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

Without the buff of the god of learning, Meng Xi was self-reliant, and after a very sad week without a tablemate, Song Huai was finally discharged from the hospital.

Meng Xi missed a week of class. Although the teachers didn't say it clearly, people often asked about Meng Xi's situation one after another.After all, in the second year of high school with intense academic work, if you miss a day, you may not be able to make up your progress.

Only Chen Jin was very happy. After the results of the monthly exam came out, Song Huai's total score was 474 points, 190 points in the single subject of mathematics, and the second in the grade in the [-]s. It was a unilateral killing.

Now Song Huai is absent from class, and after the weekly test, he scored 164 in mathematics, regaining the top spot in the class.

The peacock head is tossed around in class every day, and it is always swaggering when going out after class, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, a week later, Song Huai was finally discharged from the hospital.

On the day when he resumed class, the class teacher even talked to him specially.

"Is there nothing wrong with your health?" Tang De was afraid that he would be tired, so he moved a chair specially, "I was hospitalized for a week, and the teachers were all worried. The director caught me calling every day to ask about your situation. "

Song Huai smiled, "It's all right, thank you teacher for your concern."

Tang De breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to be fine. It's normal for high school students to be under a lot of pressure. The key is to learn to regulate themselves. Studying is already a very simple task in life. If you can't pass the study, then you will When you step into society, you have harsh bosses and colleagues who are lazy and push the blame, isn't that mentality more likely to collapse?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that he was alluding to the director and the teacher, and added, "Of course, the environment for us to be teachers is relatively simple, and there are not so many troubles. But I don't think your ambition should just be to be a teacher. A little office worker or maybe a teacher."

Song Huai was slightly taken aback, "Teacher, what do you mean..."

Tang De smiled kindly: "I don't mean anything, don't think too much, it's because you are under too much pressure, I want to talk to you more."

"?"

high pressure?Who is this talking about?

With that said, Tang De took out a switch with a blue and red handle from the drawer, and put it on the table.

Song Huai suddenly said: "..."

I've been in the hospital for so long that I forgot about it.

"This was accidentally found by the director when he checked the dormitory last week."

Tang De said it more tactfully, but this is also the tradition of the No. [-] Middle School. The teachers all default that students bring mobile phones, and the plugs in the dormitory are not limited. Many people will bring prohibited electrical appliances such as milk pots. In order to prevent accidents such as fires, Frequent raids on student dormitories.

The director originally wanted to focus on checking Meng Xi's bed, but when he bent down, he suddenly saw a power strip connected under Song Huai's bed, and a dark charger was plugged into the power strip, so he fumbled for it. Got a game console...

"In fact, the main reason why you are not allowed to play games is that some people don't realize it. They don't know how to restrain themselves when they play, which delays their study. You said that if you play until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, can you still listen to the lectures when you get up the next day?"

Song Huai: "..."

"But," Tang De coughed twice, hinting, "If you have better self-control and a lot of psychological pressure, it's okay to rely on games to relax. But the game mainly plays an auxiliary role, and the key point is to rely on yourself to adjust .”

He, Balabala, talked a lot, his mouth was almost dry, and finally clicked the question, "The teacher doesn't accept this game console. If you think it can relax you, then it's okay to play for a while after class, but learning is still the main thing." , the grades can’t be dropped, you know?”

"..." Song Huai nodded, "Got it."

Tang De was relieved.

"By the way," he remembered something, and said casually, "Next year is the Mathematical Olympiad. You must participate, right?"

Song Huai nodded.

"Don't worry, the preliminaries will only be in June." Tang De said, "I checked your grades in No. 6 Middle School before, and found that you didn't have a position as a class leader in your first year of high school?"

Not to mention the squad leader, there are no such positions as committee members, league secretary, or even class representatives.

Simply incredible.

