Be at the same table with the rumored boss

So they walked all the way in this posture, and when they finally returned to the door of the room, Xiao Lang was fine, but Su Mianyang's left half was almost completely soaked.

He didn't care at first, but when he saw Xiao Lang staring straight at his left side, Su Mianyang realized something, and touched his nose belatedly, "I'm sorry, I got your clothes wet, I'll wash it for you tomorrow."

Xiao Lang ignored him, took out the key and opened the door. After opening the door to see everything in the room, Su Mianyang narrowed his eyes.

The double rooms that Century City provides for students are very simple. After entering the door, the center is the dividing line, with a bed on the left and right sides, and the windows are randomly opened on the left or right.

The weather was fine when we went out in the morning, but they didn't close the windows, which caused the heavy rain to be blown into the room by the wind, completely drenching the bed next to the window.

But fortunately, the bed on the other side was not wet. In the worst case, the two of them could make do with one bed first, and ask the management staff to change the bedding tomorrow.

"That..." Su Mianyang was thinking about how to coerce and lure Xiao Lang to let him go, and barely tolerated his poor sleeping posture, when Xiao Lang stepped forward and closed the window, "I sleep on the sofa."

When Su Mianyang heard this sentence, he was still a little unresponsive. He digested the words, and after understanding the intention of the other party, he felt a little uncomfortable, "I want to sleep on the sofa, and I want to get wet on the bed." asleep."

"Go take a shower and change your clothes first," Xiao Lang interrupted Su Mianyang, "or you'll catch a cold."

Su Mianyang responded.

It wasn't until the hot water from the shower poured down that Su Mianyang slowly came back to his senses. He raised his fingers to his nose, and the fragrance of his fingertips gradually melted in the water mist.

The scent of soap on Xiao Lang's clothes was very similar to the smell on the apron when Ms. Zhao hugged him in late spring.

When he was wearing Xiao Lang's clothes earlier, this smell had been fascinated by him. The two of them walked all the way back, and the soap scent was soaked by the rain and stained his body, quietly permeating in the narrow bathroom.

Su Mianyang likes this smell very much. In his memory, this is the soap scent that Ms. Zhao used most often, and it is the smell of his childhood home.

Su Mianyang likes cloudy days, and often draws the curtains in front of the desk tightly. The gloomy and dark feeling in the whole room will make him relax physically and mentally.

Mother Zhao Lanya likes sunny days very much. She said that where there is sun, there is hope, so every time she goes to his room, she will sit beside him, draw the thick curtains, and open his windows to let the light flow in. Sunshine, breeze Mixed with soap fragrance.

After Ms. Zhao's death, Su Mianyang hadn't smelled the scent of soap for a long time. It was not in a corner where Ms. Zhao used to live, but in a place where she was not even a friend. On the same table.

Su Mianyang felt a little sad, and felt that such a sudden emotion was hypocritical. He completely bathed himself in the shower, closed his eyes and refused to think about it.

The water dispenser in the room was broken.

This is Xiao Lang's conclusion after no less than three attempts. I don't know what went wrong. After pressing the function button, although the indicator light of the water dispenser is normal, it does not have the effect of hot water.

The water dispenser hummed for a few minutes, and the indicator light turned from red to yellow. Xiao Lang reached out and touched the faucet, but there was still no temperature there.

He remembered that there was a hot water machine in the hall on the first floor.

Xiao Lang took the thermos cup in the room and went downstairs. The height of the fourth floor is not too high, and going back and forth is indeed enough to toss people.

I don’t know if other rooms encountered the same problem. There was a queue in front of the hot water machine in the hall on the first floor. out.

"Where have you been?" Seeing Xiao Lang coming back from the door, Su Mianyang asked subconsciously.

"The water dispenser is broken, so I went to get some water." Xiao Lang said and put the thermos in his hand on the bedside table, "Drink some hot water, don't catch a cold."

"Where did you pick it up? I don't remember that there is a hot water machine on our floor. Don't you just run to the first floor for a bottle of hot water?" Su Mianyang asked casually.

