The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 303 Scholar's Counterattack 5 (Gagen)
She still held the black fountain pen in her hand.

Seeing that she was silent, Meng Qingguang fixed her eyes on the pen, thought for a while, and asked, "Do you have a topic to discuss?"

It is true that for the two academic masters, discussing difficult problems is probably the only thing they can meet.

Lan Shuying thought for a while, then nodded seriously.

She really has a headache in mathematics, and it would be great if the overbearing hero can help her.

She can also take advantage of the opportunity of contacting him to observe this man's character.

In the case of Du Xianjun, Meng Qingguang knew how to avoid suspicion after dating Feng Wanwan. After the jade pendant was taken away, Meng Qingguang seemed to be willing to help, but Lan Shuying couldn't help being suspicious of him:
After all, he is Feng Wanwan's boyfriend, if he really wants to help with all his heart, he can do more.

Assuming he didn't try his best to help Du Xianjun, what would be the reason?
Is it because of his own mentality, or because of an agreement reached with Feng Wanwan?
The answers to these questions are related to whether she will add Meng Qingguang to the revenge list.

Meng Qingguang followed her into the classroom, always separated by one person.

When he walks, his back will be very straight, but he habitually lowers his head slightly, covering his eyes under the broken bangs, and does not easily meet people's eyes. This is one of the manifestations of lack of security and self-confidence.

Lan Shuying found a math exercise book and asked him for advice on the questions that bothered her the most.

Meng Qingguang looked at it, her eyebrows furrowed.

He subconsciously looked at Lan Shuying's calm face. The light shone on this white and beautiful face. Du Xianjun's appearance was not bad. The clear water lotus was inconspicuous at first glance, but the more you taste it, the more delicate it becomes.

Of course, Meng Qingguang wasn't concerned about beauty.

What puzzled him was that these topics seemed too simple for them.

Especially the third question, a similar question type appeared in the last monthly exam paper, it can be said that the teacher added it on purpose to increase the difficulty.His math test paper was overtaken by Du Xianjun because he missed the question and couldn't solve it.

Afterwards, he also heard from the teacher that only Du Xianjun from Class [-] got that question right in the whole school.

It's only been more than a week, but she won't do it?
He almost felt that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him, but it didn't look like it.

"What's wrong?" Lan Shuying asked.

Meng Qingguang frowned and met her clear black and white eyes. The other party was so calm, he was too embarrassed to point out his doubts, so he silently took the pen and quickly calculated on the draft paper.

"Okay, take a look."

He didn't deliberately slow down the calculation speed because she didn't know how to do it, and he didn't give detailed step-by-step explanations. He just finished the topic at his own pace, and then sighed comfortably, as if waking up from a dream, and quickly pushed the draft paper to she.

"Hey, if there's anything you don't understand, I'll tell you." Meng Qingguang said shyly with her eyes downcast.

While Lan Shuying was looking at that question, he quickly figured out the other questions.

The pale yellow draft paper was divided into several pieces of tofu. It was obviously draft paper without grids, but he wrote it meticulously. Every line was as neat as a printed textbook.

This person has obsessive-compulsive disorder, Lan Shuying thought silently.

In fact, one can also tell from Meng Qingguang's dress:
The shirt must be tucked into the school uniform trousers, and the pleats of a row of clothes are evenly distributed;

The school badge must be stuck in the middle of the pocket, impartial;
The hood of the coat should be placed neatly, and the lengths exposed by the drawstrings on both sides are almost the same;

The nails are clean, at first glance, the edge curvature of each nail is trimmed the same;
……

There is also the scariest point: Meng Qingguang's requirements for the accuracy of time are so high that it is outrageous. He always steps into the school gate on the hour, eats the same breakfast every day, and walks to the door of the classroom just to finish the last bite.

For example, just now, why is Du Xianjun so sensitive to nine o'clock in the evening?

It was because Meng Qingguang passed by this corridor every day at [-]:[-].

"How about it, can you understand it?" Meng Qingguang asked in a low voice.

Before saying this, he glanced at the wall clock, revealing imperceptible restlessness.

Lan Shuying understood.

This is because her asking for advice destroyed the timing of the other party's observance.

When familiar things change, especially when he cares about them, Meng Qingguang will be at a loss, eager to return to the rhythm he is used to.

She said sincerely: "I understand, thank you."

The other party immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Then...?"

Lan Shuying pursed her lips and smiled, and began to tidy up the things on the table, "They said that tonight is Christmas Eve, they would give themselves a holiday, and they will go home now."

Meng Qingguang hesitated for a few seconds, until she picked up her schoolbag and said with some uncertainty: "Shall I take you back...?"

Lan Shuying was a little flattered: "How dare you? It's so late, don't waste your time."

"No, there is no delay." Hearing her polite refusal, Meng Qingguang became firm instead.

Walking out of the teaching building, the two walked side by side under the dim street lights. Most of the campus was shrouded in darkness, and the whistling of the north wind made people panic.

At this time, he added slowly: "It's not very far."

Pfft, Lan Shuying was amused by the long reflex arc of this bully boy.

What he said was also true.

Meng Qingguang shared the rent with other students near the school, while Du Xianjun's parents opened a small restaurant near the school.

If you look north from the bedroom on the second floor of the restaurant, you can see Meng Qingguang's window as soon as you look up, only two or three hundred meters away.This once made Du Xianjun feel happy.

The road is very quiet.

Meng Qingguang seldom walked with other people, and he didn't realize the matter of finding a topic at all. He felt uncomfortable, couldn't help but quicken his pace, and wanted to return home as soon as possible. Only the narrow private room and stacks of exercise books could bring him sense of security.

Lan Shuying just came here today, and she doesn't want to talk to a teenage boy.

In the cold wind, she pulled the scarf tighter, covering the lower half of her face, and kept silent as expected.

The bistro was already closed.

The lights were broken in several places, so when looking from this street corner, you can only see the word "restaurant" alone, and half of the word "guan" is missing.

"Just send it here, thank you very much today." Lan Shuying offered to say goodbye.

Meng Qingguang left in a hurry.

His back looks like he's running away.

Lan Shuying thought faintly: Meng Qingguang like this is really different from the cold and sullen businessman at the end of the plot.

"Du Xianjun! Where did you go, what do you want to do when you come back so late?!"

A fat figure stood in front of her with arms crossed.

Lan Shuying glanced down.

Du Xianjun's body has developed rapidly, and she is already close to 1.7 meters tall. Looking at this person can be said to be looking down.

This is Du Xianjun's biological mother, Ms. Tao Guilian.

(End of this chapter)