The kid next door looked at me on the window sill again

When the results of the weekly test came out, Cen Yue sighed and sighed all morning.

Some well-meaning classmates wanted to comfort him. Everyone failed in the exam, and then they glanced at the paper in his hand, and turned their heads away one by one.

Cen Yue was very worried. It wasn't because he didn't do well in the exam. On the contrary, he did very well in the exam this time, and he blamed the simpleness of the paper. The three exams, including Chinese and Mathematics, each had 150 points for a total of 450 points. Cen Yue added up Less than 20 points were deducted, and the math was full.

According to Cen Yue's original plan, he could use these three test papers to spend at least half an hour at Jiang Jinxing's house, but now that he's done, he might be kicked out in less than 10 minutes.

Cen Yue began to wonder whether it was too difficult to force Jiang Jinxing to study political history in high school and then come to tutor him...

But Cen Yue quickly figured it out, 10 minutes is [-] seconds anyway, so at night he got off his self-study and rode his bicycle home at light speed.

Speaking of bicycles, Cen Yue recalled that last week Jiang Jinxing picked him up by bicycle. In fact, Cen's mother asked someone to fix the bicycle that morning, but Cen Yue didn't tell Jiang Jinxing, and took the opportunity to spend another day with the car. Cen's mother caught him and trained him under the sun for a long time, but Jiang Jinxing persuaded him.

Cen's mother sent mung bean soup to Jiang's family for several days because she felt sorry.

Jiang's mother knew that Cen Yue would come to ask Jiang Jinxing questions at night, so she prepared a lot of fruits and a large bowl of lily and white fungus soup, which were piled on the desk in Jiang Jinxing's room. Cen Yue was very embarrassed and said that he would leave immediately. Not so much.Jiang's mother said that you can eat as much as you can, and give Jiang Jinxing the rest.

So Cen Yue looked at Jiang Jinxing, and slowly blushed, not knowing what he thought of.

This is the first time Cen Yue came to Jiang Jinxing's room. He always thought that Jiang Jinxing's room must be full of "fairy spirit", everything is neatly organized, even a used pen may be shining brightly of light.

But it wasn’t. Jiang Jinxing’s room was full of life. The quilt that was covered on the bed was randomly folded twice and thrown at the foot of the bed. A few books he had read were scattered on the bedside. Poster - This is an ordinary room where a boy lives, no different from Cen Yue's.

Cen Yue suddenly felt that the distance between him and Jiang Jinxing had shortened a lot.

"Come on, let's hurry up, you can go back to rest early after asking." Jiang Jinxing pushed the snacks aside, motioning Cen Yue to sit on the stool beside him.

Cen Yue was shy for a while, then sat down at the desk with his schoolbag in his arms, and took out his English and Chinese papers.

"I did well in the math test this time, but my English and Chinese are still a little bit worse."

Jiang Jinxing laughed as soon as he saw the paper: "Indeed, none of them got full marks, and there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Cen Yue blushed: "It's...it's not that exaggerated."

Jiang Jinxing read the paper twice over and over again: "I think you have corrected all these questions, is there anything else you can't do?"

Cen Yue pointed to the only objective question that was wrong on the English test paper and said: "I often make mistakes when reading the mainidea questions. I think my brain circuit is different from the brain circuit of the person who wrote the question."

Jiang Jinxing explained the answer to him, and then said: "I suggest that when you do reading exercises in the future, you should summarize the main content of the article in one sentence at the end of each article, just like doing Chinese reading. "

Cen Yue scratched his head: "But my Chinese reading comprehension is not good..."

"That's why I need to practice." Jiang Jinxing looked at him with a smile, "Isn't language just like this?"

Cen Yue nodded seriously: "There is still composition, how can I improve my composition?"

……

After 10 minutes, Cen Yue asked nothing about the two test papers.

"Okay, is there any more questions?" Jiang Jinxing pushed the lily and white fungus soup by the table in front of Cen Yue, letting him think while eating.

At this time, the temperature of the soup is just right for you to drink. The bitterness of the lily and the sweetness of the white fungus are mixed together. Mother Jiang also added some rock sugar. After taking a sip, Cen Yue immediately showed a happy expression on his face. I want to rub his head.

Cen Yue bit his spoon and remained silent for a moment, then took out his perfect math paper.

Jiang Jinxing: "?"

Cen Yue pretended to be calm: "This question, this question, and this question, I am completely confused, I don't know how to calculate at all."

Jiang Jinxing held back his laughter and didn't expose him: "Okay, look at the title of this question, here it says X..."

After 10 minutes, the math paper was finished.

Cen Yue looked at Jiang Jinxing seriously: "Brother, are you really good at politics, history and geography?"

Jiang Jinxing had no choice but to say, "Hey, I'm really not good at this."

"Okay." Cen Yue's sadness was about to overflow.

Jiang Jinxing couldn't hold back in the end, he pressed his big hand on Cen Yue's head, and brought him a little closer to him with some strength.This little thing had the guts to peek at him from the window sill on the second floor, and now that the Lord is sitting next to him, he wished he could sit eight feet away from him.

Cen Yue didn't know what Jiang Jinxing was going to do, he just looked at Jiang Jinxing foolishly with his big eyes.Jiang Jinxing's eyes seemed to have some kind of magical power, which reminded Cen Yue of the whirlpool in the sea. They were obviously a very gentle dark brown, but after looking at them for a long time, people felt inexplicably wanting to fall into them.

He was getting closer and closer to the vortex.

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that Cen Yue could hear his own too noisy heartbeat.

Jiang Jinxing clasped Cen Yue's head, pulled the two of them to a distance that was slightly intimate but not too much, then stared at Cen Yue's shiny lips dipped in sweet soup and said: "Today is too late, and there is still Save the question for tomorrow."

Cen Yue suddenly cheered up, he grasped Jiang Jinxing's wrist, his joy was obvious: "Is it okay?!"

"Ah."

"Yeah! Then I'll go back first, brother goodbye! I'll come to you tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Cen Yue disappeared like a gust of wind with his schoolbag in his hands. Jiang Jinxing couldn't laugh or cry, and was about to clean up the things on the table when he suddenly found that Cen Yue had left his draft book behind.

Cen Yue's draft book was as unkempt as he himself, with wrinkled edges and various random lines drawn with red, blue and black pens.

Jiang Jinxing picked it up and flipped through it casually, and found two or three of his own names on each page.

Confiscated.

Jiang Jinxing happily made a decision, and stuffed the draft into his own locked drawer.