Why do you have a crush on me again

A week later, the results of the trials came out.

Three people from their school were selected, Ling Mo, Lu Xiao and Sheng Yingxi.As the No. [-] Middle School that produced learning talents, it finally had a good time this time. The principal praised Ling Mo and Sheng Yingxi by name at the morning meeting as representatives of the school's all-round development.

Qu Yun was not very happy and asked Chu Ning next to him: "Hey, why didn't you say the principal didn't mention me?"

"Your grades are at the bottom, so what if you pass the selection of the city representative team this time. Although the Ministry of Education organized this event, in order not to delay the students' study, all players who passed the selection are required to pass the final exam. It has to be 60.00%."

Qu Yun was dumbfounded.

What? 60.00%?

That means...he has to get 150 out of [-] in the paper!

Your Majesty... Xiaoquzi can't do it!

So the whole morning, Qu Yun was like an eggplant beaten by frost.

With only two weeks left before the final exam plus today, he is completely screwed.

During the lunch break, Qu Yun lay on the table like a dead fish, sighing sadly.

"Why are you sighing?"

Ling Mo's voice sounded, and Qu Yun raised his head, straightened his back and looked at the other party in shock: "You... When did you sit on my table?"

At this moment, Ling Mo was sitting at the corner of his desk, lowering his head, looking at Qu Yun with a very comfortable expression.

"I can't be on the swim team with you. I'm going to fail my finals."

"Oh, you're not stupid, and you know you'll fail the final exam. Indeed, the teacher's way of teaching is not suitable for you." Ling Mo said.

"Mathematics, short comprehensive science, English, Chinese...you saved me?"

"Yeah." Ling Mo nodded, "But I can't take this class, it's a waste of time."

"If I skip class again, I will be dismissed!"

"So find a way. You come with me."

Qu Yun foolishly followed Ling Mo to the phone booth outside the school gate. Ling Mo put a coin in, dialed the phone and picked up the receiver.

"Hey, Master, I would like to ask you to do me a favor. I would like to issue a sick note to my classmate. His name is Lu Xiao. Road Road, Xiao from Xiaoqi Camp, seventeen years old. Thank you."

After hanging up the receiver, Ling Mo turned around and met Qu Yun's curious eyes.

"Who is your master?"

Ling Mo smiled without answering, raised his hand and stroked Ling Mo's head again.

When get out of class was over, someone really delivered an envelope to Ling Mo. When he opened it, it was really a sick note.

"Could it be fake?"

Qu Yun held it and looked around.

"Really. I will hand it in to you tomorrow, and the teacher won't doubt it. But you have to leave home on time every day and wait for me at McDonald's. Otherwise, your mother will peel off your skin when she finds out that you are absent from class."

"Are you so capable?"

Ling Mo took a step forward, almost bumping into Qu Yun: "You can try how capable I am."

Qu Yun swallowed, always feeling that the "ability" Ling Mo said and the "ability" he understood were not the same thing.

On the second day, Qu Yun did not attend class, and was waiting for Ling Mo at the McDonald's. Within half an hour, he saw Ling Mo riding a bicycle and carrying a schoolbag against the wind.

His hair was gently tugged by the wind, and his eyes looked in his direction, as if the whole world was being dragged towards Qu Yun by Ling Mo.

At that moment, Qu Yun became dazed, thinking of Ling Mo swimming towards him in the lake.

He walked in, threw his schoolbag on the seat beside him, and asked casually, "Why didn't you order anything?"

"I have no money." Qu Yun replied very straightforwardly.

Ling Mo glanced at him: "What do you want to eat?"

“Fried Chicken Wings, Cod Burger, and Coke!”

"Look at the bag."

After speaking, Ling Mo went to order.

Qu Yun narrowed his eyes, he always felt something was wrong.

Why?

Why?

Who is Ling Mo's? Ling Mo will condescend to buy him a hamburger?

