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

The highly intense review week passed in this way. Before the holiday, the teachers of each subject gave a test.

In order to testify to his hard work during this period, Meng Xi filled the papers to the brim during the exam, and waited smugly for the test scores to become a blockbuster.

As a result, he was dumbfounded when the grade slip was sent to him.

The total score of the three subjects is seven or eight points higher than the last test, physics and chemistry are still a piece of shit, history barely maintains the standard, and politics has dropped by several points compared to the final exam.

Meng Xi was stunned.

It was a bolt from the blue.

He memorizes three sets of words every day, and he has started tutoring mathematics from the textbook in the first year of high school. Tang De didn't make any progress in his class, and he remembered all the knowledge points of classical Chinese.

It is true that I haven't had time to review the elementary school recently, and the fall is understandable.

But the total score of the three subjects has increased so little, and each subject has only increased by two or three points, which really discourages people's enthusiasm.

As his instructor, Song Huai must have first-hand knowledge of Meng Xi's grades.

In terms of study, he has always been strict. Meng Xi handed in his grade slip anxiously, and waited quietly like a quail for the trial.

However, to his surprise, Song Huai was not angry after reading it, and his tone was very gentle and gentle, "It's okay, there is a lot of room for improvement."

Not only did he not scold him, but he also patiently analyzed Meng Xi's current learning situation, "You are missing too many subjects, such as mathematics. If you miss a year, it will be difficult to make up for it. The main reason for the test is your mathematics. You have pulled up a few points, and you didn’t come up with very remote words in English reading, but that’s not your real level. But compared horizontally, it’s already much better than the final exam, which shows that there’s still progress.”

In the end, he said: "Don't be impetuous, and don't be discouraged. Learning is not something that can be achieved overnight. If you accumulate it over time, you will definitely gain something."

Because of Song Huai's relief, Meng Xi finally got out of his disappointment, and he was no longer obsessed with the little progress he had made before.

Time flies, and the dreaded National Day week is coming soon.

Two days before the holiday, the teachers of each subject assigned homework, one small test paper a day, and nine papers were written at the same time. In conversion, every day is a final exam. A group of words, and additional math practice papers.

"Song Huai, Song Huai." Meng Xi's eyes were in a trance, and he screamed from the air, "Take a look, is this paper real? Am I not blind? This is really not a scrap that the teacher gave us to sell scraps. Paper?"

Song Huai: "..."

"Am I going to die in this sea of ​​mountains and seas?"

Meng Xi couldn't help raising his hand and shaking it in front of his eyes, "Why do I feel like there are little stars in front of me?"

Song Huai justified the teacher's name, "In addition to the three main subjects, the number of papers for primary subjects is small, and there are many multiple-choice questions to fill in the blanks. It doesn't take long. On average, eight hours a day is enough."

Meng Xi: "..."

Eight or eight hours, is he still alive after finishing it?

Holding his last hope, he asked, "Then, do you do your homework?"

Song Huai shook his head resolutely and refused: "No."

Meng Xi: "..."

Then you say a big hammer.

Sitting directly in front of Song Huai was the representative of the Chinese class. The little girl was short, with a round face with a little baby fat, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, with a strong bookish air.

Hearing this, she turned her head and said to Song Huai after much deliberation: "God Xue, the class teacher specially asked me to tell you that you must not cheat on this National Day homework, because the teachers of all subjects will take your homework." as a model."

Song Huai: "..."

"Hahahahaha! It's only eight hours!!"

Meng Xi laughed wildly with his stomach in his hands, and almost slipped under the table without paying attention. :

·

It was originally a one-man show, but I didn't expect two people to appear in the end.For this reason, Song Huai was depressed for half an afternoon, until Zhao Yulan asked him to go to the clinic for a review on the National Day, and his mood improved slightly.

He quickly took photos of the deadly workload of the National Day and sent them, and Zhao Yulan replied to him with three lines of ellipses.

Five minutes later, he saw Zhao Yulan's post in Moments, and there was a line written on it: It is really difficult for children who are studying now.

The accompanying picture is a homework photo taken from Song Huai.

Song Huai, who had a dusty circle of friends in 800 years, couldn't help giving his mother a thumbs up.

The seven-day National Day holiday has turned the beautiful holiday into a purgatory.

Meng Xi was carrying a few kilograms of schoolbag, and kept looking at Song Huai from the corner of his eye, implying, "Well, do you have any plans later?"

Song Huai glanced at him.

It means to say something quickly.

"If you're free," Meng Xi hesitated and touched his nose. Although he said he had troubled Song Huai many times, he still didn't have the nerve to say it openly every time, "Well, how about I invite you to drink coffee?" ? Play for a while, by the way, by the way..."

"By the way, I will do my homework for a while, and I will also tutor you."

Song Huai took his words, "Is it?"

