Laughing astray

The papers given by the old class are all basic questions. It is estimated that there will be a lot of papers from the old bear. I have saved up half a semester. Yan Zihan is in the kitchen preparing milk for Cong Xiaoyi. No matter how you say it, Cong Xiaoyi is almost Candidates preparing for the college entrance examination, regardless of whether they pass the exam or not, must keep up with the process.

"Add sugar?" Yan Zihan called out.

"No!" Cong Xiao roared back.

In fact, when I promised the old class that I would read the papers carefully, I was quite excited. Well, Cong Xiaoyi felt that he could work harder, but he couldn’t understand the math problems and even the math equations. , Cong Xiaoyi felt a little overestimated himself.

"How is it?" Yan Zihan came to the study with warm milk, looked at Cong Xiaoyi and stared at the paper seriously, "Do you understand?"

"You said that!" Cong Xiao put the paper in his hand on the table, and took a sip from Yan Zihan's hand holding the milk, "I'm really powerless to refute."

Yan Zihan followed Qugale, the hand holding the milk kept shaking, "Old Ban has given you great hopes."

"I'm afraid I'll let her down." Cong Xiao leaned back on his seat and looked up at Yan Zihan, "I feel that all my past years have been wasted."

"Now I'm slowly making up for it." Yan Zihan lowered his head and sucked Cong Xiaoyi's forehead, "As an upright teacher, I'm going to bed now."

"What does your sleep have to do with you being a teacher?" Cong Xiaoyi closed his eyes, "I'm so heartbroken to abandon him."

"I'll take a good rest to invigilate the exam next week."

"Invigilator?" Cong Xiao sat up straight, "Why do you meddle in everything?"

"Don't you all say that I'm very upright?" Yan Zihan helped Cong Xiao adjust the light on the desk, "You don't understand, um, ask Wang Bin?"

"Ask him, it's better to rely on yourself." Cong Xiaoyi patted Yan Zihan's buttocks, "Back off!"

Wang Bin's WeChat came in a timely manner. Cong Xiaoyi tried his best to look up three English words on the Internet, just in time to show off to Wang Bin.

-Smile, what are you doing?

- I am studying hard.

Wang Bin's side just started to display typing, but changed to voice after a few seconds.

"Damn it! Are you my elder brother Cong?"

- Be quiet, you're making me study.

Cong Xiaoyi typed to Wang Bin, and also sent an emoji of scribbling.

Wang Bin returned a frightened expression, and Cong Xiaoyi squinted his eyes and sent the three English words just letter by letter.

-Do you understand?

Wang Bin sent a voice over, "The old class just gave me a home visit today. If it weren't for the fact that there is a baby in my mother's belly who can't move freely, I guess I won't be able to see you tomorrow."

"Don't change the subject!" Cong Xiaoyi said, "Do you understand?"

"I understand it, but I changed the subject!" Wang Bin grinned back and said, "That's not the point! Show you a picture!"

As soon as Cong Xiao didn't reply to the message, Wang Bin immediately sent out two pictures, followed by a sentence.

- Today, our school posts spread all over the post!

The photo loaded for a few seconds, and Cong Xiao's hands shook after getting a little bigger.

- who sent it!

- I don’t know, the original post was deleted, and the rest are reposts!

Although the photos are not very clear, it can still be seen that one is Liu Meiting sitting on the seat next to the gynecology room waiting, and the other is Liu Meiting in the corridor of the ward after Cong Xiaoyi left in the afternoon.

As soon as Cong Xiao wasn't replying to the message, Wang Bin over there made two emojis and stopped talking.

Now the school is probably going crazy. Generally, those who like to go to the post bar are not good students. Cong Xiaoyi sat on the seat, his mind went blank. In fact, he has nothing to do with Liu Meiting. He said he knew each other because he smoked a cigarette in the alley next to the school gate. He helped her in the hospital in the afternoon, but he never thought of Liu Meiting's photo being put on the school post bar.

It's actually none of his business. Anything other than him has nothing to do with him. He doesn't care much about what will happen to Liu Meiting at school and doesn't want to know.

But, besides him and Yan Zihan, who else knows about this matter?

When I arrived at the school the next day, some people were already preaching. There were already a few big mouths in the class. As soon as Cong Xiao sat in his seat, he could hear a few words from them that seemed to be whispering but actually seemed to be propagandizing.

Wang Bin turned his head to look at Cong Xiaoyi, "It's all right now, the good student class has slapped me in the face."

"Take care of yourself." Cong Xiao covered Wang Bin's face with one hand, and pushed his head back. "Sleep for a while."

"What's the matter?" Wang Bin broke free, "It feels like something has been wrong with you since yesterday."

"I'm too tired from studying." Cong Xiaoyi lay down on the table, "I'm going to study in the library later."

"Then I can't bother you."

When get out of class was over at noon, Cong Xiaoyi deliberately pretended to be passing by, and looked inside Liu Meiting's class door. As he expected, Liu Meiting was not there. Yan Zihan sent a text message asking him to come to the piano room at noon. Cong Xiaoyi stayed for a second or two, turned around and left piano room.

