I attacked the god of learning

Maybe when the pressure of study is high, people will become strange.

Recently, Jian Xing said these words really open his mouth.

Cheng Xinglin's mind buzzed, and he sat in front of the candlelight and looked at Jian Xing, at a loss.

Jian Xing no longer continued his speech, looked at the candlelight, and suggested, "Why don't I give you my wish."

"I promise..." Cheng Xinglin felt a little confused when he was said so coldly, "I don't have a wish either. Didn't I make a wish with the God of Hot Pot?"

"Then I'll blow out the candles and cut the cake?"

With that said, Jian Xing blew out the candle Cheng Xinglin lit for him.

Then with his own hands he took down the burnt candle.

Cheng Xinglin took the cutter and went over to study how to cut the cake.

Jian Xing was holding two candles in his hands, and after they had cooled for a while, he took out the small box that contained the candles just now.

Putting "Eighteen" into the box, Jian Xing solemnly put the box into the bookend on his desk.

It means preparing to treasure.

He doesn't care if the birthday cake is lit with candles and whether he can make a wish.

But this candle someone lit for him, he was very concerned about.

Cheng Xinglin didn't see this, he was cutting the cake carefully.

As a pure novice in cakes, his cake decorations are not very good-looking, but there are also two pieces that hit the big luck and are particularly beautiful.

Cheng Xinglin was cutting those two pieces - the first piece was cut and ruined, it was crooked, and its appearance was completely destroyed.

Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to cut the second piece directly, and practiced his hands before cutting it.

This one is perfect.

When Cheng Xinglin moved the cake onto the small plate, it rubbed a little on the plate.

He stretched out his index finger to scrape off the cream on the plate, and then handed the plate to Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing earnestly: "Senior, can you taste it?"

Jian Xing looked down at the plate of cakes, and then put his head directly over it.

Cheng Xinglin thought that he was going to eat it directly, so he passed the cake forward.

However, Jian Xing's lips brushed against the cake, moved to the side, and licked Cheng Xinglin's fingertips.

The creamy aroma of black tea flavor licks into the mouth.

"En." Jian Xing nodded, "It's delicious."

·

Cheng Xinglin almost dropped the plate.

Fortunately, Jian Xing didn't go too far, his next step was to take the plate, take a spoonful, and bring it to Cheng Xinglin's mouth.

This set of punches made Cheng Xinglin dizzy. He looked at the cake and realized it before he was about to eat it.

"You take the first bite..."

"I took the first bite."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

All right, all right.

Cheng Xinglin opened his mouth and took the first bite—it was really delicious, the cake was soft, the cream was soft, with a faint tea fragrance, not greasy at all.

After Jian Xing finished feeding him, he took the first bite seriously.

But it was just a small bite, and it was only half a piece, so Jian Xing didn't continue to eat.

After all, due to the special competition system of IMO, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be two days of four and a half hours of math tests.

The body does not allow any mistakes.

After hearing Jian Xing's words, Cheng Xinglin realized why he didn't have dinner with him outside today.

Recently, Jian Xing came back to cook and eat by himself. The rice cooker cooked a pot of porridge, served with chopped fresh side dishes, and added some meat.

It's hard to get full.

But at least the freshness of the food can be guaranteed without any problems.

And hunger can keep Jian Xing more clear-headed, so he is also willing to eat.

Cheng Xinglin felt distressed after hearing Jian Xing introduce him to the recent meals, but he couldn't say anything against it.

Then he got up silently and went to cook for Jian Xing.

After dinner, it was almost time for Cheng Xinglin to leave.

"Have you decided where to stay for the night?" Jian Xing asked Cheng Xinglin.

"It's settled." Cheng Xing said without changing his face.

"Oh." Jian Xingxin, he nodded kindly, and stretched out his hand, "Then show me your schoolbag."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

In his schoolbag, there is nothing but a few homework.

When I came here, I only had time to celebrate Jian Xing's birthday in my mind, and I didn't have time to pack any clothes.

In fact, the accommodation for tonight has not been decided yet, it is because he is afraid of causing trouble to Jian Xing if he stays.

If this is discovered...

Cheng Xinglin's scalp was numb, but Jian Xing looked at him seriously, and he had to hand over the schoolbag to Jian Xing.

Jian Xing took the process Xinglin schoolbag.

Cheng Xinglin lowered his head, heard the sound of the zipper being cut, and silently gritted his teeth - it's over, Jian Xing is about to get angry.

Jian Xing opened Cheng Xinglin's schoolbag, checked it, and smiled after a while.

"Great." Jian Xing said.

"..." You see, she was so angry that she was talking nonsense.

