I attacked the god of learning

The moment before the call was made, Cheng Xinglin wanted Jian Xing to hug him.

But when I heard the usual cold and smiling "Hello" on the phone.

Those who rushed out hoped that Jian Xing would hug him.

But instantly restrained.

Jian Xing is not going out to play, he is studying.

Locked in a closed training camp, there are a lot of homework every day, and he needs to solve the test questions.

The road to the IMO gold medal is bound to be full of thorns.

He shouldn't be one of them.

"Hmm..." Cheng Xinglin sorted out his emotions and laughed, "Senior, good afternoon."

"What's wrong?" Jian Xing keenly sensed something was wrong, "How was your meeting with your father?"

Cheng Xinglin usually is Jian Xing, if he doesn't look for him, he won't look for Jian Xing.

It is too suspicious to call today and deliberately say good afternoon.

Hearing Jian Xing's question, Cheng Xinglin knew that he couldn't hide it, so he hesitated for a while, and said, "It's not going well..."

"He said he wanted to see me, but he said he was too busy with work and left in 2 minutes. I guess I didn't see my clothes clearly."

Cheng Xinglin didn't even know that he could lie so smoothly.

But at that moment, he learned the most advanced way of lying in the world without a teacher: "Tell a little truth, and everything else is a lie."

Sure enough, Jian Xingxin said: "At least he didn't break the appointment."

Cheng Xinglin: "That's right."

"See you after that?"

"..."

Cheng Xinglin sighed secretly: "You can't tell, just look at him."

Jian Xing's words were unintentional, but Cheng Xinglin couldn't hold back after hearing them.

He squeezed his palms to suppress the surging grievances, and just said: "Ah senior, school is here, and I'm going in for self-study. You are also busy first, and I will call at night."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xinglin hurriedly bid farewell and hung up the phone.

Entering the campus, Cheng Xinglin first went to the vending machine to buy a bottle of iced Coke.

Cheng Xinglin went to the secret base very logically after buying the Coke.

But halfway through, he suddenly turned in one direction and walked towards where their classroom was.

——When he arrived at the secret base, the camera that accompanied each other would start immediately.

He doesn't have such good acting skills, he can pretend nothing happened in front of Jian Xing.

In the cold rain of October.

He returned to the classroom drinking ice-cola, his fingertips were red from the cold.

Cheng Xinglin rubbed his hands, put the ice coke on the table, took a pen and sat down.

He just sat down.

The new deskmate—that is, the monitor of their class turned to him, pushed up his glasses, and showed a suspicious look.

"Why?" Cheng Xinglin didn't even look at him.

"you are weird!"

"……are you crazy?"

"Don't you usually go to the sweet little home of you and Jane God for self-study on weekends? Why did you condescend to come to the classroom today?"

"...Sweet what?" Cheng Xinglin turned to the monitor in shock.

At this moment, the squad leader saw Cheng Xinglin's eyes clearly—the eyes were red, and the distance between the eyes became smaller because of the frowning of the eyebrows, as if he was enduring something.

The squad leader was taken aback by the color of his eyes and asked, "Why are your eyes so red?"

"..." Cheng Xinglin immediately turned his head back.

The squad leader pressed his shoulder: "Could it be—"

"no!"

"—conjunctivitis!"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Being able to come to this conclusion is worthy of being the squad leader whose sense of justice in their class is comparable to that of Tiga.

Cheng Xinglin simply didn't know how to face this conclusion.

The squad leader is quite natural.

He patted Cheng Xinglin on the shoulder and handed over a paper: "It must be conjunctivitis, it's okay, just do some physics problems."

Cheng Xinglin: "...Why do some physics problems?"

"Because of indecision, quantum mechanics." The monitor said seriously, "Get the test paper, let's do it, classmate."

After finishing speaking, the monitor also turned his head to do his own physics paper.

Cheng Xinglin understood a little bit.

In fact, the squad leader may not have noticed anything.

He just...

Respect your right not to speak.

Cheng Xinglin breathed a sigh of relief, took the physics paper, and started to treat his conjunctivitis according to the monitor's wishes.

but……

The efficiency in the afternoon is really not high.

When doing physics, I can still enter the flow.

When doing Chinese, Cheng Xinglin kept repeating the scene of breaking up with Cheng Chi in front of his eyes.

After a cycle of one afternoon, Cheng Xinglin had a severe headache, and finally decided to go back to the secret base to sleep for a while.

Cheng Xinglin bid farewell to the squad leader and walked to the secret base.

As soon as he walked to the second floor, he entered the corridor and saw the lights of his secret base were on.

In the unlit corridor, the light is full of warmth.

As if waiting for someone.

Cheng Xinglin's first thought was this, but his second thought was - why did the lights turn on when no one was around?Is the smart system broken?

He can't fix this...

Cheng Xinglin walked into the secret base with heavy steps. As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of a hot water kettle churning.

Standing in front of the kettle, Jian Xing was wearing a shirt with contrasting colors of off-white and vertical stripes, with the cuffs pushed up to his wrists, and was putting tea into two cups.

