A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

The force on his mouth was not too strong, Shen Wen rubbed his lips with a sense of punishment.

Zhuang Shen subconsciously looked in front of his eyes.

In the small theater, everyone was facing the stage, and at a glance, only the back of their heads were left neatly.

Some people turned their heads to discuss, and there was a suppressed noisy voice. Although the probability was not high, it was possible for the people in front to turn around.

Zhuang Shen raised his hand and pushed him, watching his eyes brighten up.

Shen Wen lowered his eyes, felt the soft temperature of his lips, gave him the water bottle in his hand, and sat beside him.

Zhuang Shen unscrewed the water cap and asked him, "What did you cover up just now?"

He raised his chin slightly and took a sip of water. The dim light on the stage came over, and his lips were stained with water.

Shen Wen looked at him, wanting to continue the kiss just now.

Zhuang Shen was still waiting for his reply.

"Didn't you wear a shirt on purpose today to cover the teeth marks on the back of your neck?" Shen Wen raised his hand, and put his fingertips on his lips, gently wiping away the wet marks on his lips.

Zhuang Shen frowned: "No."

Shen Wen's fingers stopped and he exerted a little force.

"I heard that you have to wear a shirt for the New Year's Eve party." Zhuang Shen replied to him with no concealment in his eyes.

Shen Wen didn't let go of his fingers, because Zhuang Shen was talking, and he could clearly feel the tenderness from rubbing under his fingers.

The boy's clear pupils looked straight at him, and there was a small light in his eyes, which was harmless and clean.

It's just terrible.

Shen Wen leaned over, this time covering her gently, the kiss was fleeting.

He suppressed his voice, his eyes darkened: "But an underground romance is also good."

Zhuang Shen turned his head and removed Shen Wen's hand pinching his waist, his fingertips were cool: "Watch the show well, Brother Wen."

His voice was very soft, and the last two words were like a feather passing through the center of the lake, causing a wave of waves.

Shen Wen ground his teeth, and could only look away, looking at the stereotyped performances on the stage.

The Shen family in Beijing.

Nie Bing sat quietly in the black BMW, straightened her long hair on both sides in front of the small mirror, and when she put the mirror back into her bag, she glanced at a photo inside.

The car stopped slowly, and the butler in formal attire opened the door for her, and said with a smile, "Miss Nie, we're here."

Nie Bingjing immediately closed the bag and thanked him politely.

Entering the Shen family mansion, Nie Bingjing followed the butler upstairs with a natural expression, and heard him say, "Mister and Madam are waiting for you in the living room."

In the living room, Mother Shen saw her coming and waved to her, "Why are you here suddenly? I didn't ask anyone to prepare anything."

Nie Bingjing greeted the two of them, and the man sitting on the other side nodded to her and hummed.

She smiled decently, walked over and sat down on the chair next to Shen's mother, and smiled at him: "I haven't been back for a long time, I just came out of home, thinking of visiting you on New Year's Day."

The servants served some snacks, and Shen's mother asked gently: "You transferred to Shen Wen's class? Does he usually take care of you?"

Nie Bingjing paused with a smile, lowered her eyes, and said a little disappointed: "He is very good, but we haven't seen each other for a long time, and he doesn't seem to know me anymore... I went to find him, and he didn't want to be with me. .”

Shen's mother smiled softly, and patted her hand in fear: "He is like this, he is cold to everyone, don't pay too much attention to it, I have told him several times, sooner or later no one will like him if he continues like this."

Nie Bingjing blinked, and said hesitantly, "... Brother, he doesn't want to talk to me, part of the reason is..."

Mother Shen saw her hesitating, and comforted her: "What's the matter? You just say it."

"...Because he's in a relationship, he doesn't want to talk to me." Nie Bingjing bit her lip and squeezed out the words.

Shen's mother was taken aback for a moment, with joy and surprise in her eyes: "Really? When did it happen?"

"I don't know." Nie Bing shook her head quietly, and when she saw Father Shen, she looked at her.

They all cared about Shen Wen.

Shen's mother's smile became brighter, and her tone became warmer: "Don't pay too much attention to this matter, Shen Wen, he is not a man, after talking about a girlfriend, he might want to keep a distance from girls, for fear of affecting..."

"However, the person he associates with is not a girl." Nie Bingjing blurted out.

After finishing speaking, as if suddenly realizing something, he covered his mouth and opened his eyes wide, looking panicked and regretful.

There was an eerie silence in the living room.

Sure enough, as she expected, the smile on Shen's mother disappeared, and even Shen's father, who didn't pay much attention to this side, frowned.

"Are you sure this is true?" Father Shen asked her.

Nie Bing pursed her lips and nodded quietly. She opened the small bag and took out a photo from it.

"I didn't know it at first, but someone took a picture of it later."

She puts the photo on the table.

Both Shen's mother and Shen's father looked over.

In the photo, Shen Wen was facing the camera, showing half of his face. There was a boy standing in front of him. From his back, he could only be seen to be tall and thin, with a white neck that was exposed outside.

The two held hands, and Shen Wen looked at the person in front of him with rare tenderness.

Nie Bingjing glanced at the photo, and immediately moved away and said, "Actually, I thought they were just good friends... so there may be some misunderstanding between me and his boyfriend. I wanted to make friends with my brother through him before." , I didn't expect him to be angry... The relationship between us is getting worse and worse."

Shen's mother picked up the photo, glanced at it and put it on the table, her eyes showed the care of the elders: "We will ask him about this, don't be sad."

