Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

After stealing half a day's leisure for no reason, Meng Xi accompanied Song Huai to bring the gifts home, and there was nothing else to do.

Zhao Yulan also knew that Meng Xi was going to help her son celebrate her birthday, and planned to celebrate her son's birthday on the lunar calendar, so she wouldn't bother them on this day, and just went back to her hometown to take care of her parents.

So when Meng Xi came to his house, the house was empty and there was no one there.

They have been in love for almost a year, both of them are each other's first love, and the intimate actions they can do every day are holding hands or kissing.For the past six months, Meng Xi has devoted himself 100% to his studies, and even during his vacation time, he spends most of his time on tutoring. If you want to say that the two of them are simply dating...

Very little.

Meng Xi still remembered that the last time he came to Song's house, it seemed that the relationship between him and Aunt Zhao was tense.At that time, Song Huai was cooking in person, and he was clumsily laying hands beside him. Zhao Yulan stood aside, and she could catch a glimpse of envy from the corner of her eye.

Before I knew it, it had been so long.

Song Huai took him into his bedroom, saw a little dust on the desk, couldn't help cleanliness, took out a wet towel and wiped it carefully twice.

Meng Xi laughed, and suddenly felt a little naughty, and wanted to hug his waist from behind to tickle him, but just as he stretched out his hand, a buzzing bell suddenly came from his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone to look at it, and was stunned for a moment. Song Huai also turned around and asked casually, "Who is calling?"

"Yes..." Meng Xi turned the phone screen to show him, "It's Old Tang."

Old Tang is no longer their homeroom teacher. He also teaches Classes [-] and [-] in Chinese, and he seldom communicates except to meet and say hello.

Song Huai was also taken aback, "Why is he calling you?"

"I don't know, I'll take it."

Meng Xi pressed the answer button, and before he had time to say anything, Tang De whispered a lot in his ear.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Song Huai, a little at a loss, "Old Tang asked me to go over, saying it was urgent."

When the school comes to look for it, [-]% of it is to learn the above things.

Song Huai didn't think much about it, and said empathetically, "Then you go."

"But today is your birthday..."

Song Huai said, "Since it's an urgent matter, it shouldn't take too long. As long as you're by my side, you can do whatever you want."

After he said that, Old Tang was in a hurry again, Meng Xi could only nod his head, "I'll be back when I'm done, wait for me."

Song Huai smiled, "Well, I'll wait for you."

·

Meng Xi went there for several hours, and Song Huai cleaned up at home. There was nothing to do, so he turned on the TV and tuned a documentary.

At six o'clock in the evening, Song Huai vaguely remembered that Meng Xi mentioned that he wanted to watch a movie. One day, when Meng Xi went to the bathroom, he received a text message on his mobile phone. He glanced at it and found that it was a message about booking seats for two at the movie. "Pounding Heartbeat" opened on the [-]th.

Song Huai hesitated for a moment, but still called Meng Xi.

I did not answer.

He called two or three times but was not connected, and couldn't help sending a message, which showed that it had been read, but still didn't reply.

Song Huai waited until [-]:[-], opened the booking app, and looked at the rest of the exciting shows. There was another show at ten o'clock, and it ended at twelve o'clock, and he could have a late-night snack when he came out.

He looked at the seats, because it was close to midnight, so the seats were sparse, especially the back row, which was very empty.

But they didn't really want to watch the movie.

To be on the safe side, Song Huai booked two tickets for the [-]:[-] and [-]:[-] shows.

However, at eight o'clock in the evening, the restaurant called to wish him a happy birthday. By the way, he politely asked if the seat was still reserved and the two of them could come.

Meng Xi still didn't reply.

Song Huai said he had to think about it, and then called Lao Tang, but he still didn't answer, but he replied a message after a while, only saying that Meng Xi was with him, and didn't say anything else.

He sent several more messages to inquire, but Tang De didn't read the text messages and didn't reply.

Even the teacher can't figure it out, so you still have to ask Meng Xi to do it?

Song Huai had no choice but to call the restaurant manager back, "Keep it, I'll be there later."

He sat in a small box in a high-end restaurant for two hours, hollowing out the strawberry dessert brought by the waiter with a small spoon, but he didn't see the surprise hidden inside, nor did he see Meng Xi who was supposed to stay by his side.

At 10:30, Meng Xi finally called back.

Song Huai picked up the phone and heard him say: "Come out for a drink, I'll wait for you at Laoxiang Street."

Laoxiang Street is a well-known snack street in Lin’an. The street is full of food carts with stalls, and there are food stalls and barbecue restaurants on both sides, full of fireworks.

He is a bit of a clean freak, and Meng Xi also knows about it, and usually rarely drags him to eat in these fly restaurants, and he will pick a small restaurant with good decoration, clean and hygienic.

Song Huai was silent for a moment, didn't ask him why he didn't reply to his message all this time, didn't ask him why he wanted to drink, just said hello.

·

The night market on Saturday is still full of people. The day after Christmas is also a weekend, so the flow of people is very heavy. Even the hawkers who set up their stalls close their stalls late, happily stuffing their pockets to the brim.

