Dead zone

Playing the piano is nice, isn't it nice? "

"Not very good." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Fang Yingzhen, you stinky fart!" Yaoyao tugged his ears again, and urged, "Let's go."

After sending Yaoyao to my aunt's house, having a meal with her and playing speed games with her for a while, Fang Yingzhen looked at the time, and before he knew it, it was almost nine o'clock.

"Brother Zhenzhen, if you don't want to go home, I can let you live in my small room." Yaoyao said suddenly while sitting on the floor with Lego.

"Who said I don't want to go home." Fang Yingzhen smiled and handed her the remaining parts.

Yaoyao didn't raise her head: "Mom said so."

It just so happened that my aunt came in with a fruit plate and opened the door, glaring at Yaoyao: "Peng Yao, don't talk nonsense!"

"It's okay," Fang Yingzhen got up, "Auntie, don't worry about me, I have a good life at home."

My aunt sighed, and touched his shoulder: "If you really don't want to go home, live here for as long as you want."

"Thank you, auntie," Fang Yingzhen smiled, "I'm really fine."

Coming out of the subway station, Fang Yingzhen received a call from Fang Fuying.

"Yingzhen, Dad is on a business trip, let me tell you." Fang Fuying said.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen said.

In fact, he could have asked, isn't it tomorrow? Why did he leave today, and it would become something Fang Fuying could go on talking about.

But Fang Yingzhen did not.

After so many years of life mixed with estrangement, he has long lost the desire to communicate and share with Fang Fuying.

Fang Fuying was silent for a while, then said: "Then take good care of yourself, don't get angry with Aunt Zhang Jing, and don't have conflicts with Tong Li."

"Understood." Fang Yingzhen kicked away a small stone on the side of the road.

Fang Fuying had nothing to say, and finally hung up the phone.

Fang Yingzhen stood downstairs in his own house, looked up, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness that he didn't belong.He went upstairs sullenly and opened the door.

"Wang!"

There was a crisp bark.

Fang Yingzhen was taken aback, and without taking off half of his shoes, he sat down on the ground.

A dark thing ran over on short legs and sniffed his feet.

Day, what is it?

Fang Yingzhen took a look, and it turned out that it was just a fight.

It's a real fight, not a little turtle fight.

"Leilei!" Immediately afterwards, he heard Tongli shout.

What kind of taste, this name is a bitch.

Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, stretched out his arms to pick up little Fadou, and then stood up from the ground.

"You..." Tong Li who ran over saw him, his face changed suddenly, "It..."

"What?" Fang Yingzhen frowned.

The kitchen door was pulled open, and Zhang Jing hurried out, with the same expression as Tong Li.

Fang Yingzhen was a little puzzled.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Tong Li whispering: "I brought Lei Lei home to raise, can you keep it a secret for me, and don't tell uncle?"

36

Fang Fuying doesn't like dogs.

Fang Yingzhen knew this, and he never had a conflict with him because of this matter, because he himself had no interest in raising kittens and puppies, and found it troublesome.

Raising one of his own is trouble enough.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, and reached out to touch Xiao Fadou's back, it was soft and cute.

Tong Li squatted on the ground and glanced at him cautiously: "His name is Leilei."

Fang Yingzhen lifted Leilei up and looked down: "Isn't this a little male dog?"

"I know." Tong Li said sullenly.

Lei Lei whimpered, and arched her little butt into Fang Yingzhen's palm.Fang Yingzhen picked it up and put it on his lap.

"So why don't you complain to uncle," Tong Li looked at him pitifully, "I really want to raise him."

"Isn't this the best time you have treated me since we met?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

Tong Li blushed and said nothing.

Zhang Jing came over with a small bowl, and said softly, "It's time for the puppy to eat. I checked it, and it seems that it can't eat too hard things. I soaked some millet and milk."

Fang Yingzhen put Leilei on the ground, the little thing smelled it, and ran to eat.

