C position study, God chooses the way

The hand holding the water glass trembled slightly.

He didn't expect Mu Heng to see it so quickly.

Of course, according to the fact that the other party can brainstorm to the level of his trumpet by force, Ke Han did not expect that the other party would never be able to brainstorm the truth.

But the question is—is the probability of this brain supplement being correct too high?

Ke Han took a deep breath to calm himself down, put the water glass aside, and put it as far away from his elbow as possible.

He considered for two or three seconds, and slowly typed two words on the keyboard.

[Leibniz does not understand functions: I am. 】

……

Ke Han never imagined that these two words were the beginning of his nightmare.

From the middle of the night that day, apart from being urged to play in the arena together by "I don't like to study" every day, he spent the rest of the time using the trumpet of "Unexplainable Triangle" to brush back and forth with Mu Heng for dungeons.

It's not the one that brushes until you vomit, but the one that brushes while vomiting.

In order to portray the two roles of "Leibniz doesn't understand functions" and his own "incomprehensible triangle" at the same time, Ke Han occasionally performed two-line operations.

If Ke Han's condition hadn't improved, he might have shut himself up in place.

Only being pulled by his mother to wash dishes, wash clothes, sweep and mop the floor still looks like a normal life.

But whenever Ke Han saw Ms. Ke taking medicine with warm water, he couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.

Even though he was really the king who used to dominate the arena, he was still helpless in the face of his mother's illness.

It's as if you saw a drowning person jumping into the deep sea. You are isolated from this sea area, and you can only watch the other person sink into the bottom of the sea bit by bit, and the whole person disappears without a trace. .

A check worth 500 million was sandwiched in the original book on Geometry Principles on the bookshelf, only a corner was exposed, as if it was an ordinary bookmark.

It has been temporarily forgotten.

……

Four days later, Anhe No. [-] Middle School.

"Ke Han! Mu Heng! Open your eyes and look at the blackboard!"

The political teacher roared.

The blackboard was banged loudly.

Mu Heng was stunned for a moment before returning to his senses.

He has been staying up late for the past few nights, staying up a little later than usual, breaking the normal sleep pattern continuously, so that now his whole body is a little drifting.

Staying up late in double rows is cool for a while, staying up all the time is cool.

Ke Han was so yelled that he fell headfirst and woke up suddenly because of his weightless fall.

He looked around blankly and found that all the students in the classroom were staring at him, including Mu Heng who was also named.

"what happened?"

Zhang Yida stretched out his hand and pushed his desk hard, signaling him to wake up.

The politics teacher saw Zhang Yida's small movements, and he didn't know where the anger came from. He flicked the textbook in his hand, pointed at him and started.

"Zhang Yida, come and analyze the material I just talked about."

Zhang Yida: "..."

what have i done?

why me?

What does it matter to me?

He stood up reluctantly, took a deep breath, and carefully read the title of the material for three seconds—very good, I couldn't understand it.

Because this is a collection of philosophical quotes.

Don't even think about it, don't even think about it.

So, Zhang Yida shook his head and sighed, picked up his political textbook from the table, raised his head and said to the teacher, "Teacher, I can't, it's my fault, I didn't study hard. Then I'll go out first, you continue to lecture, do not be angry."

The whole process is smooth and flowing, with a sincere demeanor and natural movements.

He really picked up his textbook and went out.

Wen Qingqing, who is Zhang Yida's tablemate: "..."

The political teacher who opened his mouth and was about to speak: "..."

Hey—unlucky boy!

Sitting on Ke Han's left, Mu Heng narrowed his eyebrows and looked at everything that happened in the classroom with an unusually calm expression, as if he no longer lived in this classroom.

The politics teacher watched Zhang Yida walk out very consciously.

go outside...

He was so choked that he covered his chest, and after taking a few breaths, he barely returned to normal, pointing to Zhang Yida who was about to step out of the back door of the classroom and shouted: "Did I let you out? Zhang Yida! Give me Get back!"

Zhang Yida took a step out of the door because of inertia, and then took a step back to the classroom because of the political teacher's words.

"Teacher, I..."

The political teacher deeply felt the feeling of being involuntary in middle age. He picked up the textbook again, and said in a gradually indifferent tone: "Go back to your seat and sit down."