"Class cadres are still very important, especially when it comes to major events like promotion." Tang De pointed out, "Our school is different from No. [-] Middle School. In fact, there are relatively few recommended places. Competition awards, excellent grades in school, outstanding Class leader is a comprehensive factor in the quota assessment, you are still too weak in this aspect... After the midterm exam, should you consider becoming a class leader? The group secretary is also fine."

In terms of the gold content in the class, these two are relatively safe, and they are better written on the materials than the class representatives.

However, Song Huai shook his head, "Let's give this opportunity to other students. My ability is limited, and it's hard to do such trivial things well."

He spoke so decisively and directly that he almost had the words 'I have no sense of responsibility and I'm lazy' written all over my face.

Tang De choked suddenly, with complicated emotions, "You are quite energetic and capable in Meng Xi's supervision."

"Fortunately, watching a person improve from scratch is quite a sense of accomplishment."

Seeing Tang De's eyes light up, Song Huai slowly added the second half of the sentence, "But if it's a group of people, what's the difference between them and the employees of the farm? Working hard is like an old woman, and it's a waste of my time."

Tang De: "..."

·

"Tang De really wants you to be the monitor?"

With a lollipop in his mouth and an English test paper under his elbow, Meng Xi said in a vague voice, "It's a good thing you didn't agree. I heard from Wen Lan that the class monitor's family is not very good, but he is an urban Hukou...it is easier for Ban Gan to apply for the hardship subsidy."

Song Huai was startled, "His family is not well-off? How did he get into No. [-] Middle School?"

The tuition fee for one semester is more than 1 yuan, plus the daily expenses, it is not a small fee for a year.If you are a family with a poor income, you will generally choose to go to the public school, right?

"He is a single-parent family, only the mother is working hard to make money."

Meng Xi said casually, "His mother wants him to study abroad directly? There will be an international class in the second semester of senior high school. I remember that there is no such program in No. [-] Middle School."

City No. [-] Middle School does not have this project. Other schools will open various art classes, painting and broadcasting, etc. in the second year of high school, just to increase the employment rate by passing the art test.

However, No. [-] Middle School of the city is committed to increasing the enrollment rate of the heavy capital, so it simply cuts across the board, leaving no way out.

Song Huai was speechless for a while, "What does his mother think? According to Chi Hui's grades, some 985211s can still be picked. They can definitely develop better if they stay in China..."

Meng Xi spread his hands, "I don't know, everyone has their own ambitions. Maybe his mother just thinks that the moon abroad is more fragrant? But I also think it's better for the squad leader to stay in China. He looks like the kind of man who cares about his family."

Song Huai glanced at him, but since this topic was brought up, he simply asked: "What about you? What are your future plans? Do you want to go abroad?"

"I?"

Meng Xi pointed at himself, with an expression of seeing a ghost, "Are you kidding me, brother, you need to take the IELTS test when you go abroad. If I take the test, I'm afraid I will get 2 points."

"... Anyway, I have also coached you, so be confident."

"That's 4 points." Meng Xi said, holding his chin and turning his pen in one hand, "But to be honest, you also know my grades before. My father also said that if I can't do it, he will send me to study abroad."

Song Huai's throat tightened, "Then what do you think?"

"Of course it's impossible. My English is so poor."

Meng Xi scratched his head and said, "Actually, I love my family more, and I don't want to run too far. According to my current grades, if I work harder, I should be able to get a second degree. If possible, I want to be admitted to Lin'an University, or the province's Well. It’s better to drive within three hours.”

Song Huai did the math, the flight from Lin'an to the capital took less than three hours.

Although it is not in the province, it can be regarded as barely meeting the conditions... right?

"Don't you want to go to the capital?"

Sensing Meng Xi's gaze, Song Huai turned away subconsciously, "There are many good universities in the capital. Although your foundation is not solid, you are still quite smart. You might say if you work hard..."

"Maybe what? Tsinghua University and Peking University?"

