Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

On Friday night, the night was just right.

The moon is hidden behind the clouds, which will be hidden, and after a while, half of the face is revealed. The moonlight shines down and casts on the buildings on the campus, silently.

In the stairwell of the three buildings in the dormitory area, there was a black shadow moving upwards rapidly.If you look carefully, it is actually two people who are walking like flying, and their shadows are entangled together.

The one in front is pulling the one behind, looking anxious to drag people up the steps.

"How anxious are you?"

Tan Siming was grabbed by Xi Hu's wrist and asked.

Seeing Tan Siming's smile, Xi Hu stepped faster.

In front of him is Tan Siming who just wants to put people on the bed to do strenuous exercise, and upstairs is the dormitory where he and Tan Siming can share a bed to do strenuous exercise.

"Knowingly asking!"

"I found that you are more and more able to use idioms, and you have made progress."

Tan Siming was dragged into the door by him, still unhurried, as if he had no intention of doing what was going to happen next.Put away the schoolbag, walked to Xi Hu's chair, sat down and looked around.

There are a lot of books and papers piled up on the table, it looks like they just moved in and haven't had time to clean them up.

Tan Siming was attracted by one of the notebooks, opened it casually, his eyes widened slightly: "You wrote these?"

It was a history notebook.

Pasted on the first few pages is the chronology torn from the back of the textbook. Some small historical events that were not included in the book have been completed, and there is a hand-painted vertical timeline on the side.It can be seen that the master racked his brains to build the whole structure with bricks and tiles.

Tan Siming turned back for a while, and frowned: "'Uncle Long Hair'—what is this?"

"When the First Congress of the Communist Party of China was held in Shanghai, Mao Zedong and He Shuheng were among the participating members from Changsha."

Xi Hu was already taking off his pants. He was shirtless and subconsciously recited the historical knowledge points he had written.

Among the six liberal arts subjects, many liberal arts students find mathematics and geography the most difficult.Because most of them prefer words, and are not very good at mathematical calculations and image analysis-but these two are the best learned by Xi Hu.

Needless to say, Mathematics, Xi Hu has the foundation, talent and interest;

Geography is even more interesting. The movement of celestial bodies in natural geography, the world's countries in human geography, and the cognition and development of regional geography all make him who likes to draw interesting.

The most annoying thing is probably the history, all of which have to be memorized and memorized.

Just last week, Tan Siming also said to him: "Recite more, otherwise what liberal arts do you study?"

"Because physics and chemistry students are more difficult to learn, I don't know how many exercises I have to do just for one."

At that time, Xi Hu immediately agreed with Tan Siming in his heart—after all, he was just lazy.But it was still very shameless, and brought up a certain public reason, "I am good at geography anyway, as long as the attitude is correct in politics, I can get some points for making up nonsense."

"I need to memorize more, but there are too many historical knowledge points. How can I remember them all?"

There are three history textbooks, from slash-and-burn farming, iron plow farming to the industrial revolution, from the birth and circulation of Jiaozi, to the establishment of the Bretton Woods system, not only covering ancient and modern China and foreign countries, but also involving various fields, political economy, literature and art. Yes, the details are overwhelming.

Moreover, the questions on the test are getting more and more difficult now. They will not simply test the time and age, but will combine many historical events that are related to a certain extent, and ask what historical development trends reflect.

If you want to do well in the exam, you must have a foundation of rote memorization, and then you can understand it flexibly.

"There must be some way not to memorize them one by one."

Xi Hu couldn't figure out how Tan Siming learned this class, "Obviously, you are so good at learning, why don't you teach me?"

"It can't be taught. To memorize history is to memorize it all. There is no shortcut. You have to rely on yourself."

Tan Siming ruthlessly shattered his fantasy, and said, "Three books are compulsory, and I recited them five times backwards."

He also cruelly added: "If you can memorize it once, you will pass the exam."

Xi Hu: "..."

The problem is, Xi Hu can't memorize the large paragraphs in the book at all.

He had no choice but to write this historical note.

If you draw it once, you can remember it.

The process of writing this stuff was a bit difficult-it was written by Xi Hu crowded in the dormitory where he was taken in before the dormitory management committee gave the approval.

At the beginning, Xi Hu couldn't sit still, he could always get distracted by playing with various pens and making noises, and he didn't know how many times he was rejected by the whole room.

"How did you start to take learning seriously?"

Tan Siming continued to flip through the pages, asking him.

Xi Hu thought to himself, it would be too troublesome to talk about it.