His brows were furrowed, his slightly drooping triangular eyes lifted up, and they instantly froze on Mu Heng's body: "Mu Heng, go out with Ke Han for private tutoring."

Mu Heng stopped in the middle of his small yawn.

He picked up the textbook and got up more skillfully than Zhang Yida. When he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around again, and took Ke Han away along the way.

The early morning sun was just right.

The two teenagers leaned against the door of the classroom together, the dappled sunlight shone on the square inch of ground under their feet, Ke Han followed Mu Heng and yawned.

Mu Heng had a ghost in his heart, so he said first: "What's wrong with you, you seem to be sleepy?" Ke Han was alert immediately.

While yawning for the last time, he said to Mu Heng, "Aren't you ignorant of what happened in my family?"

In fact, it was mainly due to the holidays these few days, and he had a passionate double row with "I don't like to study" late at night every day, which caused the whole person's work and rest to be disordered.

Severe sleep deprivation.

Mu Heng looked at him and smiled.

"So, is it better?"

Ke Han shook his head: "There is nothing to do about this disease. Now... I can only spend time with my mother, let her live happily, and stay for a few more years..."

He suddenly felt very sad.

Since he was a child, he has never been close to his mother.

Especially when you're still abroad, it's fucking busy.But no matter how busy she is at work, no matter how many things she has to do, as long as she promises to Ke Han, she will definitely do it—for example, taking Ke Han's father behind his back to play secretly.

The two also secretly raised a nest of mice in the attic.

After Ke Han's father found out, he threw the nest of mice into the fire in the fireplace.

Because he thought these miscellaneous things would affect Ke Han's concentration, Ke Han was strictly forbidden to touch them.

Although there are very few contents in the memory, every piece of Ke Han's memory of his mother is precious.

Mu Heng stretched out his elbow and put it on Ke Han's shoulder for a while, quietly feeling the breeze that suddenly blew on his face, and the warm breath blew by, not like autumn, but like spring.

After a few seconds, he lowered his eyes faintly, looked at Ke Han's uneasy eyebrows, and said, "I'll take you to another place? See something nice?"

……

Facing the wall, Ke Han looked at Mu Heng in bewilderment.

"Why did you take me here to see the fence on the mountain behind the school? Is this a beautiful thing?"

Mu Heng stepped on the foundation under the wall and smiled slightly: "The place I want to take you to is outside."

Ke Han was shocked: "...Are you crazy? It's class time!"

Mu Heng smiled and said: "Your heart is free, then you should not be bound by anything."

Of course, the main reason is that he already got Ke Han's fucking permission.

Ms. Ke personally told Mu Heng some of Ke Han's past experiences.The specific content of the experience is very vague, but Mu Heng thinks that Ke Han should have entered some kind of compulsory school.

Although Ke Han's past experience is still unclear, Mu Heng can rely on intuitive imagination to complete those contents.

Ke Han stood by the fence with his eyes wide open, staring at Mu Heng, as if he couldn't understand the other's brain circuit at all.

"Is this a question of whether the mind is free or not? We are violating school discipline and rules by doing this!"

Mu Heng smiled and bent over to roll up his trouser legs: "That's fine, then shall we go back and brush up the dungeons?"

Ke Han: "..."

Anyway, it definitely wouldn't be a "duplicate" in the normal sense.

Mu Heng: "Speaking of which, do you have an account of 'I Love Learning'? I remember that some political materials on it are good, why don't we go back and make a 'copy' of it?"

Ke Han turned his face away, raised his head and glanced at the surrounding environment and the height design of the wall, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyes reluctantly: "Shall we go there?"

Mu Heng glanced at the opponent's body, and said, "Then I'll carry you there first?"

Ke Han silently raised his head and looked at Mu Heng.

The two of them seemed to feel the spark of electricity flashing in the air at the same time.

"whispering sound……"

Mu Heng just wanted to go over to help Ke Han climb over the wall, but he saw him take a step back, then rushed out in three steps and two steps, kicked the rough sand and gravel mixed cement paint on the wall, and took off directly to the In the middle of the sky, the wide hem of the school uniform fluttered up.

"brake--"

That is, for an instant.

