Embrace the fragrance

Fang Wenrui tried his best not to move too much, but Qin Ming noticed his small movements immediately, "What are you looking at? Huh?" He lowered his voice, still unabated.

Fang Wenrui retracted his head immediately.

Qin Ming didn't let it go, pulled Fang Wenrui's paper, and said unbalancedly: "You read my part, why don't you allow me to read yours?"

Fang Wenrui didn't actually see the teacher's score just now.

Qin Ming turned Fang Wenrui's Chinese answer sheet to the back, glanced at the bright red score, and felt even more unbalanced, "How did this teacher give the score? It's too biased!"

His complaints were a bit loud for a while, Liu Yunfang stood on the podium and gave him a look of displeasure.

The person involved was neither hurt nor itchy, but Fang Wenrui was terrified, tore off a small piece of paper from the exercise book, wrote a sentence in a neat manner, and quietly handed it to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming had never done passing notes.It wasn't that he was concentrating in class, it was just that he had a thick skin and was not afraid of the teacher's name-calling and criticism. He always said what he wanted to say directly.

He took the note and inadvertently brushed Fang Wenrui's finger with his fingertips, feeling a sense of freshness spontaneously.

Fang Wenrui's handwriting is just like his own, dignified and beautiful, small and unique: After class, I will help you find out where the problems in your composition are.

Without even thinking about it, Qin Ming wrote under his words: Who cares about your help?

Fang Wenrui glanced at the note, a few grievances flashed in his eyes, and he didn't reply.

Qin Ming's face was full of clouds, so he stopped talking?What made him even more angry was that Fang Wenrui went to wipe the blackboard after Chinese get out of class, and walked out from the main entrance of the classroom after wiping the blackboard, presumably to go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

It was almost time for class, and Fang Wenrui walked back to his seat through the back door.

Qin Ming tugged at his slightly splashed cuffs.

Fang Wenrui looked at Qin Ming puzzled.

In his opinion, Qin Ming seemed a little frustrated. He scratched his hair, then threw a test paper to him, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you promise to help me read the essay after class?"

Fang Wenrui was stunned, and it took him a while to realize: "Ke Ke, didn't you say you don't care about it?"

"Who says it's not rare! It's written, it doesn't count!"

Fang Wenrui knew that Qin Ming's mouth could turn black into white, so he didn't argue with him, picked up Qin Ming's test paper and read it carefully.The class bell rang, which happened to be a self-study class, so Fang Wenrui continued to watch.

Qin Ming was not in a hurry to catch up with homework, Fang Wenrui looked at his flamboyant test paper, and he stared at Fang Wenrui's fair face.He saw Fang Wenrui's eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes sparkling, but his lips were slightly pursed, and he kicked Fang Wenrui's calf maliciously, "Is it so funny?"

Fang Wenrui had a hard time holding back his laughter, and Qin Ming gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it anymore when he asked, but he was afraid of disturbing others' study, so he tried his best to keep his laughter down, and didn't mention Qin Ming's typos and wrong sentences, just because he was "ingenious" The intention is enough to make Fang Wenrui laugh. "How can you write like this?"

"I just wrote it like this, what else can I do?"

"You...your argument is completely beside the point, and...the example you gave is too old. To put it bluntly, it is a 'bad street'!" Fang Wenrui spoke very carefully and tried his best to speak fluently: "And this here," he nodded with his hand, "there is no logic here..."

Qin Ming listened to it for a long time, and hiccupped.

Seeing that he was distracted, Fang Wenrui asked, "You...are you still listening?"

Qin Ming couldn't help but flicked his forehead with his middle finger, "Listen! Let me tell you, it's the first time in my life that I listened so carefully to others talking bad about me, and after listening for such a long time, I still held my breath and didn't move. , not rude."

Fang Wenrui listened with joy for no reason, as if he was special to Qin Ming.He continued: "Before you rewrite, make an outline first, and sort out the context of the writing, so that you won't be rambling when you write..."

"You speak so simply and lightly, or else, you might as well write it for me!"

"This...so..." Fang Wenrui stuttered suddenly.

Qin Ming said happily: "I'm kidding you! Isn't it just writing an essay! Argumentative essays are a bit disgusting, but when I was writing narrative essays back then, I could do it at my fingertips!"

Fang Wenrui blinked at him, apparently in disbelief.

Qin Ming raised his interest, and said without a pause when he told a lie: "I have written all the songs I listen to the most, the books I remember the most, and the things I remember the most, and I was even used as a model essay by the primary school Chinese teacher in the whole world. Read it in front of the classmates! But..." Qin Ming smiled meaningfully: "I haven't written about my favorite person, I'm afraid I wrote it too well, the teacher read it in front of so many people, how embarrassing it would be to expose it !"

