A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

On Saturday, Song Zhiyu waited in front of Zhou Cheng's house holding a bunch of counseling materials.

As soon as the door was opened, the noisy sound of video games inside swept over impatiently.The sound shook the sky, and Song Zhiyu frowned imperceptibly.

"Bean sprouts, you are here!" A cheerful voice came from the concealed door of the room, looking for someone, Jiang Chun was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, holding a game handle, and killing in the virtual world Quartet.Song Zhiyu took a look, it was King of Fighters 98.

Song Zhiyu frowned again.

"What is this guy doing here?" Song Zhiyu was only called Bean Sprouts in elementary schools with deformed aesthetics, but he didn't expect this nickname to be mentioned again after so many years.

"I have nothing to do if he wants to come." Zhou Cheng said.

"I heard that you, the university bully, help your elder brother with his homework, so I'll take a class!" Jiang Chun's eyes still didn't leave the TV screen.

"Senior, aren't you a sophomore in high school?" Song Zhiyu yelled the word "senior" ironically.

"To be honest, I haven't studied it seriously since I entered high school. Now I'm planning to change my face and start a new life. Don't worry, Bean Sprouts, I believe that your level must be able to tutor me!" Jiang Chun smiled heartily, revealing two canine teeth , put on a posture that I am an old senior and I am an old rascal.

Speaking of homework tutoring, although Song Zhiyu's grades are not bad, he is not a teacher after all, and he doesn't have any teaching skills, and he doesn't know how to teach others.Simply let the two of them write the weekend homework first, and then focus on the comments after finishing.

Take out your schoolbag, take out the homework of each subject, and spread it flat on the desk. Life is always full of rituals like this.Zhou Cheng poured another glass of milk for Song Zhiyu and a bottle of water for Jiang Chun. It took half an hour just to prepare for homework.After finally getting it done, the two of them decided to roll up their sleeves and work hard, carefully reviewed the questions, and then wrote down a solution in the blank space, and their fighting spirit was quickly broken.

Jiang Chun gave a hiccup and said, "I'm sleepy, how about you?"

Zhou Cheng said: "I seem to be a little bit too.

"Write quickly." Song Zhiyu knocked on the table.

The strange thing is that when I'm free, I don't think it's interesting to do anything, but once I start studying, Jiang Chun can play for a day even if there is nothing around me, even if I just play with my hands.There are so many interesting and interesting things in the world, why does he have to learn?Jiang Chun has very good eyesight, but he doesn't know why the words printed in ink on the white paper wander around like tadpoles as soon as he starts to write his homework.

Jiang Chun secretly raised his head to observe the other two people: Song Zhiyu's study is not without reason. Although he is slumped on the table, his eyes are always on the book, and the right hand holding the pen is galloping on the paper at high speed, and There is no stagnation at all.Then look at his cheap elder brother who didn't write a word for a long time, and kept staring at others.

That look... tsk.Jiang Chun doesn't read much, so he doesn't know if the words "tenderness like water" and "full of affection" are appropriate.

This scorching gaze, isn't he afraid of burning two holes in someone?

"Why are you staring at people all the time?" Jiang Chun just wanted to shout out, but he didn't expect Song Zhiyu to speak before he spoke, almost choking Jiang Chun.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" Song Zhiyu looked serious, as if he was really thinking about whether there was something on his face.

"No...no." Zhou Cheng hurriedly lowered his head.

"Do your homework quickly." Song Zhiyu didn't say anything superfluous.

"Hmm. I'm not very good at writing this question..." Zhou Cheng said.

Song Zhiyu naturally moved to Zhou Cheng's side, took the homework book between the two of them and began to examine it carefully. The two of them were very close to each other, almost head to head.

This made Jiang Chun think of a similar scene, when he was punished to clean up in the library, a couple behaved intimately in the library.The man hugged the girl from behind, put his head on his shoulders, put his left arm around his waist, and wrote the question with his right hand.Although the current scene looks much more refreshing and comfortable, and although the two men next to him are both men, it does not prevent Jiang Chun from feeling like eating dog food.

Seeing the hot milk in a mug next to Song Zhiyu, Jiang Chun sadly took a sip of boiled water from the paper cup, and thought: Why are the two students treated so differently?Moreover, he has no cushions, slippers and hot water bottle.

Jiang Chun has nothing.

"None of this? Are you a pig?"

Song Zhiyu's indifferent tone broke Jiang Chun's fantasy love atmosphere.

"Then what should I do?" Zhou Cheng asked.

"Don't you know how to ask for guidance?"

Zhou Cheng asked for guidance honestly.

"For fractional formulas, if the denominators are different, just seek the derivative directly?" Song Zhiyu's brows almost formed the word "Chuan".

Zhou Cheng analyzed honestly.

"Let me interrupt to ask, what is guidance?" Jiang Chun raised his hand and asked, successfully attracting Song Zhiyu's blank expression.

"what?"

After thinking about it again and again, Song Zhiyu decided to write down the thinking process of each question on a piece of paper, let him do it by himself first, then look at the prompts and think again, and finally look at the answer if it doesn't work.Although this is a bit troublesome, it is better than not having to talk.

"Finish this one first." Song Zhiyu gave Zhou Cheng a copy of "Small Questions". "Don't think about doing high-level questions now. The most important thing now is to lay a solid foundation."

"You guys are busy, I'll sleep." Song Zhiyu also yawned and found a place on the sofa.Since Guo Nanxing helped him complete the daily tasks, he was not as tired as usual.But he still sleeps very late every day, sometimes at three or four o'clock in the morning, and he doesn't do anything else, just a little insomnia.

