Hey, fate

During the dinner that day, after the school bell rang, some of the students left the classroom one after another, some stayed in the class to read and write notes, and some two people gathered together to chat in a low voice. A rare and interesting thing in a boring life.

The sound of the radio came faintly from outside the window—the radio station now has new blood, and there are no third-year students in high school anymore.

The closer the college entrance examination is, the clearer most people's positioning is, and they all know what they want to do.

But Chang Cheng came to Xie Feng with the papers he just taught in class. He put the papers neatly on Xie Feng's desk, touched the back of his head and said, "Hey, Brother Feng, please help me with a question. I'm not ashamed to ask." Teacher is so simple."

Xie Feng was planning to write the wrong questions that he hadn't finished sorting out, so he had to take Chang Cheng's paper to help him read the wrong questions, "'If you are sincere, you will succeed, but if you are not sincere, you will not be effective.' This means...you choose C... ...an objective idealism that sees the world as an externalization of the absolute spirit..."

Xie Feng frowned, thinking about how to explain this typical question that he had done many times in common language.

It took him a while to look at Chang Cheng's expectant eyes, and decided to encourage him first: "Look at the key words, 'heart' is spirit, that is idealism, that's right."

He took a pen and pointed at the topic, "You can understand it this way, the heart is a person, a person is yourself, and you are subjective, so you should choose D'subjective idealism that exaggerates the active role of consciousness'-objective idealism is God. Things like Jesus and Buddha, do you understand?"

Chang Cheng suddenly realized and nodded, took the paper and annotated it, and kept muttering, "Heart equals people... People equal subjective ideals..."

Xie Feng looked at it and explained it to him, and he was also in a good mood. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, then spread out his notebook, flipped through the paper, found the wrong question that had been marked, and glanced at Chang Cheng from the corner of his eye. Unhurried writing on the hand: "You have been active a lot recently."

After finishing that question, Chang Cheng flipped through Xie Feng's pen holder boringly when he was free, and answered without answering: "Yeah, I haven't figured out the basic question yet, and I'm going to the exam room soon." , so it’s not a problem.”

Xie Feng sneered: "Come on, it's not Kong Ge who is urging you, so you won't ask me questions. I don't know you—why aren't you two together today?"

Chang Cheng chuckled: "You don't know, it's popular among girls to go jogging at night to lose weight, hey——by the way, are you and An Jia doing well?"

"Is it going well or not? It's been almost a year. I've become an old man, and I'm still in love."

"Hey, listening to your tone, you are unwilling to be mediocre, looking for some excitement?"

"Go away, we will always have passion."

"My god, can your old arms and legs bear it?"

"If you talk nonsense again, I will destroy you."

Chang Cheng accepted the joke, elongated his voice, and sighed, "Time flies so fast, it's been almost a year."

Xie Feng was still busy with his own affairs, Chang Cheng's words were heard again, but he didn't take it seriously, "Are you hurting the spring and the autumn?"

Xie Feng turned over the paper with his head down, cut a piece of tape and pasted it on the important content, then tore it off, the words were printed on the tape, and then pasted the tape on the notebook, the transfer was completed perfectly, saving the need for further The trouble of copying it again.

Chang Cheng watched his series of operations, saying that he had never seen them before, his eyes widened, and he said in admiration, "This operation is awesome."

Xie Feng glanced at him in the gap between writing notes, "Thanks to the poor quality of our paper, the ink is easy to fall off, if it weren't for your old man who slept on the paper and printed the words on his face, it wouldn't inspire me .” He said with joy, “This is Xie’s printing technique.”

Chang Cheng immediately cupped his hands in a gesture of worship, "See the master!"

Xie Feng waved his hand, "There is no need to do such a big gift."

There are relatively few people in the class, and the two of them speak in a low voice. The overall situation is relatively quiet, which makes people calm down and study.

So Chang Cheng took advantage of this moment to ask all the questions that he didn't understand in the previous section. In his words, I don't expect to get a few points for advanced questions, just know how to do the basics.

It's a good idea to find your own position.

Tilting his head all the time to give Chang Cheng the topic, after Xie Feng felt his neck was stiff, he turned his head and moved around.

After draining the blood of the selfless and dedicated proletariat, Chang Cheng went out to find cronies and form cliques. Xie Feng lamented that the world had deteriorated and morality had deteriorated.

An Jia appeared at the door at the right time, and waved a thick notebook in his hand to signal him to come out.

Xie Feng understood, closed the pen cap, opened a thick book, took out a dried leaf from it, and walked over.

An Jia was waiting for him on the railing outside the door with her back to the classroom, and she turned around when she heard Xie Feng's footsteps——his footsteps were very special, always procrastinating as if he couldn't lift them up, bringing them with the ground. The rustling sound of rubbing, although I have been walking with myself for a long time, I have changed a lot unconsciously, but the laziness that seems to be always unhurried and unique to Xie Feng in the footsteps is engraved in my bones , like the imprint of years, profound and meaningful.

An Jia was holding the note in one hand and flipping through it with the other. The red pen was clamped between the index finger and the middle finger, which inexplicably reminded Xie Feng of An Jia smoking a cigarette. It was the same posture, the same charm, and the same charm.

An Jia flipped and asked, "Last night, I picked a few sample questions for you that you didn't know how to write last night. You can take a look at the process and ask me if you don't understand anything."

Xie Fengshun stuffed the leaves in his hand into the plastic cover on the outside of the notebook, looked through them carefully with An Jia's hand, pointed to a certain place and asked, "I still don't understand much here, please explain it later."