Ke Han clasped the top of the high wall with both hands, but within two or three seconds, he turned over the wall and disappeared directly behind the high wall.

During the time when Mu Heng was stunned, Ke Han even rolled his eyes slightly.

Ten seconds later, Mu Heng turned over from the other side and caught up with Ke Han.

Ke Han sat in the grass next to him, leaning lazily against the back of the high wall with his legs wide open.

"Hello slow."

Mu Heng smiled slightly when he heard the words: "I think a qualified man should not be too fast."

Ke Han: "..."

This car seems to be a bit fast.

"Let's go."

Mu Heng didn't let Ke Han stay on this topic for too long. He put down his rolled-up pants corners one by one, covering his straight legs, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, as if he thought of something interesting.

He stretched out his hand, and spread the palm stained with a few grains of wall dust flatly in front of Ke Han, as if signaling Ke Han to hold his hand and get up from the ground quickly.

"I'll take you to see something nice, I won't lie to you."

……

Ke Han didn't expect to see anything nice.

He felt that based on his understanding of Mu Heng's character, he might take him to see the exhibitions of the National Version Change Collection Center in May [-]rd, or something else, for example: Inspirational Master Square to promote the condensed chicken soup tour performance?

Anyway, it's not normal stuff.

After they walked for a short distance along the scenic mountain range on the back of Anhe No. [-] Middle School, Ke Han smelled a light and sweet fragrance, which was refreshing.

When Mu Heng walked to a certain position, he suddenly went around Ke Han's back and covered his eyes.

Ke Han wanted to struggle, but Mu Heng whispered in his ear: "Don't move."

Of course, Ke Han would not be so obedient under normal circumstances, but maybe the forest is too quiet, not even a passing sparrow, which is too suitable for destroying corpses.

He froze for a second, but still controlled himself and did not continue to struggle.

Only the tight back betrayed Ke Han's slightly nervous state of mind, and he didn't know if Mu Heng had malicious intentions.Although the other party has always been good to him, Ke Han did not deny that the other party can betray him at any time.

He had already learned that lesson.

That strange aroma became more and more intense, and at the end, it almost formed a substance, which could condense into a warm syrup in the air.

Mu Heng dragged Ke Han from behind, and led him along the way, stepping on the "rustling" dead leaves under his feet, and finally stopped at a small hill.

"Would you like to guess?"

Ke Han pouted helplessly: "No guess."

"Really don't you guess?" Mu Heng's deep and clear voice implied a trace of anticipation, "That's right, I think you should have guessed it when you smelled the fragrance of flowers. Such a big sweet-scented osmanthus tree."

Before the words finished, Mu Heng let go of his hand and asked Ke Han to open his eyes to see the scene in front of him.

A tree covered with stars.

The delicate flowers are dotted among the lush green leaves and exude a soft and delicate fragrance.

This is an old laurel tree that can be surrounded by three or four people.

In the sky above the head, the weather is not clear, and there are faint signs of rain.

Mu Heng raised his head with a smile, looked up at the sky, and said word by word: "This place is very unique, isn't it?"

Ke Han stared blankly at the towering old laurel tree. Although the old trunk was like a crouching dragon, the new branches and leaves were still luxuriant, full of vitality everywhere.

The moist breath of life is accompanied by fragrance, lingering around.

There is a very unusual gentle mood in this autumn.

Ke Han had never seen such a tree.

In the world he lived in since he was a child, most of the time he only had mathematics and strict time management, and he never left the West Eighth District.

Mu Heng looked at Ke Han in surprise for a long time without recovering.

He didn't expect that the other party would cooperate with him so stupidly.

Is this a bit overfitting?

However, when Mu Heng saw this old laurel tree for the first time, he was also shocked.

This tree is too old.

It seems that it has stood for at least a hundred years in this not-so-popular scenic spot, and has withstood countless winds and rains. It is simply an ordinary miracle.

Mu Heng cleared his throat and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Ke Han who closed his eyes and raised his head.

"Don't talk, I know what you're going to say."

Mu Heng slightly raised his eyebrows: "How do you know what I'm going to say?"

Ke Han: "At any rate, I am also a person who reads stories in class every day. After reading so many books, I know you are an old chicken soup as soon as I hear you speak."