"If you don't tell uncle," Tong Li suddenly raised his head, as if he had made up his mind, "I will reconcile with you, and I won't make trouble in the future."

"I don't care." Fang Yingzhen leaned back on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table.

"..." Tong Li turned to look at Zhang Jing, "Mom, look at him..."

"You can communicate with your brother yourself about this matter, and mom can't help you." Zhang Jing said and walked away.

Tong Li was anxious and angry, stomped his feet, pouted his mouth high, and looked like he was refusing to give in.

Fang Yingzhen was in a good mood admiring his performance.

After a while, he yawned and got up from the sofa to go upstairs when Tong Li suddenly grabbed his clothes corner: "Fang Yingzhen!"

Fang Yingzhen turned his head and looked at him lazily.

"Please, please," he whispered.

"What did you say?" Fang Yingzhen raised an eyebrow.

"I said I beg you!" Tong Li blushed.

Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue: "Is the attitude of asking for help so bad?"

"Brother... Please..."

Tong Li looked like he was about to cry, Fang Yingzhen nodded with a suppressed smile, "Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you, as for how to hide it, it's up to you. Anyway, Fang Fuying will come back next week, so don't blame me for revealing it."

Tong Li suddenly became happy, wiped his eyes, and hummed heavily.

"Can you let go?" Fang Yingzhen looked down at his paws pulling his clothes.

Tong Li quickly let go, Fang Yingzhen walked upstairs, and Lei Lei, who was still working hard, suddenly raised her head when she heard the sound, and ran towards him frantically.

Unfortunately, my legs are too short to climb up the steps.

"What are you doing?" Fang Yingzhen squatted on the steps, looking at the little milk dog struggling to pull the steps.

Lei Lei whimpered, her two little paws waving towards him.

"Why does it like you so much?" Tong Li frowned, "It doesn't pay much attention to me."

Fang Yingzhen smiled and hugged Lei Lei.

"Are you willing to give this dog to me?" He asked Tongli.

"No!" Tong Li shouted anxiously.

Fang Yingzhen was so teased by him that he put Leilei back on the ground and patted her butt: "Go find your brother."

Tong Li trotted over a few steps, carefully hugged Lei Lei into his arms, and looked up at him: "Thank you, Fang Yingzhen."

"Stop it, I've got goosebumps all over my body," Fang Yingzhen said.

The New Year's Day holiday slipped by so fast, and in a blink of an eye there was only the last day left.

My aunt called again, saying that Yaoyao had lost her temper and refused to go to school, so she had to be sent to see her off.

Fang Yingzhen agreed to hang up the phone, feeling like a bright mirror in his heart.

Yaoyao is more mature than ordinary children, and it is very rare for him to lose his temper and miss school. This is probably planned by his aunt and Yaoyao together to give him a birthday surprise.

Sure enough, as soon as Fang Yingzhen pushed the door, there was a shower of fireworks.

"Brother Zhenzhen is surprised!" Yaoyao threw away the little fireworks and rushed forward.

"Hey, hello," Fang Yingzhen hugged her up, "Isn't my birthday still a while away?"

"I've figured it out, your birthday is on Monday and you can't get out of school," my aunt and uncle came over holding the cake, "so I'll give you a little early."

"Sure enough, it's my aunt," Fang Yingzhen sighed, "I'm so touched."

"Fang Yingzhen," my uncle smiled and took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "I don't know what you like, so I didn't buy it."

Fang Yingzhen gave him a thumbs up: "You don't need to buy it, this one is very good, I like the real thing."

Uncle smiled and pointed at him.

I gave Fang Yingzhen an early birthday, Yaoyao was supposed to go to school, she was urged by her aunt to pack up, the little kid seemed a bit reluctant, Fang Yingzhen offered to send her there, Yaoyao became happy again, and went all the way to the kindergarten Everyone in the car was humming softly.

"Brother Zhenzhen." Yaoyao was quiet for a while, sat up from the child seat, and shook his arm, "Do you want to listen to me tell you the story of Teacher Renminbi?"

