Shelf life love

Jiang Yue stared at Qi Lin who rushed into the classroom with big bags and small bags, as if he saw some precious animals, "You... what are you bringing?"

Qi Lin sat down and began to fiddle with the equipment, "Drawing board, soldiers go to the battlefield, don't you prepare food, grass and bullets?"

"What else?" Jiang Yue looked straight at the bulging schoolbag, "Brother Lin, you didn't carry so many things before."

Qi Lin gave a "tsk", "I can't hide it anymore."

Jiang Yue: "What, you want to save the earth?"

"Let me tell you a little secret." Qi Lin pulled out a corner of the exercise book, "I plan to take advantage of my lunch break to catch up on math."

Jiang Yue's expression was as if he was eating shit, "Fuck! What should I do then?"

Qi Lin: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Yue: "You have gone to make up for math, who will accompany me to eat?"

"Food is a thing outside of the body." Qi Lin was persuasive, "The final exam is coming up next month, do you want a copy too?"

Jiang Yue ducked away and winked, "I hate mathematics the most, don't come and harm me."

Qi Lin smiled.

He knew that Jiang Yue was afraid of mathematics and his academic performance was poor.Jiang Yue studied in No. 33 Middle School. There are many art students, and the strength of teachers is not comparable to that of No. [-] Middle School.Jiang Yue rushed to escort him for fine arts, and basically gave up the culture class.

"Aren't you in the top 100 in your grade? Did you score 150 in the math test last time?" For Jiang Yue, a scumbag, a 100-point math paper is already a master at the level of a top student. Still making up for it?"

Qi Lin sighed.

There are some things that you can't say to the scumbags from other schools, or you will hurt the scumbags' hearts.For example, the top 140 in the grade is his goal. For example, the highest score in mathematics, and the average score of the experimental class is 100. If he scores 120 or even [-] in the test, he will not be able to squeeze into the top [-] in the total score.

In this final exam, he plans to raise his math score to 130, preferably 135.

Jiang Yue felt hot when he heard the word "mathematics", "What's in that bag of yours? Could it be that both bags are exercises?"

Qi Lin said mysteriously: "Bribe the boss's gift."

After class at noon, Jiang Yue bid farewell to his elder brother Lin with tears, and happily asked elder brother Qiang to have lunch.

Qi Lin packed up his things and slipped to the top floor, just in time to meet He Panpan leaving.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Handsome." Qi Lin saluted with an exaggerated gentleman's salute.

When He Panpan saw it was him, he immediately laughed, "Are you looking for Xiaolong? He's inside."

When Ye Zhuohan heard the noise outside, the hand holding the pen paused slightly.

That inexplicable guy is here again?

A special feeling came up, both unexpected and not so unexpected.

Ye Zhuohan frowned halfway, thought about it roughly, the umbrella has been retracted, there is no other involvement, what is Qi Lin doing here?

In fact, for more than a week after taking back the umbrella, he had a faint sense of emptiness.

Life is like a pool of stagnant water, Qi Lin broke in like a piece of wind falling on the stagnant water.

He hated being disturbed, but after being disturbed twice later, he didn't have much repulsion.

And retracting the umbrella means that the wind blows away, and the stagnant water returns to silence.

"Little, Long, Brother!" Qi Lin poked his head in from outside the door, "Have you eaten yet?"

Ye Zhuohan looked at him expressionlessly, then his eyes suddenly moved up and stopped on his hair, "Did you cut your hair?"

"Handsome?" Qi Lin swayed in generously, and stroked his short-cut hair, which was a bit tangled, "The final exam is coming soon, and I'll cut my hair."

Ye Zhuohan put down his brush.

"Brother Xiaolong, what are you painting?" Qi Lin leaned closer, and boasted at the painting with strong colors but could not tell what it was at all: "Strong visual impact, the color matching of the heart, this painting Painting reveals the soul of an artist!"