Mu Heng really didn't expect that he would have such a weird nickname, and the expression on his face froze for a second.

Then he heard Ke Han say faintly: "Every tree has its fate, whether it is wind and frost, or rain and snow..."

Mu Heng: "..."

There is an inside taste.

Ke Han: "...The bad situation is not the reason for this tree to complain. He never complains, but silently penetrates his roots into the depths of the earth, absorbing the nutrients needed for life day after day... ..."

Mu Heng coughed uncomfortably, reluctantly agreed with Ke Han's statement, and then said, "Shall I show you something better?"

He didn't wait for Ke Han's answer.

He just jumped onto a nearby stone at the moment of the sound, jumped up, and pulled his back legs for a second with his coat - his fingertips barely touched the top of the old laurel tree.

Ke Han opened his eyes, and saw Mu Heng showing a small waist, and the clear lines were extremely beautiful and smooth.

The corner of Mu Heng's mouth rose two or three points.

With a change of his fingertips, he smoothly grabbed the clump of leaves above his head between the two of them.

With the pull of gravity, Mu Heng began to fall.

Ke Han's eyes suddenly widened.

"Whoa!"

The branches and leaves jumped wildly, and the dewdrops that originally hung on the tips scattered and splashed due to inertia, and fell directly on Ke Han's face.

Mu Heng, on the other hand, jumped out of the hardest-hit area because he had been prepared for a long time, and not much liquid was splashed on his body.

He stood still not far away, laughing loudly.

Ke Han: "..."

Scattered white gold flowers all over the sky fell like rain, falling on people's heads, shoulders and bodies.

Mu Heng managed to restrain his smile: "Are you happier?"

Ke Han: "..."

The indifference on his face didn't look like he should be happy.

Ha ha.

Seeing that Ke Han didn't look like he was going to retaliate against him, Mu Heng approached him and poked Ke Han on the cheek.

"Angry?"

Ke Han stared indifferently at Mu Heng's open collar: "Heh."

"Don't be like this, I'm just joking...how about you shower me back? I won't resist." Mu Heng's brows and eyes were surprisingly pleasant, "Let me go, hey, Ke Han, take care of me .”

Ke Han glanced at Mu Heng, and quickly stepped back a few steps in the other's line of sight.

After the distance between the two of them was almost opened, Ke Han said unhurriedly, "I think you should take a look at your collar."

At this moment, his suppressed smile finally welled up in his eyes: "There is a spider inside."

"It should have just fallen from a bush."

Mu Heng: "..."

His expression became terrified little by little at a very regular and uniform speed.

However, Mu Heng clenched his teeth tightly, not letting that scream come out of his throat.

In the dense forest, there was a dense sound of "sand rustling" and the crushing of dead leaves.

Mu Heng frantically spun around and stretched his collar, lowered his head and kept looking inside: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Ke Han: "..."

He didn't expect that Mu Heng's reaction to the spider was so great.

After a long while, he coughed, leaned over and held Mu Heng down, trying to calm him down.

"No spiders."

The gleam in Mu Heng's eyes and the corners of his lips stopped suddenly.

"Really?"

Ke Han took a deep breath: "Really."

"You didn't lie to me?"

Ke Han: "I didn't lie to you."

Mu Heng thought for a while: "But you lied to me just now."

Ke Han: "...Actually, the one that just fell into it was a dead flower, not a spider, it just looked like a spider."

Mu Heng has completely calmed down.

He was silent for a second, barely sniffed, and took back the transparent liquid that was about to burst out of his eyes.

Ke Han looked at him, and for some reason, he felt guilty.

"Don't do it next time." Mu Heng paused, "I was bitten by big ants when I was a child, and I'm especially afraid of insects. If there is any overreaction—it's quite dangerous."

Ke Han nodded, and seriously agreed: "No, I'm sorry."

Mu Heng let out a breath slowly, and then tried his best to restore the corners of his mouth to normal.

He said: "Speaking of which, you are also going to participate in the recording and broadcasting of the 'The Strongest Scholar' National Finals at that time, right? I just happen to be free today, so I'll go shopping with you?"

……

Ke Han didn't know why he skipped class with Mu Heng, climbed over the wall together, and walked into the mall building together.

