Desperate

"Do you know what the double angle is?" Cen Lu sat on the bed and asked the person in front of him with a book in his hand.

The young soldier shook his head, obediently sitting upright on the concrete floor.

"You know the trigonometric functions, right?"

Zhou Pu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

Cen Lu's gray eyes moved over from the back of the book, looking at him with pity: "You must have heard of that function, right?"

Zhou Pushen looked at him foolishly, his puppy-like black eyes were full of flattery.

Cen Lu was startled, he slapped "Middle School Mathematics" on his thigh with a "wow", and stared at him: "Zhou Pushen, can you write the word 'function'?"

Zhou Pushen was forced to turn red, and he stammered and argued, "I...Of course I can write, just... No, just..." The young man waved his frail fingers in the air for a long time, but he didn't see him Spell out why.

Cen Lu sighed, fell back heavily on the quilt, and smashed the poor-quality cotton tire out of a human-shaped pit.He now only hates himself for having a cramp in his head and saying that he wanted to teach him.

He sat up again, grabbed the pencil next to the bed, and spelled out the word "function" in Zhou Pushen's precious textbook. Then the boy tilted his head and bit the pen to think for a long time, and then wrote in the book in a hurry. All the common phonetic symbols and some common words he could think of were listed.

Cen Lu handed the book to him through the gap in the railing: "Take it back and copy it, twenty times each, and come to me to write it silently when you are on duty next time. If you make a mistake," the boy's pupils, which were as transparent as agate, narrowed ,"snort."

Zhou Pushen didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately copied the 30-plus words with their phonetic symbols more than 40 times when he returned to the dormitory. Because of the limited paper, his writing was very small, densely packed like ants Crawled over the whole white paper.

This day it was his turn to be on duty again, Zhou Pushen couldn't wait to find Cen Lu with the thick stack of draft paper.

The boy was lying on the bed taking a nap, and was a little unhappy when he was suddenly woken up, but before he could speak to him, he saw Zhou Pushen's frighteningly thick fistful of paper: "What is this?"

Zhou Pushen saw that the hunk on his cheek, which was so hard to grow, was white and pink, and he was happy for no reason. He handed the paper to Cen Lu, and announced with some complacency: "Shut up, I promise I can write anything."

Cen Lu looked at the neat lines of handwriting, and glanced at the appearance of his own handwriting on the math book that had been copied and bolded, and his words of admonition stuck in his throat like that.

He really didn't expect that Zhou Pushen really took his words to heart and followed them one by one

Cen Lu has never studied seriously since he was a child, and the knowledge he has mastered has far surpassed his peers since he was a child. Cen Lu always stands arrogantly on the top of the mountain and looks down at people, and he never feels that there is anything wrong.

But now... Cen Lu glanced at Zhou Pu's expectant eyes, and the boy suddenly realized that the talent he was always proud of might not be attributed to him alone.

The so-called fate, family birth is fate, and self-effort is luck.

When he was receiving the most advanced and comfortable education in the entire empire, the child in front of him was probably being kicked in the face during combat training.

Cen Lu blinked his eyes, he knew that Zhou Pushen didn't like others to pity him, but he still couldn't help feeling compassionate.

He put down the paper in his hand, looked at him tenderly with light gray eyes, and curled up the two rosy lips that Zhou Pu had painstakingly brought back.

"You've done a good job." Zhou Pu listened deeply to what he said.

Zhou Pu was dumbfounded. In Cen Lu's gentle voice, the hot thing on his chest began to hit his chest with increasing force.The capillaries on the young soldier's face dilated due to excitement, and the blood slowly rose all over his face.

There was a sudden silence between the two, and an unusual atmosphere circulated silently between the two teenagers. Zhou Pushen could even hear the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind outside the prison mixed with the cicadas. The sound of summer's day scratched the tip of his heart and crisped his bones.

He looked at the young man's gentle and pretty face, and felt that receiving his praise seemed to be the most proud thing in the world.

Cen Lu looked at the other party's big black and white eyes and looked at himself without blinking, and couldn't help coughing. Cen Lu poured cold water on him: "This is where you are, you still have a lot to learn."

"I can learn." Zhou Pu stared at him closely, for fear that he would say no.

Even if the basin of cold water is poured on his head now, it will not quench Zhou Pushen's throbbing young boy's heart.

The boy lowered his head in embarrassment, but couldn't cover his crimson ears: "As long as you teach me, I can learn anything."

Cen Lu looked at his crimson ears and neck, and felt a little awkward in his heart, but he couldn't tell what the awkwardness was.So the young man could only open his eyes and close his eyes, and said dryly: "Today, I will copy another [-] words, and I will give you some questions to see how your level is."

"Okay." The young soldier stood there obediently, exuding an aura of hard work all over his body.Cen Lu rubbed his eyes, and felt that he was about to see the non-existent tail on his back wagging towards him in favor.

