No.70 days

The days of the second year of high school passed quickly and slowly.In addition to the monthly exam, the school has added a weekly test, which takes turns in language, mathematics and foreign languages.The teachers all said that this is preparing for your third year of high school.Shao Wu's breakfast time has been compressed, from 10 minutes to 10 minutes—just to sleep in those 10 minutes.Every morning, when he rushed to the school on his bicycle and rushed into the classroom, he could see Yang Shuyi sleeping on the desk.

Yang Shuyi came early, he was never late, he just fell asleep when he came, and seldom attended lectures.

After two months of school, the teachers didn't care much about Yang Shuyi anymore.

When going to deliver homework, Shao Wu heard sister Shan muttering to herself: "What's the matter with his parents, they can't even call, how busy can they be?"

Shao Wu hesitated to explain to Yang Shuyi: "It seems that his father drives a truck and often runs long distances."

Sister Shan sighed: "Is that so? I just heard Mr. Dong say that he is a single parent—hey, he looks like a smart kid, and no one cares about him at home, so it's delayed."

Shao Wu: "He..."

Sister Shan: "Huh?"

Shao Wu shook his head: "He is quite smart."

"What's the use of being smart!" Sister Shan tapped on the keyboard irritably, "He doesn't study at all, it's like he's allergic to learning! Look at him, he doesn't go out to mess around, he doesn't have a date, he just goes out every day. Playing on your own... no matter how smart you are, it will be a waste of time."

Shao Wu didn't speak, but silently squeezed the fingers hanging by his side.

He didn't hate iron and steel like sister Shan, he was just sad because they all said that Yang Shuyi was "delayed", as if they had directly sentenced him to death.

——Later, after a few years, Shao Wu would understand that what the teachers said was true. If Yang Shuyi had really finished three years of high school like this at that time, he would have been "delayed" in his life.They are all ordinary county children, and study is their only way to change their destiny.But there was no way, Shao Wu was too young at that time, so young that he didn't know the safety of the world, and felt that the so-called "levels" in this world were nothing more than Yang Shuyi eating steamed buns that cost [-] cents each, while he ate small buns that cost [-] yuan and [-] tael. noodle.

Shao Wu went back to the classroom and walked quickly.Just now he really wanted to tell Sister Shan that Yang Shuyi was not so recalcitrant, nor hopeless, at least every time the teacher asked him to make up his homework, he obediently made it up.

There was wailing in the classroom, and the math class representative was handing out the papers for last night's weekly test.Mathematics has always been the bane of liberal arts students. When Shao Wu entered the door, he just heard the class representative call his name.

"You're crazy, one hundred and four!" Zhu Jingjing screamed, "Show me quickly! I'm only 77 by myself!"

Shao Wu was surrounded by several girls led by Zhu Jingjing, and soon they snatched the test paper.

It doesn't matter, Shao Wu knows where his points are deducted: there is no time to count the last question of multiple choice questions, and if he makes a mistake, five points will be deducted.The idea of ​​the second question of the derivative question is correct, but if the calculation is wrong, five points will be deducted.He had expected it when he handed in the paper yesterday.

At this moment, he couldn't care about these things at all. Sister Shan's sigh still echoed in his ears. Sister Shan said, this is too bad.

Shao Wu walked to Yang Shuyi's desk, the other students were either howling, complaining or laughing secretly, the class was in chaos, no one noticed his tight lips.

Yang Shuyi was lying on his stomach, sleeping.The math paper was placed by his desk by the class representative.

There is a bright red "53" on the front of the scroll.

Yang Shuyi was still wearing his summer school uniform, and the short sleeves looked very loose on him, perhaps because he had washed it too many times.

"Yang Shuyi." Shao Wu called softly.He was full of apprehension, and he didn't seem to want to really wake Yang Shuyi up.

However, Yang Shuyi moved his head, and immediately straightened up.

A book with a torn cover came out of his arms: "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji".

"What's wrong?" Yang Shuyi blinked vigorously, his eyes were a little red, it seemed that he didn't get enough sleep.

Shao Wu: "...Then what, you got 53 in the exam."

Yang Shuyi:?

"Mathematics! This, I want to ask you... you..." Shao Wu actually stuttered, "Can you know these questions?"

Yang Shuyi was stunned for two seconds, and then he answered confidently: "Will you still take the 53 exam?"

Shao Wu: "Then... Shall I teach you?"