An Jia held the page that Xie Feng turned to with one hand, and lifted the title page with the other hand to look at the leaf. It was a sycamore leaf, on which Xie Feng carefully wrote "I like you" with a soft pen. The blessing made the always sharp pen reveal five points of lingering and three points of lingering in order to accommodate the fragile leaves, and the remaining two points are the inhumane feelings between lovers.

An Jia smiled, turned back to the page pointed by Xie Feng, and tirelessly explained the difficult and boring geometry problem to him.

For those who have reached An Jia's level, solving problems is no longer a problem for them. What they need is to continuously increase the speed of doing problems, and let those steps and methods directly hit the answers quickly and accurately like conditioned reflexes when doing problems.

This process is actually very boring and boring. The challenge and unknownness of solving the problem has been worn away. Just repeating the same procedure every day is inevitably boring.

However, An Jia has Xie Feng, a wonderful person who is always fresh in his eyes, and it is full of challenges to answer strange questions for him every day. In the process, it also makes him guard against arrogance and impetuosity and constantly lay a solid foundation, flipping through the textbooks every day and thinking It is more interesting to interpret and re-deduce those basic formulas for Xie Feng in plain language than to do ten sets of finale questions selected by the teacher.

"Wait a minute, how does this auxiliary line work here?" Xie Feng pointed at the question, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"First of all, you have to observe what this composite figure looks like, and whether there are any figures that you have been taught in it. Try to rely on simple basic figures such as parallelograms and special triangles." An Jia drew a few thicker lines and continued, "Look, if you connect them together, it becomes a parallelogram, right? Then you can use the parallelogram theorem, and then you can prove that lines and surfaces are parallel, and surfaces are parallel."

Xie Feng took the book and looked at it seriously, An Jia put away the pen, looked at him, and added, "If it is a three-dimensional figure, you should think in the direction of a cuboid, a pyramid, etc. This is the same for these kinds of questions. People will not come up with a graph that has not been learned, and that kind of question is meaningless."

It took a long time to hear Xie Feng whispering, "When I first saw this picture, it looked like a starfish that was sprawled all over the place...I couldn't imagine what it could look like at all...What should I do?"

An Jia really wanted to laugh when he heard his description: "Why don't you think about me?" His original intention was to let Xie Feng think about the hand feeling he had learned from so many questions that he usually taught him, but Xie Feng wanted to go astray on purpose. , no one recruited.

Xie Feng raised his eyebrows with interest, and said "Oh" meaningfully, "You? This posture is not very good, it attracts people to commit crimes."

An Jia and Xie Feng have been together for a long time, and they have developed a little resistance to his behavior of speeding from time to time, but that little resistance is still defeated in front of the veteran driver who is skilled in driving and can drive anytime and anywhere. Like a mountain falling.

He immediately understood what Xie Feng was talking about, and his face became hot immediately, "What are you talking about?"

Xie Feng went back seriously, and jokingly looked at An Jia's somewhat at a loss, and said playfully, "Huh? I'm talking about something."

When he spoke, the ending sound was deliberately raised, and for a while, he brought out some seemingly seductive, but his expression was quite innocent. An Jia silently recited "Amitabha Buddha" three times in her heart, and begged the Buddha to let him go. It was the Buddha who saw his insincerity and punished him to face even greater temptation:

Xie Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of laziness, which seemed to be winking like silk. His voice was not as deep and melodious as An Jia's, but had the bright and bright tone of a teenager. He used this frank The frank voice said something not very serious, "Teacher An?"

An Jia wanted to avoid Xie Feng's gaze for a moment, although she knew that he did it on purpose, but that look...is really pretty.

He is like a cat who has to do his best to behave well, never knowing what new tricks he hides under his lazy appearance that can catch you.

But I still couldn't help but be fascinated by him every time, why would I be willing to scold him, so I had to be willing to fall into his trap every time, over and over again, never tired of it.

An Jia glanced around from the corner of her eye. Although there was no one around, the noise of the crowd was not far away, and there was the deliberate temptation of someone on top of her heart, making An Jia immersed in the tension and excitement of cheating.

I want him to stop making trouble, and I want him to look at him more with that kind of eyes. I am in a dilemma, in a dilemma.

An Jia concealed that she turned her head to clear her throat, and squeezed Xie Feng's wrist indiscriminately, "Okay, don't make a fuss, as long as you understand."

Xie Feng paid attention to An Jia's various little actions, and felt that he was awkward and frank, so cute that there was no reason for him.

Xie Feng couldn't bear to tease him any more, seeing that the time was almost up, he just put away his notebook and patted his shoulder, "Oh, look at your collar is messed up, help you fix it."——It's already summer, what An Jia wore It's a custom-made class uniform, just a simple short-sleeved one, where there is no collar, it's just an excuse for him to eat tofu.

On An Jia's neck was the warm touch of Xie Feng's hand. When that hand left his neck, he touched his collarbone, and he really took advantage of it.An Jia saw that he was showing a sly smile like a stealing cat, and couldn't get angry, so she stroked his hair, "I know how to mess around."

Xie Feng was dissatisfied with his tone, so he drove him away, "It's like coaxing a child all day long, how old you are, just pretend to be old!"

An Jia had already reached the stairs, and when she heard the words, she turned her head and smiled, Xie Feng could see clearly the mouth shape he made from a distance, "Baby, brother loves you."

Immediately panicked.

Xie Feng felt that he was really worthless, full of flirtatious talk, and proudly pinpointed An Jia's soft spots every time, but every time An Jia's well-behaved love words, which seemed to be copied from somewhere, could captivate him. It's a big move, and a song "We People, I'm So Happy Today" will pop up every minute, which is really insulting to the gentleness of scholars.

However, An Jia's heart is all An Jia's, and it has long been out of his control. Dance as you like.

He is happy to let it go.

There are still 14 days until the college entrance examination.

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