The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

Ye Kong was bored for a while after writing randomly, and then handed the test paper to Xia Ci, "I will sleep for a while, and hand it in for me when the test paper is handed in next time."

Two seconds later, he smiled and said, "You can use it as a reference. I'm lucky. If you get forty points, you'll make money." After that, he changed his position and closed his eyes to sleep.

Xia Ci took Ye Kong's test paper and read it from the first question. When he saw the last question, Xia Ci's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he began to admire the owner of this test paper from the bottom of his heart. How did he do it? Avoid all the correct answers?

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Lao Yao stood on the podium with a thermos cup in his hand and pointed Jiangshan: "I have stopped writing... Hurry up and hand in the test paper! Don't copy it! It's not your own if you copy it, just give it to me. Seek truth from facts." !"

The students at the bottom complained bitterly, crying that this question was not written by a human being. Xia Ci wrote on the last big question and calculated that the value of a ranged from 0 to 1.

He got up and took Ye Kong's test paper and went to the podium. Hao Chengji, the study committee member, was standing next to Lao Yao to discuss the last question.

Lao Yao took the test paper and blew into the thermos cup, "It doesn't matter if you can't solve this question. The college entrance examination will not take such a rare question. You can already calculate half of it. You are ignoring another situation. The correct answer ...I remember it is 0 to 1, you can go back and think about it in combination with monotonicity, and I will focus on this topic tomorrow."

Hao Chengji nodded unwillingly. This is the answer he gave up on all the previous questions and spent two classes, but he was still half wrong. He decided to stay in the classroom all day tomorrow Saturday and die with this question. Knock down.

There are no classes on weekends, and there are no teachers in class. Whether to go home or stay in the classroom for self-study is entirely up to you. The teaching buildings in the first and second grades are more than half empty, and only the classrooms in the third grade are full.

Xia Ci went to the hospital today to remove the stitches. In the waiting hall, he hesitated for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed Shen Qingrong's number.

After talking on the phone for a long time, the boy's eyes dimmed over time, and when he was about to hang up, the phone finally rang: "Hello?"

Xia Ci was slightly stunned, a little at a loss in the face of the voice he hadn't heard for so long, "...Mom."

"Let Xiao Liu review the document and then copy it to me. Did you find someone to ask about the product?"

"The documents are already being reviewed, and someone has gone to the product side."

......

There were non-stop conversations on the other end of the phone, as well as the sound of high heels walking back and forth. Ms. Shen was busy for a while before remembering that she was talking to her son, "What's the matter with you? Mom is busy here."

Xia Ci's hand holding the phone slightly tightened, "No, it's nothing, I've been at school for a week."

Ms. Shen: "Well, one week - I have already contacted the advertising side, it is the giant screen in the city center..."

Xia Ci: "..."

Ms. Shen: "Is there anything else? Is there not enough money?"

Xia Ci's Adam's apple moved up and down, "It's enough, I'm going to the hospital today to have the stitches removed."

"Then you should pay attention to safety on the road." Ms. Shen's company's products are busy on the market, and there are several people coming and going in and out of the office within 10 minutes.

Xia Ci asked: "What is later..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "beep--" from the other end.

After hanging up the phone, Xia Ci sat on the bench in the corridor of the hospital in a daze, until a nurse called his name, and then he regained his composure.

Meng Yue didn't go to self-study either. He and Zhao Yanbo were fighting for points in Ye Kong's dormitory, and the battle was very fierce.

After winning the next round of ranking, Ye Kong took the phone to charge and said in distaste: "You two are so good, it's really hard to carry it."

"It's been a long time since I played hand-to-hand." Meng Yue rubbed his neck, "The main reason is that the other two teammates are too stupid."

Ye Kong nodded, "It's a little tricky. If Xia Ci came to assist, the opponent would have already made a six-pointer."

"Lao Xia went to have the stitches removed," Meng Yue said, "I guess he won't be back until the evening."

Ye Kong flicked the screen to see the record of the double row with Xia Ci last time, and asked casually, "How long have you known him?"

Meng Yue calculated with his fingers, "It's been 15 years. We played together since we were two years old. He used to be my neighbor. He moved to City A when he was in junior high school."

Ye Kong asked again: "Is he so ruthless?"

"It can't be said that he is ruthless, but he is slow to warm up, and he will chatter with us when we are familiar with each other." Meng Yue thought for a while, and then said, "He was quite cheerful when he was in City C before, and he followed his father. Mom changed a little after she went to City A."

"I don't dare to ask the specific reason, but I can guess a little bit," Meng Yue said, "Lao Xia has been alone for too long, and his personality is a bit cold, but after getting along for a long time, you will find that other people are genuine. I have nothing to say."

Ye Kong nodded as if he had understood something, "There is an unknown story behind every killer without emotion."

Meng Yue told Ye Kong another story about Xia Ci, and Zhao Yanbo focused on scoring next to him. Suddenly, he felt that the dormitory was getting hotter and hotter, and the sweat on his head kept coming out.