Meng Xi thought he was joking, and said with a smile: "I know you have always been quite confident, but there is no need to be blindly confident in me. I still have some points, and it's just a dream. I don’t have much interest in the school...it’s better to choose Fudan, which is closer to Lin’an, and the score line is also the lowest.”

Song Huai opened his lips, but couldn't speak.

"You are different from me. You can basically choose the universities in China." Meng Xi counted with his fingers, "I remember that there are several major universities in our province, such as Nanjing University and Suzhou University—"

"...I should go to Tsinghua University."

Meng Xi paused.

He raised his head, loosened his fingers subconsciously, and had completely forgotten which university he had counted to.

"I have relatives there, it would be more convenient to go to Tsinghua to study."

Song Huai lowered his voice, "Moreover, my father is also a Tsinghua student, I..."

Ever since he saw his father and uncle's doctoral graduation photos in his study, and the words Tsinghua University were written on the stone tablet behind him, his first choice for the college entrance examination has never changed.

Meng Xi was slightly taken aback, and gradually lowered his elbows that were supporting his face.

Many sons have a mentality of admiration for their father, and he can probably understand how important his father is to Song Huai, like a milestone, a check-in point, and a benchmark for a certain stage of life.

If you don’t complete it, it will be like going to the capital and never climbing the Great Wall, going to New York and never seeing the Statue of Liberty, going to London and never visiting the British Museum, and going to Tokyo and never climbing Mount Fuji.

Maybe life can be beautiful, but the progress bar is always stuck at 99%, and it is a pity that it is not completed.

"You are going to Tsinghua University."

Meng Xi murmured, "That's right, we went our separate ways after the college entrance examination. Even if we could be in the same city, it might not be the same school, the same major, the same class..."

Looking at it this way, they only spent less than two years together.If you remove the winter and summer holidays and weekends, maybe... only one year.

There was only one year left.

"You are so smart, you really should develop well."

The muscles on Meng Xi's cheeks still curved into a smile, and he heard his own voice, "You go to the capital, I'll go to Shanghai, it's not bad if you think about it this way. When I go to Tsinghua University to find you, you have to bring I am having fun."

It sounds like comfort, and I don't know who I am comforting.

Song Huai was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

·

Within a few days, the midterm examination room rankings and seat slips were printed out and distributed to the students.

Song Huai's examination room is a well-deserved class 1, with Tian Xiaojuan, Chen Jin, Chi Hui and the others.

Although Meng Xi's grades have improved rapidly, they are still not enough for the whole grade. This time, he has to take the exam in class 13.

After Tang De saw the examination room, he came over and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him awkwardly, telling him not to put too much pressure on him.

Meng Xi didn't know what to say, so he smiled.

For some reason, when he saw the seating chart, he remembered the conversation last time, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Speaking of which, apart from the fact that Song Huai was sick and hospitalized, the pair of tablemates did not truly separate until their due date.

Before going to the examination room, Song Huai was checking the stationery at Meng Xi's desk. Chi Hui and Tian Xiaojuan came over to say hello to them. Only then did Meng Xi know that Song Huai had been here for so long and still didn't know where the first class was.

They lead the way for the god of learning, and they can listen to the pre-exam knowledge points on the way.

"Draw the cards immediately after finishing the multiple-choice questions. Don't think about drawing until the end. Try to ensure the process of reading comprehension. Before answering the questions, you can write a few words on the draft paper to smooth out your thoughts. Remember that there is no extra time for you to check. Revise the answer."

Song Huai turned a blind eye to the two big living people. While refilling Meng Xi's smear pen, he told him: "Look at the composition template before the exam, and remember to bring the materials I compiled for you. If you Don’t panic if you forget all of a sudden, look at the characters’ deeds first, think about the key words you can have, and write them down on the test paper immediately after the exam starts, in case you forget…”

Chi Hui was stunned watching from the sidelines, always feeling as if an old father wanted to send his son to school.