There are resplendent decorations everywhere.

It was out of tune with the school uniforms on both of them.

Mu Heng was still carefully inspecting the hanging clothes in the men's clothing store, with a serious expression, as if he was solving quadratic equations in three variables.

Ke Han didn't know whether the brand shop was a brand shop or not, but he glanced at the label silently, and silently withdrew his hand.

A bit expensive.

It's not unaffordable, but it's definitely not a price you can buy casually.

Ke Han thought of this, and finally remembered the check that he had put somewhere, and dozens of days ago, Mu Heng said that he had run out of pocket money.

Run out……

From the perspective of ordinary logic, Mu Heng's pocket money should have a certain connection with his mother's 500 million for his classmates to persuade him not to study.

So—has Mu Heng bought a house? !

How on earth did he use up his pocket money? !

Not rich second generation? !What the hell is this not a rich second generation? !

Mu Heng didn't notice Ke Han's complicated eyes standing beside him.

Between a dead classmate and a dead friend.

His eyes suddenly lit up, he picked out one of several coats, and brought it to Ke Han, looking very happy.

"look!"

Ke Han glanced at the ordinary coat indifferently.

Well, three thousand and eight.

"nice."

Mu Heng got the approval, nodded and said, "I think so too."

Ke Han: Hehe, not the rich second generation.

Although he was very enthusiastic, Mu Heng didn't persist for long, and he gradually lost his enthusiasm for the selection.

Mu Heng packed and paid the bill, and walked out of the shop with Ke Han.

however--

At that moment, from the corner of Mu Heng's eyes, he noticed Director Qiu who was walking with his daughter and wife in the shopping mall far below.

Director Qiu and his daughter were sitting on the public seat next to the glass guardrail, looking at the phone with the same movement and posture.

Director Qiu's wife came out of the store.

Director Qiu put away his mobile phone and got up slowly. He heard his daughter ask him from the side: "Huh? Dad, is that your school uniform?"

Director Qiu looked up at the men's clothing layer above, but he didn't see anyone.

Only the decorative green leaves trembled slightly.

……

"Did you see that?"

"You saw it too?"

"Of course I saw it!"

Ke Han and Mu Heng looked at each other, and felt that the other party's inner emotions were extremely turbulent and complicated.

Normally, Mu Heng would not be afraid of Director Qiu.

But today is different from the past, he is running away from home now, if Director Qiu catches him and calls his parents, then it is basically impossible for him to run away a second time.

Even with a deal, the risk of him being taken home by the way remains high.

This is why Mu Heng has been acting more restrained recently.

Ke Han wanted to move.

But Mu Heng held him tightly with his hand, and didn't let him move.

Ke Han: "Let's get out of this place quickly, shall we?"

Mu Heng's frown suddenly relaxed.

"No, I have a better idea."

What he called a better idea - to change out the school uniform first - was to make the target less visible.

The clerk looked strangely at the two boys who were casually shopping in the mall on weekdays in school uniforms. They originally gathered together to chat for a while because of their departure.

But the two boys came back soon.

This time, Mu Heng went directly to the young lady who was the foreman and asked her for a favor.

A few minutes later, Ke Han was thrown into the dressing room with a pile of matching clothes.

Mu Heng seemed to be changing clothes very quickly. He looked at Ke Han who opened the door and reappeared in front of him.

Good, doesn't look like a student anymore.

Then he noticed that Ke Han's shoes—sneakers—were not in the same style as his clothes.

Ke Han: "I don't think it seems appropriate."

Mu Heng snapped his fingers.

"It's inappropriate."

Ke Han nodded, unnaturally planning to go back and change back into his school uniform.

However, before he turned around, Mu Heng said: "Miss, please do me a favor. I want a pair of shoes that match this outfit, and other things."

He said and handed out a card.

Ke Han didn't see the face of the card in Mu Heng's hand, but some things are already obvious, so there's no need to delve into it.

hurt feelings.

He was sitting in the rest area, waiting for Mu Heng to exchange clothing opinions and suggestions with the young ladies, while taking a sip of the juice he had poured, thinking about how to get Mu Heng to admit his mistake.

Then, he used this energy to bring up the matter of returning the check to the other party.

perfect.

