Is this class leader fake?

Chapter 13

For Ling Cheng, if you get along with him, you will find that he is really hurt when he is hurt, but no matter how hurt he is in serious matters, he will still help if he should help, such as studying.

The more serious you are to tell him to teach me, the more he will take the opportunity to scold you. In the end, Huayue's face in this aspect has basically been practiced by him.

What else to inform, just ask directly.

Although Huayue is now with an arm hanging, and he can't write very well, it doesn't hinder his growing interest in learning.

Learning this matter is probably a real interest. I found that I can understand what is going on in this question, and even a little bit of inference, and I will gradually find a sense of accomplishment. Once the sense of accomplishment is sufficient, the interest will follow. When the tide rises, all boats will rise, so they will naturally be able to sit still.

Anyway, Hua Yue felt that way. Of course, the squad leader of Ling University also played an indispensable role in this process.

On weekdays, Ling Cheng doesn't come to the bar, but it doesn't delay his remote teaching.

After returning to his residence after evening self-study, Hua Yue took a photo of a geometry problem that he had studied for a long time but didn't understand and sent it to Ling Cheng.

"Squad leader Ling, please give me a detailed explanation of this question that I can understand, and I will bring you a drink tomorrow."

Ling Cheng didn't know what he was busy with, and it took a long time to get back the news.

After explaining the questions to Huayue a few times, he basically figured out where his understanding level is. One question was solved in detail, and he wrote it completely according to Huayue's thinking ability, and finally returned a voice.

"The fifth question in the exercise book yesterday is similar to this one. I wrote it in comparison. I won't go to school tomorrow."

Um?Skipping class again?

Hearing the last sentence, Huayue withdrew his hand from flipping the book.

"Don't, you wait for my arm to heal before skipping class, otherwise how will I fix my notes? How about I give you another lunch?"

"I take a leave."

Ling Cheng got back the news very quickly this time.

"Take Qianqian to the hospital tomorrow."

"What's wrong with Qianqian? Are you uncomfortable?"

Huayue immediately became worried, and he could understand why Ling Cheng was so nervous when he saw Qianqian in the hospital that day.

"Do you need my help?"

"What can you do to help her draw and play on your drywall?"

Ling Cheng told him bluntly, and added another sentence at the end.

"Routine check, she's fine."

Hua Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his eyebrows when he glanced at the gypsum board that had been drawn by the little girls in the class like a graffiti wall.

I have to admit that without Ling Cheng's classroom, it's like missing an intelligent solver.

Although he didn't completely understand the teacher's lectures, but in comparison, when Ling Cheng gave him lectures, he would always supplement him with a little basic knowledge, so now he will always be on some minor issues when he just listens to the lectures. I don't understand.

Although you can swallow jujubes whole, you are prone to indigestion.

Hua Yue frowned and knelt on a question. He had thrown the pen out of his hand N+1 times. He sighed as he looked at his empty hand. Sure enough, he specialized in surgery, and his left hand was not used to hold the pen. material...

"Brother Hua, is your mental state today poor or excellent?"

Shen Hang took out the pen that Hua Yue threw into his desk pocket and returned it to him.

"I've transferred the pen to my desk pocket three times, and I'm pretty sure I'm looking for it..."

Hua Yue smiled and took the pen.

"I'll prove to you my God's Left Hand. After I remove the plaster cast, do you want to have a ball?"

"Okay, then I'll wait to see how amazing your left hand is."

Shen Hang said with a smile.

The phone buzzed twice in his pocket. Li Quan was probably the only one who sent him a message at this time. Anyway, he couldn't get the result. Hua Yue simply lowered his head and took out his phone to pass the time. It turned out to be a few photos.

The photo is followed by a sentence at the end.

—Look at these few, are they the ones who buried you last time?

He had told Li Quan on the day of the accident, and he also knew that he was looking for those people who ambush him at that time. Although he didn't find all of them, at least he found the people who were obviously the leaders.

