The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

Meng Congzhou and Gu Fang looked at each other for you, and they were speechless to each other.

Meng Congzhou: "As an adult, I shouldn't lose it... If there is nothing else, I will listen first."

Not all the way, and can't say much.Gu Fangwei and any of the students in Qingmo No. [-] Middle School couldn't actually talk together.He doesn't study, so naturally he can't play with these good students who study hard, but at the same time, he doesn't play or pass the time.

His whole person seems to be an odd number in a stream, in which there are clear streams and turbid waves, only he is a protruding rock, silent and hard, standing still.

Gu Fang was bored, so he didn't bring a pen and paper, so he folded his arms and leaned back on his seat to listen.

The girl next to him was looking at him, and the people around him were also looking at him, Gu Fangwei didn't pay attention, he just listened slowly with his chin resting in boredom.

The teacher speaks fast, and the progress is urgent. Meng Congzhou is copying beside him. Often, he does not finish copying a page of the PPT, and the teacher puts down the next page. The matter itself took up most of his time.

Gu Fangwei moved his lips, wanting to speak, and swallowed it back.However, Meng Congzhou happened to copy at a page-turning gap, and noticed his expression: "What are you doing?"

Gu Fangwei said: "You are so busy copying, it is better not to, the efficiency is too low."

Meng Congzhou snorted coldly—he was a bit hostile to Gu Fangwei, but he was restrained and didn't show it clearly: "I'm not very smart, go back and think about it slowly."

Gu Fangwei took out his mobile phone from his hand: "If you don't hand in your mobile phone when you return to school on weekends, just take a photo quietly."

Meng Congzhou frowned: "Mobile phones are not allowed in school."

His family background is generally high, but it is not impossible to afford a mobile phone, but every word Gu Fangwei mentioned made his nerves jump repeatedly on his nerves as a monitor. Meng Congzhou frowned even tighter, and just said: "Go back. To copy to the class. Is Lu Xingyin your younger brother?"

One hit.

Gu Fangwei: "?"

He doesn't care about anything in class, he only needs to take care of Lu Xingyin when he has nothing to do. After Chen Yuanyuan and others' gossip, almost everyone in the class knows his relationship with Lu Xingyin, and also knows the content of his speech under the national flag today .

Meng Congzhou was expressionless: "After copying it, I have to show it to Lu Xingyin. He is in poor health, and I, him, and Cai Jing are in the four classes, and we take turns in this physics class. Today he is not feeling well, so I will Come and replace him."

Gu Fangwei: "..."

He leaned over and glanced, and sure enough, he saw that the first few pages were written by Lu Xingyin.It is rare for boys of this age to write so beautifully. Lu Xingyin's handwriting is extremely light. He has seen him write, the pen tip is not heavy, and he writes like a dragonfly. He can't even see the imprint after turning a page.

The style of Lu Xingyin's notes is also obvious: he attaches great importance to the construction of the framework.In the class, he only recorded some key questions and knowledge points, which were divided into two categories: 1. It was helpful for him to improve himself but a bit beyond the outline 2. It was very suitable for the college entrance examination, that is, suitable for students in class 27 .

He quickly absorbed every knowledge point into experience and classified it. This classification is extremely utilitarian—for exams.Every point in the notes of Deer Walking Yin is the deformation type and extension of the knowledge point test.

For example, in the force analysis within the scope of the college entrance examination, Lu Xingyin always uses three methods to solve problems: static force analysis, analysis of known conditions and missing conditions, and analysis of variables and invariants.

This way of taking notes also directly reflects his test-taking thinking: Lu Xingyin is always thinking about making puzzles when doing questions, first use the question conditions and textbook information to find available content that can be put together, and then use these information to fill in The original information is blank.

Compared with the general examinee's way of thinking about taking the test: aimlessly try here, calculate there, and only focus on the homeopathic thinking of the question, Lu Xingyin's method can more accurately see through the information of the person who asked the question.

In just a few pages of notes, this kind of extreme and calm snobbish thinking about exams is vividly displayed on the paper. The calm and snobbish makes people almost uncomfortable, and it also forms a great contrast with Lu Xingyin's usual impression.

Gu Fangwei scrutinized these pages of notes and pursed his lips.

He absolutely dislikes taking exams.For him, taking an exam is an extremely boring children's game of guessing and solving puzzles with the question maker.He used to be addicted to this kind of game, but now, everything related to exams made him instinctively disgusted.

"Forget it, you listen to the class, and I'll copy it for you." Gu Fangwei said.

Meng Congzhou looked at him sideways, with a wavering expression.

"Didn't you tell me that you helped my brother come to class, so I definitely can't just sit here." Gu Fangwei reached for his notebook, picked it out of Meng Congzhou's pen case, and drew it. A pink crystal pen, whistled, "Cai Jing gave it to me, lend it to me. You listen to the class."

Meng Congzhou felt that the bottom line of discipline as a monitor was being repeatedly pushed and pulled by this person: "It wasn't sent by anyone, don't talk nonsense!"

A section of physics improvement class was very exciting.

While Gu Fangwei was helping to copy the questions and notes, he took out his mobile phone to wipe the card and took pictures when he didn't have time to copy. A girl passed a note from behind, but Gu Fangwei ignored it.

It's ten o'clock in the evening after class.

Meng Congzhou glanced at the notes he copied—the handwriting was clear, simple and clear, so he said, "Thank you. I'll put it on Lu Xingyin's desk when I get back to class."

Gu Fangwei responded, glanced at the time, and prepared to go back home.

As soon as he walked out of the school gate, the lights-off bell of Qingmo No. [-] Middle School rang, quiet and melodious.Gu Fangwei glanced back at the dark campus, stepped half a foot out and then retracted it.