"No." Fang Yingzhen looked at her with his chin propped up.

Yaoyao hummed: "Oh, listen up."

"Tell me." Fang Yingzhen smiled.

"Teacher Yuan is very kind to us, he is super super super super super super handsome," Yaoyao said five super super super in one breath, looking forward to it, "He can also play the piano, he is the coolest teacher I have ever met !"

Auntie was driving in front, took a look at Yaoyao from the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "She is talking about a teaching assistant, who came to help out temporarily, she looks quite young, but she has really good management skills, and everything she does is organized."

"Yes, our Renminbi teacher is the best." Yaoyao said.

Fang Yingzhen smiled and touched her head.

When the car arrived at the gate of the kindergarten, Fang Yingzhen got out of the car and helped Yaoyao carry the luggage.

"I'm going to be locked in again." Yaoyao looked at the gate and sighed.

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense." Auntie said.

They came earlier, many children hadn't arrived yet, my aunt went to the dormitory with the suitcase, Yaoyao and Fang Yingzhen stayed in the classroom.

The little boy couldn't sit still for a while, so he came over and dragged Fang Yingzhen: "Brother, let's go see Teacher Renminbi."

"Ah?" Fang Yingzhen looked confused.

"Go, I want to see the handsome guy, he must be in the music classroom." Yaoyao dragged him and ran out the door.

Fang Yingzhen was dragged by Yaoyao to the door of a classroom. The door of the classroom was ajar, and the intermittent sound of the piano came out.

Fang Yingzhen looked inside through the crack of the door.

The man was wearing a dark black down jacket, with his long legs crossed casually and half sitting in the sun, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The face was unclear due to the light, but the outline was inexplicably familiar.

The music paused.

He lowered his head, as if slowly identifying the keys with his fingers.

After a while, he lazily closed his eyelids, raised his head boredly, and Fang Yingzhen saw his face clearly.

Then I was stunned.

It's...Jiang Gan.

The sound of the piano played again, still a very weird melody, a little smoother than before.

Yaoyao held her breath and listened for a while, then suddenly said loudly: "Shu Shu!"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Fang Yingzhen was also startled, turned to look, and a girl who was about the same age as Yaoyao ran over: "Yaoyao!"

When Yaoyao met a good friend, she temporarily forgot about the handsome teacher, and went to play with him, leaving only Fang Yingzhen standing at the door.

The man closed the piano cover, stood up, looked up and saw Fang Yingzhen's face, and stood there in a daze.

Jiang Gan took away the unlit cigarette from his mouth with a surprised expression.

"You..." After a long silence, Fang Yingzhen said, "Are you Yaoyao's teacher?"

"Peng Yao?" Jiang Gan asked.

"...Hmm." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

"The job Han Li introduced was just to help out during weekends and holidays," Jiang Gan said.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen nodded again, and then couldn't help snickering.

Jiang Gan found out and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Just, I think it's a coincidence, every time." Fang Yingzhen smiled again as he spoke.

Jiang Gan stared at him for a while, then smiled.

There is a balcony outside the music classroom, Jiang Gan pushed open the door and walked out, Fang Yingzhen followed.

"Do you want it?" Jiang Gan bit the cigarette again and handed him a new one.

Fang Yingzhen shook his head.

Jiang Gan glanced at him, put the cigarette case back into his pocket, and took out the lighter to light a cigarette.Just as the flame was halfway up, Fang Yingzhen suddenly came over and blew out the fire with a bang.

Jiang Gan turned to look at him.

"You played with me like this last time," Fang Yingzhen narrowed his eyes, with a mischievous smile on his lips, "Forgot?"

Jiang Gan ignored him and continued to light his cigarette. Fang Yingzhen blew out his flame in one breath.

"There is no end." Jiang Gan said in a low voice.

"It's not over," Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, "There's only one left."

Jiang Gan sighed, took down the cigarette, and turned to stare at him.