He knows Ling Mo's character best. He will not get close to anyone easily, let alone be nice to anyone easily.

But they went to the trials of the city's youth swimming team together, went together, helped him get a sick note, and now skipped classes to accompany him in tutoring.

It seemed that he knew him well from the beginning.

Ling Mo put down the dinner plate and glanced at him: "What are you in a daze for?"

"I was thinking, why are you so nice to me?"

"You mean to help you with tutoring?" Ling Mo looked at him deeply.

Those hesitating things, just like when he was still Mo Xiaobei, they leaned on the bed and made every unnutritious joke.

"Well, it is..."

"To prove that my IQ is higher than Sheng Yingxi's."

"Well, pretend I didn't say anything."

Ling Mo sat down, opened the scratch paper and math textbook, and began to guide the most basic mathematics theory in the first year of high school.

In terms of learning, Ling Mo's motto is: Understanding is more useful than staring at [-] exercises that you can't solve.

While teaching, he took Qu Yun to do the questions.

"Our goal is that you can pass this final exam. The math teacher in our class wrote the questions. I will review the key points according to his thinking. I will skip the knowledge points that have a low probability of him asking questions."

"So this is a temporary hug, and you are the big Buddha?" Qu Yun said while looking at Ling Mo's notes.

"It's not the first time you've hugged my thigh anyway."

Ling Mo's voice was very soft, and Qu Yun could hear it vaguely.

"what?"

"I mean, if you want to hug, hold it tighter this time, and don't let go easily."

After speaking, he did not leave Qu Yun any time to think, so he began to talk about the concepts of sets, subsets, and empty sets.

Ling Mo's voice had a feeling that Qu Yun couldn't be distracted, and his thoughts were like flowing water, which kept flowing, and Qu Yun was taken farther and farther like this.

This day passed much faster than Qu Yun imagined, and it was time for dinner in a blink of an eye.

"That... I'm going home." Qu Yun stood up.

"I'll go back with you." Ling Mo picked up his schoolbag and threw it over his shoulder.

"Ah? Don't you need to go home for dinner?"

"My parents are not here. What? Your mother seems to welcome me very much. It seems that you don't welcome me very much."

"How could I!"

Qu Yun thought to himself that he and Ling Mo could quickly improve their familiarity and trust.But judging from the current situation, it seems that he doesn't need to swipe, Ling Mo works harder than him to swipe...

Back home, Liu Fenfang really offered up Ling Mo as a god, and cooked two more dishes, thanking Ling Mo for teaching Qu Yun.

At night, sitting under the lamp, what Qu Yun did was not the homework assigned by the teacher, but the exercises Ling Mo specially selected for him.

Qu Yun subconsciously looked at the shadow cast by the desk lamp.

Ling Mo's appearance was exactly the same as when he was sitting next to Mo Xiaobei, propping his chin, looking in Qu Yun's direction without moving.

Qu Yun couldn't help looking at him, his eyes were slightly lowered, his eyes were very focused, he didn't seem to have thought that Qu Yun would look at him suddenly, the startled eyes were too late to hide.

In the next second, Qu Yun was knocked on the back of the head.

"Don't look at me, look at the question."

Such an objective voice, which seemed to have no mood swings at all, made Qu Yun inexplicably upset.

He murmured in a low voice: "You said that you look at me like this, don't be secretly in love with me."

"Intellectually retarded."

Those two words suddenly made Qu Yun's heart tremble, as if time had flown back in an instant, he was still the same Mo Xiaobei.

Ling Mo stayed until almost ten o'clock before leaving. Before leaving, he actually said to Liu Fenfang: "Auntie, because the final exam is imminent, if Lu Xiao can't get a score above 60.00% this time, he won't be able to join the swimming team for the school. Dishonored. If you believe me, can you let Lu Xiao live with me for two weeks?"

Joy filled Liu Fenfang's eyes: "Will that disturb your study and life?"

