Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

When Wen Jing had a dull expression and doubted his life, Fu Xingxian took the exercise book away, checked it page by page, and corrected it with a red pen.

The correct rate of Wen Jing's questions was unexpected——

The empty questions are all related to a few knowledge points. Whether it is basic questions or improvement questions, none of them have been done, and it should be that they have not learned at all.

But if he does it, no matter how difficult the problem is, the idea of ​​​​solving the problem is basically correct, even if he is wrong, it is wrong in the arithmetic.

This person has a good brain, but his mind is not on his studies.

Fu Xingxian registered Wen Jing's weak knowledge points in his notebook, and felt that there was always a crackling noise next to him, so he turned his head to look.

The kid was lying on the table and turning the pen, but he didn't seem to be good at this recreational activity, so he kept picking it up.

He bit his lip, frowned, and the little curly hair on his head seemed not so lively.

Fu Xingxian lowered his head and changed two more practice questions, then asked suddenly: "Do you know why the students' grades in our school are so polarized?"

Wen Jing picked up the pen and was silent for a while: "I don't know, I haven't paid attention to it."

There are quite a few people in the school who are just dawdling, but there are also people like Fu Xingxian who study well.

Who knows what they think.

"Dexin has a high degree of freedom, and the teacher has less control. If you can participate in more social activities and make some achievements in the student union, it will be very helpful for you to apply for prestigious schools in the future."

Wen Jing nodded indiscriminately.

He also entered this school for freedom, although it was a different kind of freedom.However, what Fu Xingxian said had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know what to do with him.

"The recent activities of this study group were initiated by me. If I can make some achievements, I can add a more beautiful resume to my file. If you want to help me, study hard and improve your grades. 600 points, you OK."

Wen Jing: ...Why is the score 50 higher?

Wait, he improved his academic performance to add good-looking experience to the other party's resume? ? ?

The boundary between the two is clearly drawn, but I always feel a little uncomfortable.

Wen Jing put down his pen and propped his head to look at Fu Xingxian.

He sat upright and dressed his school uniform like a seller.

As the saying goes, a serious Alpha is the most handsome, he seems to have a little bit of meaning.

This person didn't rest after class for the past two days. Apart from going to the toilet, he just kept writing and drawing in his notebook.

But does he really have so much to do?Before he said that other people are not in the plan, is it because he belongs to the "tasks that need to be completed for a beautiful resume in the future"?

Fu Xingxian glanced at his watch: "The class is about to start. Listen to the Chinese class yourself. I will explain a few knowledge points to you in the next class break."

"Oh well."

The Chinese teacher is very good at talking, from the poems to the gossip and ups and downs of the poet.It was rare for Wen Jing to listen to the story of a class, and then obediently listened to Fu Xingxian's lectures on topics he would not have done before.

There is a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Fu Xingxian: "Understand everything?"

Wen Ding nodded: "Understood."

Fu Xingxian: "I will give you a new set of questions today, and I will examine the learning effect tonight."

Wen Jing went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he found Fu Xingxian still sitting on his seat, wondering what he was busy with.

He felt that this person might be a robot.

Wen Jing leaned over: "Do you usually play games?"

Fu Xingxian wrote a few more lines, turned to look at him, and continued to work.

"Do not hit."

Wen Jing: "Play basketball?"

Fu Xingxian didn't look up: "I don't play, but I have a fitness plan and will exercise regularly."

Wen Jing: "Then what are your hobbies?"

Fu Xingxian turned a page: "Make a plan, execute the plan, see where there is a problem with the execution, make adjustments, and then make a plan."

Wen Jing: ...

He admired it, really.

He had never seen such a serious person.

Before the class bell rang, Wen Jing felt a little bored, took out his beloved small lunch box from his schoolbag, and threw a cherry into his mouth.

Fu Xingxian stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look over.

Wen Jing spat out the fruit core, and pointed to the neatly placed notebooks beside his desk: "Which one is your plan book? Can you show me?"

no respond.

Wen Jing looked up into Fu Xingxian's eyes: "Huh? No? Forget it."

"Yes." Fu Xingxian pinned the bookmark to the inside of the book, and pushed a brown book over.

The leather loose-leaf book, the cover feels very grainy, and the corners are a little worn. I don't know how long it has been used, and the traces of time can be seen.

Wen Jing flipped through it casually, and saw the densely written monthly calendar, as well as the detailed plan every half hour every day.