Fang Yingzhen's gloating face froze: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why can't you look at it?" Jiang Gan lazily rolled his eyelids, and looked closer at him.

The setting sun dyed Jiang Gan's face with a light orange light.With the addition of filters, Jiang Gan's facial features appear softer, not as cold as usual, but a little inexplicably kind.

Fang Yingzhen came back to his senses, Jiang Gan was already smoking on his own, and blew two or three billowing smoke rings out of the balcony, one after another, they disappeared into the air.

"Smoking?" Jiang Gan glanced at him.

Fang Yingzhen nodded subconsciously.

Jiang Gan handed over the half-smoked cigarette.

Fang Yingzhen took it, and the filter tip was a little wet from Jiang Gan's bite. He put it to his mouth and tasted a little bitter.

"What's the name of that song just now?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

Jiang Gan rested his arms on the railing, squinting at the setting sun in the distance: "I play randomly, and I can play different tunes every time."

"It's a bit special." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

Jiang Gan smiled: "Every time I play like this, it seems like I can go back to my childhood."

"Back to childhood?" Fang Yingzhen looked at him.

"I can't tell." Jiang Gan took the cigarette from his mouth, pinched it and threw it into the trash can aside, "Let's go, the kids are going to have evening classes, it's time to go in."

After Yaoyao finished talking with her good friend, she remembered Fang Yingzhen, ran over quickly, and smiled when she saw Jiang Gan: "Brother Zhenzhen, do you know Mr. Renminbi?"

"Yaoyao," Jiang Gan knelt down and looked at her, "My name is not RMB, but Jiang Gan."

Fang Yingzhen almost didn't laugh when he saw his serious look.

Yaoyao rubbed her head: "But I can't write your name."

Jiang Gan sighed, grabbed her little hand, and wrote in her palm: "Don't call me RMB in the future, just call me Jiang Gan."

"Oh." Yaoyao nodded.

Fang Yingzhen watched from the side, and patted Jiang Gan on the shoulder: "You are very patient, and you will definitely be a very good father in the future."

Jiang Gan stood up and glanced at him blankly: "Not everyone likes to be a father everywhere like you. I am patient because the principal pays my salary."

Fang Yingzhen didn't know what to say for a while, so he gave him a thumbs up.

"..." Jiang Gan pressed his thumb back blankly.

37

After the evening class, it was time for dinner. Peng Yao had a good meal early, and brought a large white paper over to ask Jiang Gan to make an origami airplane for her.

"Our Brother Zhenzhen is so squeamish," Peng Yao squatted on the side, vividly, "Once he used a stapler to staple his fingers, howling for a long time, Dad wanted to give it to him, but he still refused to pull it out. He had to be sent to the hospital."

Jiang Gan smiled, folded the white paper in his hand, and thought about Fang Yingzhen's usual appearance: "It's actually okay."

"It's actually okay?" Peng Yao was puzzled, "You don't know my brother, how do you know it's okay?"

Jiang Gan didn't speak, and handed her the folded paper airplane.

"Thank you!" Peng Yao took it with a smile on her face, and after playing for a while, she came over and said, "Jiang Gan, do you play speed?"

"Mobile games?" Jiang Gan asked.

Peng Yao nodded heavily: "Well! Can you take me to play, paper airplanes are not as fun as flying cars."

"Kids, don't play games." Jiang Gan touched her head.

"But Brother Zhenzhen took me to play. Brother Zhenzhen is very good at flying cars. His number is in the thirties!" The child said with a pout.

Jiang Gan sighed and said, "Don't imitate him."

Jiang Gan went back to the office to get his things after following the life teacher to arrange all the children to sleep.

Teacher Xinxin, who was sitting across from him, knocked on his table with a cup of tea and smiled: "Jiang Gan, you are like a daddy now, do you know that?"

Jiang Gan hummed, and tidied up the table absent-mindedly.

Teacher Xinxin was a little embarrassed, and knocked on his desk again: "Hey, you are not angry, are you? I was joking with you."