"I've already learned all the knowledge in high school. That's it. Don't worry if you don't see Lu Xiao these few days. I promise to keep an eye on him."

Liu Fenfang kept sending Ling Mo downstairs, while Qu Yun stood there... Once again, she deeply felt that Ling Mo was forcing her familiarity.

Even if the school doesn't let him join the swimming team because of his grades, someone else will take his place, and Ling Mo doesn't need to care.

Qu Yun thumped on the bed twice, then thought again... Even if Ling Mo finds out about something, at worst he fails in the mission, and come back with someone else!

After thinking about it, I fell asleep in two seconds.

So the next day, the address where Qu Yun received Ling Mo's tutoring was no longer McDonald's, but the house left to him by Ling Mo's biological parents.

After divorcing Li Hao, Chen Li took Li Yuanhang to another city, which was not bad.

The house was vacant, and when he walked in, Qu Yun was still very curious, wanting to look around, but Ling Mo dragged him into a small room by the back collar.

Qu Yun remembered that this was not the storage room where Ling Mo used to live, nor could it be the master bedroom, it could only be the second bedroom.But it has been converted into a study.

The three walls are floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, on which are placed various books, including various academic journals in engineering, mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

However, one side is virology works at home and abroad.

"I remember... you were more interested in engineering..."

Turning around, he saw Ling Mo looking at him with a glass of water, his eyes piercing into Qu Yun's eyes.

"Lu Xiao, I have never read a book related to engineering in front of you. How do you know that I was interested in engineering?"

Ling Mo leaned back against the desk, with the water glass on the side. He seemed to keep a distance from Qu Yun, but Qu Yun felt that the other party had invaded his brain.

"I... I heard what Chu Ning said."

"Really? But I never told her." Ling Mo's ending sound rose slightly.

Qu Yun's heart was beating like crazy.

Ling Mo is so smart, he must have doubts, he must already have doubts.

Now there are only two of them here, is he going to kill him?

Ling Mo at this stage is obviously more lethal than before. Does he want to tell him that he is Mo Xiaobei who once accompanied him?

ah!What should he do!

"Come here, let's continue with what happened yesterday."

Ling Mo pulled the chair away, and tapped hard on the draft paper with his fingers.

Qu Yun hesitated for two seconds, then sat down.

For the first half hour, although Qu Yun didn't look at Ling Mo and pretended to listen to his lecture attentively, he was actually on guard against Ling Mo's "changes".

"This question, you do it."

"……I do not know."

Qu Yun said without stuffing anything into his mind.

Then he was hit hard on the head again.

"What were you thinking just now?" Ling Mo's beautiful eyebrows frowned, "Be careful, I'll tell you again, if you still can't, I'll punish you."

"what?"

How to punish?Bouncy trunks?He didn't wear swimming trunks today.

Ling Mo held his head down and motioned him to watch his demonstration carefully.

About four to five ten minutes later, Ling Mo would chat with Qu Yun for a while, which was probably the so-called recess.

"Lu Xiao, what do you like to eat?"

Qu Yun lay down on the table, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and replied sullenly: "I like food."

"What kind of movie do you prefer?"

"……War Movies."

Nima, can you not talk?Grandpa wants to sleep!After a while, the young master dozed off, and you are going to put on airs again!

"When was the most impressive time you shot a gun?"

Qu Yun's whole body tensed up, shooting?What shot?

Is it shooting training?Or was it the cover mission he and his partner Chen Dayong guarded on the roof last time?

Ling Mo seemed to be lying down too, and when he spoke, his voice just touched Qu Yun's elbow.

The warm feeling that made Qu Yun's bones itch came again.

"I remember the deepest shooting of a gun... the tension of never being able to pull the trigger, I still remember it." Ling Mo's voice was very soft.

"You...you..." Qu Yun swallowed, feeling a sense of crisis that he would become Ling Mo's target.