But although these are of no use to students with a solid foundation like them, it is undoubtedly a shortcut for Meng Xi who climbed up by surprise.

Song Huai corrected a few mistakes for Meng Xi, such as criticizing rather than derogatory, and he finally stopped talking when Chi Hui urged him.

"Don't rush to leave after the exam, just wait for me in your exam room." Song Huai said, suddenly raised his hand, and touched Meng Xi's head twice.

He bent his mouth and said softly, "Let's have lunch later."

Meng Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Song Huai left.

The flow of people gradually dispersed, and the students rushed to their examination room. The candidates from other classes who came in early took their seats one after another, and opened their review notes.

There was a lot of talking and the sound of pages turning.

thump—

He pressed his chest subconsciously, his voice was blocked, but there was vibration under his fingertips.

It was as if the earth was shaking during an earthquake, and pieces of white walls of old houses that had been in disrepair were shaken off.

So, so fucking weird.

Wen Lan was taking an exam in her class, and when she was going to pour water, she happened to pass by his place, and asked him casually, "Hey? Brother Meng, why are your ears so red?"

Meng Xi murmured, "It may be an arrhythmia caused by anxiety before the exam."

Wen Lan: "?"

What the hell?

"It seems to have been like this before, and it will be fine in a while."

He suddenly put down his hand, picked up the certificate and Wenju on the table, told Wen Lan that the exam went well, and then turned and left like a gust of wind.

Leaving Wen Lan standing there, Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, "...you also took the exam, did you pass the exam?"

The scale of the midterm exam is the same as the final exam, and the schedule of the exam is more similar to the college entrance examination. The first subject of Chinese is from 09:30 to [-]:[-], and the exam lasts for two and a half hours.

Meng Xi ate breakfast in advance, but he felt that he might have eaten too much, which made him feel a little dizzy when he sat in the examination room.

It wasn't until I opened the window beside me and smelled the fresh air outside that I woke up for two minutes.

"Hello, brother?"

A boy behind him suddenly poked him, "Are you Meng Xi from Class [-]? Do you have an answer in Chinese? Can I copy it?"

"No." Meng Xi frowned subconsciously, "How could I have an answer?"

The boy was very disappointed, "I heard that the student god of your class participated in the overdue quiz, so I thought he told you the answer."

"..."

Meng Xi felt that his IQ was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.

"Didn't you know that the mid-term is the three-school joint exam? Song Huai is a student, how can he participate in the question making?"

He said speechlessly, "Besides, even if he knows the topic, he can't reveal it to me, okay? This is a matter of principle."

"Cut..." The boy curled his lips, "It's the principle, it's a high-sounding statement, who doesn't know that you copied his papers before you came to the examination room of Class [-]." "Coincidentally, I, the client, don't know .”

Meng Xi said coldly, "If I knew it earlier, I would have copied more. I might as well have copied to the second grade, so I can continue to copy. The development of green can be recycled. Isn't it wonderful?"

He has a handsome appearance, and he is not a person who would be considered harsh at first glance, but when his face suddenly turned cold, his aura was not inferior to Song Huai at all, otherwise there would not be so many legends about school bullies.

Different from Song Huai's coldness that doesn't like being close to others, the coldness in Meng Xi's eyes is more like the coldness that will press his head to the ground in the next second, which makes people feel a little...

Some shudder.

The boy couldn't help but fight, but the self-esteem of the second-year boy, and the invigilator Yu Guangzhong walked into the examination room, he couldn't help but say, "You two gossip about homosexuality on the forum , why are you pretending...it's amazing to beat someone up."

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows.

In the next second, the teacher patted the desk, "It's time to hand out the test papers, please send all the materials to me and come forward."

After this small interruption, Meng Xi slowly turned back to his seat.

The boy had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly noticed that Meng Xi's back moved an inch, and it happened to stick to his exam desk.

In the next second, there was a voice in front of him that was neither salty nor dull.

"Being able to hit someone is amazing."