—See that man next to him?

Li Quan drew a circle on the photo, which circled a person smoking a cigarette.

——I knew it must have something to do with this idiot, was his brain kicked by a donkey?You are far away from him, and he specially asked someone to bury you. You are seriously ill.

Hua Yue looked at the photo without emotion, and responded to Li Quan with a haha.

Put away the mobile phone and send it to the exercise book for a while.

Yesterday's homework was handed out, interrupting Huayue's daze. He glanced at Ling Cheng's homework on his left, then at the plasterboard on his right, and closed the book decisively.

Everything is not going well today, it is not suitable for studying, Dad is going to be lazy.

In the afternoon, the sun gradually softened, and even the occasional wind was also infected with coolness.

After tossing around in the hospital all morning, Ling Cheng took the little girl out for a walk after she had had a nap.

Qianqian rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Ling Cheng.

"Brother, you didn't go to class in the afternoon, and my mother will definitely talk about you again when she comes back..."

"Then do you want to stay at Grandma Xu's house?"

Ling Cheng picked her up and asked with a light smile.

"It's not that I don't want to..."

Grandma Xu was their neighbor next door, Qianqian struggled for a moment, and put her arms around Ling Cheng's neck.

"Grandma Xu is fine, but I still want to play with my brother."

"That's fine."

Ling Cheng glanced at the basketball court with no one on the side.

"Can I play basketball with you?"

"Okay!"

Qianqian clapped her hands happily.

"But you can't run, follow me you know? We'll come back if someone comes to play later."

Before going in, Ling Cheng solemnly reminded Qianqian.

"I know."

Qianqian nodded seriously.

He said he was taking her to play basketball, but in fact it was just letting Qianqian pat and play. Children are very active in everything they play. After all, they are only five or six years old. After playing for a while, they get excited easily and want to run and jump.

Ling Cheng picked her up and asked her to shoot, or performed for her himself, saying that he was performing for her, but in fact he wanted her to rest and calm down for a while.

The stadium under the setting sun is covered with a layer of warm sunlight, and even the figures are like golden halos, cut out of soft figures.

Standing outside the barbed wire fence of the stadium, Huayue was a little surprised to see the two figures.

He couldn't learn it, so he simply asked for leave. Anyway, his arms were still hanging, so it was not difficult to ask for leave. Going out for a walk was a combination of work and rest, but he didn't expect to see Ling Cheng when he came here.

A Ling Cheng exuding a gentle aura.

It's kind of magical.

Today, let us walk into the cold-faced old Popsicle Ling Batian, the unknown tender side...

As the squad leader of Ling Da, who always runs away all the little girls with cold eyes, he has nothing wrong with his own sister, with incomparable patience, care and love, this is the dream scene that so many little girls can only dream of.

Hua Yue raised his eyebrows and made arrangements in his heart as if explaining.

I looked at it with interest for a while, but the smile on my lips quickly faded away.

Looking at his arms, he pursed his lips and sat on the stone bench with his back to the court.

The person circled by Li Quan in the photo, in theory, should also be called brother.

oh shit...

Hua Yue stared at the graffiti on the plasterboard, smiled lightly and wiped his face.

Brother Hua's Chinese is really good, and he has been able to perfectly interpret the idiom "touching the scene and making love".

Really promising...

Passers-by who got off work hurried home, and occasionally they could hear the discussion on the phone about what to have for dinner. Huoshaoyun worked hard to render the whole sky, quiet and lively.

Hua Yue sat for a while, and was about to leave directly. Before he could stand up, he heard Ling Cheng calling him from behind.

"Hua Yue."

Hua Yue paused and turned to look at him.

"You skipped class?"

Ling Cheng frowned slightly, and seemed a little unhappy.

Hua Yue glanced at the fallen leaves blown up by the wind, and suddenly smiled for some reason, raised his head and raised his eyebrows at him.

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