In fact, I don't really want to sleep during the day, but I just feel a little tired. If I don't pretend to sleep for a while, I feel that I will die suddenly.Song Zhiyu called this "deception", just like other girls eating "deception meal" to lose weight.

After all, it's pretty boring to live like this.

"The hot water bottle is no longer hot, I'll go and change the water for you." Zhou Cheng turned around and went to the kitchen.

"I don't need a hot water bottle in this weather..." Jiang Chun murmured to himself, but he also tiptoed to the kitchen with Zhou Cheng.

Seeing Zhou Cheng's skillful and meticulous movements, Jiang Chun couldn't help asking a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Brother, you are not gay, are you?"

"Ah!" Zhou Cheng was taken aback by Jiang Chun's sudden question, and the hot water bottle in his hand fell to the ground because of the fright. Rushing hot water.

It was steaming all around.

"What happened?" Song Zhiyu's voice came from the living room.

"No...it's nothing, the water was spilled. Let's clean it up, don't come here!" Zhou Cheng dragged Jiang Chun to the corner of the bathroom, and did not forget to lock the door.

"I... I just asked casually, brother, don't be angry." Jiang Chun stammered, which reminded him of the painful experience of being beaten by Haibian at the back door of the school that day.Jiang Chun, who was about 1.7 meters tall, looked young and helpless in front of Zhou Cheng. He was grabbed by the collar by Zhou Cheng, and his feet almost left the ground.

"If you say this, you will die."

"No, no, I promise not to say it!" Jiang Chun shook his head like a rattle, and he suddenly could imagine how Brother Hou said that Zhou Cheng was the master of the campus.But after shaking for a while, he suddenly realized something.

"Hey brother, you are really..."

After saying this, Zhou Cheng let out a long breath, the secret that had been hidden in his heart for many years finally opened a small hole that could be vented.He relaxed and sat on the side with some frustration.

"You said... what should I do?"

"You ask me? I don't know... I have never liked anyone since I grew up? Maybe I also like men?" Jiang Chun was a little depressed when he talked about it. He is a man and doesn't know the taste of love.

"Can you tell me the taste of love?" See how humble Jiang Chun asked this question?

Zhou Cheng thought for a while and replied, "He is my spiritual pillar."

"Forget it, when I didn't ask."

"Wait, I still want to ask... What do you like..." Jiang Chun said desperately.

"Don't ask!" Zhou Cheng covered Jiang Chun's mouth.

Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chun silently cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and then returned to the living room silently. Zhou Cheng stuffed hot water into Song Zhiyu's arms silently.But Jiang Chun watched all this with cold eyes, thinking: Xiao Mian, if you don’t tell me, how can I not know who it is?

"Do your homework quickly." Song Zhiyu poked his head out from under the tightly wrapped quilt, and the two of them were cleaning up next door. If he could fall asleep, he would be haunted.

Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chun looked at each other.

"How about... let's play for a while?" Song Zhiyu suggested.

The game is played awkwardly and the atmosphere is delicate.Zhou Cheng and Jiang Chun obviously had their own thoughts, and they both played the game absent-mindedly.Song Zhiyu was very devoted, but still lost miserably.

"Be serious, don't let me on purpose." Song Zhiyu poked Zhou Cheng beside him.

"No, then don't jump around here, attack, attack!" Jiang Chun watched Song Zhiyu's men messing around, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

It is said that Song Zhiyu is addicted to playing games all day, but I don't know what game he is addicted to. Does he keep electronic pets?How can you be so handicapped.Jiang Chun complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly.The client, Zhou Cheng, manipulated the joystick proficiently. He looked like a high-end player, and he could still fight Song Zhiyu, who was so handicapped.

This is true love no doubt.

Song Zhiyu insisted on choosing Mai Shiranui in every round, and the ending was that Wu Shiranui operated by Song Zhiyu was knocked to the ground again and again in the red dress. The screams of the big sister came from the screen one after another, becoming more and more obvious Terrible.

"Haha, you like Mai Shiranui very much!" For some reason, Jiang Chun's smile contained a hint of reluctance.

"Well, I like big breasts." Song Zhiyu looked serious.

Jiang Chun patted Zhou Cheng's shoulder bitterly, and said meaningfully, "Brother, you still have a long way to go."

Originally, my aunt cooked three meals a day, but Zhou Cheng didn't let her come today because someone wanted to come. By the way, he wanted to show Song Zhiyu his hard-working cooking skills recently.It's a pity that as soon as it entered practice, the theory was completely turned into a froth, and the kitchen was almost blown up.

"I'll do it." Song Zhiyu took the knife from Zhou Cheng's hand.

He compared the recipes while gesticulating, and the scene looked very thrilling.

Song Zhiyu is still nearsighted.While studying the recipe, he muttered in his mouth: "Let me see, wash and peel a piece of potato, cut it into several pieces, each piece is about ten millimeters on average."

"Old Zhou, lend me a ruler. I'll measure this potato chip to see if it's ten millimeters thick."

"It's better to bring the weighing scale too?"

"It's not about arts and sciences yet, I've already seen the rigor of science students from you."

"Forget it, I'll do it." Jiang Chun put on the apron helplessly.

The author has something to say:

Immediately I was going to change the map, and I was going to happily write about their winter vacation. I suddenly realized yesterday: I was writing for the second half of the semester... Then I got messed up in the wind... I have to overthrow it and start over again.Thinking of summer in winter~