Professor, your turtle!

Until he left the space of the turtle shell, Ji Fan could still hear his heart beating too fast.

——what happened?

Thinking of the way Mr. Fu looked at him just now, Ji Fan couldn't help becoming nervous.Such deep and complex eyes seemed to be staring at the prey he was determined to win.

Ji Fan shivered, and reached out to grope under the quilt.When he fell asleep last night, the pet egg was placed next to the pillow. After tossing all night, it rolled into the quilt somehow, which made him a little hurt.

Grab the pet egg and hold it up to your eyes.The villain on the electronic screen is repeating the action of "arranging", obviously Fu Mingyuan is packing his luggage for leaving the scientific research station.

So, how is he feeling?

There was no clue at all from that calm face, Ji Fan clicked on the mood column directly.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu didn't seem to be angry at all. On the contrary, his mood value was quite high. He should be... quite happy, right?

That being the case, why do you still look at him with such terrifying eyes?

Ji Fan stretched out his index finger and tapped the villain's face, and fell into confusion.

And on the electronic screen, Fu Mingyuan's mood tag was also displayed as [thoughtful].

One is on the screen and the other is off the screen. The two are thinking about completely different issues, but they are all related to each other.

Jingle Bell!The alarm clock rang, and the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock.

Ji Fan woke up like a dream, pressed the alarm with his backhand, and was about to throw off the quilt and get up.

God knows, how long has it been since he was in the third year of high school that he has not been able to sleep peacefully until this point.

Although after having a pet egg, you only need to enter the system for six hours every night, and you can be full of energy the next day.However, this feeling is different from a truly satiated "sleep".

Just like last night, he had a very wonderful dream in the turtle shell...

Just thinking of this, Ji Fan's movements suddenly stopped, and a strange feeling from below interrupted his train of thought.

——It seems that the quilt is a little damp...?

Looking down, Ji Fan was suddenly stunned, sitting on the bed stiffly, and the next second, red quietly climbed to the base of his ears.

——This is of course not the first dream he has had, but it is completely different from the usual vague dreams. Last night, the person in the dream had a pleasant voice and a familiar touch.

He knows exactly who he is.

He dreamed that he... kissed that person.

then……

Ji Fan covered his hot ears with a snap.

Fortunately, this is in his own room. If he accidentally left it on Mr. Fu's bed last night... Ahhh!

Can't think about it anymore!Ji Fan quickly jumped out of bed, changed into clean and fresh clothes, tore off the bed sheet, and took the damaged pants to the laundry room.

With a blushing face, he pressed the switch, and the washing machine spun rumblingly. From the gap in the top cover, the fresh fragrance of washing products gradually wafted out, diluting the specious and ambiguous atmosphere.

Ji Fan heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned back against the laundry table, staring blankly at the old mirror not far away.

The young man in the mirror is on the borderline between greenness and maturity, and there is still a bit of childish innocence in his eyes, but the rounded line of his jaw is slowly becoming tighter, and he seems to be entering the ranks of youth at any moment.

When he really grows up and just goes to college, maybe he can meet that person there, and then, will he recognize me?Ji Fan thought about it endlessly, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Speaking of which, his stature... seems to have grown too.

Ji Fan withdrew his thoughts, went to the corner, and compared it against the height ruler. He remembered that a few months ago it was only a little over 165, but now it is over 170.

Really grow taller!He was a little happy, and then he raised his head and thought for a while. Given his height, when will he grow to Mr. Fu's height?

He stretched out his hand to compare according to his memory, and felt that Fu Mingyuan must have at least 185. Thinking of this, he felt a little lost again.

So, Ji Fan immediately put down the work at hand, ran downstairs to the refrigerator to get a can of milk, gulped it up, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Well, he must be able to grow taller again!This is the so-called charm of puberty, until the last moment, no one knows whether the height can counterattack!

Wash the sheets and clothes, put them in the dryer, and within an hour, the warm clothes are taken out, and the dry and soft texture is restored.It wasn't until the bed sheets were laid again that Ji Fan completely relaxed—the evidence of the crime was finally wiped out.

While washing and drying his clothes, he also made two sets of papers.In order to better adapt to the test environment, he didn't use the system, and just sat down at his desk to complete two sets of biological multiple-choice questions.

This year's competition exam adopts a multiple-choice system, and the greater difficulty is that points will be deducted if you choose the wrong option.This minimizes the influence of player luck on the outcome of the game.However, for an honest kid like Ji Fan who is not lucky, this is actually a good thing.

After checking the answers, Ji Fan heaved a sigh of relief in satisfaction. Many experiments have proved that the knowledge memorized with the help of the system will not be forgotten just because he returns to reality.

At least, as far as these papers are concerned, he got all the points he could get.

With less than a month left before the competition, he closed the test paper and encouraged himself in a low voice: "Come on."

Afternoon is free tutoring time.Lao Xu's home is not near the school, but an old apartment in the city center.

It looked like an old-fashioned commercial and residential building. Ji Fan wandered around the street for a long time, and finally found the entrance of the apartment.

After pressing the doorbell, an old voice came out: "Hey, who are you looking for?"

Ji Fan was startled, and quickly took out his phone to confirm.That's right, it is indeed room 706.

After a while, the old man became impatient: "Don't talk about falling down." He was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait," Ji Fan approached in a panic, "I'm sorry, is this Mr. Xu's house?"

"Teacher Xu?" The old man chuckled, "Which Teacher Xu are you looking for?"

Ji Fan: "..." Is there more than one Teacher Xu living in this room?He scratched his head: "Mr. Xu Zhiping, the biology teacher of H City Middle School, I, I am a student in his class."

