straight

"...that Luo Yu?"

"...Which one?"

Wei Jin stared at him like a ghost, as if he wanted to see another person from under the skin: "Luo Yu, the national gold medalist in Olympiad, who was directly sent in from No. [-] Middle School of City X?"

"Oh." The other party seemed to recall, "It should be me."

……

"Fuck you kid, you've got fans!" Lao Yang came over and gave him a thump, with a teasing tone.The main reason is that although the Olympiad gold medals are dazzling, they are indeed not so flashy that they can be called "that Luo Yu" in this golden university. This is the first time today.

Lao Yang immediately entered the role, and tried his best to sell to Wei Jin: "Let me tell you, don't look at him like this, he is known as the little prince of mathematics—"

"Go ahead." Luo Yu kicked him away, and Lao Yang turned his head and mouthed "Sell autographs, sell autographs" before walking out the door.

Wei Jin was still struggling to digest the news: "It's really you?"

Luo Yu scratched his head: "Hey, do you know me?"

"I am... the No. [-] Middle School of X City, two grades below you." Wei Jin had a complicated expression.

There is probably no one in their class who has never heard of Luo Yu's name.Wei Jin still remembers that in his first year of high school, a huge banner was hung on the teaching building for a month, with white characters on a red background, "Congratulations to Luo Yu from our school for winning the gold medal in the Chinese Mathematical Olympiad".Wei Jin and their math teacher had the good fortune to lead Luo Yu in the remedial class, and since then he has acquired the special skill of bringing any topic to this matter, and he almost didn't have to gild his mouth.

This kind of Tang Monk-style chatter usually starts with "Look at Luo Yu..." and ends with "You guys are in the future...".Wei Jin and the others accumulated a lot of resentment, and they had already pictured in their hearts a humble image of wearing glasses with thick bottle bottoms, greasy hair that hadn't been washed for a month, and holding exercises for food.

Later, when they were doing radio exercises in the whole school, they watched the real person twice from a distance. They didn't see the glasses, and their hair was still fluffy.

Until one day near the end of the term, Wei Jin detoured to the playground that he never visited in order to give something to others.There were several shouts from the basketball hoop, and Wei Jin could vaguely hear "Luo Yu".He turned his head in surprise, and saw a figure jumping up, the basketball shot across a handsome arc, and "swish" into the basket.

Wei Jin seemed to hear a "flutter", and a handsome little daisy emerged from the soil in his heart, swaying and shaking its petals in the wind.

……

"So it's an alumni!" Luo Yu suddenly realized, "What a coincidence."

"Yeah... I have admired your name for a long time, but unfortunately I haven't talked to you." Wei Jin's expression became more complicated.Back then, he hadn't found a chance to strike up a conversation, and he left school in his senior year of high school.

Luo Yu scratched his head again, as if he didn't know how to respond to the face-to-face praise: "Actually, if I don't recommend it, I probably won't get in the exam. The partial subjects are too strong."

You probably never passed Chinese, Wei Jin thought.

However, at this moment when he looked at the person in front of him with memories, everything suddenly became more pleasing to the eye. The knife tower became high-end, the apple became poetic, the stack of instant noodle bowls became casual, and the paper balls and Back then, the basketball overlapped, and even the yellow shit was not worth mentioning.

"Senior," Wei Jin quickly climbed into the relationship, "Is the senior now in the Department of Mathematics?"

"Yes, how about you?"

Just as Wei Jin was about to answer, the door behind him opened again, and Luo Yu called out, "Hey, the leader has finished his work? Have you ever seen a scarf, leader?"

When Wei Jin turned around, he knew why this person was called a leader.The fat man who looked like Kim Jong-un from body to hairstyle thought for a while and asked him, "Is that brown scarf yours?"

Wei Jin felt a little better when he heard it, although this realization is still a long way from camel color.

As a result, Kim Jong-un gave him a heavy blow with the next sentence: "I saw it fell on the floor, and you rubbed it for you when you washed the clothes, and it was drying on the balcony."

Wei Jin swayed on the spot.