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

Meng Xi spent more than half an hour in the cold wind outside, and after eating two packs of spicy strips, he finally calmed down.

When the emotions calm down, a smart IQ can occupy the high ground.

He took out a bag of Skittles in a fluorescent green package from his pocket, tore it open, poured out two colorful balls, and threw them into his mouth.

After chewing, the sour taste immediately occupied all the taste buds in the mouth, extending up and down along the sensory nerves.

Meng Xi absently chewed the crushed candy, thinking: Although Song Huai is not very old, judging from his daily clothes and habits, he is a young man from a wealthy family who has been carefree since he was a child. That's why he has developed arrogance. temperament.

It is definitely not enough to deal with it head-on. It is estimated that he hates being lectured by others, especially pointing fingers at him.If you use the aggressive method... it probably won't work.

Since the enemy's fortress is too strong, he can only take more precautions and fight for a long time.

As long as his attitude is clear enough, Song Huai will definitely keep his distance from him out of anger, or even drift away from him after being humiliated a few times.

Meng Xi sat on the steps for a while, until the candy in his mouth gradually lost its taste, and the small brick under his butt was warmed by the body temperature, then he patted the dust off his clothes, slowly back to the dormitory.

Getting stuck at the door of the dormitory, you will inevitably be scolded by the uncle.After the left ear went in and the right ear went out for about two to three minutes, the base of the ear became much quieter.

Meng Xi climbed up the corridor to the third floor, quietly entered the dormitory, and found that the corridor lights and balcony lights were on.

Song Huai's bed has already drawn the curtain.

In the past, this means to rest and refuse to "pick up guests".But Meng Xi has a thick skin, as long as Song Huai is not asleep, the curtain will be useless.

Meng Xi lightly took the toiletries and put away the clothes on the balcony. During that time, there was no movement of turning over from the curtain.

Probably fell asleep.

He moved more lightly, went to the bathroom and took a brief shower. After coming out, he didn't need a hair dryer. He wrapped it in a towel to absorb the moisture little by little, and then climbed onto the bed with his mobile phone, ready to read English grammar for a while.

Wearing headphones and watching intently for about 10 minutes, Meng Xi suddenly felt the bed board under him vibrate.

The movement seemed to be about to collapse in the next second, which startled him a lot. Just as he was about to ask if it was an earthquake, there was a sound when he got out of bed.

"Lazy today? Don't study anymore?"

Song Huai asked.

"........."

Meng Xi reluctantly took off his earphones, "No, I'm watching an online class. Brother, can you stop kicking my bed board, this is wood, not stainless steel, it's very fragile! Where can I sleep if it's broken?"

"It's just that little effort, is it bad?" Song Huai said, paused, and asked again, "Didn't the self-study tonight see you correcting the math quiz at noon, and you have finished correcting it?"

"No."

Meng Xi didn't understand what he meant, so he simply said, "Why don't you go to bed? It's almost eleven o'clock, don't say I'm making you sleepy, I didn't even turn on the desk lamp today."

Sir, please stop messing around, I still have two hours left to finish the class, can you please let me be quiet for a while?

Meng Xi hoped that this master would go to meet Zhou Gong in his dream quickly, and don't interfere with his studies.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Well, I couldn't sleep well because of the light from your desk lamp before, but I didn't expect that I got used to it these two days, and I can't fall asleep without looking at the light."

Meng Xi: "..."

Song Huai urged him, "Turn on the light, go and correct the math quiz, don't be lazy."

"I'm not lazy, I'm not afraid to disturb your rest, so I read English instead..."

Meng Xi muttered a few words, knowing that he couldn't argue with him, so he had to climb out of bed to get test papers, math books, and pencil case. When he turned back, he suddenly saw a black charging board on the power strip under Song Huai's bed. device.

It doesn't look like a mobile phone, a desk lamp, or an electric blanket-there is no need to sacrifice such artifacts in this weather.Appliances that can be hooked up to the bed...

He didn't think about it, so he didn't think about it. He quickly climbed onto the bed, spread out the small table, and set up a small lamp.

Meng Xi was still pulling the bed sheets lazily, let the desk light look down, and adjusted the angle while saying: "Hey Song Huai, can you see if this light is enough? Is it still sleepable? If not, I will give it to you again." Do you turn it up a bit?"