Nie Bing nodded quietly: "I see, I didn't handle this well."

Not long after, Nie Bingjing came out of Shen's house, glanced at the graceful and gorgeous villa behind her, and briskly raised the corners of her mouth.

In the living room of Shen's family, Shen's mother picked up the photo, carefully looked at the back of the boy on it, raised her red lips and smiled: "I really can't see it, our youngest son usually looks down on everyone. Look, finally found a boyfriend?"

Father Shen picked up the coffee by the table, his expression darkened.

Shen's mother gave him the photo and asked, "Do you want to take care of it?"

Father Shen stared at the photo and said, "Find a time and ask him to come back."

Shen's mother looked at the boy's back in the photo, her face was thoughtful.

After New Year's Day, it meant final exams every two weeks, and the atmosphere in the class became heavy again.

The teacher in front threw down the sentence that everyone should do the questions by themselves, and then sat on the chair and flipped through the book.

Zhuang Shen was sitting on the phone with a question. Jiang Huai, who was in front of him, turned around and handed over his test paper and asked, "Brother Shen, is there any simple solution to this question?"

So Zhuang Shen glanced at it, and then wrote two formulas on the draft paper: "Apply directly."

Jiang Huai took it gratefully, and after a while, he turned back and said, "What are you guys going to do during the winter vacation? I don't want to study now, I just want to go back and play games quickly. Let's celebrate the New Year soon!"

Shen Wen raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "With your grades, you can live a good year without reading books?"

"Don't bring me down like that!" Jiang Huai sighed, and picked up the test paper again, still muttering in his mouth: "If I can get a full score in the exam, I won't sit in school and study, just pretend to be forced to go home, anyway You can get full marks, so there is nothing to be afraid of.”

Behind, Shen Wen raised his lips and said in a low voice: "You're right."

He looked sideways, Zhuang Shen was facing the phone screen with a focused expression.

"Where do you usually spend Chinese New Year?" Shen Wen asked him.

Zhuang Shen looked at the phone screen, lowered his eyes, thought for a while and said, "It's right here."

Shen Wen nodded: "I want to go back to Beijing."

This means that they will be far apart during Chinese New Year.

Zhuang Shen didn't speak, and kept clicking on his phone.

Seeing that he was so calm, Shen Wen couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it my deskmate, are you so cold?"

After Zhuang Shen finished answering the last question, he raised his eyes and replied, "If you want to see me, just say, I'll find you."

Shen Wen asked, "How are you going to see me?"

Zhuang Shen: "Take the car."

Shen Wen thought about it for a moment, and suspected that Zhuang Shen was talking about taking the green leather train.

He frowned when he thought of his usual quiet deskmate crammed into a carriage with a group of adults returning home, surrounded by strangers he didn't know.

How can I let Zhuang Shen come to look for him by car.

Shen Wen gently rebuffed: "You don't need to come here, I'll come and look for you, or I'll ask someone to drive a private jet to pick you up?"

Zhuang Shen thought that in the past few years, the original owner would usually leave after having dinner with the dealer, and the Chinese New Year was basically very casual.

He never thought about going back to the dealer, and it doesn't matter where he goes during the New Year.

Zhuang Shen said casually, "Whatever you want."

Shen Wen suddenly thought of something, and suddenly moved closer, lowered his voice and asked: "When we are on holiday, are we equivalent to a long-distance relationship?"

His voice was lazy, with a slightly drawn out ending.

Zhuang Shen didn't react for a moment.

Still in class, Zhuang Shen glanced ahead.

The teacher looked down at the book, and the people below were doing their own thing, and no one noticed them.

Shen Wen was still smiling, waiting for his reply.

After confirming the relationship, he found that Shen Wen's mouth became more and more uncontrollable.

Zhuang Shen opened the book, picked up a pen and said, "Shut up."

Shen Wen leaned back on the chair in a good mood, and a wicked smile flashed in his eyes after teasing someone he liked.

In the evening, the two returned to the dormitory. On the small blackboard on the first floor, there were written the names of some students who received the courier every day. Today there is Zhuang Shen.

"What?" Shen Wen looked at the paper bag in his hand, which should be some kind of paper express.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the delivery address above: "I don't know, Beijing will send it over."

He wasn't sure if it belonged to the original owner.

Shen Wen didn't continue to ask, and he didn't like to inquire about too personal matters.

When he arrived at Zhuang Shen's dormitory, he opened the door and walked in, and asked, "Your dormitory is a bit small for two people. Have you ever thought about changing to a bigger room? There is a double dormitory on our floor, which is very suitable. .”

Zhuang Shen put the courier on the table, took off his coat and said, "It's not necessary."

Shen Wen leaned against the table, and inadvertently saw the address on the courier slip with his eyes lowered.

He narrowed his eyes, and after seeing it clearly, he said, "This address looks familiar to me."

Zhuang Shen put his coat on the table and asked, "Huh?"

"Maybe I misremembered it." Shen Wen looked away, and confessed: "I have already asked the principal for leave for next semester, you don't need to spend any more time."

Zhuang Shen nodded, and waited for him to leave before tearing open the courier on the table and taking out the paper inside.

The eye is a stiff and clean certificate.

After Zhuang Shen saw the above content clearly, his eyes became more serious.

[Congratulations to Zhuang Shen (SHEN), who won the first prize in the preliminary round of the National Mathematical Olympiad Design Competition]