can i borrow your white paint

Another week later, the [-]th middle school started, and the second year of senior high school arrived in a hurry, and Class [-] suddenly became chaotic.

One is because most of the summer homework has not been finished, and they are busy learning from each other; the other is because they have not completely escaped from the comfortable state of the holidays, and they cannot adjust all at once.

Cheng Yi was relatively quick to enter the state.

Because he has nothing to do in August and doesn't need to make up lessons, he is bored with homework and can finish it all soon.

So except for the art class that I have to take one day a week after school starts, other times are still very satisfying.

As for Fang Hengzhi, he has never been in a good state. He dozes off from time to time during class, sleeps openly after class, or harasses Cheng Yi who is studying, which is really annoying.

But occasionally he would be dragged down by Liao Chengfan to play basketball, and that was when Cheng Yi was at his most peaceful.

"Brother Yi," Fang Hengzhi felt disgusted every time he stood in front of him covered in sweat, "You really don't want to go down to play with me?"

Cheng Yi didn't even look at him: "No, I haven't finished the physics paper yet."

Fang Heng tilted his head, puzzled, and said, "Why are you more of a schoolmaster than me?"

Cheng Yi felt it was incredible: "Do you actually think you are a bit like a schoolmaster?"

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

Cheng Yi patted his hand on his desk to signal him to play by himself: "I'm studying at school for a while, don't disturb me."

Fang Hengzhi looked at him for a while, then stood up straight in compromise and withdrew his hand.

Before he was dragged away by Liao Chengfan, Cheng Yi took out a sweat towel from his schoolbag and handed it over: "Wipe your sweat, don't come back and sit next to me smelling of sweat."

He originally wanted to buy the sweat towel for Cheng Moutong, but since two packs were free of postage, he simply bought an extra one.

Anyway, I don't need it, so I simply give it to his dear deskmate, so that I can smell less sweat.

But it is amazing to say that although Fang Hengzhi is sweaty every time he comes back from playing, he rarely has the unpleasant smell of other boys.

Cheng Yi looked curiously at it a few times, and blamed it on the fact that this man changed his clothes every day.

This mallet has to be replaced with a short sleeve every time I play basketball, and it is not the same for seven days a week. It is really a bag.

Looking at the sweat towel, Fang Hengzhi suddenly felt better.

He readily took it, wrapped it around his wrist twice, and tied a knot.

Well, just right.

Cheng Yi raised his head and watched him go out, thinking that he was finally quiet.

But before he was happy, there was another person beside him.

Si Wenqian handed the envelope in his hand to his desk, crossed her hands together, and said nervously: "That...Brother Yi, this is the participation bonus that Principal Feng asked me to give you."

Cheng Yi looked at the envelope and recalled it for two seconds, and finally remembered the form that Fang Hengzhi gave him to fill out.

He finished the drawing early in the morning and handed it in, and almost forgot about the bonus.

He smiled at Si Wenqian: "Thank you."

The envelope was put away by him, but he didn't open it to check it immediately.

But Si Wenqian didn't leave, she just stood there with her head down, looking like there should be something else going on.

Cheng Yi was puzzled, and looked at her with his head raised: "What's wrong?"

Si Wenqian hesitated for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Brother Yi, our school is going to hold a National Day Song Concert soon."

Cheng Yi didn't understand what this had to do with him. He never liked to participate in these things.

But in order not to embarrass the girl, he still asked casually: "Is our class a chorus?"

Si Wenqian nodded quickly: "Yes, yes! So we..."

Cheng Yi didn't like to speak slowly and miss the point, so he simply asked, "Need me to participate?"

If it is a group activity, he is still very gregarious and will choose to participate.

Unexpectedly, Si Wenqian shook her head, touched her cheek in embarrassment, and said softly: "Well... you can say the same. But, it's more than..."

Cheng Yi: "?" What is more than that?

He smelled conspiracy.

Sure enough, Si Wenqian closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, she seemed to muster up her courage: "Brother Yi, we unanimously vote for you to lead the singing!"

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Yi: "???"

Cheng Yi: "Why?!"

Fuck, when will it pass unanimously? !Why doesn't he know? !Why let him lead the singing? !

Si Wenqian hurriedly pressed his shoulder, patted him lightly while explaining: "Don't don't don't don't don't you brother Yi, don't get excited, it's one thing for us to pass the unanimous vote, but another thing for you to agree or not! You Isn't this our No.1 choice, I'll ask first, if you don't agree... then forget it."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her head and said sincerely: "But brother, you should think about it! We have girls leading the singing, and the boys really can't find anyone!"

The ratio of male to female in Class Nine was seriously out of balance. As one of the few male groups, Cheng Yi was very honored to be pushed out.