"Why are you angry?" Jiang Gan looked up at her in confusion.

"...Nothing." She waved her hand.

I didn't listen to her talk just now.

Jiang Gan packed his bag, opened the door of the office and walked out.

The cell phone in his pocket rang after a few seconds. He stood still in place, froze for a while, then took out the cell phone and picked it up.

"Jiang Gan," the uncle's voice sounded exhausted, "Feng Yue represented you in court today, he did a good job, and the result has come out."

Jiang Gan didn't speak, listening to some heavy breathing over there.

"Three years." Uncle said.

After a long time, Jiang Gan said: "Okay."

"Jiang Gan, uncle still wants to have a good chat with you, look..."

"Do you think I'm abnormal?" Jiang Gan interrupted him.

There was silence for a while: "Of course not."

"Then don't interfere," Jiang Gan's voice suddenly turned cold, "I called you uncle, but I only called you for less than two years."

"Jiang Gan..."

Jiang Gan hung up the phone quickly, in order not to let himself say more hurtful words uncontrollably.

He held the phone tightly, took a deep breath slowly, and stood for a while before he had the strength to continue walking.

The relationship between Fang Yingzhen and Tong Li at home has been greatly eased because of a little French fight, or in other words, pretended to be eased.

"Why?" Tong Li stood opposite Fang Yingzhen holding the dog food bowl.

"What why?" Fang Yingzhen touched little Fadou's head and glanced at him.

Tong Li pouted: "Just...why does Tong Leilei only cling to you and not me? Obviously I am its owner!"

"Because you gave it a name it doesn't like very much, right?" Fang Yingzhen said.

"Light what?" Tong Li was confused.

"Dan Dan," Fang Yingzhen said with a smirk, "I gave Leilei a new name."

"Fuck!" Tong Li yelled, "No!"

"Why, didn't I tell you that children should not be fucking dirty..."

"You can't call it Dandan! It's called Tong Leilei!" Tong Li was furious, "I'm its real father!"

Fang Yingzhen laughed to death: "You are my dear father, are you only fighting?"

"You..." Tong Li was about to die of anger, and because his own son didn't dare to mess with Fang Yingzhen.

Fang Yingzhen was in a better mood, and clapped his hands towards Xiao Fadou: "Come here lightly, come here, come here."

Little Fadou accepted his new name very well, so he ran over without hesitation.

"See?" Fang Yingzhen looked at Tongli.

"...It's called Tong Leilei!" Tong Li yelled at him, making his ears tremble.

Fang Yingzhen poked out his ears and said calmly, "Ban Dan."

"Lei Lei!"

"Faint."

"Lei Lei!"

"Faint."

"bud......"

"I told Fang Fuying to go."

"Okay, faint."

Fang Yingzhen was dying of laughter, teasing children was more fun than teasing Jiang Gan.

Hey, I haven't seen Jiang Gan for a long time, it's a long holiday.

Oh I just saw it this afternoon.

......

Fang Yingzhen was shocked to find that he actually missed the days of talking with Jiang Gan at the front and back tables.

......

In the past few days, he didn't even miss Lin Chao and Yao Yuan, but he actually missed Jiang Gan a little bit?

???

why?

why why why......

Fang Yingzhen was half confused, and found that Tong Li and Dan Dan were both looking at him in confusion.

"...It's nothing," Fang Yingzhen shook his hand, "You guys play, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

Jiang Gan took a cold shower, got out all wet, wiped it carelessly, and rolled on the bed.

Trapped in the soft dark blue quilt, but not sleepy at all.

Jiang Gan turned over, took the phone, and saw a message from Han Li on the screen.

[Han Dali]: That's it, my ex-girlfriend...I want to ask you for a favor as a Taobao live broadcast seller

[JQ]: The one that splashed you with water?

Han Li replied in seconds: You haven't slept yet, isn't it the other one who mainly sells nail polish.....

[JQ]: Looking for me?

