Lemon Lightning

Because she was going to tutor Qin Weihang in advanced mathematics, An Ning gave up her self-study after class in the afternoon, went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and then went back to the dormitory, but when the door opened, there was no one in the dormitory.

Thinking that Qin Weihang ran away again, he walked to the desk in frustration and put down his things. When he turned around, he saw Qin Weihang's hiking bag and backpack were on the table, and his mobile phone was also on the table, charging.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, so he didn't run away...

At seven o'clock, An Ning heard the sound of a key getting ready to open the door, so she helped to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Qin Xiaocao was standing outside the door, holding the key in his hand, a little dazed. Looking at him intently, he whispered "thank you" after a while.

What a thank you for opening the door!An Ning smiled and let Qin Weihang in, and closed the door behind him, with a "bang", with a sense of secret joy, Qin Weihang felt a gust of cold wind sweeping behind his head, looked back, saw An Ning smiling and said to him: "You go downstairs to eat." Qin Weihang didn't bring anything with him, he just took the key and meal card, and it looked like he was going to eat, and he didn't forget their agreement.

"En." Qin Weihang responded.

Although he was not very happy hearing the tone, it was good to be back anyway.

An Ning was gearing up to start making up lessons. Qin Weihang watched An Ning drag the chair to his desk with the advanced mathematics textbooks he had prepared, and said, "Let's hurry up and try to finish the advanced mathematics within a week."

Qin Weihang nodded silently, and said, "I'll drink some water first."

An Ning said courteously, "I have hot water in the bottle."

Qin Weihang stood in front of the balcony door and drank a while of hot water while the wind was blowing. An Ning saw that he had to stand to drink the water, as if there was poison on the chair.

Qin Weihang looked back for a while and could see An Ning sitting at his desk patiently waiting for him, looking at him expectantly.

Xueba really doesn't understand the world, he thought to himself, does it give you pleasure to make up lessons for me?

But after thinking about it for himself, it seems understandable. He also has a hidden pleasure when guiding An Ning to climb rocks. It's not the pleasure of being a good teacher, but more like... the show off of a stupid male creature.

After drinking the water, Qin Weihang finally walked over and sat down with dignity, reached out and searched for a long time on the bookshelf, but it was An Ning who helped him pull out the advanced math textbook.

An Ning opened the book and notes, and when he was waiting for Qin Weihang, he had already "prepared lessons" a little.And Qin Weihang was sitting sideways at the moment, resting his head on his right hand, looking a little careless.

To make up lessons for Qin Weihang, An Ning unconsciously showed the patience to deal with Yuan Xiaoye, and often asked "Do you understand this?" Qin Weihang looked at him, turned over a page of the textbook, and said, "I am not a junior high school student."

An Ning was a little embarrassed, and said, "That's right, I haven't given lessons to people of your age."

Qin Weihang said: "Your grades are so good, have you ever made up lessons for your classmates?"

"It's like asking one or two questions. I have never made up lessons systematically like this."

Qin Weihang raised his eyebrows calmly and said, "Then I'm honored."

"What's the honor?" An Ning said, "I may not be good at speaking." He asked as if consulting, "Do you want to do the next few questions by yourself?"

Only then did Qin Weihang let go of the hand on the side of his face, and took the pen from An Ning's hand: "I'll just use your pen."

Although he was not the kind of student with very good grades, he was not far behind. An Ning spoke in such detail that it was hard not to keep up.

An Ning noticed Qin Weihang's writing posture, and he didn't know whether it was for the convenience of his own reading or what. He just turned his body half sideways, writing with his right wrist holding the pen against the notebook, and his left hand hanging lazily by his thigh, but it wasn't There is no movement. When he is thinking, he will pinch and hold his left hand, and turn his wrist. These are all unconscious movements, but occasionally the joints and bones will make a sound when he squeezes hard.In addition, his legs are really long. When An Ning sat with him, in order to make it easier for Qin Weihang to put his legs down, he put his feet back to the side of the chair.

After Qin Weihang finished writing, he raised his wrist to let him have a look: "Is that right?"

An Ning squinted his eyes, and leaned over to look at it. Qin Weihang noticed that he was holding his glasses and squinting his eyes, so he pushed the notebook a little towards him. An Ning took a look and said with emotion: "Your writing is so beautiful."

Qin Weihang didn't expect such a sentence, and laughed a little: "All I write are numbers, how can I see that the words are beautiful?"