When Song Huai found him, Meng Xi was sitting at a round plastic table outside, drinking beer with his head depressed.

Inside the turquoise glass bottle, there is only a shallow bottom left.

Song Huai walked over, gently took an unopened bottle of beer, opened the lid, poured himself half a glass, and asked slowly: "What's wrong?"

Meng Xi drank the contents of his cup, his face still gloomy.

"Guess what old Tang asked me to do."

He said.

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then shook his head, but couldn't explain clearly.

The owner of the barbecue shop came over in a timely manner, and put down a large number of bamboo sticks in his palm full of spices, and the fragrance wafted all over the street.

It is a sizzling, dark brown mutton skewer.

Meng Xi didn't move. After a while, he took out a crumpled piece of paper that had been folded several times from his arms, and handed it over.

Song Huai unfolded it and saw a few eye-catching characters written on the top page: 2019 Youth Olympic Mathematics Competition League.

Area: Lin'an, J Province

School: Lin'an Fourth Middle School

Name: Song Huai

Black and white, clear.

Song Huai's finger bones tightened suddenly, making another mark on the already crumpled paper.

"After the results came out, several teachers worked overtime to communicate with the competition team leader and the marking teacher. Even the principal was alarmed. The director sent your report card to the team leader, found many relationships, and drove to City A to get your report card. The original volume, and then drove all night, and brought the copy volume back to the school."

"The teachers in the mathematics group of the third year of high school were all dispatched. After answering the answers for several hours, they called the students who participated in the competition together. Everyone worked non-stop for more than [-] hours..."

Meng Xi said in a cold voice, "I just confirmed the fact that you scored zero on the paper."

Song Huai pinched his palm with his fingertips, wondering if he had touched some nerve, his hands were shaking violently.

The surrounding night market was full of people, but only their small round table was as cold as ice.

Meng Xi poured his head down a mug full of beer, but it wasn't enough, so he reached out to pour it, but Song Huai stopped him halfway.

"...Don't drink." He said in a hoarse voice with a dry throat, "Drinking too much is not good for your health."

Meng Xi was silent for a moment, snatched the wine bottle back from under his palm, and said coldly, "I don't know that drinking can hurt your health."

Song Huai stopped talking.

After a few glasses of wine, maybe it was an alcohol attack, or maybe he had been holding his breath for hours and had nowhere to vent. Meng Xi suddenly put down the glass heavily, hammered the table top, and the dishes on the table rattled.

Even the boss was alarmed and stared at them cautiously, for fear that they would cause trouble after they were drunk.

"All the answers are wrong one space behind. The answer to the first question at the beginning is 0, and the answer to the last question is 1. Even if you are wrong, you must be wrong from beginning to end."

Meng Xi said coldly, "Studying the gods is indeed a good skill."

He exaggerated and sarcastically, how could Song Huai not know?

Although I was aware of it when I handed in the paper, the prediction and the reality are always different.

Song Huai clenched his fists tightly, lowered his eyelids and dared not look at him, his voice was still a little difficult, "...If the league is passed, it will be too late."

Of course it was too late.

Meng Xi had fully understood it a few hours ago.

Song Huai didn't even want to get the recommended spot.

In the past two months, he has always understood the wishes and expectations of his teachers, classmates and himself, but he only treats everyone like a monkey.

"I don't want to go to the finals." Song Huai took a deep breath, his temples were numb, and his heart seemed to be clenched, and he said every word with difficulty, "Once we reach the finals, we will go to the provincial team for training. For more than a month..."

Meng Xi understood what he meant.

Song Huai has always helped to formulate his own study plan, and he is also in charge of his study progress. Moreover, at his current level, the teacher can't give much advice, and there is no way to make up specific lessons. He can only ask Song Huai to check it out for him. Fill in the gaps.

"You think too much." He said coldly, "Without you, I can still score the remaining 20 points."

"That was not what I meant."

Song Huai whispered, "I just can't bear you."

To others, recommending is a ladder to heaven and a talisman, but to him it is a shackle.

One night, he looked at the moon outside the window and thought about it all night, asking himself if he could bear the pain of being in a different school or even a different place from Meng Xi, the more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and he stopped thinking about it.

He doesn't want prestigious schools and recommended admissions.

Xiaomeng will go to whatever school he fills in; if Xiaomeng can't get into Tsinghua University, then he will go to Southeast with him.

Where Xiaomeng can't go, he won't go, and he doesn't want to go.

"Today I saw Old Tang wiping tears." Meng Xi said suddenly, "You don't know how sad the director and the others are after checking the answers."

It's not for anything else, but for Song Huai's own future.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

Song Huai clasped his palms, "...What about you?"

Meng Xi didn't speak, and seemed to be in a daze. After a while, he took out another piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out on the table.

After finishing this movement, all the strength in his whole body seemed to be removed, and his tone was a little tired.

"I am disappointed."

He said.

Song Huai opened it and saw that it was an application form for self-enrolment, with two words signed in the lower right corner, which he was very familiar with.

Black and white, clear and distinct.