Now Shen Qi came over with a look of surprise: "Hey, did Lao Dong let you two form a study group?"

Recently, Old Dong is thinking about setting up a study group in his class, mainly to mobilize the cultural students to help the special students.

"Ah, um," Shao Wu replied vaguely, "I... just give him the lecture topic."

"That's just right! I'll listen too!" Shen Qi immediately grabbed the pen and paper.

Yang Shuyi looked at Shao Wu and then at Shen Qi, with a confused look on his face.But he still said, "Then tell me."

There is a quarter of an hour between evening self-study classes, which is enough for a few simple multiple-choice questions.

"Here, make an auxiliary line perpendicular to its edge..." Shao Wu drew a shallow line with a pencil on Yang Shuyi's paper.

"So these two lines are perpendicular bisectors to each other." Shao Wu carefully turned his face and saw that the corners of Yang Shuyi's eyes were red, maybe it was because he just rubbed his eyes, "Yang Shuyi, do you understand?"

Yang Shuyi frowned, looking a little tired: "Yes."

Shen Qi on the side also said: "Understood, hey, why didn't I think of doing this auxiliary line at the time."

Not long after the class bell rang, Shao Wu reluctantly moved back to his seat.After sitting down, he couldn't help turning his head, only to see Yang Shuyi lying down again, with the paper casually pressed under his arm.

Shao Wu guessed that Yang Shuyi didn't understand, but Shen Qi listened enthusiastically, so he was probably embarrassed to interrupt.Or maybe he didn't care if he could understand or not.

Shao Wu's hand reached into the schoolbag, and his fingertips touched a hard corner in the bottom interlayer.It was formed by stacking three A4 papers together and folding them in half.

Shao Wu didn't even dare to take them out, he was afraid of being seen by Zhu Jingjing, because it was too strange.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone ran outside—they were just growing up, and they were so hungry that they rushed home for supper.Seeing that Yang Shuyi was still lying on his stomach, Shao Wu squeezed out the three pieces of paper and got up slowly.

At this time, there were only a few students on duty left in the classroom.

"Yang Shuyi." Shao Wu called again.

"Huh? Are you still talking about the topic?" Yang Shuyi lay still on his stomach, his voice muffled.

"...It's too late today, I'll give you the draft paper, you can take a look when you go back, okay?"

Yang Shuyi turned his head, revealing half of his face from the crook of his arm.Shao Wu saw the incandescent light in the classroom hitting his face, and the shadow of his eyelashes was slantedly reflected on the bridge of his nose, and the shadow was stretched very long.

Yang Shuyi took the draft paper, unfolded it, and was silent for a few seconds: "Is this a draft?"

Shao Wu: "Ah, yes." His voice was low, because he was very guilty.

Yang Shuyi got up, held the draft paper and asked, "Did the old director ask you to help me study?"

"En." With just such a word, Shao Wu's heart almost jumped out.

"..."

Yang Shuyi didn't speak, but frowned, staring at the draft paper in his hand.In the past ten seconds or so, Shao Wu almost admitted to the shit that it was not arranged by the old Dong, but voluntarily, voluntarily teaching you.

"Thank you," Yang Shuyi said suddenly. He looked at Shao Wu, spoke slowly and seriously, "But you don't need to tutor me. Really, it's a waste of your time."

Shao Wu's heart floated because of his words, and then sank because of his words.

"But this, I will read it." Yang Shuyi smiled, and stuffed Shao Wu's draft paper and his math paper into his schoolbag.

On those three A4 draft papers were Shao Wu's neat drafts.Neatness, draft, these two words are contradictory—whose math scratch paper is not in a mess?Mathematics exams are already time-consuming, and there are endless questions, so how can I have time to type up the draft neatly.

But Shao Wu's draft is neat, one, two, three, four, five questions are arranged one by one, each question has a small space, and the calculation process is written in it.It's better to say it's an answer than a draft.

Because of these three drafts, he did not make the last multiple choice question.At that time, he thought that if it was written like this, Yang Shuyi would probably be able to understand it.

Does Yang Shuyi know that this is a draft he made especially for him?

He hoped that Yang Shuyi knew, but also hoped that Yang Shuyi didn't know.

"Shao Wu!"

Shao Wu suddenly raised his head, unexpectedly seeing Yang Shuyi striding towards him.Didn't he go home?Why are you back?

"Do you want cold cake?" Yang Shuyi said, "I treat you to cold cake."