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In his sleep, his head looked like a large stove filled with boiling water, which kept boiling until the middle of the night before gradually starting to reduce the fever.

Jian Zixing knew because Zhong Chen got up in the middle of the night and touched his forehead three times.

After the first touch, he put a piece of children's fever-reducing stickers on him. After the second touch, he touched his forehead and face again. The third time he breathed a sigh of relief, muttered something to himself, and then fell back on the bed to sleep.

Jian Zixing wanted to open his eyes several times, but it was like a nightmare, his brain struggled desperately but he couldn't control his body.

In a daze, he wondered if this state would be similar to the stage his father was in.

But he was obviously luckier than his dad. There was a guy around him who kept touching him to see him, so he was not so lonely and helpless.

……

It was already daylight when I woke up completely.The quilt is full of sweat, but the body is very relaxed, and the quilt feels like a new life.

The corridor is very noisy, Gao Ang and Zhang Xi are not there.

Jian Zixing glanced blankly to the side, but Zhong Chen was not there.

"hello."

The door of the room was knocked open with his foot, and Zhong Chen came in whistling, holding a tied plastic bag in his hand.The plastic bag swished in the air a few times, and the steamed buns and tea eggs were squeezed together.

"Wake up!" Zhong Chen said, "Sick Peggy gets up and eats! After eating, go to class!"

"Say more repetitions and sew your mouth shut." Jian Zixing pouted and touched the ladder to get out of bed.

The fever lasted overnight, and now my limbs are a bit dull, and the soles of my feet are limp when I step on the ladder's crossbar.

But the smell of steamed buns got into his nose, and there was also a faint smell of washing powder on Zhong Chen's body.

Without washing his hands, Jian Zixing took two bites of the steamed stuffed bun in the plastic bag, "How much?"

"Please eat." Classmate Zhong Lottery waved his hand generously, "After eating Maliu and going to class, Hu Xiujie really wants to hang me on the flagpole if I skip class again."

"You're still afraid." Jian Zixing tsk-tsk.

Probably because the fever was consuming energy, he ate in a hurry and wiped out two big meat buns in a blink of an eye.Zhong Chen smiled and leaned on the ladder to watch him eat, and when his chewing speed slowed down, he reached out and snatched the last half of it from his hand.

Before Jian Zixing had time to stare at him, he stuffed the buns into his mouth in one gulp, chewing with puffed cheeks and raising his eyebrows triumphantly.

"Get up!" Zhong Chen waved his hand in the air, "Towards the bathroom, attack!"

Jian Zixing couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, took the washbasin and mixed with him into the large army rushing in the corridor of the dormitory in the morning.

Stepping on the preparatory bell and rushing into the class, Jian Zixing paused at the feet of Jian Zixing in front of the blackboard.

On the side of the blackboard was a report card pressed with a magnet, which was different from the previous one - there were only more than 20 lines in total, the first one was not him, it was a name that he couldn't match at all.

Jian Zixing stood there and kept going down until the last place before he saw himself.

Jian Zixing - 317 points.

Jian Zixing retracted the foot that had stepped out and landed on the ground, and stared at the report card.

He wondered whether the fever lowered the IQ, and he was very puzzled.

What is 317 points?Looking all the way down, 317 is the highest, why is it ranked last?

Zhong Chen, who had already rushed to the other side of the podium, turned around and found that he had lost one, so he looked back again.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" He squeezed next to Jian Zixing, glanced at the report card, and narrowed his eyes subtly.

"Which exam is this?" Jian Zixing was confused, "What is the exam? Why don't I have any memory?"

Zhong Chen didn't say a word, and after two seconds, he stretched out his hand and pointed behind Jian Zixing's name.

"Bad score."

Jian Zixing was stunned for half a second, "What?"

The class bell rang completely, and the old horse appeared at the door with the exercise paper under his arm. The people in front of him immediately returned to their seats, and Jian Zixing had to trot back to his seat.