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Their eyes met each other, not far away, Ye Zhuohan could even smell the scent of soap on the boy's body.

The light aroma is transpiring in the early summer sun, and the air ignites a transparent fire.

Qi Lin didn't realize it, and continued to blow: "Brother Xiaolong, you look so handsome today. The exquisitely tailored fabric outlines your smooth lines, and the pearl white shirt complements you..."

"What's the matter?" Seeing the young man getting closer, Ye Zhuohan reached out his hand in time to block the head, and at the same time interrupted the embarrassing compliment.

But this action was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The palm of his hand was pressed against the young man's forehead, and the contact was very brief, but it was the first time he touched someone actively.

Qi Lin's forehead was not hot, but he seemed to be burned, and his palms suddenly became hot.

Qi Lin took out three packaged bottles of jujube and rose tea from his schoolbag and placed them on the table one by one. He also took out "exquisite snacks" such as Ferrero and boxed biscuits.

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

"Brother Xiaolong, I have something to ask!" Qi Lin said with a sincere expression, "You take these bribes first."

Ye Zhuohan: "I..."

Qi Lin interrupted, "I know you like to drink jujube rose tea. Don't worry, I, Qi Lin, will contract all your drinks from now on!"

Being entangled by people is what Ye Zhuohan hates the most, looking at Qi Lin's vivid face and star-like eyes at this time, he felt a strange sense of relief.

"What's the matter?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

Qi Lin felt that the matter was half done, so he quickly took out all the textbooks and exercise papers, and explained his intentions with a very studious attitude.

Ye Zhuohan's eyelids twitched a few times, "Do you want me to give you extra lessons?"

Qi Lin cupped his fists, "Brother Xiaolong, you can do it!"

Ye Zhuohan squinted at the end of his eyes.

For him, learning mathematics is just a way to pass the time—just like painting.As early as three years ago, he participated in the national mathematics competition as an individual contestant and won No.1.In his eyes, mathematics in the first year of high school is just a pediatrics.

But why did he help Qi Lin?

"I won't take up too much of your time. I have a good foundation in mathematics. You just need to remind me a little bit." Qi Lin said, and took apart the Ferrero, "Brother, try it."

Ye Zhuohan took Ferrero by mistake, and took the pen and exercises handed over by Qi Lin by mistake.

From this day on, Jiang Yue lost his elder brother Lin.

Qi Lin has his own way of learning, and he is also smart, and he can draw inferences about those complicated big questions just by listening to his train of thought.

Ye Zhuohan was annoyed at agreeing to Qi Lin at first. On Saturday and Sunday nights, he could have been painting peacefully, but now he was surrounded by a young man who was struggling to write.

The two side-by-side tables used to hold a few painting tools at most, but now they are covered with papers. Sitting side by side, he and Qi Lin looked like they were studying at the same table last night.

Qi Lin was chanting while calculating, but Ye Zhuohan lost his mind.

He was well-known in a high school, but he didn't go to class for a day. In junior high school, he sat in the last row alone without a deskmate.

At this time, in the classroom of the Academy of Fine Arts, he suddenly had a deskmate.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the side of Qi Lin's face.

There is no air conditioner in the old teaching building, only a few wall fans. The young man is serious about brushing the questions, and beads of sweat have appeared on the bridge of his nose at some point.

"Brother Xiaolong!" Qi Lin suddenly turned his face away.

Ye Zhuohan was stunned for a moment, and reflexively looked away.

"Are you watching me do the questions?" Qi Lin was immersed in the sea of ​​questions, how could he know what he was thinking just now, he smiled and pushed the paper to the right, "I can't solve this question, please help me look."

Ye Zhuohan took it, it was the second question of the last big question.

"I don't usually choose to do this kind of question. It's a question to raise points anyway. I just need to make sure I get 130." Qi Lin propped his cheeks and smiled, "But when I meet you, I think I can struggle a bit."

Ye Zhuohan found that he did not understand this sentence.