"The water dispenser next door." Xiao Lang replied.

This answer made Su Mianyang a little surprised. He thought that according to Xiao Lang's personality, he would never go to the next door to find someone to fetch water.

"I'm going to take a shower." Xiao Lang didn't pay attention to his expression, and looked in the direction of the bathroom while holding something.

Su Mianyang nodded and didn't speak. The warm temperature in the room made him feel a little tired. Coupled with the dryness and thirst after taking a bath, he desperately wanted to drink some water.

Walking to the bedside and sitting down, Su Mianyang unscrewed the thermos and poured out a small cup. The water temperature was slightly hot, which was just right for warming up the body but not too difficult to drink.

There was only one quilt lying alone on the bed. Su Mianyang turned his head subconsciously and saw the quilt already laid on the sofa. He felt complicated and didn't know how to react for a while.

Obviously the two of them made do on the same bed, but Xiao Lang insisted on giving him the whole bed, which made Su Mianyang feel inexplicably unhappy.

Su Mianyang didn't like Xiao Lang's behavior.

He doesn't like being taken care of in such a detached manner, letting others give in and take care of him for himself.

When Xiao Lang came out of the bathroom, what he saw was Su Mianyang sitting at the desk wrapped in a thick quilt.

He glanced at the bare bed, unable to figure out what Su Mianyang was thinking, walked over and tapped on the table with his fingers, and fixed his eyes on the quilt wrapped around Su Mianyang, "What do you mean?"

"You sleep on the sofa and I sleep on the table." Su Mianyang replied lazily, "I won't take advantage of you."

"Is it necessary?" Xiao Lang thought Su Mianyang's stubborn temper was a bit funny, "Otherwise I'd be in bed."

That being said, Xiao Lang sat down on the sofa straight after packing up the things at hand, took out the paper from the schoolbag at his feet, took a pen in his right hand, and twirled it between his fingers, before writing on the paper after a long time .

After seeing it, Su Mianyang couldn't help asking, "The English piece that I didn't finish writing during the day?"

"En." Xiao Lang responded.

Su Mianyang's eyesight is not bad, and at a glance, he found that the paper under Xiao Lang's arm was clean, and there was not even a redundant horizontal line in the reading question except for the options ABCD.

Xia Qing, an English teacher in Class [-], is very strict with basic skills. In order to control the phenomenon of plagiarizing homework, they are required to mark out the content on which the options are based in the original text.

Su Mianyang has copied Jiang Yu's homework and seen the English papers of the top students in the class, underlined one after another, each line is marked with a serial number, and even the wrong options to be eliminated are drawn out, carefully analyzing the sentences in the sentences. Where is the error.

An English paper was written like a mathematics paper, densely packed with words at a glance, which made Su Mianyang not in the mood to copy the answers at all.

But now that he saw his ideal English paper with his own eyes, Su Mianyang felt that he was not used to it. He wanted to tell Xiao Lang about the rules of the English teacher, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary.

It seems a bit overwhelming to teach a high school student who can get almost full marks how to write papers.

Of course, the ABCD papers were written quickly. After a while, Xiao Lang put down the pen in his hand.

"Finished?" Su Mianyang asked curiously, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay, the paper is not difficult, 140 and up." Xiao Lang turned the pen in his hand, and there was no hint of modesty in what he said.

"You can estimate the score after you finish it. You haven't got the answer yet, right?" Su Mianyang has met many academic masters, most of them are the kind of people who are the first in the class and still complain that they are too bad in the exam.

How to say that sentence, to be a man must be humble and reflective.He is used to seeing all kinds of humble academic masters on weekdays, but he has never seen someone like Xiao Lang who can score upwards of 140 with just one mouth.

"I know it in my heart, and I can tell which question is right at a glance." Xiao Lang said to him.

Su Mianyang was curious about how simple the paper could be evaluated by Xueba, "Show me? I'll give you the correct answer?"