"Have you all seen this report card?" Lao Ma asked with a smile, "Did anyone understand it?"

The faces below were dumbfounded.

Liu Yi was not sure: "Is this the expectation that everyone's score will be higher than the main line next year?"

"No." The old horse took a sip of tea leisurely.

There are all kinds of guesses below, some say that the scores lost in this mock test are sloppy, and some say that it is the repetition improvement goals that Lao Ma set for each of them.

Jian Zixing lowered his head, paused with the pen tip on the paper, and suddenly understood.

"You're not on the list?" He looked at Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen smiled, "Ah."

Jian Zixing patted the table—the model test results, he got 449, Zhong Chen got 132.

The score difference is 317.

"You kids who lack imagination." Lao Ma sighed, "Or Director Hu said that your brains are all blocked by the routine of the college entrance examination. The freshman class is better, and you little eggs that are returned to the furnace are all stunned. The problem-solving is quite smooth, but the number sensitivity is a mess. This is the score difference of each pair of you at the same table, and it will be recorded under the name of the person with a slightly better score."

There was a sudden realization in the classroom.

Ma Feichen sighed, "It's just that we can't remember the points at the same table, it's not that we have poor sensitivity to numbers."

"That's even more serious." Ma said with a serious face, "You don't love your deskmate."

Li Qiankun turned his head in confusion, "Brother Ma, don't you love me?"

The class roared with laughter.

Jian Zixing was a little bored and thought it was a little funny, turned around inadvertently, but saw Zhong Chen looking at him with a smile.

"Look how competent I am." Zhong Chen mouthed each word, "I love you so much."

Jian Zixing said with a serious face, "Thank you."

Someone in the class muttered something first, and then there was an uproar, and the people in front all turned their heads to look over.

Liu Yi was so happy that he slapped the table, "I just thought about it, there are more than 300 things in Zixing, hahahaha Brother Chen is amazing! With his own strength, he dragged Zixing from the top to the bottom of the list, and built an insurmountable gap!"

Zhong Chen squinted hypocritically, "It's a small thing."

"Okay." Lao Ma patted the podium table with a smile, "I didn't mean to make you a burden to each other with this thing, but to add a little popularity to our class. From the next exam, the numbers will be replaced by difference." Changes in value. For example, Jian Zixing and Zhong Chen, this time they only take four subjects with a difference of 317, and next time they take six subjects, there is a high probability that the difference will be 517. We don’t care whether the gap is widening or shrinking, take the absolute value, then Next time, the number behind Jian Zixing will become 200. The difference and difference ratio will roll down with the exam one by one."

Zhong Chen raised his hand, "I think you underestimated my Chinese ability."

The class burst into laughter.Someone asked, "I feel like this number doesn't make sense."

"Of course there is." Lao Ma said, "The meaning is to let you feel the fetters of each other. Every change does not represent the college entrance examination, but a frozen memory between people in the past short period of time. Senior three, enterprising and Peers are precious. Abstract? That's the beauty of mathematics."

There was discussion in the classroom, and Lao Ma didn't organize discipline, but wrote math problems on the blackboard with chalk.

It was the challenge question last night. A blackboard was divided into two pieces. On the left is Jian Zixing's solution last night, and on the right is the solution of that gg.

"Okay." Lao Ma knocked on the blackboard after finishing writing, and said, "This question was meant to give everyone a fresh start, but there are two very clever solutions, which are so wonderful that I can't sleep in the middle of the night. Excited till the wee hours."

There was music all around, some people looked back at Jian Zixing, others looked at Gao Ang.

"It doesn't matter who wrote it." Lao Ma waved his hand, "I just want to tell everyone, I personally prefer the one on the left, so let's start with this one."

The classroom quickly quieted down. Lao Ma introduced Jian Zixing's problem-solving method on the top, and the people below took notes.

Jian Zixing listened boredly for a while, then twirled the ballpoint pen twice on his fingertips, then suddenly put it on the notebook and stopped.