In his eyes, the question pushed before him was no different from other questions, and he could solve it with a simple calculation.

"What pull points?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

"Competition questions." Qi Linxin asked curiously, "You don't know?"

Ye Zhuohan shook his head.

Qi Lin thought about Ye Haolong's suspension of school and probably didn't know the composition of the math paper, so he said: "The college entrance examination should take into account both the scumbag and the top student. I have studied for three years, and I am not particularly stupid. If I am careful, I can basically do it. As for the last question of the penultimate question, and the second and third questions of the last big question, they are used to help Xueba The points are good, especially the third question of the last question, it must be at the competition level, and those who can solve it will get 150 points."

Ye Zhuohan looked at the question for a while, "But it's also very simple."

Qi Lin: "..."

Three seconds later, Qi Lin said, "Say it again?"

No matter how many times he said it again, Ye Zhuohan felt that the last question of the last question was no different from the first question of the first big question.

It only took Qi Lin 5 minutes to solve the puzzle that he couldn't figure out, and he added a sentence: "Do you understand?"

Qi Lin scratched his head, "I'll digest it again."

Ye Zhuohan didn't realize that when he heard Qi Lin "scrubbing" the draft, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Entering June, considering the upcoming final exams of each school, the interest classes of the Academy of Fine Arts were suspended, but Qi Lin went to the Academy of Fine Arts more frequently, studying in the small classroom on the top floor every night.

Ye Zhuohan gradually realized that watching Qi Lin do his homework was a better way to pass the time than painting.

On this day, Qi Lin not only put the math papers on the table, but also the physics papers that had just been handed out.

Old Liu Tuotang conducts random exams. As a representative of the physics class, he scored 120 points for 112 points in the test, which is a normal performance. There is a problem that he has not solved, so he plans to think again.

Ye Zhuohan took the paper, "You are better at physics than math."

Qi Lin became proud, "That's right! I'm the representative of the physics class anyway, and the scores that were pulled by others in mathematics were all pulled back by physics. This paper was written by our head teacher. The questions are difficult, otherwise I will definitely get full marks."

Ye Zhuohan asked: "Why?"

Qi Lin blinked, "Why?"

"Why is physics better than mathematics?" Ye Zhuohan said, "It's all science."

Qi Lin sighed inwardly.

Once, his brother Qi Han also asked him this question.

Back then, Qi Han could get full marks in mathematics and comprehensive science, and felt that mathematics, physics and chemistry belonged to the same family, and a good school was good.

Qi Lin thought, this might be the logic of a genius.

And he, although talented and intelligent, has not yet reached the level of a genius, but is just an ordinary super handsome.

Ye Zhuohan: "Huh?"

Qi Lin: "Because learning mathematics is a last resort. The most important thing in the college entrance examination is mathematics. Even if you don't like it, you still have to learn it. Fortunately, I am smart."

Ye Zhuohan snorted lightly.

"Don't laugh, although not as smart as you, it's still pretty good. At least under your guidance, I can solve the last question of the last question." After speaking, Qi Lin's tone changed, "Physics is different, I like physics, interest is the best teacher."

Ye Zhuohan: "Like it?"

"Actually, I am Ai Wu Ji Wu." Qi Lin stood up, walked to the window, and looked up at the night sky.

The night sky of the city is dark red, and there are no stars at all.

But his expression was intoxicated.

Ye Zhuohan was still sitting on the seat, only the tip of his nose could be seen.

Qi Lin smiled and said, "I like stars, and physics is the basis of studying astronomy."

Ye Zhuohan couldn't understand "like".

He has never experienced the emotion that makes a person burst out with vigorous vitality.

"I haven't seen the real starry sky. Yuecheng can't see it, and I don't have an astronomical telescope." Qi Lin said: "From now on, when I have money, I will buy one and put it on the balcony. I also want to Go to plateaus and islands where there are no people, and where there is no light pollution, you can see the galaxy."