The door rang, and Jian Xing turned around.

"...Senior?" Cheng Xinglin looked at the person in front of him in shock, "Why do you..."

"Thank you for the invitation." Jian Xing smiled, "I heard that you are wrong, so I will go back to Chongqing and have a look. Do you want black tea or white tea?"

Bubbles rise to the surface and burst with a snap,

Cheng Xinglin finally understood the warmth of the lights, and felt his whole body warm up.

·

In the end, Jian Xing made two cups of black tea, one for each person.

Cheng Xinglin took a sip of tea, looked at Jian Xing: "Just, no arrangements for this weekend?"

"There was an arrangement." Jian Xing said, "Your voice is sad, so there is no arrangement."

Jian Xing actually has two exams this weekend.

Their training camp has big and small tests every day, each test points, and the top ten points at the end can enter the training camp of the next small class.

If you miss these two exams, you will actually lose a lot of points.

However, Jian Xing was originally ranked first, and even if the points dropped, he would not be able to fall out of the top ten.

Of course, even if he falls out of the top [-], he might come back.

This is all for later.

"Okay, let's not talk about me, why are your eyes so red?" Jian Xing asked directly.

"..." Conjunctivitis?The monitor's words in the afternoon gave Cheng Xinglin some ideas, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Jian Xing say again: "Don't use conjunctivitis to perfuse me."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Jian Xing smiled again: "The reason why I was sad after seeing my father for 2 minutes is also perfunctory in my opinion-after all, that is not the truth at all."

"Speak." Jian Xing focused his eyes on Cheng Xinglin, "What's going on?"

If this stare was only a threat, Cheng Xinglin would not say anything.

But Cheng Xinglin saw fatigue, worry, and seriousness in Jian Xing's slightly dark eyes.

Therefore, Cheng Xinglin was defeated.

"No." Cheng Xinglin said, "It's just an old man. I haven't seen him for so long. I thought he really missed me, but he just wanted to continue to arrange my life."

"When he saw me, he didn't miss me, but because he saw that I was still valuable and might become a part of his life history that he could brag about, so he didn't ask me if I liked it or not, and he couldn't help but let me Go study abroad."

Cheng Xinglin bypassed the part related to Jian Xing, and only wanted to talk about Cheng Chi's arrangement of his life.

He originally thought that he would narrate calmly, but in fact.

The fact that Cheng Chi regarded him as a commodity that could be eliminated at the end actually made him.

Very very sad.

So, just after the beginning, Cheng Xinglin couldn't hold back his emotions.

"You know. In the third year of junior high school, because he cheated, I deliberately failed the exam and went to confront him. Facing a 'degenerate' son, he told me—he didn't want me anymore."

"Just because I wasn't good enough, he didn't want me. And then, my mother didn't want me either."

A trace of confusion flashed in Cheng Xinglin's eyes, and he said, "They don't seem to want me. But if they didn't want me..."

Cheng Xinglin raised his eyes in pain, glanced at Jian Xing, and asked in a low voice: "Then why did you give birth to me?"

The following inquiries were as light as mosquitoes.

Feeling ashamed and embarrassed is one thing.

Cheng Xinglin had to use his greatest strength to control himself, so as not to let the deep, monstrous pain in his body overwhelm him.

Cheng Xinglin kept looking at Jian Xing.

This person is the one he likes, the one who pulls him out of his dark life.

So just look at it like this.

It seems to be able to gain strength.

Because he is Jian Xing, he is called the god of learning.

Also his god...

The light from the warm-colored energy-saving lamps is above Jian Xing's head.

In the soft light, Jian Xing stretched out his hand, hugged Cheng Xinglin's entire back shoulder, and pressed his head on his shoulder.

Jian Xing's chest vibrated, and the sound came from the top of his head.

"I want you."

Jian Xing closed his eyes, patted Cheng Xinglin on the back: "I want you."

·

This hug was so shocking that it seemed to be able to shield all pain.

Cheng Xinglin opened his eyes wide and was shackled in Jian Xing's arms. After a long time, he got up in a hurry.

"Senior, do we count as—"

"It doesn't count." Jian Xing said.

"……Oh."

"I will definitely win the IMO championship and confess my love to you on the world stage." Jian Xing touched Cheng Xing's face, "That's when it will be counted."

Why--

People don't have to be so mechanical.

But this person is his god, and whatever the god says, that's what it is.

So Cheng Xinglin didn't refute.

Seeing that he was getting better, Jian Xing took him out to a nearby bookstore and bought a volume - a world map.

Back at the secret base, Jian Xing hung the map on the wall of their secret base.

Face this sudden ornament.

Cheng Xinglin tried his best to think about the cause and effect, but he didn't understand at all—what do you mean?He is sad, what is the relationship with hanging the world map?

"Senior, this is...?"

Jian Xing didn't answer his question.

He just took off the tie on his own shirt, made a gesture, and circled Xinglin's entire head, covering his eyes.

Cheng Xinglin: "????"

What is this for? ? ?