Song Huai: "..."

It's rare for Meng Xi to make Xue Shen feel a big slump. He is so proud, he has the strength to correct the papers, and he copied the wrong copy of the three major questions.

Halfway through the correction, I suddenly got stuck on a drawing question.

He bit the cap of his pen and pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out how to draw the auxiliary line, so he tapped on the wall lightly, "Are you awake?"

Song Huai said concisely: "Let go."

"?"

Meng Xi thought for a while before he understood, and suddenly, "You're the one who farts!"

He added: "I don't understand a drawing question."

Song Huai said: "The teacher sent the answer."

"I just got the answer right, so I don't understand it." Meng Xi said, "There is an auxiliary line that I don't understand what it means, can you help me find out?"

Song Huai hummed.

Meng Xi poked his head around and saw that the curtains on the bed were tightly drawn, "Pull the curtains, and I'll send you the test papers in."

"What are you doing pulling the curtain? How troublesome."

Song Huai raised his eyelids, and said coolly, "Didn't you just cut a bed slit on the other side of the wall? I think it's almost like the Mariana Trench. Let's pass it over there."

Meng Xi: "..."

Song Huai avenged the lamp, and finally showed mercy and opened the curtain, and took the paper in.

I watched it for 2 minutes.

Meng Xi felt something was wrong.

Song Huai's memory is very good. He remembers all the questions he did a month ago. He also asks him questions on weekdays. He can immediately recall the steps and answers of the questions with a scan, not to mention that this is just a drawing question. It doesn't make sense delay for so long.

He thought for a while, then lowered his voice, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

Song Huai's cold voice came from below, "You read that right, there is indeed a problem with this auxiliary line."

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me tell you, why do I feel something is wrong after thinking about it. But you have been thinking about it for too long, right? It doesn't meet your previous standards, Xueshen."

Song Huai said softly, "I was thinking that with an IQ like yours, you can still find out the mistakes in the answers, which means that your observation and thinking skills are improving. These days are not in vain."

Meng Xi was taken aback for a moment, and it took a while to understand what Song Huai meant.

Many experts have criticized the problem of domestic exam-oriented education, blindly cramming teaching so that students only know how to solve this problem, but do not know why they should solve it this way.

Not long ago, Meng Xi was still the kind of scumbag student who didn't know where to start. He didn't expect that after training day and night, he would have initial results in just a few days.

He was thinking about the answer instead of reciting it.

This little bit of progress is worth making him happy.

Meng Xi immediately became excited, as if he had been pumped, "Really! Tell me what's wrong with that thread? Hurry up!"

However, Song Huai didn't answer him. After a while, he suddenly said, "Don't worry. I'll save this question for now. I'll talk to Zhao Qianqian in math class tomorrow."

This quiz was only distributed tonight. According to the usual habits, it is estimated that Zhao Qianqian will spend a class time explaining it tomorrow.

"what?"

Meng Xi didn't quite understand why, but when Song Huai mentioned Zhao Qianqian, he understood a little bit.

Probably because I want to discuss this issue with Zhao Qianqian in public tomorrow, lest others copy this auxiliary line into the wrong question book in a daze.

Song Huai handed over his paper and asked, "Are you still studying?"

"study!"

After coming out just now, Meng Xi only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and his drowsiness disappeared immediately. He wished to hold three or four papers until dawn, "I will study for another four or 10 minutes! I will go to bed at twelve o'clock!"

Song Huai: "..."

Meng Xi asked again: "God of Xue, are you sleepy?"

Unknowingly, he also followed the crowd to shout for a long time to learn the gods.

"..." Song Huai picked up the newly bought Switch in his hand, clicked on a certain save file of Zelda, and said slowly, "I'm not sleepy."

Someone on the upper bunk got the exact news and immediately started writing homework.

Song Huai yawned silently, put on the earphones, and continued to brush Link Wolf.

Accompanied by the indistinct bgm in his ears, and the protagonist's "huh, ha, hey", Link wolf jumped at the protagonist and roared twice, the little red heart representing life in the upper left corner quickly disappeared, and the screen gradually went black Go down, revealing a line of gradient white font:

gameover.

"........."

Song Huai put down the switch expressionlessly.

He felt that it was impossible for Zelda to save the princess in this life.

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