Meng Xi was thin-skinned and forced his respect: "Well, although I hope so, it still depends on your own wishes..."

"Okay."

He zipped up the schoolbag, pulled the belt and threw it on his back, with his hands in his pockets, the blue and white school uniform looked very refreshing.

"But I can't give you free counseling, can I?"

Song Huai leaned against the table and said casually.

"Of course." As soon as money was mentioned, Meng Xi finally made up his mind, "You taught me so hard, and it took time and effort, which is what it should be. Then...then the price in your heart is How?"

Meng Xi's living expenses are only a few thousand a month. Although compared with other children, he is already very rich, but Song Huai's family is probably on the same level as him, and he may not value this little money...

If it doesn't work, just ask Dad to advance the fund.

Meng Xi gritted his teeth and thought.

He has saved all his New Year's money since he was a child, and has thrown it all in the bank for financial management. It is estimated that there are several million by now.

As a result, Song Huai said, "I don't want money."

Meng Xi raised his head in surprise, "Then what do you want?"

The students in the classroom walked away in disorder, only one or two were still cleaning, and no one noticed them.

On Friday afternoon, the sun was warm, and the light and shadow projected from the glass windows fell on Song Huai's tall and straight back. Layers of pale yellow shadows were cast on his body, which blurred from behind. It was stained with a faint halo.

"Well, I haven't figured it out yet."

Song Huai raised his head, revealing a slender neck with his Adam's apple clearly visible.

"Just hold on first."

He said, "When I think of it, you can help me realize a wish."

Meng Xi thought, this might be the worst deal in the world.

·

Meng Xi chose a coffee shop that he often went to when he was in junior high school.

He doesn't like to drink coffee, but at that time junior high school students were young and energetic, and they liked to pretend to be b in front of boys and girls, so they found out the dessert tastes of major local cafes, and found that although this one is small and not famous, the pastries are delicious. Unexpectedly delicious.

Since the accident in the third year of junior high school, he has not visited this store for a long time because it is very close to the original school.

But after more than a year, everything should have changed.

When the boss saw him, he was startled for a while, and then his long and narrow eyes slowly began to round. He was delighted but couldn't believe it, "Xiao Meng??"

"Is it you?" He came out from the counter, looked Meng Xi up and down, and sighed while being shocked, "Have you not been here for a long time? Haven't seen you for so long, have you grown up so much?"

As he spoke, he patted Meng Xi's shoulder with his hands.

Song Huai stood behind him and watched, seeing Meng Xi's calm face without any stress reaction, he couldn't help frowning.

"There were some things before. I took a break from school for a few months. Later, after I was admitted to high school, I was far away from this road, so I didn't come here."

Meng Xi found an excuse to prevaricate, "Brother, bring me a cup and muffins. By the way, Xueshen, do you like sweets?"

Song Huai seemed to be thinking about something, but Meng Xi yelled several times before responding: "Hmm... something to eat."

"Then I'll order it for you. This store has a lot of delicious food." Meng Xi was worried, and said, "If you don't like it, just change it."

Song Huai said, "It's up to you."

The boss looked at the two of them curiously while typing the order, "Xiao Meng, I don't think I've seen this classmate before? Is he your new friend? What about Qiao Lei, aren't you two playing together now?"

Song Huai noticed that at that moment, the smile on the corner of Meng Xi's mouth faded.

"Ang." Meng Xi pulled the corners of his mouth, maintaining that polite smile, "It's not a high school, it's just drifting away."

"That's it, that's a pity." The boss didn't see his expression, handed over the receipt, and said regretfully, "Friends when you are young are more precious and touching. If you have a chance, please contact me. Bar?"

"..."

Meng Xi didn't respond this time, and sent a vague tone word, took the receipt and turned around and walked towards the table and chair leisure area in the store.

As soon as he put down the bag, Song Huai's lips moved slightly, and before he could say a word, Meng Xi threw the bag away with a clatter.

"Shut up." He had no expression on his face, "Don't say a word, and don't ask."

Song Huai spread his palms and shrugged, "I didn't say anything."

Meng Xi was about to ask you to maintain your current good style. The next second, Song Huai squeezed his shoulders, and asked casually while relaxing, "Who is Qiao Lei?"

Meng Xi: "..."

"You really are," the voice squeezed out between his teeth, "it's not a big deal to watch the excitement, you just like to step on other people's minefields to play?"

Song Huai smiled, "Isn't it because you spoil me?"

"Ouch, don't say it so disgusting."

Meng Xi made a fake vomiting expression, took another two sips of plain water, and then said slowly: "It's actually nothing."

Song Huai raised his chin and focused his gaze.

"Why didn't I find you gossiping like this before, can it be better?"

As Meng Xi spoke, the smile faded from the corner of his mouth, "Qiao Lei...is my former junior high school classmate, and also my best buddy ever."