Meng Xi lowered his eyelids, and said softly in a voice that was only his alone, "...you will know soon."

·

After the Chinese test, Song Huai refused the girl next to him to strike up a conversation. When he walked to the floor of Class [-] with his things, he happened to see Meng Xi coming out of the bathroom with some drops of water on his hands.

"You're here."

He walked over, handed the review materials to Song Huai naturally, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wiped his hands, and complained, "Isn't reading comprehension too abnormal? Just the excerpts from Anna Karenina, I Go, I have no idea what the protagonist is going to do."

"It's a bit of a stream of consciousness. I usually ask you to read more books and you don't read them. Now you have passed the exam?"

Song Huai noticed that the collar of Meng Xi's shirt had two buttons loose, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

He looked away, "How did you do the basic questions? This time, the classical Chinese is a bit difficult, and it's hard to get the points."

"It's okay." Meng Xi took back his materials and started bragging, "I think the basic questions are all what you usually said. Although the multiple-choice questions in classical Chinese are difficult, the translation should be full."

"... I'm thankful that you can take 2/3."

Song Huai was speechless.

While the two were talking, a person suddenly appeared at the door of the toilet with a bruised nose and a swollen face. When he saw them, his expression changed, and he immediately ran away covering his face.

"?"

Song Huai looked at the man's back and asked suspiciously, "What happened to him?"

"Oh, I should have been taught a lesson."

Meng Xi said lightly, "I heard something when I went in just now. It seems that he sneezed and said something that shouldn't be said."

"is it?"

Song Huai didn't care, and went downstairs with him side by side, telling him on the way, "The next time you encounter something like this, if you are outside the cubicle, come out first. If you are in the cubicle, then wait for them to solve it before leaving. To save others from venting their anger on you, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"..."

Song Huai stood still, dissatisfied and said: "You are just perfunctory me."

"Oh, are you angry?" Meng Xi smiled, "You're completely unfounded, okay, I'm also a school bully anyway, how dare those people take their anger on me?"

"It's the school bully."

Song Huai gave him a sideways glance, and complained while turning the phone on, "I think you are a puppy, you play tricks every day."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, I'm a puppy now." Meng Xi rubbed his stomach and began to play tricks, "The puppy is hungry, and wants to eat snail noodles, the kind with sour bamboo shoots and bean curd. "

Song Huai looked indifferent, "I suggest you eat farts, it tastes the same anyway."

"Why are you still telling bad jokes?"

Meng Xi laughed, "Go, go, I'll eat snail noodles, and I'll give you some ramen, is that okay?"

"...What's the difference between that and me eating snail noodles?"

When Song Huai thought of the sour smell, his eyes turned black.

Meng Xi was still entangled with him, when suddenly a jingle jingle rang, and Song Huai had to answer the phone first.

"Song Huai? Why didn't you answer my call in the morning?"

It turned out to be Dr. Chen.

"Doctor Chen? Sorry, I was taking an exam just now."

He stood still subconsciously, "What do you want me for?"

Meng Xi tilted his head to take a look, and approached a little closer, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of them openly.

Song Huai didn't object either.

"Huh?? Have you gone to school yet???"

There was a flurry of flipping through documents on the phone, and Dr. Chen flipped through something, and then said apologetically, "I was confused, I thought you were in the hospital now... Didn't you say you needed desensitization treatment before?" Is there a plan for you? I have formulated three courses of treatment for you first, and the next step depends on your recovery. When can you come to the clinic?"

plan? ? ?So soon? ?

Meng Xi's scalp went numb.

Song Huai glanced at him, still calm, "Is it okay tonight? I'll ask the teacher for leave, and I'll be there around 07:30."

"Yes. By the way, someone needs to cooperate with the treatment, so..."

Dr. Chen also joked, "Remember to bring your 'medicine'."

The author has something to say: The medicine is on the way and will come soon.

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The dead are gone, the living are like this.

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