"I will never forget the feeling of him sleeping next to me. His side face, his slightly raised eyelashes, the sound of his breathing... all make me unable to restrain myself."

Ling Mo's voice was light and slow, but there was a kind of eroticism brewing in this calmness, which made people's ears red and heart pounding inexplicably.

All of Qu Yun's thinking ability seemed to be frozen.

"Can't restrain... what?" Qu Yun's voice was tight.

"I want to fuck him." Ling Mo replied.

It was like splashing a little spark in the open wilderness, instantly overwhelming the sky and burning wildly.

"He... who is he?" Qu Yun opened his eyes and looked at the other party, only to find that Ling Mo was looking at him.

As if falling into a trap, Qu Yun is falling rapidly.

Ling Mo stretched out his hand, pinching the back of Qu Yun's neck with his fingers.

Qu Yun's fingertips felt icy cold, and his limbs and bones were impacted by some kind of force.

Ling Mo... Are you going to strangle him to death?

But Ling Mo's fingers didn't use any strength at all, they just slowly sank into his hair, as if gently soothing his cat.

The corners of Ling Mo's lips were slightly sunken, but the smile in his eyes was obvious.

"You're such a liar. Do you think I need to shoot myself?"

But... Qu Yun didn't feel at all that Ling Mo's appearance just now was deceiving him.

In this time and space formed from memories, Qu Yun knew Ling Mo, his emotions, his inner loneliness.

And at that moment, Qu Yun saw possessiveness from the blackness in Ling Mo's eyes.

"Crazy." Qu Yun sat up, and all the sleepy bugs ran away.

At eleven o'clock, Ling Mo gave Qu Yun a few questions, then got up and went to the kitchen.

Qu Yun finished the last question, after adding the auxiliary line to the circle, looked at the picture, and laughed to himself.

"what are you laughing at?"

Qu Yun turned around and found that Ling Mo had returned from the kitchen to the door at some point, looking at him with his face sideways.

"That... nothing..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll keep asking."

"...Okay." Qu Yun grabbed the paper and said, "Every time I see this kind of auxiliary line inside the circle... I will think that it is the egg that has been cut off. It is called 'egg cutting line' for short."

Qu Yun knew he was bored, but he couldn't control his "crazy thoughts".

He thought he would hear Ling Mo say the phrase "mentally retarded", but he just smiled slightly.

"Great for you. Egg cutting line."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and asked Qu Yun to follow him for dinner.

This was Qu Yun's first time eating something made by Ling Mo. It was very simple fried pork with chili and scrambled egg with tomato, but the things made by Xueshen really looked really good.

Ling Mo picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat for him.

"You... when did you learn to cook?"

"Cooking is like solving a problem, do you need to learn?"

"No... I just think you should keep your fingers out of the water..."

"Aren't you Yang Chunshui?"

Ling Mo lowered his eyes and ate.

Qu Yun suddenly became curious about Ling Mo's life in the past two years.

This Ling Mo, who never communicated with strangers, has been actively approaching him?This guy who doesn't like the smell of oily smoke actually knows how to cook?And what happened to the unexpected skill he showed?Who is the master in his mouth?What else is there that he doesn't know?

Probably because the atmosphere of their meal was a bit boring, and Ling Mo was not the master who would cooperate with chatting, so Qu Yun ran to turn on the TV by himself.

A piece of news is being broadcast on the TV, that is, the champion of this year's National Olympic Physics and Mathematics Competition, a third-year student from a prestigious school in the imperial capital is missing, and he is suspected of running away from home with a certain female classmate in the same class.

Qu Yun looked at it with his head tilted, and said, "This is elopement!"

Ling Mo's chopsticks tapped on the side of his bowl: "Eat your meal."

Qu Yun smiled and quickly flattered Ling Mo: "If you participate in the competition, will others still have a chance to win the championship?"

Ling Mo said flatly, "I may participate in the International Mathematical Olympiad in the second half of this year."