"You..." He turned his head to look at Zhong Chen who was lying on the table and getting ready to sleep, "Why did you suddenly think that it was a difference?"

Lao Ma said that this is digital sensitivity.It might sound like overkill at first, but it is.

It is probably the first time for everyone to experience the point difference between two people at the same table, without experience to guide them, so they can't guess the truth.

Zhong Chen stood there and glanced at 317 and directly came to the conclusion that this is the so-called digital sensitivity.

Zhong Chen yawned, "What do you think?"

"I can't think of it." Jian Zixing said honestly, "Especially a big reward for your confusing behavior of walking around the world."

Zhongchen blinked, sighed and said impatiently: "How else can you think of it? You asked for leave in advance yesterday, and I called it an unreasonable absence from class. Hu Xiujie scolded me for four to ten minutes on the phone. I learned from you, just saying that you are 10 points higher than me has been repeated no less than ten times."

Jian Zixing was stunned.

Zhong Chen yelled again, pulling the corners of his mouth in disgust, "I dream of a woman lying next to my ear and whispering, three-year-old, three-year-old... Damn mentally retarded."

The classroom was very quiet, and the voices in the back row were a little abrupt.

The old horse raised his head and glanced this way, Jian Zixing consciously looked back at his book, and Zhong Chen honestly lay on his stomach without saying a word.

After a while, Zhong Chen casually tore off a corner of the paper, drew a few strokes, and pushed it over.

- Was that "ss" in yesterday's post you?

A small piece of paper as big as the belly of a thumb can't even write a reply.

Jian Zixing was also so rough by this person that he was speechless, turned over a page of notes, and wrote on a brand new piece of paper: It's me.You still read the post?

- I didn't read it, I bought steamed stuffed buns and listened to people's discussion in the cafeteria, so I guessed it was you.

Jian Zixing: Oh.

What does -ss mean?

Jian Zixing told the truth: It's boring, right under the thumb of his left hand is the s key, and he pressed it twice casually.

Hearing this, Zhong Chen deliberately took out his mobile phone, opened the dialog box and tried it, it was really true.

-I thought it meant something, and I thought about it for a long time.

Jian Zixing: What does it mean?

Zhong Chen tilted his head and looked out of the window, thought for a while and wrote: You and your little earrings are going to be people who shine in the dark, ss, sparkle.

Jian Zixing froze for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the earring on his right ear.

The surprise in his black eyes was fleeting, and after a while he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and replied: Then you can also open an account, called zz.

"Hey." Zhong Chen sat up straight all of a sudden, stared and asked in a low voice, "Call me mentally retarded?"

"No." Jian Zixing glanced at the old horse on the podium, smiled and said in a low voice, "Aren't you brother dragging, dragging."

Zhong Chen froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Damn it. It's pretty nice." He muttered, "Yeah, that's right, the handsome guy Chenchen wants to be yelled."

A day's class passed quickly, everyone was racing against time, Gao Gao was already too tired to stand in line for dinner at dinner.

Leaning against the big pillar in the cafeteria, he asked, "I think you're studying hard all day today. What are you studying?"

"Prepare the materials for WRC registration." Jian Zixing said, "The deadline is next week."

Zhong Chen, who stretched his neck to look at the menu, moved his ears, and immediately turned around, "How are you preparing?"

"Xiao Xie's design inspiration, manuscripts, and historical parameters have all been sorted out." Jian Zixing said, "Tomorrow, print out the registration form and fill it out. I will ask for leave for evening self-study and go to the Internet cafe to apply online first, and then send the materials. After that, I will leave it to fate."

"Don't be nervous." Gao Ang stretched out his hand and rubbed Jian Zixing's back, "The individual competition and the team competition are screened separately. Let me tell you, if Brother Crab fails to pass the preliminary screening, it is really unreasonable."

Jian Zixing nodded, "Yes."