He frowned, not very willing to take the job.

I don't like to participate in this kind of activities is secondary, mainly because...

Once he takes the lead singing job, he must go to rehearsal frequently, so he has less time to study.

Originally, his current study time is already very tight, and he really can't afford more deletions.

So he regretfully planned to reject Si Wenqian.

As a result, before he could say anything, he felt the shoulder of the little girl supporting him sink, and then a lazy voice came from his side: "What are you talking about?"

As soon as Cheng Yi turned his head, he met Fang Hengzhi's gaze.

This man had already changed into his school uniform, and his body was clean and refreshed, but the sweat towel was still tied on his wrist, which was now placed on his shoulder.

He stretched out his five fingers, directly occupying more than half of his shoulders, making Si Wenqian's hand that was supporting his shoulders a little restless, she paused, and then retracted her hand.

Cheng Yi moved his shoulders and shook his hands: "They called me to join the National Day chorus and be the lead singer."

Fang Hengzhi frowned: "Why did you call me? You sing well?"

"..." Although these words sounded like distrust of him, Cheng Yi still followed his words and explained to Si Wenqian, "I'm sorry, I'm tone deaf, I'm afraid I can't do it well."

Si Wenqian nodded regretfully, expressing her understanding, and then...

He put his hopeful eyes on Fang Hengzhi.

Fang Hengzhi was inexplicably seen: "???"

Si Wenqian smiled shyly: "Shen Fang, you are the second choice."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

Cheng Yi covered half of his face, amused.

But in the end Fang Hengzhi still rejected the little girl.

I also found a very casual excuse that was not very convincing-"it will disturb my study".

Cheng Yi looked at him sitting on the chair without guilt, sighed and said with emotion: "Who else would believe your reason besides them?"

"It should be," Fang Hengzhi said, "Who else would not believe this reason except you."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows and hummed, "That's because I know you too well."

Fang Hengzhi blinked and said with a smile: "Then I don't understand what you should do?"

"It's okay," Cheng Yi patted him on the shoulder, "I didn't expect you to understand me."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

He paused for a while, and seeing that Cheng Yi really didn't intend to give him a chance to understand himself, he leaned forward unwillingly: "Hey, are you really tone deaf?"

"Fake." Cheng Yi pushed his face aside with a blank expression, and then took the paper on his desk politely, "It's not a tone deaf, but it's not good, it's just singing."

Fang Hengzhi nodded, and said, "Actually, I sing pretty well."

Cheng Yi: "...you want to sing to me?"

Fang Heng smiled and said, "Do you want to hear it?"

Cheng Yi refused decisively: "I don't want to."

"It's so ruthless." Fang Hengzhi sighed, "It's really hurtful. As expected, the heartache was given by me, and it was also given by him..."

Cheng Yi was used to him taking a slap from time to time, and he interrupted his webcam with a very neat "slap": "Take out the math notes."

Fang Heng felt the arm that was beaten, and went to read his notes silently: "Oh."

September in the [-]th Middle School is very busy, not only the students are busy, but the teachers are also busy.

The students were busy making up their summer homework, the teacher was busy managing the students, and had to find time to deal with the inspections of the city leaders.

As the face of No. [-] Middle School, Ji Xiangbai's dark circles are almost coming out.

After all, he is his cousin, and apart from Ji Zhi, Cheng Yi also likes him quite a bit, so he took the time to make tremella and lotus seed porridge for Ji Xiangbai, and sent it to Ji Xiangbai during his late-night self-study break.

There was a knock on the office door, and Ji Xiang corrected his homework without raising his head, and replied casually: "Come in."

Cheng Yi opened the door and came in.

Looking at the people coming from the corner of the eye, Ji Xiangbai's upright sitting posture suddenly became a little sluggish, and he smiled at Cheng Yi with a tired face: "Xiao Yi, what do you want me to do?"

"Come take care of Mr. Ji." Cheng Yi put the lunch box on his table, "You haven't had much dinner recently, have you?"

Ji Xiangbai froze when he saw the lunch box, as if he didn't expect him to care about him.

Cheng Yi nodded at his table: "Eat a little, or your stomach will break down easily."

"Ah..." Ji Xiangbai responded, and suddenly smiled, "Xiao Yi, the girl who will marry you in the future must be very happy."

The lunch box was opened, and the aroma of lotus seed porridge came over his face. He tasted it and praised, "Your craftsmanship is still as good as ever."

Cheng Yi casually said "um", and seeing that Ji Xiangbai was enjoying his meal, he planned to leave: "I'm going back."

He didn't go to late-night self-study, because he had to take care of Cheng Moutong, and because there was a charge for late-night self-study.