[Han Dali]: Your hands are pretty, and you don’t need to show your face, just show your hands, but if you show your face, people will recognize it

[JQ]: yes

[Han Dali]:? ?Agreed so quickly, am I right?

[JQ]: Then I refuse

[Han Dali]: Hey, don’t be wrong, how about the nursery school?

[JQ]: OK

[JQ]: It was only after I went there that I found out that the head teacher of the second class is your girlfriend

[Han Dali]: [/shy/shy]

[JQ]: You are an otaku, why do you have girlfriends all over the world?

[Han Dali]: ... gun

Jiang Gan put down his phone and lay down again.

Close your eyes and sleep.he said to himself.

But nothing works.The insomnia was fierce, and many things that had been lurking in the dark part of my mind during the day came out involuntarily.

The second time Jiang Gan opened his eyes was two o'clock in the morning.

Still no sleepiness.

The weird melody in my head is like suspended space debris, which is annoying and can't be driven away.The insomnia has improved a lot in the past month, and I don't know why it happened again tonight.

Jiang Gan sat up, the sudden suffocation made him gasp in the dark.

After sitting for a while, Jiang Gan turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed with bare feet, opened the door, stood in the corridor for a few minutes, and entered the study opposite.

The study room was designed by him himself. It is simple and clear. There is a thick gray carpet on the floor behind the stacked bookshelves.Jiang Gan didn't turn on the light, groped in the dark, sat cross-legged on the blanket, and leaned his head against the bookshelf behind him.

There is a bay window that is rarely used in front of it, and some light from outside comes in and falls on the edge of the blanket.

Jiang Gan stretched his hand back, and took out a thick notebook from the bottom of the bookshelf.

It's been a while, I haven't written for a long time.There was also a pen inside.

Jiang Gan took the pen and drew a few strokes on the paper, but he was still able to write.But I don't want to write.

Taking advantage of the weak light, he casually flipped through a few pages, then closed it again, and stuffed the book back under the shelf.

The long vacation was over, and the grade department temporarily decided to hold another small monthly exam.

It was a surprise attack, and the students were naturally caught off guard. Even a lazy student boy like Shen Yan woke up early in the cafeteria while flipping through books and peeling tea eggs.

But no matter how busy I was, I was numb after a day of exams.

Fang Yingzhen turned his head and looked at the empty seat behind him, Jiang Gan still didn't go to evening self-study.Shen Yan, who was at the same table, was lying on the table, staring at a math paper in a daze.

"Isn't the math exam over?" Fang Yingzhen took out the draft paper under his chin. There was no draft on the draft paper, but a long list of names.

Shen Lie Shen Lie Shen Lie Shen Lie.

"Who is it?" Fang Yingzhen asked.

Shen Yan came back to his senses in a jerk, snatched the draft paper, crumpled it up and threw it on the desk.

Fang Yingzhen was taken aback by him: "What's wrong with you, Xiaobao?"

"No..." Shen Yan gave him a guilty look, then shook his head feebly.

Probably because the papers during the day were too difficult, and the people around were generally depressed, which made Fang Yingzhen feel bad.Lin Chao swayed over from next night's self-study: "Go over the wall and go online, shall we?"

"What internet?" Fang Yingzhen packed his schoolbag, "You don't know there is an exam tomorrow."

"I know, I'm panicked." Lin Chao said.

"Hold on." Fang Yingzhen glanced at him.

Back home, Fang Yingzhen simply took a shower and climbed into bed.

After a day of exams, although most of the questions are not enough and use up a lot of brain cells, it is still quite tiring.Fang Yingzhen's eyelids were heavy, and he stared at the phone for a while, then involuntarily reached out and opened Jiang Gan's circle of friends.

It's still Diary of Raising Turtles.

All kinds of things stopped last week and haven't been updated for many days.

Fang Yingzhen yawned, not reconciled to falling asleep like this, and continued to scroll down, flipping through, finger sick, and suddenly clicked a thumbs up on a circle of friends.

"..."