Fang Wenrui lowered his head slightly as he fantasized about the girl Qin Ming liked.

When he nodded, Qin Ming once again clearly saw his eyelashes that were close at hand, still shaking and shaking, which made his heart tremble, and he couldn't help softening his voice. Qin Ming is used to yelling. , the voice is rarely so soft.

In the classroom, other students were immersed in correcting the test papers, their pens rubbing against the white paper, rustling.Qin Ming's voice was barely audible, Fang Wenrui held his breath and turned his ears to listen.

"He has black hair, which looks extremely smooth, like fine silk." Qin Ming's eyes lingered on Fang Wenrui's short black hair for a moment, and then slowly moved to his fair face, "His eyebrows are thin and thin. It was long and curved, like a crescent moon in the sky. At that time, his eyes were often smiling, and the bright black eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes." Qin Ming did not move his eyes away. Looking at the eyes, he continued to talk: "In the corner of his left eye, some painter accidentally dipped in ink and painted a beautiful mole of tears..."

Fang Wenrui's face became more and more red, and he felt that his head must be steaming with heat.

"I forgot to mention, he blushes very easily, and he likes to scratch the tip of his nose when he's shy, and he doesn't dare to look at me."

Before the words finished, Fang Wenrui raised his head and looked into the two eyes that had been staring at him for a long time.

Qin Ming grinned: "Do you know who I'm writing about?"

Fang Wenrui blushed even more, and looked at Qin Ming without speaking.He still remembered how Qin Ming made fun of him in the infirmary.

Qin Ming suddenly stretched out his hand without warning, Fang Wenrui was caught off guard, and Qin Ming scratched his nose as he wished.

After successfully stealing fish, Qin Ming felt relieved, and changed his appearance as a good student, eagerly urging: "Teacher Fang, continue!"

With a fiery face, Fang Wenrui stumbled and talked about some commonly used writing skills.

Qin Ming should just be teasing him, Fang Wenrui thought to himself, he is a little sad, being teased by others will make him feel stupid, he is indeed not smart, he can't even speak well, but he is a little happy , probably because Qin Ming's words just now were too sweet, reaching his heart.

The heat on Fang Wenrui's face subsided when the get out of class was nearing the end.

Han Zhi could almost hear the small insect-like chatter coming from the back table throughout the self-study class, but he couldn't hear it clearly.He is the kind of person who can fall asleep when he lays his head on the floor of the vegetable market, but is disturbed by the sound of mosquitoes. He gritted his teeth and endured it for more than 40 minutes. , couldn't bear it anymore, turned his head and glared at the big enemy sitting behind him before the self-study class was almost over.

Qin Ming had been prepared for a long time, and blocked him back with a single sentence: "Sodium thiosulfate, write your chemistry sprint paper, don't interfere with the uncle's writing, my father is the one who wants to write a perfect composition!"

In fact, Qin Ming was just playing with his tongue for a while, he would not really want to write a good work, but Fang Wenrui took his heart, and consciously supervised Qin Ming in the self-study that night.

After sorting out the wrong questions in the quiz, he glanced to the right, Qin Ming seemed to be still writing the first paragraph.

He did four English reading comprehension articles, and then leaned over to take a look. Qin Ming was still ink on the first page of manuscript paper. "Qin Ming," Fang Wenrui glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "It's been... more than half an hour, so... are you in time for the exam?"

"It's not like you haven't seen my paper, haven't you finished it!" Qin Ming plausibly wrote a few crooked characters, then threw the pen away, "Oh, I won't write it anymore!"

Fang Wenrui was in a hurry: "Then how can that be done! Didn't you say in the morning that you are going to write a full-score composition?"

Qin Ming: "Hi, I am..."

"what?"

Qin Ming looked into his dark eyes and suddenly couldn't continue.It turned out that when Fang Wenrui was anxious, his eyes would be so bright, even brighter than when he smiled.If he said that he was just playing lip service, according to his personality - he is serious and attentive in everything, he should be very disappointed. He obviously spent a precious self-study class analyzing the composition for himself, but he didn't pay attention to it. He took a sharp look at Han Zhi The empty questions on the sprint paper, the answer is obtained through mental calculation...

Fang Wenrui really wanted to help him, unlike some top students who were unwilling to teach others questions for fear of wasting their own time, Qin Ming felt it, and felt more and more that he...

bastard!

He cursed in his heart, and picked up his pen again.

He calmed down, held his temper, and wrote at a much faster pace, as if with divine help.

While writing, he thought, he must write well, and he also needs to see the stars in Fang Wenrui's eyes.

When Fang Wenrui helped him revise the text, he thought again, isn't there a promotion in Xinhua Bookstore recently, find some time to buy some copybooks to practice calligraphy, his handwriting must be at least half as handsome as his own.