Tachycardia

The peaceful days flew by like flying, Wen Jinran and Jin Wendong spent more and more time together, and their relationship became closer and closer. In just one week, they were almost like girls who were best friends, studying and eating together, almost nothing. We went to the toilet arm in arm.

Of course, the reason why we couldn't go to the bathroom together was that when Jin Wendong got up and wanted to go with him, Wen Jinran resolutely pushed him back.

Jin Wendong expressed regret.

Now he goes to Wen Jinran's house to sleep every once in a while, doing homework to take advantage of it, living a happy life, as if he has taken root in Wen Jinran's house.

I hardly ever go back to my own home.

Wechat was bombed by his family members or Yao Xun several times, but he chose to ignore it, pretending to be deaf and dumb and deleting the chat records, which also reduced a lot of bad things.

One month into school, Lao Wang announced that they were about to usher in their first monthly exam since the beginning of the third year of high school.

Last year, their school failed to produce a champion in the college entrance examination. As a key high school, this is definitely a shameful thing, so this year the school has started to crack down on them, preparing to give them a strict and high-quality monthly exam.

It doesn't matter to Jin Wendong, anyway, his achievements are outstanding and his foundation is solid, so he can do whatever he wants.

But Wen Jinran was different. He was serious about subjects. Even though he had been divided into arts and sciences in the second year of high school, it didn't mean that he didn't have to take the exams in arts. No matter what the circumstances, his scores in arts were appalling and outrageous.

His anxieties were all on the surface, so that people could see through them at a glance. Jin Wendong kept his face and started talking routinely after school.

With mango yogurt in his hand, he waved in front of Wen Jinran, with a naughty smile: "Student landlord, it's time to get back to your senses."

Usually, when Wen Jinran was troubled, he would be able to distract his attention if he made a fuss, but not today, not only not, he even lay down on the table dejectedly.

Jin Wendong felt that the problem was a bit serious, so he got down together with him, and stared at him sideways: "Why are you wilting today? It's like an eggplant beaten by frost."

"I'm not an eggplant," Wen Jinran muffled, "Do the math yourself, how many nicknames have you given me since we first met?"

Jin Wendong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is this a nickname? It's just a metaphor, okay, maybe you like this? Little eggplant? Little landlord?"

Wen Jinran smiled angrily instantly, slightly revealing one eye, bent into a crescent shape, "Why are you so annoying."

Jin Wendong tugged at his ears, "I don't mind annoying others, but you should know how to be good."

There was no one around, Wen Jinran also went to his usual obedient and quiet, he was gradually able to let go of himself in front of Jin Wendong, the real side of the little landlord is actually a bit arrogant, but very cute: "Of course I know, you are the scumbag. "

Jin Wendong pretended to be sad: "Hiss - it's useless for me to make you happy."

"Did you coax me?" Wen Jinran was really strange now, "Besides, why am I unhappy?"

"Okay, it's not you who sighed just now."

These words aroused Wen Jinran's fear of the exam again, his eyes widened instantly, he buried his head back, and sighed softly.

Jin Wendong: "Come on, may I ask the landlord, can you tell me why you are so depressed?"

Wen Jinran didn't bother to talk to him.

"Don't talk? Then I'll guess for myself?" Jin Wendong quietly wrapped his arms around his shoulders, tightened them slowly, and exhaled into his ears, "Is it because of the monthly exam?"

Wen Jinran trembled all over, and his ears turned red instantly. Although he had been with him for a long time, he was still not used to Jin Wendong's physical contact with him from time to time.

"Oh, what should I do then," Jin Wendong continued, "Otherwise, the little one will give you tutoring for the landlord?"

It was obviously a very serious matter, but it sounded so dishonest no matter how he said it, with a molesting and hooligan air, Wen Jinran broke away from his hand, opening his mouth several times without knowing what to say.

If you really blame him, he didn't do anything, he even helped him buy yogurt, rice, and water, and now he wants to help him with tutoring.

But facing this person's sloppy attitude, he was a little ashamed.

When he was in a dilemma, Jin Wendong's cell phone rang suddenly.

He took it out of his pocket and looked, and immediately frowned. There was something wrong with his eyes, which was different from the relaxed and happy expression he usually gets along with Wen Jinran. Now he seemed to be punched suddenly from a dream, gloomy and sad. Terrible, hardly like him.

Wen Jinran worried: "What's wrong?"

Jin Wendong came back to his senses, waved his hands and didn't speak, went out to answer the phone, Wen Jinran was a little bit at a loss sitting in his seat, Jin Wendong like this was unfamiliar to him, more frightening.

After confirming that he had reached a place where Wen Jinran could not hear the voice, Jin Wendong answered the phone, his tone full of impatience: "What's the matter?"

On the other side of the phone was Jin Botao. After that irritating night, the two hadn't been in touch for a long time.

"You bastard! I heard from your Aunt Song that you haven't been home for several days?"

"I'll shut you up if I don't go home..."

"Shut your stinky mouth for me!"

The conversation between the father and son was full of gunpowder. As far as Jin Wendong can remember, the two of them hardly ever got along peacefully. A father who is stubborn and controlling, and a son who is full of rebellious cells from the bottom of his heart, a normal family. They are all combinations that may quarrel casually, and it is like adding fuel to the fire in their house, burning more and more intensely.

"It's been almost a year since the last time," Jin Botao lowered his voice, and rarely spoke in a negotiating tone, "No matter how you mess around outside now, it's time to go home and see your mother."

Jin Wendong took a deep breath, held back the explosion, but still gritted his teeth: "You have no right to mention her to me."

Jin Botao on the other side suddenly became angry, "Yes, I am not qualified, but you..."

"I'll go to see her, so I won't bother you," Jin Wendong wiped his face, "Let's take care of ourselves first."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and Jin Botao's growling voice echoed in his ears, and it lasted for a long time.

Leaning against the wall, he stayed outside for a while, and when his emotions finally stabilized and confirmed that he would not lose control and do anything to Wen Jinran, he turned and entered the classroom.

Wen Jinran was looking over with a worried expression on his face. Jin Wendong was furious just now, and it stands to reason that no matter how quickly he can completely dissipate his anger, but this person has such a miraculous ability that he can make him feel better just by seeing him once. .

He took a taste of the opened yogurt, "Oh, does this count as an indirect kiss?"

Wen Jinran: "..."