An Ning was still admiring his handwriting, saying: "Numbers are good-looking, words must be more beautiful."

In fact, he had seen the English written by Qin Weihang, it was the time he left the mailbox, but Qin Weihang probably didn't remember it.

After reading his steps, An Ning nodded, "That's right." She said with some joy, "It's easier to give you a lecture."

Qin Weihang put the cap on the pen, held the pen with both hands, and asked him, "It's hard to teach junior high school students?"

An Ning thought: "He is not unintelligent, but he always feels that he is not paying attention to the topic and is always distracted."

Qin Weihang was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows faintly: "Could it be puppy love."

"Ah?" An Ning turned to look at him, "No way...he's only 13 years old..."

Qin Weihang said: "I guessed it randomly." Then he said, "Should we sit closer? This way you can see when I write, and you don't have to wait until I finish writing to check, saving time."

An Ning was inexplicably afraid to look at Qin Weihang's straightforward and calm eyes, nodded, and pulled the chair a little towards Qin Weihang's direction.

Qin Weihang gave way and said, "Go ahead."

The position they are sitting now is a bit like an upside-down "eight", Qin Weihang is the one on the right, An Ning glanced at Qin Weihang's shoulder just outside her shoulder, only a little distance away from the baby's fist.Under great pressure, he turned another page, thought of something, and said, "I think maybe you can understand it by yourself."

Qin Weihang said: "You can learn rock climbing slowly by yourself."

He still had that very slow and Buddhist tone. An Ning was convinced, smiled, and said, "That makes sense." Turning over a page of the textbook, she said, "Then I'll continue."

Qin Weihang got closer again, and now they changed from the upside-down "eight" to the upside-down "in". Of course, Qin Weihang's shoulder was not touching him, but the shadow of Qin Weihang's shoulder was next to him. Qin Weihang was covered on the inside of the desk, because Qin Weihang's shoulders were slightly higher, and the light cast the shadow of his shoulders onto himself. It was strange that he seemed to feel the projection.

Some bullet screens flashed inappropriately in his mind again, as if he was an apostle in EVA, AT? Field was being neutralized by another powerful AT? Field.

***

They studied from seven o'clock to ten o'clock, and when An Ning said, "Let's end here today", he clearly heard Qin Weihang's long exhalation.

After all, they had to take a shower before turning off the lights. When packing up, he asked Qin Weihang, "Do you want to wash first?"

Qin Weihang said: "I want to practice fingerboard, you should wash it first."

When An Ning entered the bathroom, she remembered that she forgot to take the towel. After washing the towel yesterday, she took advantage of the sun to dry on the balcony today, and opened the door again. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Qin Weihang taking off his coat and walking to the balcony door to practice fingerboarding. , The balcony door and the bathroom door are next to each other. An Ning took the towel and went back to the bathroom. When she closed the door again, thinking of this, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He was very reserved even in the shower, as long as he thought of Qin Weihang pulling the fingerboard outside the door, he couldn't let go of his hands and feet.Is it because Qin Weihang is too tall and handsome?Doesn't every ordinary boy feel a little nervous when he meets a boy of this level?But no matter what, it wouldn't be so hard to let go when thinking of him outside while taking a shower...

He made some analysis while taking a shower, and guessed that maybe it was because people were in a relatively defenseless state when taking a shower. At this time, there was a male who was taller and better than himself outside the door, and there would be a sense of threat?

After taking a shower, he mopped the bathroom floor and opened the door. Qin Weihang just finished the last set of landings on the fingerboard. The distance was too close, and An Ning heard his heavy breathing when he landed.

He didn't look up at Qin Weihang, and walked to the sink with a washbasin in his hand, Qin Weihang asked from behind, "Are you still going in?"

An Ning turned her back to him and shook her head: "No more."

Before Qin Weihang changed his clothes and shoes and entered the bathroom, he brushed his teeth on the balcony. He didn't spit foam until he heard the bathroom door closed. After rinsing his toothbrush, he went into the dormitory.On Qin Weihang's chair hung the jacket and jeans he had changed, and one end of the black belt slipped to the ground, An Ning picked it up and hung it up.On the desk was the diving watch Qin Weihang took off, and he stared at it for a while in a daze.He also lived in the dormitory when he was in middle school, and it was a four-person dormitory at that time. He was no stranger to the scene of boys' clothes piled up on tables and chairs, but for some reason, this time it felt very different.Everything that came off Qin Weihang's body gave him an uncomfortable atmosphere, and he could no longer analyze why.