It means: Last time I quarreled with you in physical education class, you laid out the future in front of me and reminded me;

Or say: The day of the self-enrollment interview is approaching, I think if I don't work harder to take the test, you will be too far away from me in the future.

Xi Hu couldn't pick out which reason.For so many moments, Tan Siming has subtly influenced him, telling him that he cannot escape reality.

He just felt that he could no longer give Tan Siming's study suggestions, and his left ear went in and his right ear came out.

Xi Hu smiled and asked Tan Siming: "If Huada recruited you, would you definitely go?"

"It should be, but considering various unknown factors, it is normal for the situation to change at that time."

Tan Siming has always had a very clear plan for the path he is going to take, including possible changes.Without raising his head, "Why do you think of asking this?"

"Didn't you ask me how I started wanting to learn?"

Xi Hu replied, as if lost in memory, "I sometimes think, if you ask me, 'What do you plan to do after graduation?', what should I say."

"In the past, I didn't care about it. I couldn't pass one of the exams? It doesn't matter. At worst, repeat the exam; at worst, enter the society early and find something to do."

People who can make mistakes in 12 history multiple-choice questions in a set of essay comprehensive papers are doomed to have a small chance of being admitted to a good university, even if they are good at mathematics and get points.

He rubbed his hair, smiled lightly, and continued talking to himself.

"It's different now, and I'll say, 'Damn you.'"

Who said that self-esteem is useless in a relationship-Xi Hu was awakened before, and suddenly realized that he was not qualified to be with Tan Siming, so he quarreled with Tan Siming once emotionally.Afterwards, he figured it out, so what?His current appearance is that he is far behind others.

In the future, what should Tan Siming do after graduating from university, studying for a Ph. D., or going abroad?

Don't talk about it, you may not even be able to touch other people's toes.

For his own sake, Xi Hu couldn't afford to study; for Tan Siming, he decided to give it a try.

"My long-term goal is to fuck you all the time; my short-term goal is to fuck you tonight."

Waiting and waiting, finally waited until the day of moving the dormitory, and the short-term goal was about to be achieved.

A certain person was very puzzled and was still reading his history notes.

"I understand what you mean."

Tan Siming didn't look at him, and didn't ask him any more. He asked himself and answered, "Then 'I went to Japan for a haircut, because it's so beautiful, so I'm very proud'—are you talking about the invasion of China by the Allied Forces of Eight Nations?"

The Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, and the abbreviations of the eight countries are Japan, Austria, the United States, France, Britain, Russia, Germany and Italy.

Only Tan Siming, who has learned well enough and understands him well enough, can know what it means so quickly.

Xi Hu finally took off his whole body, only wearing a pair of underpants.

This was the first time he was talking about Tan Siming being naked, and he was very excited.The panties were stretched tightly by him, looking vigorous, as if something was about to jump out.

Tan Siming is still obsessed with academic research.

Xi Hu was depressed: "I wrote it to help me remember, what's so good about it? Look at me."

"Okay, look at you."

Tan Siming closed the notebook and finally turned to look at him.

Those eyes looked over, bright and pure.There is still a little mist inside, full of all the feelings, brewing, and the fragrance is overflowing. When you pair it, you will be drunk and make people want to taste it.

Tan Siming didn't shy away from it at all, starting from a strand of hair, and looked at Xi Hu all over.The eyes are gentle and slow, stroking people, like the moonlight outside the window, pouring down, quiet and sweet, and can make all creatures fall asleep.

Like a poet pacing along the path, walking through Sally's garden, the soul is in his eyes.The grass by the river grows silently, stepping across the wilderness, he meets his lover.

Xi Hu had never seen Tan Siming like this.

It's over, why every time I want to strike first, I can be lured by sex first.

Xi Hu strode forward, eagerly looking for Tan Siming's lips.The two of you hold me, and I hug you, kissing together, and occasionally parting, a thin thread dyed with eroticism is implicated between the lips and teeth.

The corners of Tan Siming's eyes were red, numb as if being kissed, and his lips trembled slightly.

Xi Hu's eyes became hot when he saw it, and a scorching heat rose in his lower abdomen, which wanted to scald his whole body into a puddle of mud, wrapping Tan Siming tightly.

At some point, Tan Siming's body was gone.

With a "bang", the bed board made a dull sound.

Tan Siming was taken casually by Xi Hu, and the two of them rolled onto the bed naked.

The author has something to say:

Every time I write Jiangjiangniangniang, I feel super ashamed to play... The next chapter is about to start, so nervous! (I won’t repeat it if you want to touch yourself if it’s locked or something)