The boy had goosebumps all over his body, what's the matter?Why did this guy go from being full of anger to being more nasty in just a few weeks than when his mother was facing his father?

Cen Lu thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out the logical relationship in the middle, but the charming atmosphere made him feel uncomfortable.Cen Lu couldn't stand it anymore, so he thought of a bad idea in a blink of an eye. He tried to figure out Zhou Pushen's bottom line, and tentatively tried to divert his attention: "I teach you to read, but you don't have anything in return?"

Zhou Pu was stunned for a moment, and then began to seriously consider what he could give him.He thought about it for a while, and then he was a little ashamed to find that he had been a soldier for so many years, but he hadn't been able to save anything.In other words, he didn't even think about keeping anything by his side, and it would be nice to keep this life.

So he raised his eyes sadly: "I... have nothing..."

Cen Lu just wanted to say that you should let me go, but then he thought that he had just started to be a teacher, and it seemed not good to leave like this, and then he ran into the helpless eyes of that person.

Cen Lu only felt a tremor in his heart, but at that time he didn't understand that this kind of feeling that made him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to smash the wall was called pity.

He could only avoid Zhou Pushen's helpless eyes, and said perfunctorily: "If you don't have anything, you have to bow your head. I'm a few years older than you, so I'll be grateful to you for calling me brother."

He thought that according to the child's self-esteem, he would definitely refuse, but he didn't expect that Zhou Pu's dark eyes seemed to slowly gather the light of fireflies. He stood there stupidly and looked up at the boy who was half a head taller than him. Cen Lu, his eyes are bright.

He asked him uncertainly, with an imperceptible inferiority complex in his voice: "Can I really call you that?"

Cen Lu couldn't stand his gaze, he grew up so big, he had never seen a man who could be so mother-in-law, so he could only look away: "Yeah."

"...Brother." Zhou Pu called out in a low voice.

"Okay... okay." Cen Lu's voice trembled a little, it was obviously very small, but it lingered in his ears for a long time.

The word "brother" is the mutual dependence between brothers. Zhou Pushen called out "brother", no matter how he heard it, he felt... affectionate.

Cen Lu should have been happy, he should have been happy that he finally gained the trust of this child.

But now he is not happy.

Originally, he just wanted to develop an informant, that's all.

But this child seemed to be treated well by no one since he was a child, and he only showed a little kindness. Zhou Pushen looked like he wanted to show his heart, which made Cen Lu's 800-year-old thick-skinned a little bit uncomfortable.

After all, he is not his brother, nor can he be his brother.

The two of them were strangers from the beginning, and they will only be strangers in the end.

Cen Lu lowered his eyelids to hide the guilt in his eyes, he turned around and fell back on the bed, his voice buried in the pillow was muffled: "Okay, go back and copy, next time... I will teach you."

The more he interacted with Cen Lu, the more Zhou Pushen realized that although he was arrogant and arrogant by nature, once he identified a person, he would help him to the end without hesitation.

To be honest, Cen Lu is not a very good teacher. His excellent IQ makes him often not understand the problems of ordinary people. He always skips some content that he thinks is simple when explaining concepts, and then bows his head. From time to time, you will see Zhou Pushen's bewildered eyes.

Young Master Cen didn't realize that it was his own problem, so he rolled up the book and hit Zhou Pushen on the back of the head: "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Zhou Pushen's big eyes blinked, "Brother, can you explain it again."

Cen Lu thought that he didn't understand after explaining it twice, sometimes he even suspected that Zhou Pushen pretended not to understand in order to stay here for a while, but every time he saw the cute and cute child with his chin resting, Cen Lu's heart ached. Just can't get up hard.

He could only reach out from the railing and rub his soft black hair. Zhou Pushen's hair had grown long, but he hadn't cut it. The stubble that was originally like a hedgehog was now softly attached to his head.

At this moment, the door of the prison was opened, and the thin man on duty at the door walked in, and politely said to Cen Lu: "Young Master Cen, let's go."

It was only then that Cen Lu realized that all he had been thinking about recently was lecturing to Zhou Pushen, and he even forgot the routine every Saturday. He was annoyed and said to Zhou Pushen: "Go back, we can talk about it another day."

Zhou Pushen looked at Cen Lu's suddenly evasive gaze, and the skinny appearance of Cen Lu who was taken away last week suddenly popped up in his mind.

He poked his neck: "I'll wait here for my brother to come back."

"Be obedient." Cen Lu patted his head helplessly, "It's no use waiting here."

Zhou Pu couldn't resist him, and in the end he could only watch helplessly as the thin man took Cen Lu away.

The boy's fists were clenched tightly in the prison, and a bad premonition gradually spread from his heart to his whole body, freezing his whole body, and the powerless resentment crept into his heart again.

He stood there stubbornly, waiting all night.

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