exchange student

Fearing that he would be kidnapped by morality, Xunsong was carried to his new residence, dormitory 412.

Xun Song sat on the wooden bed and looked at the person standing in front of him: "Okay, what's the matter?" Anyway, he had already made up his mind that he would never agree.

Yu Fan: "Take me to skip class tomorrow."

"No!" Xun Song was decisive, and then reacted for a moment, "..." What did he just say?

After so much effort, you want him to take him to skip a class?It doesn't seem to be very difficult.

"Why?" Yu Fan took it for granted, "I helped you, you should thank me."

This tone made Xun Song change his mind immediately: "Buy and sell by force?"

"You use this move better." Yu Fan stopped him.

But Xunsong thickened his skin and wasn't afraid: "But I've helped you before, so it's evened out."

Yu Fan, who has been carrying people all the way: "..."

"My current task is to study hard, so please find another person and don't look for me."

Yu Fan opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by someone.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted, you guys are running so fast." Li Qiang appeared at the door panting, carrying a big bag and a small bag, "How is it, Brother Song, how about the room I got?"

Only then did Xun Song remember to take a look at the new dormitory. This was also his first time living on campus, so it was quite novel.

The room is on the sunny side, not too big but spacious enough, with three bunk beds and six sets of wardrobes, plus a long table.

"The bed next to the window is mine." Xun Song took the lead in booking a satisfactory bed for himself.

Then I saw that the suitcase had been placed on the bed I was looking for.

"I'm sorry," Yu Fan took down the suitcase and began to tidy up, "It's already booked."

"Fuck..." Xun Song said depressedly, "Are you also in this dormitory?"

Li Qiang took out a bottle of water and drank most of it in a few sips: "Rooms are allocated according to the class, and the free combination of my own class, other rooms have already been taken up."

Yu Fan looked back at him: "Do you want it?"

Xun Song, who knew what he was going to say, had a very strong bone: "It's not rare." After speaking, he jumped to the bed opposite him and sat down. Although the position of this bed was a bit out of the way, it was not bad.

After packing his luggage with a limp, Xun Song didn't wait for his third roommate.

"No one else?" Xun Song asked.

Li Qiang looked disdainful: "None of those cowards dared to come, but it's good, there are fewer people and it's clean."

Xun Song had a bad feeling: "Why not?"

Yu Fan, who was on the side, said in a uncomfortable tone: "Because, this is the dormitory where the girl who jumped from the building lived in the legend."

Xun Song: "Damn!"

Li Qiang looked proud: "How about it, I'm lucky hahaha!"

Xun Song gave him a thumbs up: "You are really strong."

"I have a hunch that tonight must be very exciting!" Li Qiang's eyes were full of excitement, as if he was going to show off his skills to catch a female ghost alive tonight.

Xunsong was deeply impressed by his secondary school.

At this time, Yu Fan's face was still not very good, and he got up: "I'm going to buy food, do you want to bring something?"

Li Qiang raised his hand: "Thank you for a tomato and egg fried noodles!"

Xun Song said cautiously: "Do you want a reward?"

Yu Fan: "Do you want love or not?"

“Lanzhou ramen thank you!”

Seeing the back of Xueba leaving, Li Qiang sat on Xunsong's bed mysteriously: "This Xueba doesn't seem to have a bad temper." He admitted that he has a pretentious filter for good students, but after a few days, he found that , especially the demeanor of Xun Song all the way just now made Li Qiang believe that this person is at least not bad.

Xun Song: "It's not bad, but it's definitely not good." There are no major problems, but a lot of minor problems.

At first glance, he looked like a rich young master who had never been severely beaten by the society. He insisted on getting rid of his little problems.

After eating, it was time for self-study. During the self-study class on the first day, many people had no intention of studying, and were still excited about starting to live on campus.

"Hey, look what I got!" Wang Jie took out a deck of playing cards like a baby, and invited amidst the cheers of the crowd, "Come to 401 after class, we will fight for [-] rounds!"

"You can't do this." Someone threw out a set of mahjong, "This is the fun."

"Isn't the game console good?"

The boys inexplicably started to compare.

The girls were discussing what cosmetics they took, and what kind of sample distribution.

Amidst the commotion, Yu Fan finished a calculation on the draft paper, and then looked at the shouting people beside him.

"Didn't you say that you only want to study?"

Xun Song, who got a good hand of cards, paused with a wild smile on his face, and then gave him a nosy expression: "Do you understand the combination of work and rest? You are reading idle books, what's wrong with me playing cards?"

Yu Fan nodded and continued to read his "idle books".

He kind of knows why Xun Song is so "hardworking" and his grades are so low.

As the school bell carnival ended, a group of people who had had enough fun began to go back to the dormitory together.

The boys in class three took a gentle detour to see off the girls in the class, and when the girls had left, some people couldn't help their curiosity.

"I heard, Brother Song, you live in 412?"

Surrounded by guilt, Xunsong unknowingly played the whole night of self-study and hopped on one leg, "Well, what's wrong?"

"Niu, Brother Song, do you want to have a live broadcast for us tonight?"