Mu Heng also sat down and waited for the young lady's arrangement. He didn't want to move anymore, he was so tired of choosing.

However, if it is a fill-in-the-blank multiple-choice question, that is another matter.

Mu Heng thought about it, turned on his mobile phone and used the wireless charging provided by the store to restore blood to his mobile phone. While recovering blood, he browsed the news in the Tiange Cultivation Learning and Exchange Group.

[Chu Caiji: Brother Mu, today the World Forum has a new operation for you. 】

Mu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Chu Baiyue was the only one who knew that she had used the "I don't like studying" ID.

The "new operation" she mentioned was obviously aimed at his "I don't like learning" account.

[NO.1: What operation? 】

About three seconds later, Chu Baiyue, who was on-hook online, replied to Mu Heng's message.

[Chu Caiji: They created a special post to focus on insulting you, and that "Leibniz doesn't understand functions". 】

[NO. 1: Got it. 】

After replying and knowing, Mu Heng opened the World Forum, searched precisely, and found the post that Chu Baiyue said.

At the very beginning, it was full of harmonious asterisks.

【***】

【****, I will never stay up late again. 】

After countless asterisk messages, another strange content appeared.

[Tourist translator came here for a visit. 】

[Translation on the first floor: Oh tower. 】

[Translation on the second floor: drafting a horse (a biological behavior habit, sure), I will stay up all night in Tama (a name, sure) in the future. 】

【Looking up to the boss.JPG】

【Dementia.JPG】

[Translation Baocai, the forum found a ghost. 】

……

Mu Heng forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth, trying his best to make the expression on his face look calm.

He backhandedly shared the screenshot of the interesting content he saw to "Leibniz doesn't understand functions".

Even though the other party's reaction was always cold, Mu Heng still felt that he should try his best to build a good relationship with the other party.

With luck, he might be able to see each other at training camps across the country.

It is also good to make a master friend in advance.

Ke Han's phone remained silent.

But at the moment Mu Heng sent the message, he received a pop-up reminder of "Peak Competition", which made his heart "thump".

He almost dropped his phone.

Forced to calmly open the message from "I don't like to study", Ke Han's hands trembled slightly, afraid that he invited himself to download the copy together.

[I don't like studying: I just saw something, it's very interesting, you can go and see it too. 】

Ke Han breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Heng, who was opposite him, put down his phone and glanced at him: "What's wrong with you? Are you still afraid of Teacher Qiu?"

Ke Han: "..."

Afraid of a hammer!

But he can't say why, because if some words are spoken, the possibility of his large "Leibniz doesn't understand functions" being exposed will greatly increase.

In fact, Ke Han did not intend to be linked with "Gram".

He felt that although Mu Heng opened his mouth sometimes, he was making up chicken soup, but at other times, he had to admit that Mu Heng had indeed said something right—he should no longer wallow in the pain of the past, so he now At least you should learn to let go.

At least, when facing the math league, learn to let go of your knots.

Like it, like it, don't like it, don't like it.

Whether it is to allow himself to like or dislike freely, Ke Han cannot reveal that he is "Gram".

"Mr.Key" has been bound to "Leibniz doesn't understand functions". Help the other party's study to a certain extent, and ask the other party to help Mu Heng when the time comes.

Although he felt helpless at Mu Heng's terrifying persistence, Ke Han also affirmed his enthusiasm.

Although it is not enough to have enthusiasm for the Mathematical League, a person with enthusiasm will definitely be able to win the admiration and love of others.

Facing Mu Heng's question, Ke Han smiled slightly: "It's true that I'm a little scared. I was taken by Zhang Yida recently, and my stress reaction to Teacher Qiu is about to come out."

"Would you like some more juice, their apple juice is also quite delicious."

Mu Heng noticed that the paper cup in front of Ke Han was empty.

Ke Han: "Huh?"

Mu Heng turned around and lay down: "Miss, can you do me a favor?"

……

The second glass of apple juice appeared on the small glass coffee table in front of Ke Han.

Mu Heng: "Don't worry about drinking it, I've been drinking it for so many years and it's fine."

Ke Han: "..."