"There is almost no reason to ask you to stay with me." Jian Xing said, and returned the schoolbag to Cheng Xinglin.

Then, Jian Xing said seriously: "Student Cheng Xinglin."

"……Eh?"

"I can lend you clothes, but in order to prevent you from fleeing at night, you have to mortgage yourself here tonight. Can you?"

·

that……

That's great.

Two hours later, Jian Xing found Cheng Xinglin who was wearing his pajamas and had the same scent of shampoo and body wash as him, sitting opposite his bed.

It wasn't that Jian Xing was a piece of wood, and he didn't want Cheng Xinglin to sleep with him.

Arrange the empty bed opposite, and let Cheng Xinglin sleep separately from him.

It is really……

Jian Xing could not overestimate his self-control ability.

After all, the selection exam is going to be tomorrow, and I will be sleeping with Cheng Xinglin tonight, so I have to put a question mark on when I can fall asleep tonight.

After all, this is an exam that he has worked hard for a long time, and he can't neglect it.

however.

Jian Xing also underestimated Cheng Xinglin's influence on him.

Turn off the lights at ten o'clock and go to bed, and the lights from the university outside the house penetrate into the house.

Without turning around, he could see Cheng Xinglin's arched figure from the corner of his eye.

Jian Xing turned over a little annoyed - he couldn't sleep at all.

Afraid of affecting Cheng Xinglin's sleep, he tossed and turned very carefully.

But not long after, he heard a rustling sound.

Jian Xing turned his head, just in time to see Cheng Xinglin dragging the mat and laying it beside his bed.

"What are you doing?" Jian Xing sat up.

Cheng Xinglin had already thrown the pillow and quilt on the mat, and sat on the simple bed

"Senior." In the dark night, Cheng Xinglin stretched out a hand and touched Jian Xing's bed.

Touch his hand, and hold his hand together.

Holding Jian Xing's hand, Cheng Xinglin lay down.

He put his hands high on Jian Xing's bed, and held them tightly, as if he wanted to convey some warmth and reassurance.

"Sleep well." Cheng Xinglin said, "I'll wake you up tomorrow, don't worry."

·

Is this being comforted by... a child?

Jian Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was true - the moment Cheng Xinglin held his hand, the impatience in his heart disappeared.

Jian Xing lay down with peace of mind, wanting to hang down his hand and hold it with Cheng Xinglin.

But just as he moved his hand out, Cheng Xinglin pushed him back.

"This is the hand of the IMO champion!!" Cheng Xinglin said, "Protect it well, what should you do if you hang it down and catch a cold?"

"I'm not left-handed." Jian Xing laughed dumbly.

Cheng Xinglin: "It can't be done anyway, go to sleep, senior."

Ok.

Jian Xing didn't argue with him, she just planned to put his hand down after he fell asleep later.

After all, he usually falls asleep later than Cheng Xinglin.

However, this night was completely beyond Jian Xing's expectations - he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up, Cheng Xinglin started to make him breakfast.

Because there was a competition this morning, Cheng Xinglin didn't cook too thin porridge.

When it was served to Jian Xing, besides a bowl of porridge, there was a plate of birthday cake beside it, with a line of numbers written on the thick porridge.

"42."

42 is the full score of the IMO test questions.

The IMO test paper has a total of six questions, each with seven points, and the full score is 42 points.

Jian Xing looked at the expected number, scraped it off with a spoon and ate it.

Then I went out to take the exam.

After taking the exam, Cheng Xinglin found a lecture theater next to him to sit and do his math homework.

Two days almost passed by in a flash. It was Friday when Cheng Xing arrived, and it was already Sunday afternoon after the exam.

He was supposed to take the train back tonight, but after Jian Xing finished the exam, he said, "Can you stay with me to wait for the results."

Let Cheng Xinglin take another day off.

Jian Xing finally relaxed after the exam, and went back to eat the cake that Cheng Xinglin made for him before.

It can be regarded as living up to this gift.

After eating this cake, Jian Xing couldn't eat anything else until the results came out.

When listening to the grades in the past, his whole body smelled like black tea.

The results were announced in a small classroom. After Jane walked in, Cheng Xinglin huddled at the door of the classroom to listen.

In the classroom, the teacher announcing the results has already stood on the podium.

Cheng Xinglin stood on tiptoe to look at the teacher, and said to himself——Jian Xing should...

is that OK.

The teacher did not immediately announce the grades.

He patted the podium, cleared his throat and said, "Everyone is the elite among the elites, so they must be mentally prepared for the results of this exam."

"However, I'd better do some psychological construction for everyone."

