Xinglin took it out and instinctively wanted to cut it off, but the moment he saw the caller ID.

Cheng Xinglin's footsteps stopped.

It stopped in front of a sycamore leaf.

How could it be him?