Outside the boys' dormitory building.

It was 15 minutes before the lights were turned off, and the dormitory building was completely silent, and the gate below was locked. The dormitory manager carried a flashlight to check the dormitory one by one, arresting people for small talk.

In the cold night and wind, Gu Fangwei stood downstairs and looked left and right. After calculating the layout for a while, he determined the target.He stretched out his hand suddenly, turned up the balcony on the first floor, and stopped steadily on the balcony of other people's dormitory.

The dormitory inside was quiet, as if they didn't hear any movement outside.

Lu Xingyin was on the third floor, Gu Fangwei looked out, stepped on the balcony and turned up.Someone on the second floor was washing clothes in the dark, and he screamed in fright: "Fuck!"

Gu Fangwei quickly gestured to the other party: "Brother, excuse me, don't make a sound. I'll find someone."

The big brother's eyes were as big as a copper bell, and he followed him to look out. The roommates behind him were also startled, watching him in awe as he climbed into the balcony on the third floor.

"Brilliant, brother!"

Gu Fang said calmly: "It's a small matter, thank you."

On the third floor, Lu Xingyin's balcony was quiet, and the dormitory was also quiet.

When he rummaged in, he knocked over something, and when he picked it up, he found that it was a medicine bag hanging on the edge of the balcony.It is dry medicinal materials, and there are buckets and basins underneath, and there are already boiled medicines sealed in plastic bags.He didn't know what kind of medicine it was, but he could smell it as the source of the medicinal fragrance that Lu Xingyin had on his body every day. It was slightly bitter and fresh, mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent.

The washed clothes were neatly hung to dry, the canvas shoes turned white from washing, wrapped in toilet paper to dry, and the inside of the dormitory was even more clean.

Lu Xingyin lived in a single dormitory, and the teacher wouldn't come to check the dormitory. It stands to reason that the housework doesn't need to be well organized, but Lu Xingyin even folded the quilt into tofu cubes, and the table was even more neat and orderly.

People are not there.

Gu Fangwei took a long breath, and felt more and more that the matter was a bit serious-this guy won't be kidnapped, right?

Qing Mo is in the wilderness, it is not a problem to climb over the wall, Lu Xingyin is in a wealthy family, it is not impossible to be targeted and kidnapped.

These children usually study and go to school, and they most often use aliases.It should be for this reason that the Huo family simply let Lu Xingyin continue to use the current name, and Gu Fangwei himself only mentioned the name "Huo Sifeng" in front of familiar friends.

Gu Fang realized the seriousness of the matter, turned over from the balcony again, and walked back quickly.

His cell phone was out of battery, so he had to go back and recharge it before reporting the incident to the adults.

Renting a building in Henan, Gu Fangwei's chest rose and fell slightly when he got home, and his breathing was a little heavy.He pursed his lips and opened the door without saying a word, looking for a charger.

For convenience, his charger was kept on the bedside. Gu Fangwei didn't turn on the light, so he reached out to pick up the charging cable and sat on the side of the bed——

But I sat on something soft and warm.

He was startled, turned around and touched a hot person under the blanket.

Lu Xingyin slept wrapped in a quilt, the fever on his body still hadn't subsided, after being touched by him, he opened his eyes in a daze, the bright black and moist eyes gleamed in the dark night, and just looked over in a daze.

Gu Fangwei: "?"

Gu Fangwei: "!"

After Lu Xingyin asked for leave, he returned to the dormitory first. He was extremely sleepy, but he had a headache and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. After he went to the infirmary to get an injection, he received a call from the post office.

This call was made by the auntie of the post office outside Qingmo Qizhong Town, who told him two things. One was that the mail he sent for others was returned, and the other was that the post office in Dongtong City Sent him something.

Lu Xingyin then slowly climbed over the wall and went out to get the courier.

Gu Fangwei's mail was returned, but his mail package was sent by Grandma Lu.

Grandma Lu can read, but she is too old to hold a pen steadily, so she can only do some unsophisticated things. She didn't write him a letter, but sent him two sweaters.

Lu Xingyin's sweaters are made by Grandma Lu every year, and the two pieces sent this year should be extraordinarily difficult to pack.In Dongtong City before, everyone who saw him put on a sweater had to sigh: Grandma Lu’s sweater is the most densely woven and warmest sweater in Dongtong City. Grandma Lu also knows their young people’s hobbies and interests. For aesthetics, you don’t need to choose colors that are colorful. Knitting a sweater for him is the simplest solid color.

Today I received one red and one white.

The red one was just right for his height, but the white one was much bigger.Lu Xingyin turned it over, and saw a note written by someone else on the back: "The red one is yours, and the white one is yours."

Lu Xingyin didn't mention any specific people he met here, he only said in the letter that everything here is very good, and the people he met were also good.

He quietly walked back with the postal bag in his arms. When he was about to reach the school gate, the medicine for the injection and infusion came up. He felt that he couldn't walk anymore, so he opened the door and went to Gu Fangwei's house to sleep.

He knew that he was sick, and it was still contagious, so he took a picture of a useless blanket spread on the bed alone, wrapped tightly in the quilt.

At this moment, he was awakened by someone in the dark, Lu Xingyin was feverish, and he couldn't see who was coming. He could only vaguely know from the scent of mint on the other person's body and his habitual low and sloppy tone that it was Gu Fangwei.

He said hoarsely, "Brother."

He is still trying to think with his chaotic brain, how to explain to Gu Fangwei that he borrowed his bed, but before that, he can't say anything.

Gu Fangwei leaned over slightly, put his cool fingertips on his forehead, tried the temperature almost close to his cheek, and sighed in a low voice: "Brother, you are looking for me."