Eight sets of math papers cheated by online dating

After saying this, Yu Yehao refused to let Xiang Kongshan see his face. He leaned on the other person's shoulder, and even when he appeared in such a posture similar to throwing himself into a trap, he had a kind of condescension and arrogance.The ups and downs of Xiang Kongshan's breathing, the disordered heartbeat caused by a certain sentence of his clearly resonated with him at this moment, and in this small room in the distant imperial capital, it gave him the beautiful illusion of being dependent on each other; it even made him feel that this place is a bit like a Home.

Thinking about it this way, even if I don’t have anything yet, the future I’m thinking about doesn’t know when it will come, and what I have to face tomorrow is still a math problem that I can’t learn at all, it doesn’t seem so scary.

Suddenly, Xiang Kongshan let go of the hand that had been pamperingly clasping the back of his head. He heard the sound as if he picked up the mobile phone on the side; In front of the desk, Dou Lou opened the crumpled 79-point paper.

Xiang Kongshan sat on the chair, opened his hand towards him, said nothing about what he just said, and called him again: "Come, my No.1."

The two of them huddled together to read the exam papers, Xiang Kongshan also opened his own papers, and his performance was very stable, but as expected, he was a little lower than Yu Yehao; Finally, they also tasted the feeling of poor students not being able to solve the problem. They looked at each other, even though Yu Ye had such a big love brain, it was all turned off now.

With his palm on his chin, he turned the paper over to look at the final question. It was blank and only a few numbers and formulas were written on it. When he found out, he calmed down a lot, and he shook the test paper loudly: "How did you get a score of 95 on such a question?"

Xiang Kongshan looked at his paper, and took out the formulas he had listed to calculate again. After using up half of the draft paper, it was still stuck in the middle, so he also sighed, and took away the papers of both of them, neatly Putting it aside: "Mr. Xiao Qiao should be able to talk about it tomorrow, so let's make another one first."

He took out the paper from his schoolbag, took out half of a thin transparent file folder, and dropped it to the ground. Yu Ye was so sharp-eyed that he picked it up first, saw his name on it, and then turned around to look: okay, this It wasn't the sets of papers that I sent to Zhu Qingqing!

His own name was listed neatly on the top, and Xiang Kongshan didn't know what he was thinking, so he added his own name next to it, as if two people were standing next to each other.

He took it out and flipped through it, and noticed that Xiang Kongshan was a little nervous, and put it back as if nothing had happened. The two of them studied in the room in a daze, and when they returned to the room, Yu Yehao's steps were all superficial; Still dizzy for a while, seeing Pei Er walking slowly with a bag of milk in his mouth from a long distance, he subconsciously shouted: "Pei Er——"

As a result, Peier trembled visibly with the naked eye. He turned around to confirm that it was him, and ran away. The milk fell to the ground without catching any of it, and a large piece was wet.

Yu Yehao: "..."

He was a little strange, and this kind of strangeness reached its peak when he entered the classroom. He saw Pei Er sitting next to Chao Qing without looking sideways, and Xiang Kongshan sat upright in the vacated seat. Chao Qing was still a little dazed, looking His eyes flinched for a moment, but Peier didn't dare to look at him at all, his eyeballs rolled around, and he was guilty of standard guilt.

Xiang Kongshan's schoolbag was placed on the table, as confused as he was: "What's the matter?"

Yu Ye couldn't speak, glanced at Peier from the corner of his eye, and said, "Leave him alone, sit down."

There is no time to talk about other things. Teacher Qiao has already walked into the classroom with the papers, and there is a high-pitched sound. She stands still on the podium and looks around: "Take out all the papers, just like in class, three to 10 minutes to discuss , I’ll talk about it again.”

"There's nothing to discuss about this, I don't know how to fart!" Someone complained in the back, Yu Yehao looked back, and saw this man who didn't know where he came from had a paper that was almost completely wrong spread out on the table. Come over, give him a wry smile, and then look carefully as if remembering something again, "You are, good Yu Ye, I remember you, did you pass the exam?"

Yu Ye was stunned for a moment, this time he was not humble, but genuinely guilty: "No, it's very ordinary."

"Don't be modest!" This buddy seems to be from Nagada in Northeast China, and he speaks with a bit of an accent. He patted the shoulder of the person next to him carelessly, and was about to speak when he saw Xiang Kongshan's achievements in front of him, and opened his eyes. The mouth suddenly became O-shaped, "Hey, Xueba is in a meeting?"

He didn't seem to realize how eclipsed his grades were among these few people, he just smiled a little more happily, "Then we have to make good use of this half hour, don't you think, Song Bowen?"