The old man let out a "tch", then turned his head and shouted, "Son, I'm looking for you!"

"Oh, Dad, I told you not to play with the doorbell casually," Teacher Xu's voice came from far to near, complaining in a panic, "My student is here for the first time today, what if I make a mistake?"

The old man said confidently: "I think this kid is quite cute, what's the matter? He said he wanted to find Mr. Xu, we three Mr. Xu, how do I know who he is talking about? Maybe he just came here What about mine?"

"Hey, Dad! Can you still not recognize your own students?" Old Xu was helpless, and then, as if he saw a figure in the surveillance, he leaned closer to the microphone and said, "It's Ji Fan, the corridor door opened, you Come up."

With black lines all over Ji Fan's face, he answered and pushed open the iron gate.The moment the call was cut off, the father and son could still be heard arguing energetically.Sure enough, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

After stepping out of the elevator, in the dark corridor, only the anti-theft door of 706 was wide open.

Probably in order to prevent the previous situation from repeating itself, Lao Xu himself stood guard at the door with a pair of slippers in his hand.

Although everyone in the class calls him "Old Xu", Mr. Xu is only about 30 years old, and he is not even married yet.

"Sorry to bother you." Ji Fan looked curiously at the interior furnishings while changing his shoes.

This is a typical single man's apartment. The cracks in the walls are a bit dirty, and there are a lot of cardboard boxes and sundries piled up in the corner. It can be seen that it should be messy at ordinary times, but it has been cleaned up specially for entertaining students.

It's just that Teacher Xu doesn't seem to live alone?The sound of pots and pans came from the kitchen, and in another room, a TV seemed to be playing.

Seeing Ji Fan's probing gaze, Old Xu scratched his head embarrassedly: "Ah, that's right. The teacher's parents have come to stay for two days recently, and they brought back that pot of precious flowers..."

Ji Fan suddenly realized, it turned out that the old man who had a bad temper before was the owner of the showman Geranium.

Speaking of it, Lao Xu has put a lot of effort into raising flowers, but Geranium still complains about his carelessness every day. It can be seen that most of the flowers were spoiled by the original owner...

Ji Fan thought about it, a little distracted——Ms. Xu's father seems to have a weird temper, but an old man who loves flowers and plants should be very gentle in nature, right?

"You just sit down for a while, the other students haven't come yet." Lao Xu pointed to the empty space next to the dining table, and took a can of carbonated drink from the refrigerator for him.

"Thank you, teacher." Ji Fan nodded, sitting a little stiffly.

Teacher Xu went straight into the house to get busy, and he was the only one left in the restaurant.

After a while, the old man came out of the back room without looking sideways, holding a small flowerpot in his hand.

"...Hello." Ji Fan whispered.

When he saw a real person, he realized that this old man was neatly dressed, with tortoiseshell reading glasses on his nose, and his gestures and gestures showed a kind of arrogance unique to senior intellectuals.

Old Xu said that he was a retired teacher, but judging from his posture, it seems that he is not just an ordinary middle school teacher...

The old man nodded coldly, as a greeting, then sat down, opened the sealed box under the creaking nest, and carefully took out a tender seedling.

The two sat for a while in relative silence.

Seeing that the old man was busy cleaning up the surface of the nutrition bowl containing the tender seedlings, Ji Fan couldn't help but said, "This is a newly harvested flower seedling, right? It looks like a geranium?"

The old man finally took the time to glance at him: "Young people do have some discernment. This is a newly ordered burgundy angel with white borders. It's a good thing."

Ji Fan nodded, looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, and said softly, "Excuse me, can I touch it?"

The old man was a little wary: "Why?"

"No," Ji Fan shook his head, "It's just that the substrate seems to be...by the way, did it slow down after you bought it?"

Since the last time he encountered the problem of flower pots, he began to realize that special skills alone are far from enough to solve difficult and miscellaneous diseases, so he specially learned a lot about flower seedling planting.

The so-called slowing down means that after receiving the flower seedlings from the sealed express, open the package, let them breathe for a period of time, and replenish water or repair them according to the situation.

Hearing the professional terms, the old man relaxed a little: "No, I left it for about an hour. The store said that this variety of geranium does not need special slowing. I bought it at his house before, and I never used slowing. It has always been good. of."

As he said that, the respectable old man took out his smartphone and logged into a certain Baowangwang skillfully: "Look."

What is written above is indeed "it is not recommended to slow down the seedlings for more than one hour".

"Seeing that the leaves are not wilting or yellowing, it can be seen that they are in very good condition and can be potted directly." The old man was a little proud, "Little friend, it is not enough to just understand some theoretical knowledge. Practical experience is the last word. .”

Having said that, but... Ji Fan pursed his lips, he always felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

Returning the mobile phone to the uncle, he insisted: "Well, I won't touch your flowers, but I will touch the soil, okay?"

The old man looked confused, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Thank you." Ji Fan gently placed his hand on the substrate in the nutrition bowl, picked up a little bit of broken soil and kneaded it.

The black nutritious soil fell from his slender white fingertips, against the tender green stems and leaves, there was a strange beauty.

Seeing him silent for a long time, the old man said bluntly: "Little comrade, just tell me if you don't see a problem. I won't make fun of you. It's normal for you to be young and inexperienced when it comes to planting flowers... ..."

At this moment, Ji Fan opened his slightly closed eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It really is."

"what?"

Ji Fan turned his head to look at him, still holding the bit of soil in his hand: "Mr., I seem to have found the reason."