"Brother Kong, turn on the air conditioner." Zhao Yanbo wiped his sweat, "The phone is so hot that you can fry eggs."

"As long as you have a lot of things to do, I haven't turned off the air conditioner since I came back yesterday." Ye Kong looked up and found that the air conditioner had stopped working.

He picked up the remote control and tapped it on the air conditioner. After waiting for a while, the fan blades hadn't turned on yet.

"Fuck! It won't break!"

Ye Kong climbed onto the bed, unplugged the socket on the wall and plugged it back in again, and pressed the remote control again. After the air conditioner ran for two seconds, it made a "sizzling" sound, and a column of water flowed out from the fan blades, and then completely Stopped.

The three of them looked at each other for a while, Meng Yue sighed, "My condolences to Brother Kong."

Zhao Yanbo clasped his hands together, "The weather forecast says that the high temperature will continue for the next few days, Brother Kong, take care."

"Fuck, what snakeskin air conditioner, I'll go downstairs to look for Mama," Ye Kong changed his shoes and went out cursing.

Nanny is the auntie in charge of building C. She is a little short and fat, and she speaks in a high-pitched, piercing voice. Building C is the dormitory for boys, when they are young and difficult to obey discipline, they always like to give people nicknames behind their backs, and the nickname of nanny is indeed a bit imagey, so it has been called so over time.

Ten minutes later, Ye Kong returned to the dormitory with an unfriendly expression on his face, holding a small pink electric fan in his hand, and the broken hair on his forehead was half wet with sweat from climbing the stairs back and forth.

"What did Mammy say?" Brother Bo asked, "Will the electrician come to fix it?"

"There is still a queue, and Mammy said that there are too many people applying for repairs." Ye Kong plugged in the electric fan and turned the switch to the highest gear. "I have to wait until tomorrow morning at the earliest. She asked me to take this for the night." .”

Meng Yue leaned his head closer, and felt the wind hit his face when he was blowing next to him, "You have to hold this electric fan and blow it."

"..."

Zhao Yanbo couldn't bear the heat the most, and a map of China appeared on his back after a while. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he suggested, "How about we go to an Internet cafe to have fun?"

Having said that, Meng Yue's hands were also a little itchy, "Walk around, wash your hands in a golden basin after going this time, I will be a bad person if I go again before the college entrance examination."

"How many times have you been a dog or a human?" Brother Bo smiled and started to pack his things. "Brother Kong, are you going?"

Ye Kong: "You two go, I'll go in and take a shower."

Ye Kong has a slight obsession with cleanliness. The chopsticks in the cafeteria have to be scalded at high temperature. He is very repulsed by the smoky Internet cafe next to the school.

Meng Yue and Brother Bo knew about his urination, so they didn't say much, "Then let's go, if you can't stand the heat, you can go to the classroom and rest."

After the two left, Ye Kong took a cold shower and came out to blow on the electric fan for a long time, but it couldn't dispel the sweltering heat.He simply moved a stool and sat outside in the shade of the balcony.

The evening breeze carried a little bit of coolness, which could calm his restless heart a little.

It was five o'clock in the evening when Xia Ci returned to school after dismantling the line. The sun had not set, and the sky outside was still very bright. There were not many people walking on the tree-lined road back to the dormitory. At this time, most of the people were active in the cafeteria and the basketball court. .

Xia Ci quickened his pace and went back to the dormitory. When he went up to the third floor, he suddenly heard the sound of a guitar string, and when he went up one floor, he heard someone singing. The voice was not loud, but it sounded very gentle.

On the fifth floor, the lyrics gradually became clear. They sang Yu Chengqing's love as a last resort. Xia Ci searched for the sound and went to the balcony. He saw Ye Kong sitting with his back to the sun, hugging a guitar, humming a little tune softly.

The afterglow of the sun scattered on his face, adding a golden edge to his delicate outline, which was dazzling and soft.

After singing a song, Ye Kong looked back, the glare of the sun made him blink his eyes, and he laughed after seeing the person in front clearly, "You're back!"

Xia Ci hummed lightly, walked over and said, "I don't see that you can sing."

"It doesn't look normal," Ye Kong said with a smile, "I can't let my talent be exposed like my handsomeness, otherwise I have to keep a low profile to let others live."

Xia Ci: "..."

Ye Kong glanced at Xia Ci's forehead, and when he looked away, he suddenly found that Xia Ci's eyes and the corners of his eyes were a little red, as if he had cried.

"Does it hurt to remove the stitches?" Ye Kong asked.

Xia Ci felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, turned his face away and coughed, "You can try it."

"I care about my classmates and my deskmate." Ye Kong got up to move the stool, "I am sincere and friendly to ask questions."

Xia Ci paused, "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

That's the kind of pain, or the kind of crying, Ye Kong thought to himself, according to his understanding of Xia Ci, people who take the high-cold route have always been duplicity.

The mouth is a big bad wolf, but the heart is a little sheep.

The author has something to say: Ye Xiuer can always analyze Brother Ci's heart clearly