It is still possible to save a little bit now, after all, there are really not many places to spend money in the future.

Ji Xiangbai watched him walk to the door, and suddenly stopped him: "National Day chorus, will you join?"

Cheng Yi turned his head slightly and asked, "Can I not participate?"

Ji Xiangbai smiled: "It's better to participate, just as a formality. But you don't need to rehearse, after all, you can sing "My Motherland and Me", you should be able to."

Cheng Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've been in No. [-] Middle School for so many years, and this song is played every year, why can't I change it?"

"National Day Song Party, what else do you want to sing?" Ji Xiangbai was also helpless, "You can wait until the New Year's Day party to show off."

Cheng Yi waved his hand: "Not very interested."

Ji Xiangbai said "tsk": "Then your voice is not wasted? You sing very well when you were young. It's a pity to hide it. At least our class will have a show at the New Year's Day party."

"I don't have time." Cheng Yi touched his chin, and suddenly thought of something, "But I know someone, you can let him go."

Ji Xiangbai suddenly became interested: "Who?"

When Cheng Yi walked back, he was in a very good mood.

Very good, Fang Heng knows that he will be busy soon, and no one will bother him anymore.

However, this "wonderful" kind is also mixed with a little expectation for the New Year's Day party.

Of course, just a little bit.He thought, definitely not mixed with subjective factors towards someone.

It was still early before the New Year's Eve party, and Ji Xiangbai went to find Fang Hengzhi the next day, so someone who knew nothing and was kept in the dark still had a heartless and happy day.

It's just that the mid-term exam is approaching, and the frequency of this heartless someone's sleep in class has been slightly restrained.

"Everyone turn the book to page 34." The political teacher is a female teacher, about 40 or [-] years old, with a gentle temper and never loses temper.

Her hair is usually tightly coiled behind her head, and she wears thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Coupled with her amiable voice, she looks very political.

Also very hypnotic.

"Draw the passage in the blue box at the bottom with a red pen, and then read it..."

Fang Hengzhi rubbed his face, trying to pull himself together to read the textbook, but his head was still shaking, as if he was about to fall down in a second.

Cheng Yi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stand his sleepy look anymore, so he peeled off a cherry blossom-flavored mint candy and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Fang Hengzhi was taken aback, the cool feeling hit his brain along his taste buds, and he woke up instantly.

Cheng Yiqu tapped his book with his index finger and pointed him to the part that needed to be read aloud.

Fang Hengzhi nodded, bent his eyes, and put his hands together to give him a heartfelt gesture.

Cheng Yi smiled, grabbed hold of Kong Kong, then clenched his fists tightly, crushing his heart mercilessly.

The reading aloud in the classroom gradually sounded, uniform, but all of them dragged out the tone in unison, appearing listless.

There is more than one person in this classroom who is sleepy, and there are only a small number of people who are not sleepy.

As one of the rare people who is not sleepy at all, Cheng Yi is very serious about reading philosophy that he can't understand at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of his deskmate.

At this glance, he was stunned.

When everyone was looking down at the textbook, his tablemate's behavior of staring at the blackboard lazily stood out.

It's fine if he's in a daze, but the key is that this person is still muttering something, and when he listens closely, he knows that it's what they are all reading aloud.

This guy is reciting.

If it is placed in politics class tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, this behavior is certainly not surprising.

but……

This content is fucking just learned!

And this guy was still sleeping just now! !

Cheng Yi was shocked. While everyone was reading aloud, he asked in a low voice, "You fucking study behind my back?"

To be honest, he always thought that Fang Hengzhi was the kind who fell asleep in class and played around after class, but could still get the first place in the grade with his brain.

But now I found out that this person is actually a sneaky learning dog before sleeping in class. Other students have just learned it, and he already knows how to recite it!

He felt cheated!

Fortunately, he was kind enough to wake up this person and let him study hard...

Heh, old dog, it was a wrong payment after all.

Fang Hengzhi lowered his eyes, as if he could see what he was thinking, couldn't help laughing and said: "How could it be possible to recite it, I just learned it."

Cheng Yi didn't believe it: "But you weren't reading just now."

Fang Hengzhi nodded, hesitated and thought about his words: "It's just that I didn't read the book completely."

It means "I didn't watch it, but I didn't watch it at all"?

Cheng Yi felt that his understanding of these words was limited by his language proficiency: "...speak in human language."

Fang Hengzhi lowered his voice and explained to him in a low voice: "Let me think about how to tell you... um... In fact, I usually memorize in class."

"For example, you are all reading new content now, but I don't read it. I will quickly read it before you read it, and then try to recall it with the memory of the first sight. You read it, and I will recite it with you."