Xiao Lang had no objection, but he was nestled on the sofa and was unwilling to move, so he simply folded the paper and the answer together to make a paper airplane, and threw it out with force.

The paper airplane took off from his fingertips, and flew smoothly all the way to Su Mianyang's desktop.

"The pilot's driving skills are one word, awesome." Su Mianyang gave Xiao Lang a thumbs up.

"Sick." Xiao Lang smiled helplessly.

The technique of English reading questions is to scan the full text first and then find the details. After disassembling the paper airplane, Su Mianyang followed the technique to scan it, and then couldn't scan it anymore.

There is no other reason. There are several words he does not know in the first sentence at the beginning of the reading of Chapter A, and the sentences cannot be read smoothly, let alone doing the questions.

"Actually... I don't think English needs to be studied so seriously. It should be enough for me to go to England for a few years someday."

Looking at the pile of incomprehensible English letters on the test paper in his hand, Su Mianyang felt a little overwhelmed. He was really obsessed to believe that "the test paper is not difficult" in Yi Gao's legend.

"Come back after learning a sign language master?" Xiao Lang glanced at Su Mianyang.

"..." Su Mianyang was speechless.

He probably knew why Xiao Lang had a face of an indifferent student. Under the cover of such a deceptive appearance, the nature of the other party's poisonous mouth could not be discovered so quickly, otherwise, as soon as he spoke, he would collapse The legendary Kaolin Flower Xueshen's character design.

Part A...Part B...cloze and fill in the blank, one is right, Su Mianyang's expression changed subtly, until the last short passage of the test paper was completely correct, Su Mianyang became sour.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Su Mianyang really suspected that Xiao Lang simply copied the answers. It turned out that the so-called 140+ was not a few mistakes in the previous questions, but the difference in composition scores estimated by Ren Xueba.

"The composition is seriously wrong, and you will be deducted 25 points, 125." Su Mianyang looked indifferent, but he still remembered Xiao Lang's hatred for dragging him into the water to make him write a small English composition.

Xiao Lang looked up at him.

"Why, are you not satisfied with this rating?" Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows.

"No," Xiao Lang twirled the pen between his fingers and added, "Speaking of which the composition is off topic, it's your credit."

Su Mianyang found that he was already immune to Xiao Lang like this, "Student bully, let me interview you. How do your parents manage? Scumbags like me who don't even bother teachers, generally have a free-range policy. , Father doesn’t care about mother.”

This is more of a joke. In fact, Su Mianyang also knows that whether he learns or not is entirely up to him, and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Xiao Lang was silent for a while, "My parents...probably gave up the policy."

His memory stayed on a person, that man who smelled heavily of alcohol, went crazy with a bottle of alcohol, his eyes were full of disgust towards himself.

Su Mianyang didn't notice that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere. He sighed, "We are both human, but the gap is really big. Under the free-range policy, you became a top student, but I became a tofu dregs. This is the legendary The three-point day is doomed to rely on hard work for seven points, and the remaining 140 points depend on character?"

These words were like a flash of light, tearing a hole in Xiao Lang's emotionally immersed small world, pulling him out of the gloomy memory.

Xiao Lang, who came back to his senses, couldn't hold back a smile, and finally felt that he shouldn't hit Su Mianyang at this moment, and thought for a while and said: "Most of us are born mediocre, but having the courage to surpass mediocrity is already enough." He's a great person."

Su Mianyang has definitely seen this fucking thing before, and it is the most literary statement about "born mediocre and only dare to think about it, and end up with nothing to achieve in this life".

If it wasn't for Xiao Lang, Su Mianyang would definitely call him a master, "It's not... the first grader, do you have any misunderstandings about mediocrity?"

After listening to Su Mianyang's words, Xiao Lang really thought about it for a while, "Then I take back what I just said, most of you are born mediocre, but you are already very powerful if you have the courage to surpass mediocrity. "

Su Mianyang felt that if he said one more word, he would have a heart attack.