Studying, exercising, working in the student union, eating, sleeping... One item is ticked, and there is a summary at the bottom of each page, which says "XX activities are overtime, need to improve efficiency", "Lack of energy, need to strengthen exercise, improve physical fitness" some type of.

Really as he said, plan, execute, improve.

It seems that everything in life is a task and must be done carefully.

Wen Jing is numb.

He casually flipped back a few pages, turned to the page number behind the bookmark, and suddenly saw a familiar name.

"Understanding Wen Jing's learning level, screening assessment questions" was ticked.

"Determine the learning plan with Wen Jing" was followed by a delay, and then ticked in another time period.

"Thank you, I've finished reading." Wen Jing pushed the notebook back, feeling a little strange.

He was actually in someone else's plan.

He stuffed another cherry into his mouth: "I think you are too busy, your spirit is too tense, and you need to relax."

Fu Xingxian didn't raise his head: "No need. I've chatted with you these few days and visited the infirmary several times. I'm already very relaxed."

……

very angry.

You think you are causing trouble to others, but when others say that taking care of you is relaxation, you suddenly feel that you have no weight.

Wen Jing took a deep breath and looked at the small lunch box he was holding.

"The cherries I bought recently are very delicious. Would you like some? Eat and rest?"

The movement of Fu Xingxian's hands suddenly stopped, he squeezed the pen tightly, and looked at him with a sharp gaze.

Wen Jing was unclear, so he grinned and showed his white teeth: "I know I can't get too close to Alpha, isn't this a thank you? Otherwise, I don't know how to help you."

He picked up a bright red cherry and shook it: "It's very sweet. It was delivered yesterday, and it was delivered by air, so it's fresh."

Speaking of this, Wen Jing's mouth unconsciously secreted saliva, and he licked his mouth subconsciously.

Fu Xingxian lowered his eyes, looked at his red lips, and said in a low voice, "Really, is it sweet?"

Wen Jing felt hairy again.

What happened to this man today?

He held up the lunch box containing cherries, covering the lower half of his face: "Eat it?"

Fu Xingxian's eyes darkened, and he said slowly: "You didn't wash your hands after eating."

He took a pack of antiseptic wipes from a drawer, opened the plastic cover, and handed it over.

Wen Jing: "...Thank you."

That's it?

Scared him!

Wen Jing took out a wet towel, wiped his hands up and down under Fu Xingxian's gaze, and looked up to find that he was still looking at him.

"You don't wipe your hands? Don't you eat?" Wen Jing handed over the lunch box.

Fu Xingxian frowned, looking at Cherry with complicated emotions.

Wen Jing: "Are you afraid of sourness, and then you were deceived? This is really sweet, I won't lie to you. I have eaten cherries for many years and have rich experience. The cherries in May are too early, and it is easy to buy sour ones. But now is the right time to…”

The corners of Fu Xingxian's mouth curved slightly into a smile.

Wen Jing didn't feel any strong rejection, picked a big and red cherry from the lunch box, and boldly pointed it at his mouth: "If you don't believe me, try it."

No matter how big the red fruit was, it was still small. His fingers pinching the fruit inevitably touched the other's lips, which felt soft, moist and warm to the touch.

Wen Jing swallowed his saliva.

He remembered that his second gender was, no, he hasn't differentiated yet, and he is still a child, what are he afraid of?

"Now my hands are clean." Wen Jing said with a straight face.

Fu Xingxian finally opened his mouth slightly and rolled the fruit in.

"Thank you." He said in a low voice.

Wen Jing let out a breath, lowered his head, picked another fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, picked out the core deftly with his tongue, and asked inarticulately: "Sweet, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Ah."

Fu Xingxian swallowed the long-lost sweetness, took out a tissue and spit out the core, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Jing eating happily.

It is always the same hand that pinches the fruit.

"Are you still eating?" Wen Jing reluctantly ate a few more, pushed the whole lunch box over, and lay down on the table, "Eat, you're welcome, I'll give you all."

Fu Xingxian hesitated for a moment, took out the wet wipes he had put away, and wiped his hands.

"I never gave my cherries to others before. It's rare that I'm in a good mood today and I want to share it with you, but I have to force it. You're dead." Wen Jing sighed and gave him a thumbs up.

Fu Xingxian asked: "Are you in a good mood today?"

Wen Ding nodded: "It's okay."

It can be regarded as solving a tangled mind.

Fu Xingxian lowered his eyes and stuffed a cherry into his mouth, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he asked: "Do you want to do more questions today? Your foundation is better than I thought, and we can speed up the progress."

Wen Jing: ...

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