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When school was over that night, Qiao Beixin still left school with Cheng Wang.

At the school gate, Qiao Beixin asked, "By the way, I forgot to ask you these two days, how is your handwriting doing?"

Cheng Wang: "...This cannot be done overnight."

Qiao Beixin looked at him quietly.

Cheng Wang avoided his gaze with a guilty conscience, "I, I will continue to practice tomorrow."

Qiao Beixin: "Tomorrow? Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows."

Cheng Wang was crying, but he still didn't give up trying to do the next day, "There is still a lot of homework to do today! The evening self-study teacher is giving lectures again, and I haven't had time to do my homework. There are so many homework, I can't finish them all." It's late, where is the time to write!"

Qiao Beixin shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Okay." Then he asked, "Speaking of which, what time do you usually go to bed?"

Among boys of their age, Cheng Wang's bedtime can be said to be surprisingly early.

"Basically, I go to sleep after finishing my homework, and I usually feel sleepy after 11:[-]," Cheng Wang scratched the back of his head and whispered, "Sometimes I don't do Chinese and English homework."

A few seconds later, he slumped his shoulders and said in a low voice: "Now you know, I don't take a nap because I'm not sleepy or tired... I go to bed early at night because I can't bear it."

Qiao Beixin frowned, reached out and rubbed his ears, "Is it too much pressure?"

Cheng Wang shook his head, "No, I know why."

He cheered up soon, and smiled at Qiao Beixin, "But it's much better now! And I can sleep well at night."

After saying goodbye to Cheng Wang, Qiao Beixin went to help Liang Yilan pack his things.

He was a little absent-minded, and he always remembered Cheng Wang waking up from a nightmare in his mind.

In the book about Cheng Wang in my heart, the impression of "carefree" was crossed out, and I wanted to change it to something else, but I couldn't write it down.

I don't know if it was because of the nightmare in the afternoon, but this night, Cheng Wang returned to Tongzilou in his dream.

Probably because it was ugly to see Cheng Wang lying on the ground writing every day. One night, Wang Yan cursed and brought back a low table.It may be picked up, or it may be asked for by a lover.

The low table is very worn out, and there are a few scratches carved by knives on it.But to Cheng Wang, this is already a luxury.Early the next morning, he wiped the low table carefully with a rag.

But too much time has passed, and Cheng Wang no longer remembers why he fell asleep on the low table at noon that day, and he also doesn't know why the woman who went out every day to fool around until night suddenly returned home at noon that day.

The only thing I still remember is Wang Yan's beautiful and mean face when she woke up on the broken low table.

"Isn't it you who are clamoring to study? Now you are with him. Damn, are you lazy here?"

Fortunately, there was no pain in the dream, nor was he scolded or scolded, the woman just gave him a cold look.She had half a cigarette butt in her mouth, and the egg roll on her head was yellow and dry from being scalded too many times.

The woman finally dropped a sentence of "losing money" and left.

Cheng Wang's dream ended here.

Those things that he didn't dream about still made him sweat all over his body, and even the skin on his back was aching.Cheng Wang stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ever since he left Tongzilou at the age of eight, he had never seen that woman again.In the following ten years, his life was completely different from that in Tongzilou.

He still hates the smell of smoke, but he will no longer be choked to tears by the smell of smoke; he has never smelled the smell of powder that made him sneeze non-stop.

I've never seen a rude woman who opens her mouth to "Old Lady" and shuts up to "Fuck. You. Mom".

He found his phone in the dark, and glanced at the time, it was just after three o'clock in the morning.

The phone recognized the face ID and unlocked it automatically. Cheng Wang habitually swiped up to the home screen, and found that there was a new message on WeChat.

Click in and see, it's Qiao Beixin.

-Joe: It's too late, I guess you're already asleep.I have been helping my mother pack things just now, I didn't have time to tell you earlier, I will bring you black bean milk tomorrow morning, it is said that black beans can ward off evil spirits...

Probably as a senior materialist, Qiao Beixin also felt that this statement was too nonsense after writing, and added a "face-covering" emoji at the end.

Three o'clock in the morning is definitely not a suitable time to reply to messages. Cheng Wang exited the WeChat interface and locked the phone again.

He thought, would Qiao Beixin think he was a foodie?Otherwise, why is the topic of eating and drinking every day?

After being interrupted like this, Cheng Wang's depressed mood dissipated a lot. He put on his earphones, played a piece of English listening as a lullaby, and soon fell asleep again.

The second semester of the second year of high school passed quickly, and the time came to the beginning of May in the blink of an eye.

The monthly exam in May will be held as usual.During the exam, school ends earlier than usual, but the students all stay in the classroom, chatting about the answers to the exam.

Someone ran over to ask Qiao Beixin how to do the big problem of solid geometry. Qiao Beixin sketched a picture on his hand and said, "Just add two auxiliary lines here." He also picked up the textbook, Turn to the page of relevant theorems and point it out to him.

Coincidentally, there was another student on the other side asking Cheng Wang the solution to the same problem.

Cheng Wang's and Qiao Beixin's solutions are different, his solution is more tricky and simpler.Qiao Beixin thought for a few seconds after hearing it, before realizing that there was indeed such a theorem.

Cheng Wang said proudly, "I was looking through my previous homework this morning, and I happened to see it, hehe."

The monthly exam results and rankings will be announced soon, and Qiao Beixin will undoubtedly return to class one.

Just one month can't change much, but at least, he and Cheng Wang have become good friends.

After the self-study on Friday night, Cheng Wang volunteered to help him remove the things in the desk and locker, and teased by the way: "The god of learning really won't stay in a world like ours."

Qiao Beixin stared at him for a while, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Stop reading this kind of youth pain literature, that kind of stuff doesn't improve writing."

Cheng Wang hummed unconvinced.

In the end, Qiao Beixin couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch the top of his furry head.

To Cheng Wang, there seemed to be no big difference whether Qiao Beixin was present or not.

The study in class one was more intense, so that people with such excellent academic performance like Qiao Beixin would study the knowledge of the day in the classroom for a while after the evening self-study.

They still sometimes meet on the way home, but mostly not.

However, some of the habits formed in that month have been retained, such as the breakfast that changes in Cheng Wang's drawer every morning, such as a few small chats before going to bed every night, such as Qiao Beixin secretly buying food from Liang Yilan's stall. Take it to stuff Cheng Wang's snacks.

For Qiao Beixin, this probably means falling back from heaven to the world.

May is coming to an end soon. They finished their second year of high school and became the next batch of students who will enter their third year of high school.