The black-bellied school bully is chasing after me

Sang Jingming's voice was very low, and his dark eyes were determined to break into Ji Yu's tea-brown pupils.

Deep in the black eyes is deep love.

How could he ignore him?

How could he be angry with him?

The palm lightly fell on Ji Yu's head, Sang Jingming slowly approached him, and whispered: "I accept your apology. From now on, don't say such things again."

I am very depressed.

But I can't say.

Ji Ju nodded again and again: "Don't say it, don't say it, you will be my tablemate with a gold medal from now on! Our locks must be locked together! Not only that, we also have to go to the same university and continue to be tablemates!"

These words finally made Sang Jingming happy.

Gently rubbing his chin, he said, "But with your current grades, it's a bit difficult to want to go to the same university as me..."

"Don't be afraid! I will work hard!"

"Ah."

Ji Yu couldn't help holding Sang Jingming's hand, and said, "You walk slowly, I'll run faster, will we be on the same level?"

"I'm waiting for you."

still waiting for u.

Ji Yu smiled brightly, like the winter snow melting, the spring breeze blew across the earth, and life was everywhere.

"Ah."

That night, the two reconciled as before.

"The exam is next Monday, are you sure about math this time?"

With his elbows on the table, Ji Ju shook his head: "No."

"Why don't you come to me without you?"

"!!!" Ji Yu snorted coldly, and kept poking Sang Jingming's shoulder with his left index finger, saying: "You still have the face to criticize me!? Who is ignoring me! Who is it?"

"My fault, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay."

Sang Jingming didn't want to quarrel with this little ancestor, so he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"How do you calculate this? I've been calculating according to your method for a long time, but I still can't get it right."

Ji Ju tugged at his hair with a pained look on his face.

After staring at him silently for a long time, Sang Jingming suddenly said: "Ji Ju, do you think mathematics is particularly boring? Don't you like it?"

"That's right." Ji Yu took it for granted, "These mathematical formulas and symbols are cold, and I don't like these cold things."

"Then do you know that mathematics can sometimes express love?"

Ji Ji couldn't believe it: "How does mathematics express love? Use formulas?"

Sang Jingming nodded and said, "That's right."

"Really?"

"I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen?"

"Okay!"

Ji Ju was obviously interested, and approached with great interest.

Sang Jingming took out a blank piece of paper and wrote down a series of formulas r=a(1-si

θ).

"In 1650, on the streets of Stockholm, the down-and-out Descartes ran into Princess Christine on the streets, and later became her math teacher."

"Under Descartes' teaching, Princess Christine's mathematics improved by leaps and bounds, and the relationship between the two became closer. Naturally, they fell in love."

"But the good times didn't last long, and their affairs were discovered by the king."

"Descartes was deported, Yusheng wrote 13 letters to Christine, but none of them were delivered to the princess."

"And this 13th letter contains this formula."

"r=a(1-si

θ)"

"At that time, the king asked many mathematicians to decipher this string of formulas, but to no avail."

"Finally, the letter was delivered to the princess."

"And only the princess has solved the formula."

After listening, Ji Ju seemed to understand but half understood: "Then what exactly is this formula?"

"Come and see."

Sang Jingming took out the ruler, found the scale, found the corresponding points on the coordinate axis, and hooked them together.

After finishing the pen, Ji Ju was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"This... this is a heart shape!"

"Well, Descartes gave the princess a heart."

And I also want to give you a heart.

Ji Jie was so shocked that he couldn't speak, stared at the heart shape on the paper for a long time, and finally said: "It turns out that mathematics can be so romantic."

"Of course. Life is full of romance."

"Cut, how good is math?" Ji Ju rolled his eyes and said, "Look, let me show you my confession in English."

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and Sang Jingming said happily, "Okay."

"Fortherest of my life"

Ji Ju tilted his head slightly, smiled at him, and then translated: "You will be the rest of my life."

Sang Jingming was dazzled by the smile, and his heart beat faster.

Bad things always tease him.

"Ah."

"What are you um!?"

"I... yùfable affirms your confession."

"Affirmation by you? Brother Ji, I am born excellent!"

"Yes, yes, you are the best."

I stayed at school for another two days, and it was Friday in a blink of an eye.

Ji Ju walked out of the school gate as usual, and saw his father for the first time.

"dad?"

"son."

Ji Guangping was wearing a brown plush coat, a neat little suit inside, and a pair of leather shoes on his feet. He walked briskly at every step.

"You... Which lecture did you attend?"

"I just finished speaking in the university town, so I'm here to pick you up?"

Ji Guangping is in his forties this year, and his body is well managed.

Due to going out for inspections all year round, his skin is a little dark.

But the mature temperament he has accumulated over the years cannot be imitated by others.

"Sangsang."

Sang Jingming stood still in front of Ji Guangping, and said, "Hello, Uncle."

"Come on, get in the car."

After getting in the car, Ji Ju sat in the back seat and replied to WeChat.

Zhou Wei just sent over the address of the birthday party, Ji Ju took a look and replied "Yes".

Sang Jingming didn't have the habit of playing with his mobile phone in the car, and he didn't sit idle while watching Ji Ju in the car.

So I asked, "What are you doing?"

"Zhou Wei sent me a message, telling me where her birthday is."

Sang Jingming: "..."

He might as well not ask!

"Zhou Wei?"

Sang Jingming didn't speak, but Ji Guangping, who was driving ahead, interjected.

"hold head high."

"Is that the girl who claimed to be your girlfriend, then you were beaten, and finally you were called to your parents?" Ji Guangping asked.

After the words fell, Ji Yu suddenly became nervous.

I subconsciously looked at Sang Jingming's reaction, only to see that he was looking at me intently.

Ji Ju immediately looked away guiltily.

With a light cough, he whispered to his father: "Dad, how many years have passed since this happened? Can you stop talking about it?"

"Hahaha, I'll just say it casually."

"Uncle, was Ji Ju beaten when he was in junior high school?"

Sang Jingming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Yes."

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Looking at Ji Yu in the back row through the rearview mirror, Ji Guangping said mysteriously, "You'd better ask the person concerned about this matter."

Sang Jingming immediately turned to look at Ji Jie.

Ji Ju was more straightforward, simply ignoring him.

"..."

"Hey, Dad. Isn't this the way home?" After driving for a long time, Ji Ju realized that this was not the way home.

"Don't go home yet."

"Ok?"

"You~Mom is shopping with your Aunt Sang, and they specifically asked me to bring you over to buy clothes for you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ju quickly refused: "Don't! Dad, you are trying to push me into the fire pit!"

"No way, who made me afraid of my wife."

"..."