Mu Heng: "The first time I came to this kind of chain store, I finished drinking their apple juice. Later, my mother even went to the management of this chain store and asked who the supplier of the juice was, and then Bought me a lot."

Ke Han: "..."

You seem to have forgotten some of your personality.

Facing Ke Han's gaze, Mu Heng unconsciously recalled the past for a while, and then suddenly felt a chill down his spine - he seemed to have found a little loophole.

Mu Heng: "..."

The roots of his ears turned red instantly.

A faint blush, like an unauthentic white strawberry.

"Ahem..." Mu Heng was silent for a second, and then bravely met Ke Han's eyes, "I didn't lie to you before."

Ke Han: "You said you are not a 'rich second generation'."

The counter lady not far away secretly looked at the corner of the rest area here.

"..." Mu Heng felt as if the air around him had been drained, and explained with difficulty, "You have to know...my family...my family just has a little money."

Ke Han was unmoved: "Yes."

Mu Heng racked his brains to find a solution to the current predicament in his mind.

After a short three seconds, he finally had a flash of inspiration: "It's really just a little money. My family is just an upstart who opened a small factory. It's nothing."

He concealed his "tens of billions of family business" mainly because he was afraid that his friends would become too alienated or flattering to him.

Therefore, the crux of the problem is not whether to conceal or not to conceal, the crux of the problem is whether he can make his friends try not to feel uncomfortable.

Mu Heng: "It's the kind of Jiangnan leather factory that sells shoes. It's a small factory that sells local specialties such as dried sweet potatoes. It has a relatively large number and is a bit cheap."

can.

Mu Heng gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

This "metaphor" is very grounded and should not make people feel uncomfortable.

What a wit he is.

The newly promoted deputy manager next to him glanced at the black card that Mu Heng gave to the clerk, with a dazed expression on his face.

So... now small upstarts can also apply for this kind of card?

Ke Han didn't feel uncomfortable, he just said: "Since you told me this kind of thing, then I have something to tell you too."

The smile on Mu Heng's face became brighter and brighter because he "successfully" achieved his goal.

Then he heard Ke Han say: "Your mother came to me—should it be your mother?—She hopes that I can help prevent you from participating in the math league."

Mu Heng suddenly lost his expression.

The little sister who helped just now came back to the store just at this time, with a few boxes in her hand.

There are even polarized sunglasses with a relatively large coverage area.

The young lady put the things in front of the expressionless Mu Heng: "I bought something according to your request, and then I saw Teacher Qiu who just came up from below—"

Ke Han looked up in surprise: "Miss, do you know Mr. Qiu?"

The clerk rolled her eyes, her heavy makeup made her look too mature.

"It's more than that, I'm still your senior sister."

During the communication between the clerk and Ke Han, Mu Heng regained his sense of reality word by word, and raised his hand to touch his cheek.

piping hot.

His thoughts just now were directly blasted.

who am I? Where do I come from? Where do I go?

Mu Heng used all his rationality to control himself from rushing out of the shop, avoiding Ke Han, and went to ask his mother about the matter.

He knew that his family complained about his exposure to things that were similar to those of his elder brother.

But he didn't know that his mother would find his classmate specifically for this kind of thing - she must have taken the money.

Let him think.

Ok.

Here is a little money, just a wish, I hope you can do us a little favor?

Mu Heng felt a kind of nausea.

His cheeks quickly turned from hot shame to cold resignation.

Yes.

He can't do anything.

What can he do?His money was given by his parents, and his life was also given by his parents... However, even if they are children, they should always be another independent person, and should never be a vassal of their parents.

Mu Heng was sober.

But the more sober he is, the more he feels that there is no solution to this problem.

After all, Ke Han, who was chatting with the senior sister, noticed Mu Heng's unusual expression, which was abnormal and tinged with indifference and sarcasm.

What's up with him?

Ke Han turned his attention.

While Ke Han was diverting his attention, the clerk also noticed the change in Ke Han. She followed Ke Han's eyes and looked at the other student who just gave her the black card. His expression seemed a little strange.

Judging from her many years of experience as a cabinet sister, this kind of something is wrong as if she just bought a luxury for the mistress, but when she was paying the bill, she unfortunately heard that her daughter-in-law ran away with someone.

"By the way, your card."