Fang Yingzhen woke up from the fright, sat up suddenly from the bed, and the speed of light canceled the praise.

But it's too late.

The news over there has jumped out.

[JQ]: Are you okay?

38

Are you alright?

Fang Yingzhen stared at this emotionless sentence for a long time, and shook his fingers, not knowing what to reply.

Jiang Gan over there quickly sent another question mark.

"..."

Fang Yingzhen suddenly had an idea, and snapped back: "I can't understand the last question of the math test this morning, can you teach me?"

[JQ]: Is that parabola?

Fang Yingzhen didn’t remember what was said in the last question, but he quickly echoed: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, that’s right.”

[JQ]: Which of the three questions do you not know?

[You fall]: none...no

The opposite side didn't input again for a long time, Fang Yingzhen guessed that the academic master couldn't stand his scumbag attributes and had already left.He breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, the ding ding dong dong sound of the WeChat phone suddenly rang.

Fang Yingzhen was taken aback. Seeing that it was Jiang Gan, he frantically turned over the bedside table to find the earphones and put them on: "Hello, hello?"

"Fang Yingzhen," Jiang Gan called his name, "I can't understand these three questions just by typing, so I will speak to you."

"...Oh." Fang Yingzhen nodded.

Jiang Gan didn't say any more nonsense, and started to talk about the question directly: "The first question is more basic, you use the square difference formula to represent..."

Jiang Gan talked about the three small questions for a total of 10 minutes. Fang Yingzhen didn't understand a word here, and was forced to pour all kinds of mathematical terms and formulas into his ears, and at the same time pretended to understand it from time to time. He hummed twice on the phone.

"So the final answer is -1." Jiang Gan said.

"Oh——" Fang Yingzhen suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

Jiang Gan was silent for a while and asked, "Understand?"

"Almost." Fang Yingzhen said.

Jiang Gan hummed, and said again: "Actually, I did this question in the weekly test last week, but it was changed a bit. I'll find out that question and explain it to you..."

"No need..." Fang Yingzhen shouted softly.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, haha."

The sound of flipping the book sounded from Jiang Gan's side, and Fang Yingzhen wanted to cry but had no tears.

A few seconds later, Jiang Qian's voice re-entered his ears.

Fang Yingzhen sighed silently, put the phone to his ear, and slowly got under the quilt.The quilt was soft, and the drowsiness that had started not long ago gradually returned.

In addition... Jiang Qiannian's voice was a little low, softer than usual, as if he was coaxing people, it was very comfortable to listen to, and made his whole body relax.

Fang Yingzhen couldn't control it, closed his eyelids, tilted his head slowly, and fell asleep.

"..."

Halfway through Jiang Gan's presentation of the equation, the other party's even breathing sound came from the microphone.

"Fang Yingzhen?" He called out tentatively.

The sound of breathing is still even, and it sounds like I have slept well.

Jiang Gan looked down at the draft paper he had written on the coffee table, covered the pen expressionlessly, and hung up the phone.

Fadou stuck to the glass jar, poking his head out to look at him.

Jiang Gan and it looked at each other for a while, and asked it: "Is the topic boring or am I boring?"

Fadou retracted into the shell.

Jiang Gan sat and thought for a few minutes by himself, and he finally understood something.

It should be that the topic of the lecture and myself are very boring.

Fang Yingzhen woke up the next day, remembered what happened before going to bed, and went to school with great shame.Fortunately, the monthly exam is not over yet, and there is another day's exam today. In the morning, most people stay in the exam room, and it is rare to see Jiang Gan.

However, there is a lunch break at noon, and the two still have to meet.

Everyone lay down at the table to sleep or review in the morning, and the classroom was as quiet as a morgue.Fang Yingzhen turned around lightly, intending to apologize to Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan didn't sleep, he was still reading, Fang Yingzhen peeked at it, and this schoolmaster was actually reading... "Egger".

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was right.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Gan found him.

"I thought you were reviewing," Fang Yingzhen said angrily, pointing to his book, "Why are you reading this?"