After the teacher said this sentence, the students still smiled to save face.

Just a very forced laugh.

"It's already reached this level. If you don't enter the national team, you won't get in. Anyway, Tsinghua University and Peking University are up to you. You have taken various mathematics exams in college. There is really no need to come back for another year to enter the national team. The price is not high. Understand me Meaning."

That still can't understand.

Everyone looked at Jian Xing with joking eyes.

Jian Xing was spinning his pen and also smiled.

Outside, Cheng Xinglin became even more nervous when he heard it - he could analyze this sentence into a hundred meanings, but he didn't feel that it meant anything.

It was obviously a sweltering corridor at the end of March, but when he stood on the corridor, he felt chills all over his body.

The whole person couldn't help trembling.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that Cheng Xinglin would catch a cold from standing outside for too long.

The teacher stopped going around in circles and said, "Then I will directly announce those who will stay, and everyone has no objections."

It is not a day or two since the Darwinism of survival of the fittest is practiced here.

Everyone said yes.

"No. 6, Landao No. 35 Middle School, Guo Yuyu, [-] points, congratulations." The teacher's tone didn't fluctuate.

But the girl whose name was being called cried out on the table with a wow.

Next to her was her best friend, who patted her on the back with a complex expression - he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

The teacher glanced at them, and continued to read, followed by four people with 35 points, 36 points, 37 points and 38 points.

Neither is simple.

It's not the girl who photographed Guo Yuyu just now.

The next only place, Jian Xing and that girl, will always be eliminated.

The scene was really tragic.

Look at the teacher.

Cheng Xinglin's heart beat so fast that it rolled to the ground.

"There is no suspense." The teacher threw the score sheet and spread his hands, "No.1 in our examination room, the only one with a perfect score. Jian Xing from Chongqing Yucheng High School."

"Students, look, sometimes, it's meaningful for people to be obsessed with it, isn't it, Jian Xing?"

Feelings made fun of him just now because he took the first place.

The tension in Jian Xing's eyes slowly settled, he smiled calmly and nodded.

He was calm, but Cheng Xinglin was not so calm.

That night, Cheng Xinglin studied Jianxing's full-score test paper all night-he recently taught himself advanced mathematics, and he could understand a little bit, but not completely.

But it doesn't matter if you understand it or not! ! !

Full marks! !

The important thing is full marks! ! !

Cheng Xinglin was in ecstasy for a day.

It didn't feel like Jian Xing got full marks in the exam, it was because he suddenly became Fan Jin through Chinese documents, and then won the exam.

The ecstasy like Fan Jinzhongju ended abruptly when Jian Xing sent him to Hankou Railway Station.

In contrast, Cheng Xinglin rushed to catch up with the ticket inspection, and the return journey seemed very calm.

The two arrived at the train station half an hour ahead of the check-in time, and stood at the gate of the train station for a while.

"We're going to Beijing tomorrow, aren't we?" Cheng Xinglin confirmed for the last time.

"Correct."

"Then when we meet again next time, we should bring good news, right?"

Jian Xing's trip to Beijing is a closed training.

So the next time we meet again, it should be after winning the IMO championship.

At that time, he was already.

You should have already received Jian Xing's confession, hold hands with him, and enjoy the last summer of high school.

Although it may not be possible to celebrate with Jian Xing at the first time, it is a pity to be happy together.

However, thinking of the future, Cheng Xinglin was quite excited.

Back in Yugao, Cheng Xinglin concentrated on his studies.

After all, he can't stand side by side with Jian Xing, so he can only hurry up and let the matter of being able to stand side by side in the future come faster, faster.

Cheng Xinglin, who sealed his heart and locked his love, was in a daze when he received a call from Xu Yu.

After a few minutes of strokes, he finally remembered who Xu Yu was.

His immediate boss at Tsinghua University last year.

Senior Xu Yu.

"Senior Xu Yu, I'm sorry, I've been a fool recently."

"It's okay for Cheng Xing to be a junior, I don't dislike it."

"By the way, senior Xu Yu, what are you looking for from me?"

"Cheng Xinglin, you are really stupid." Xu Yu said in a tone of caring for fools, "I mean, now the IMO national team has an expansion project extended to students. Exercise students' management and social skills."

"If you want to come, please submit your transcript and other application materials to me before April 4." Xu Yu said, "After the materials have been reviewed, you can come to Tsinghua University for the final test and interview. Once After passing the assessment, you can go out to compete with Jian Xing."

"Of course." Xu Yu fanned the wind on the other side of the phone, and said cheaply, "If you don't want to go out to compete with Jian Xing."

"Just pretend I didn't say it."