Song Bowen?

Yu Ye looked over subconsciously. Although his face looked unfamiliar, the name was so loud that no one in the class would not know it.

An outstanding academic master in science, a genius boy who won the championship without changing his face in the face of tricky questions, has many images in his mind, but he never imagined that looking at him like this, the appearance of the other party is even a bit ordinary, With a pair of calloused hands, the glasses are so thick that the eyelashes are almost squeezed up, and he is no different from anyone else. Submerged in the crowd, he can't see at a glance.

Song Bowen tried his best to smile at them, and stuttered a little: "...Hi, you... are all very good."

"That's how he talks!" The Northeast brother smiled and hugged Song Bowen's shoulders, "But in fact, Xiao Song is really nice. We live next door, and he doesn't think I'm annoying at all. He always gives me lectures. I'm all embarrassed."

The man said he was embarrassed, but his hands were not ambiguous at all. He picked up his paper with red crosses and stuffed it into Song Bowen's hand, "University bully, tell me how to do this question." .”

"Ah...Okay, this question is very difficult, and I almost couldn't do it." Song Bo Wenzai read it carefully, spoke in simple and easy-to-understand words, and finally raised his head and rushed a few times shyly. Personally laughed, "This is my understanding, do you think there is a better way?"

Yu Yehao looked at him, a little distracted, until the other party looked a little nervous, then nodded vigorously, and gave a thumbs up without hesitation, "I don't think so! You are really amazing!"

Ten minutes passed quickly, he turned his head, and heard Xiang Kongshan ask him in a low voice, "Why are you unhappy?"

Xiang Kongshan always seems to be able to sense his little emotions. Yu Ye looks good at his papers. He has already mastered the questions that he had no idea at first. Song Bowen is an excellent little teacher, but he can't practice it. He was really happy, and after a long silence, he said: "I thought that a person like this should be invincible, so proud that he should go to the sky."

At the very least, there must be some shortcomings. Don't those who are proud of their talents and arrogant things say that?

But Song Bowen is different. He is modest and smart, and he treats people he meets by chance with sincerity. If he can't find faults, it will inevitably make him more depressed when he has to accept the excellence of others.

Xiang Kongshan understood, and didn't ask any more questions.

But this time Yu Yehao didn't feel lost for a long time, he flattened the paper, and suddenly cheered himself up in a low voice: "...But, he can do it, so why can't I?"

why not?why not?

These words lingered repeatedly in the days that followed, and whenever Yu Ye was listless in the face of a difficult problem, he would suddenly think of this moment.

No one expected that the determination at that time would actually make this person who would cry if he failed the exam gritted his teeth and survived the few remaining days of the winter camp. With envious eyes, the final exam—the national competition was ushered in.

...It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was just that he had been blindfolded by fear and failure.

You should believe in others, and you should face failure calmly. Now he knows the last sentence: On top of all this, there is an additional premise, that is, you should believe in yourself.

It was a sunny afternoon on the day after finishing the national competition. The weather forecast in the imperial capital announced a complete snow stop. The crowd gathered together, thinking about how to arrange the rest of this rare vacation in a different place. Only he, against the crowd, walked towards Xiangkong Mountain step by step .

The other party stood under a tree and looked up at the bare branches above. A minute ago, there was an unrecognizable bird parked there.

"Xiang Kongshan." He heard himself shouting softly, "What kind of bird is that?"

"I don't know." Xiang Kongshan shrugged, walked over to hold his hand, but smiled immediately, "Maybe it's a swallow."

Winter is not yet over, and flying swallows know spring.

Will there be a long, long spring in the coming year?

"How was the test?"

"I guess No.1! What about you?"

"Then I'll have to take second place."

"..."

"Xiang Kongshan," Yu Yehao called him again, shouting repeatedly, "Xiang Kongshan!"

"Ok?"

"I like you! I like you so much! Hurry up and apply to me, the boyfriend logistics will start shipping ahead of time, and only accept face-to-face transactions in the same city!"

"Then I apply for—"

Just as Xiang Kongshan made a start, a roar sounded familiar from a distance, "...No! I don't agree!"

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I am Yu Kangzhe, and I am taking over in the comment section today.

Because my mother said that it is almost over, everyone has to come up and say a few words, I have the smallest coffee, so I will be the first one (swallow)

Tomorrow she will open a new article, which will be updated at the same time as here, about the young master's college life, if you feel that it is split, you can stock up first and then read it.

Well, I'm out of words (ps, the idiot at the end of this chapter is not me)