Yan Zihan had already eaten and came over. When Cong Xiao arrived, Yan Zihan was playing the piano, and his fingertips jumped out to hit the notes one by one. It turned out that the legendary pianist did not play.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Yan Zihan quickly finished playing the last note, looking straight at Cong Xiaoyi.

"A little bit, I'm too tired from studying." Cong Xiao shrugged his nose, "It's troublesome, you understand."

"Let's practice the piano." Yan Zihan didn't answer Cong Xiaoyi's words, "Have you decided what song to play?"

"Choose one at random." Cong Xiaoyi stretched his waist. "I never thought I could play the piano."

"Baby." Yan Zihan stared at Cong Xiao and said, "You are great."

Cong Xiao was stunned by Yan Zihan's baby cry, and stayed on his seat for a long time without realizing it, but Yan Zihan ignored him and helped Cong Xiao choose a song with a smile, "How about "Fantasia"?"

"How can I play grade 7 pieces!" Cong Xiao said "Baby" in his ear was squeezed out by "Fantasia", "Just choose an easy one!"

Yan Zihan took Cong Xiaoyi's hand, "I'm serious, you are great, you are very good."

"I know I'm great, I'm fine." Cong Xiao put his chin on Yan Zihan's shoulder, "But it's really hard."

"Didn't you say that the previous time was wasted?" Yan Zihan pointed Cong Xiaoyi's forehead with his finger, "Take your time, you will get familiar with it if you practice more. I don't want you to be so confused all the time. It's always good to have a goal. .”

"So confident in me?" Cong Xiao asked.

"I've always felt that way." Yan Zihan shrugged his shoulders, "In the last semester, try hard."

Cong Xiaoyi felt a little confidence slowly overflowing from his whole body. Those were all given to him by the person in front of him, like someone handing you a light when you walk on a dark road, or like someone handing you a lamp when you are down. your hugs.

"How long are you going to stay in school?" Cong Xiao stretched out his hand and played a few times on the keys casually, familiarizing himself with the feeling.

"I didn't think about it before, but now it's up to you." Yan Zihan found the score of "Fantasia" and put it on the music stand, "I'll follow you after you graduate."

"So you are here to accompany me?" Cong Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"I came here to find you, and I accompanied you to go with you."

Yan Zihan didn't know how to say sweet words, but Cong Xiaoyi felt that dozens of jars of honey were thrown into his heart, and he was tired of it, and even his fingers when playing the piano became very fast.

There were two self-study sessions in the afternoon class, and Lao Xiong took up one session. When Cong Xiao was giving an impassioned lecture on the podium, Cong Xiao struggled a little bit in his heart. As soon as Cong Xiao heard Yan Zihan's words, he thought, "You are fine, you are fine." Great, nothing special but quite special.

The old Xiong gave the lecture very quickly, and he fell asleep under the podium. It was already an irritable life in the third year of high school. Even if he didn't study well, the pressure was still high. Everyone was in a hurry, and they couldn't understand. class, rushing to read endless books, rushing to leave school and rush to school, the old bear lost his anger just now at the end of the talk, and threw the practice paper in his hand on the desk as if giving up, "self-study , you continue to sleep, I will rest for a while, if you don’t know how to come up and ask me.”

Cong Xiaoyi felt that there was a gap between a good student and a bad student, at least in the eyes of the teacher. If a good student went up to ask the teacher a question, the teacher's reaction should be gratified, but if the latter went up to the bad student, it should be surprised.

Cong Xiaoyi thinks he is the latter, and the old bear’s expression can be described as horror. Cong Xiaoyi stands on the podium, and he can feel the curious and excited eyes of the students who are not sleeping below him. ghost.

When Cong Xiaoyi stood up and walked to the podium, he felt nothing. He just wanted to ask a question, but the reactions of the people around him made him feel like a different kind.

"Okay, okay!" Old Xiong came back to his senses and clapped his hands excitedly, "Look and see! Learn from everything!"

Cong Xiaoyi was a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to cover his face. Old Xiong grabbed his hand, "What are you covering! They should be covering!"

Cong Xiaoyi didn't understand what the old bear said, and the old bear's excited tone was in his ears. What equations he brought in was a bible for him. It was the same reason as letting the old bear play the piano now, and he couldn't figure it out. .

A class is not too long or too short, and the old bear is not yet excited enough. He pulls Cong Xiaoyi and wants to go to the office. There are already several classes outside. The door was pushed open quite loudly.

Cong Xiao turned his head and looked at it subconsciously. Liu Meiting was standing at the door, showing no expression. The heroine in yesterday's post appeared in the school, and some curious students gathered around the door of Cong Xiao's class.

There were already voices talking about it, and the old bear was a little confused, so Liu Meiting called out to Cong Xiaoyi, "Cong Xiaoyi, come here."

Cong Xiao stood there without moving, and he could feel something was going to happen in his heart. Someone started pointing, and now the protagonist of the topic had become two people. When he came over, he strode up to Cong Xiaoyi and slapped him hard.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.Refill.