"I said." Zhong Chen looked at the side for a while, then suddenly looked at Gao Ang and said: "You two big boys are together every day, you rub me, I rub you, don't you feel panicky?"

"Is there?" Gao Ang was taken aback.

"There must be." Zhong Chen curled his lips, "It makes people feel numb just looking at it."

"I didn't think so at first." Gao Ang seemed to have listened, "It seems a little bit when you say it. I'll go, and I won't rub it in the future."

Uncle Zhongchen snorted, turned his head and continued to look at the menu.

Jian Zixing stared at the back of his head for five seconds.

All he could think about was someone who opened his hand to him that night.

"Come and give me a loving hug!"

Hug your little pine flower belly.

There is also the face to say that others are panicked.

"Are you going to the Internet cafe tomorrow night for self-study?" Zhong Chen turned around and asked.

Jian Zixing: "Yes."

"Then I'll go home too." Zhongchen yawned, "Go back to the old house and see if I can clean up some of my previous clothes and shoes. I'm almost wearing beggar clothes."

"So Brother Chen's hometown is here?" Gao Ang was surprised, and after a while he suddenly frowned, "Oh no, your brand of clothes are beggar clothes, what are we wearing?"

"The handsome guy has high demands on himself." Zhong Chen said lightly, "You don't understand."

Before signing up, Jian Zixing was always nervous. It was not until the moment when the online application was submitted that a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.

He really likes this competition, but he is eager to sign up to get the results, more to compete with Li Jingyi.

Zhong Chen was actually right, no matter how much he looked down upon, Li Jingyi was his biological father, his biological father.

He has to compete with Li Jingyi and convince each other, otherwise it will be endless tearing.

Internet cafes are full of social youths who play games, shouting Shasha Zhentian, who don't know, think they have traveled to the Longmen Inn in some troubled world.

Jian Zixing got off the plane quickly, and bought the last can of cold beer in the refrigerator before leaving.

I seldom drank alcohol before, not because I couldn’t drink, but because I didn’t feel comfortable drinking.

But it's different recently, after drinking it with Zhong Chen twice, I feel clear from the inside to the outside, and I gradually like that feeling.

He crossed the overpass and entered the dark narrow path.

There are four or ten minutes before the end of evening self-study and school. The time is a bit awkward. I haven't decided whether to go to the classroom or go back to the dormitory.

If he went back to the dormitory directly, he would have to explain to the aunt for a long time. The aunt seemed to have some kind of natural distrust towards him and Zhong Chen.

Jian Zixing walked back and let the air go, and when he reached about half of the small path, his feet suddenly paused.

He only paused for half a second, like a metronome missing a beat, and then immediately returned to the original frequency, as if nothing happened.

There are people behind.

Jian Zixing pursed his lips vigilantly as he continued to walk forward.

Not sure, since no footsteps could be heard.But there is a secret feeling, as if being watched by someone.

He took another two steps as usual, then turned around abruptly, before he could see what was in the darkness, he accelerated on the spot and charged.

He didn't know what he was chasing, maybe it was a trance shadow, or even his own hallucination.

All the way back to the side of the road, people and cars are bustling like a dragon, and there is no suspicious shadow.

The hustle and bustle of the huge city diluted all the sensitivity just now, making him feel like a drama star in a trance.

Jian Zixing stood for a while, and then slowly turned around and walked back in some confusion.

As soon as he turned into the path, he stopped again, took two steps back, and looked into the corner of the campus wall on the right.

That is a shoe.

It was covered with mud and soil, and even suspected of bird droppings. After being poured by rain several times, a piece of the soft leather on the upper was cracked.

And if you don't have an impression of the green, red and green three stripes, you will never think that this used to be a little white shoe.

Jian Zixing took a deep breath, walked over, and stared at the shoe for ten seconds.

Then he picked up the shoe with his fingertips with a look of lost dreams.

"Isn't this the missing shoe of the handsome guy Chenchen?" Jian Zixing said blankly, "It's really a fate."