Xun Song: "Is the live broadcast snoring?"

Li Qiang said: "Countless, come here if you are curious, what kind of skill is it to look through the phone."

Inspired by Li Qiang, many curious boys were even more eager to try: "Then how about we all go to your shop tonight?"

But after all the boys happily took the mat and pillows and arrived at 412, they were stopped outside the door by people who had already washed up early and changed into pajamas.

"Sorry, I'm afraid of noise, you guys go back."

"Xueba, just for one night, we will be very quiet!"

"Yes, yes, we are not arguing at all!"

Yu Fan's answer was to close the door directly.

Several people who were turned away looked at each other in blank dismay.

Facts have shown that all ghost stories are just rumors, anyway, Xunsong sleeps until dawn.

On the first day of living in school, the lateness rate in the class was greatly reduced. Lao Hu was full of joy in class, and he was so excited that he gave another chicken soup class for half a period.

The bell rang for the first class, and the bulletin board was quickly crowded with people, and the rankings were announced.

As soon as he approached the crowd, Xun Song heard large and small exclamations.

"It's really zero."

"Missing all subjects, so handsome."

"I thought No. [-] could finally make a substitution."

Taking advantage of his height, Xun Song supported Li Qiang's shoulders in the back row and put his toes on the tiptoes to see the list. The score in the last column was a very conspicuous 0, and his name was exactly his deskmate.

And on top of his deskmate was Xun Song's name.

"Fuck..." What's the difference between this and being number one from the bottom!

He calculated that the total score was more than 50 more than before, thinking that no matter what, he could improve a few places...

"It's okay, Brother Song, let's continue to work hard, Brother Song." Li Qiang immediately offered comfort.

However, this did not comfort Xunsong's injured heart at all.

The second class is mathematics, or papers.

The math teacher on the podium was impassioned, but the seats were loose and sluggish.

He understands the truth, so why is this formula so used?

A black charcoal pencil was stretched out next to him and he began to calculate on his draft paper: "Do you remember the Pythagorean theorem? Take these two sides as two right-angled sides, this is the hypotenuse, and this is actually a deformation of the Pythagorean theorem."

With a simple drawing, Xun Songmao suddenly realized: "It turned out to be this style, I think it looks familiar."

The black charcoal pen continued down: "There are several special angle values ​​to be memorized here in the trigonometric functions, which are included in this textbook." Then, several special angles were written on the draft paper, and Xun Song wrote them crookedly. A function symbol looks like a work of art under this pen, and every bending angle seems to have been precisely calculated.

Xun Song frowned, remembering the painful memories of the exam: "I memorized this, but I got it all mixed up when I used it."

"That's why I don't understand." A ruler appeared on the draft paper to draw a normal right-angled triangle, "The sin of this angle is the ratio of the opposite side to the hypotenuse..."

Accompanied by a clear and logical voice beside his ear, Xun Song listened to the mathematics for half a class for the first time. This is the first time he discovered that mathematics can still be learned in this way, and that the formulas are not memorized by rote.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and it was time to run again. Xun Song, who was injured and didn't need to run, grabbed the person next to him: "Don't run, don't go, let's continue talking."

At this time, the man whose throat was dry from talking took a sip of water, and looked at Xunsong with meaningful eyes.

Xun Song was embarrassed by the look, coughed and said, "Well, what did you say yesterday?"

Yu Fan put down his water glass: "I'll teach you your homework, and you take me to skip class."

Xun Song patted the table: "Deal!"

Yu Fan, who had succeeded in his scheme, raised his eyebrows, and took out a palm-sized note pad from his schoolbag: "Since this is the case, we can't waste a little time, you should carry this on your back first."

"What's this?" Xun Song took the pad and opened it, and inside were English words handwritten one by one.

So the students in class three who came back from running exercises today heard the sound of someone reciting words for the first time.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?"

"Brother Song, the sun didn't rise from the west today."

The students expressed their concern and greetings.

"Rolling, can't you see it while studying? Spelling, s, p, e, l..."

After listening for a few minutes, Yu Fan couldn't help it: "Didn't I mark the pronunciation for you? Read it out, oral English is also very important."

Xun Song looked aggrieved: "...you, I don't know you even if you mark it."

Yu Fan: "..."

He took out another identical notebook and patted it in front of Xun Song: "This is Chinese, memorize this first."

"Wow." Xun Song picked up the small notebook and flipped through it twice. The beautiful fonts were followed by explanations in classical Chinese, "You copied this yourself?"

Yu Fan took the English book and turned to a page and began to write: "Well, but only one book has been written, and you can copy the rest yourself."

Xun Song reacted for a moment: "What do you mean? You are..." Copying it specially for him?

He didn't ask, because he felt that this conjecture was a bit self-indulgent, and Xueba seemed to have no reason to treat him so well, even though he had helped him, he should repay him.

"That's right," Yu Fan said directly, "It was copied for you."

Xun Song didn't know how to reply.

"I have no use for such things."

The emotion that Xun Song had just concocted was wiped out in one word.

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