"Liang Zhi's."

Jiang Gan was about to collect the book, but was suppressed by Fang Yingzhen, "Hey, don't lie down and sleep, wait a minute."

"I didn't sleep. I'm doing chemistry problems. I have an exam in the afternoon." Jiang Gan said.

"Then wait a while." Fang Yingzhen continued to press the book and looked up at him, "I have something to tell you."

"Don't you fall asleep listening to me, and still talk to me?" Jiang Gan also looked at him.

Fang Yingzhen's heart: @#$%^&^%&, Jiang Gan is actually angry, it's over.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Gan asked a little impatiently, "Should I say it?"

"Just, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." Fang Yingzhen also said in a low voice.

"Oh." Jiang Gan glanced at him, thinking that Fang Yingzhen was very good at pretending to be wronged, and he pretended to be very similar, so he almost believed it.

"Then forgive me, Xueba?" Fang Yingzhen was cautious.

In fact, Jiang Gan was not very angry. To tell the truth, he didn't feel anything except a little inexplicable.But after Fang Yingzhen turned around and apologized specifically, Jiang Gan suddenly became a little angry again.

It's like being reminded suddenly.

"Not good." Jiang Gan became angry, so he refused.

"..." Fang Yingzhen covered his forehead, a little at a loss, "Then why aren't you angry?"

Jiang Gan looked at him, moved closer, smelled the peach smell he had become accustomed to, and said casually, "Why did you like my circle of friends so long ago, tell me."

If I had known it earlier, I would have admitted it directly last night!In the end, you don't have to be forced to ask!

Fang Yingzhen roared to himself in his heart, and squeezed out a polite smile: "My hand slipped, really."

"Then why do you want to read my circle of friends?" Jiang Gan stared at him.

"..." Fang Yingzhen Khan almost came out.

This brother is really the most typical of breaking the casserole and asking the end he has met in his more than ten years of life.

After a few seconds of silence, Fang Yingzhen said: "I also want to raise a tortoise, and I just want to read your diary of raising a tortoise for some advice, hahaha."

Jiang Gan nodded: "So that's the case, have you raised it yet?"

Fang Yingzhen: "...No."

"Then when will you raise it?" Jiang Gan asked.

"...you are free, free." Fang Yingzhen was perfunctory, feeling that lying to someone like Jiang Gan was simply making himself guilty.

Fortunately, Jiang Gan didn't grab him any more, and his mood seemed to gradually improve, and he even smiled.

"I'm not angry anymore," he added after laughing.

39

The results and ranking came out together the next day after the exam, and the speed of the attached middle school was frightening.

Fang Yingzhen's ranking this time is still bleak, but no one talks about him.

One is that Fang Fuying is away on a business trip, and the other is that his birthday is approaching, so my mother didn't care much for him to be happy.

"What birthday surprise?" Fang Yingzhen sat on the floor in the entrance and put on his shoes, asking lazily.

"Anyway, you just go and get it," my mother smiled on the phone, "You must like it, alas, I sent this express delivery on time, and it happened to arrive the day before Zhen's birthday."

Fang Yingzhen smiled: "Okay, I'll go out and get it."

His mother sent him a birthday present, and he didn't know what it was, but from his mother's tone, she was quite satisfied with the gift, so Fang Yingzhen began to look forward to it.

After hanging up the phone and putting on his shoes, he was about to go out when someone called him from behind.

Fang Yingzhen turned around and looked at Tongli: "Is there something wrong?"

Tong Li hugged Dan Dan, and took a few steps forward: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the supermarket opposite the neighborhood to pick up the courier, how?"

Tong Li snorted, and handed him the Dan Dan in his arms with a little awkwardness: "Then take it for a stroll, and by the way, I'll lend it to you for 10 minutes."

Fang Yingzhen took Dan Dan and glanced at him with a smile.

"What are you looking at?" Tong Li was a little embarrassed, and gave him something again, "Dog leash, don't let it run around.