"If you can't remember it, just glance at it again, and then memorize it, so that after you have finished reading, I can almost remember the general idea."

Cheng Yi opened his mouth slightly, and murmured, "Can you memorize it at the first quick glance?"

Fang Hengzhi shook his head: "It's not what you understand. The first time I read a book, I didn't remember the words."

"I always stare at the piece that needs to be read, and then remember that piece of book in my mind like a photo. When I recite it, it's like flipping through a photo, and memorize this page in my mind."

"Then I followed you to memorize it again and again, and filled in some ambiguous places, and then memorized it."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He didn't quite understand, but he was shocked.

He asked, "Then why are you not doing well in politics than in other subjects?"

Fang Hengzhi looked at him with the eyes of "what idiotic question are you asking?": "Because I always sleep in class."

Cheng Yi: "..." You are quite confident.

He took a deep breath, turned his head stiffly and continued to read.

At this moment, for the first time, he felt the fact that Fang Hengzhi was a top student.

Very good, the age number one at the same table was not bought or cheated, it was really obtained by the test of strength.

Unlike other ordinary academic masters, he is at the same table as a different kind of academic master.

A learning method tells others that someone with a good brain that others can't learn is another kind of master.

Hold.He thought in a trance, the god of learning is actually by my side...

The reading aloud in the classroom stopped abruptly, Mr. Lei suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom and knocked on the door frame.

Everyone looked up.

Mr. Lei nodded to the political teacher, and then shouted: "Fang Hengzhi, come out."

Fang Heng knew that he was going to recite politics again at this moment, he sighed, got up and walked out.

Lu Chengyi even pinched his waist very ungratefully.

Cheng Yi graciously ignored him.

You are a god of learning, you are awesome.

Fang Hengzhi left, but the politics class was still going on.

It's just that because the new lesson is over, the remaining 10 minutes are less than for them to endorse.

Cheng Yi tried Fang Hengzhi's memorization method, and found that it was really useful, but it took a lot of brainpower, and he couldn't do it as fast as Fang Hengzhi's memorization method.

Just like Fang Hengzhi could recite [-]% to [-]% the first time, but he could only recite [-]% to [-]%.

This gap is really not a star and a half.

He sighed, turned his head and saw that Fang Hengzhi had entered the room and returned.

"What did Mr. Lei tell you?" He asked curiously.

Fang Hengzhi returned to his seat and sat down, lamenting, "Let me go to the math competition."

Cheng Yi tugged at the sweat towel on his wrist: "You don't seem to be very willing with this expression?"

"Well, don't you know what it means to participate in the competition?" Fang Hengzhi pulled back his arm, looking so precious to Cheng Yi that he didn't even want to touch the sweat towel.

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes at him, thinking that I gave you this, and responded casually: "Does it mean that you will be ashamed if you don't get the award?"

"How could I not get the prize?!" Fang Hengzhi lowered his voice and glanced at him angrily, "This means that I will soon dedicate half of my sleep time to the sprint competition!"

"Ah..." Cheng Yi thought for a while, and found that the loss of sleep time was really a disaster for this guy.

He smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder: "My condolences."

Fang Hengzhi wrinkled his face bitterly, and lay down on the table listlessly, looking really wronged.

Cheng Yi looked at the "badness" written all over his body, and the back of his head that revealed the misery, and reached out his hand to touch it in a strange way.

Fang Hengzhi noticed the movement, turned his head slightly, and looked at him with drooping eyelids, as if asking "what are you doing".

Cheng Yi paused for a moment, he didn't know what he was doing.

So the hand rested so stiffly on the back of his head.

Before the two could react, they heard a surprised female voice: "Fang Hengzhi, Cheng Yi, what are you two doing? Have you memorized the book?"

This sound directly attracted the eyes of all thirty people in the class.

Cheng Yi was startled, and felt that his subordinate's head seemed to be rising, so he lost all strength and pressed it back hard.

The sound of "Duang" shocked the whole classroom.

The political teachers all stared wide-eyed, and they could see the shock in their eyes through the glasses.

Cheng Yi: "..."

Fang Hengzhi: "..."

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze, and there was silence all around.

And Fang Hengzhi, who slammed his head firmly on the table, saw nothing in front of him at that moment.

Cheng Yi was stunned for a second, then quickly withdrew his hand.

He leaned over with a guilty conscience, and said softly, "Are you... all right?"

Fang Hengzhi closed his eyes, turned his head from three quarters to one half to face Cheng Yi, and forced a smile: "What do you think?"

"..."

Cheng Yi looked at the eye-catching redness and swelling on his head, and fell silent.

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