"Really?" Qu Yun patted the table, "I'll just say it! Your level must be an international level!"

"You have time to flatter me, why not settle your grades first."

Qu Yun felt a little sad...

From yesterday to today, Qu Yun casually flipped through the math textbook for the first year of high school, and found that Ling Mo had taken him through more than half of the knowledge in the first year of high school.

And unlike the one who was forced into it by the teacher, Qu Yun is very clear-headed.

Probably the god of learning has a set of logic to quickly acquire knowledge, or in fact, he is very smart, but he just didn't meet the right teacher.

Just when Qu Yun felt good about himself, Ling Mo frowned slightly while holding his chemistry test paper.

"Is this the equation you matched?"

Qu Yun turned his face and took a look: "Don't worry! The balance is not far away!"

Ling Mo snorted: "This is your family's ancestral secret recipe."

Qu Yun sighed: "Can you not spoil the scenery like this?"

"No."

After having dinner with Qu Yun, Ling Mo said to him, "I left a sheet of mathematics and a set of small comprehensive test papers. You can do it yourself. After finishing, take a shower and go to bed. I have something to go home."

"Hey, wait... Are we really going to live here for a surprise review for the past two weeks?"

"Otherwise? Do you think you have a lot of time to waste?" Ling Mo's voice had a cold snort effect.

"What about you? Your parents don't think it's strange why you don't go home every night? The teacher doesn't mind if you don't go to class every day?"

"As long as I sit in the first position in the first examination room, no one cares about me."

Ling Mo smiled lightly, he was the only one with such confidence.

When Ling Mo walked downstairs, Qu Yun poked his head, and he realized that the direction Ling Mo left was not to Liang Ru's house at all.

Qu Yun rubbed his chin. Ling Mo doesn't bother to lie. Could it be that there is something that needs to be detoured before going to Liang Ru's side?

Qu Yun lowered his head, did half a math paper, looked at the time on his watch, thought that Ling Mo should have arrived at Liang Ru's house, so he went to the living room and called Liang Ru's house, but no one answered.

Qu Yun flicked his fingers on the test paper, thinking: Master will give you another 10 minutes to see if you can go home.

As a result, 10 minutes later, Liang Ru's home phone was still not answered.

So Qu Yun would call every 10 minutes, until ten o'clock, he could basically confirm that Ling Mo never returned to Liang Ru's side.

Where did he go?

Either he lied to him, or he had an accident on the way back to Liang Ru?

The latter guess made Qu Yun uneasy for a while, but it was quickly dispelled.Because if something happened to Ling Mo, this thinking world would not be able to exist, that is to say... Ling Mo was lying to him.

Where did he go?

Qu Yun squinted his eyes, and kept recalling in his mind the time Ling Mo held himself down in the corridor, and the series of actions he made to hold himself against the door in the changing room of the swimming pool, as well as his figure, His muscular lines...he had special training.

What happened around Ling Mo in the past two years?

Before he knew it, time passed, and when Qu Yun heard the sound of the key turning, he was nervous, because he still had half of the paper left to do!

When Ling Mo walked up to Qu Yun with a bag, he snorted softly: "I'm not at home, so you're deserting?"

"I'm not deserting, I don't know how to do it. It's useless to think about the topics that I can't do for a long time."

"Lie. I don't know how good you are and how well you can master it?" Ling Mo threw the bag beside the desk, nodded and looked at Qu Yun's curly face, and nodded with his beautiful fingers, "This If you can do it, I will tear off your little Lu Xiao."

"Pull your sister!"

The author has something to say: DAY41

Qu Yun: What the hell are you a bad guy with ulterior motives for me!

Ling Mo: It's good to be a bad guy.

Qu Yun: Huh?Where is it?

Ling Mo: Bad people have the qualifications to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.You are always hugging Buddha's feet temporarily, and I will hug you.

Qu Yun: Cut!I don't hug your stinky feet!

Ling Mo: Then just talk nonsense.