Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Zhang Hanming's incident dropped an atomic bomb on the always calm No. [-] Middle School, and suddenly ignited the monotonous and boring lives of the sophomores.

But the hustle and bustle always returns to calm.

With the end of the grade meeting, and the end of the one-week publicity period for the dismissal notice...

The uproarious discussions finally gradually dissipated.

Of course—the legend of An Ge has been left in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that he is a warrior who overthrew Zhang Hanming's "tyranny" by himself, and made teachers and even the principal have to be cautious.

Jian Ze'an was actually a little embarrassed, he felt that he really didn't do anything.

Especially Cheng Zichen was the one who was able to convince the principal.He took the trouble to tell his classmates this point, but it may be because Zhang Hanming was the first person to rush to look for him in his rage, and he was also in the hot searched video, so when the classmates said this, they still said yes To his credit.

Afterwards, when Jian Ze'an went to Cheng Zichen's house for tutoring, he was a little sorry:

"I seem to cover up all your credit by doing this."

"No." Cheng Zichen shook his head, "It is you who really want to do this, come up with this idea, contact your classmates for signatures, and put in the best effort. You are also the one who took the risk and was almost killed by Zhang Hanming. You are A well-deserved hero."

Jian Ze'an slammed her head on the table:

"Why do you even... Let me tell you, everyone who sees me this week will blow me up. At first I was quite happy, but then I was left embarrassed. I didn't do anything, I was caught A group of people speak as if they are lone heroes risking their lives to rush to the front line."

Cheng Zichen laughed: "Only you think you haven't done anything. Forget it, if you don't want to mention it, don't talk about it. Recently, your quiz scores fluctuate, what's the matter?"

When it comes to studying, Jian Ze'an sighed:

"I think I've hit a wall."

"How to say?"

"In the past, as long as I studied hard, my grades would rise very quickly. Especially at the very beginning, it was just that I worked a little harder and my grades improved a lot. But now, I always feel that I have put in a lot of time, but The score hasn't changed much. Seeing that the next monthly exam is coming again, if it's still like this, I guess I won't be able to raise a few points."

As Jian Ze'an said, he inserted both hands into his hair irritably, pulling it from the hairline to the back of his head.

Cheng Zichen looked at the messy hair on the top of his head that was caught like a fluffy bird's feathers, couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand to stroke it down a little bit, and then patted the top of his head:

"I told you that the rapid progress before was due to the low starting point. Check for leaks and fill in gaps, check for leaks and fill in gaps. You are leaking everywhere. Of course, it will be effective if you make up a little bit. Now you are basically around [-] points, which is already in the middle and high divisions. Students. At this stage, the score is not so fast, and it is more about improving the ability to train through the questions, so it will definitely slow down. Don’t rush.”

Jian Ze'an sighed heavily:

"Theoretically, I know. But I'm still anxious when I see that the score can't get up. Especially—oh, by the way, do you remember Zhang Jianfeng?"

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Zichen.The latter nodded.

"His grades are really good recently!" Jian Ze'an pursed his lips, "Recently he got the first place in several quizzes! I heard him chatting with others and he said that the monthly exam is about to go to the third class..."

Cheng Zichen looked at his aggrieved expression, although he knew he should express concern and sympathy, he still couldn't hold back, feeling in his heart...

Funny.

Jian Ze'an rarely showed such a depressed look.Even rarer for grades.

This kid hasn't been in the top ten in his class since elementary school, and he doesn't care about his grades.Even if he didn't learn much in junior high school, he could still be fooled by his clever mind. When he reached high school, he would drop all the way down, all the way down to class 11.

He doesn't care either.

Now, the young man pursed his lips tightly, with a confused expression on his face, mixed with helplessness and unwillingness, but a look of grievance in his eyes.Moreover, although Cheng Zichen tidied up the hair on the top of his head a little, it was still a little fluffy and frizzy because the owner had scratched it blindly.

The whole person looks... resembling the chubby, soft little boy with clenched fists and frowning emoji that has been widely circulated on the Internet.

Cheng Zichen looked at his swollen cheeks, and somehow wanted to poke him.

He forced himself to guide his wandering thoughts back to the right track, and then said:

"Zhang Jianfeng used to be in class 2, so what's so strange about going to class 3? It's not normal for him to fall into class 5."

"You also speak for him? He mocked me at that time, 'you can't even know the topic is so simple'! I will definitely kill this kind of person!" Jian Zean stared at Fa Xiao angrily.

Cheng Zichen frowned because of his words, and then said:

"I remember. I definitely don't like such a person, and I certainly hope that you can surpass him and slap him in the face. But the fact is that Zhang Jianfeng's background is not bad, at least better than you are now. I can't give you unrealistic goals."

Seeing Jian Ze'an's depressed look, he couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's bulging cheeks.

Jian Ze'an's eyes widened in shock: "Hey!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Cheng Zichen smiled, "It's funny how you look."

"...I'm angry, you think it's funny!" Jian Ze'an looked at him accusingly, "Is there anyone like you as a friend?"

Cheng Zichen clicked on the types of wrong questions he had sorted out for Jian Ze'an on the table, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What do you think?"

Jian Ze'an hesitated for a second, and made a gesture of bowing his head and clasping his fists: "Boss, I was wrong! You are the best friend! My friend for life!"

Then when he looked up, he saw Cheng Zichen's expression darkened, as if the air pressure on his body dropped in an instant.

He was at a loss: Aren't I sincere in admitting my mistake?Why do you seem angry instead?

"What's wrong?" He asked innocently.

Cheng Zichen rubbed his forehead, sighed, and closed his eyes severely:

Not angry.Can't be angry, can't be angry.

He looked at the other party's ignorant face with some resentment, and for a moment, he had the urge to reach out and pinch his chin and kiss him. The kiss made him breathless, and he could no longer show this damn innocent look, he could only hold his eyes. Tears and grievances admit that they are not just friends...

His heart was churning endlessly because of the sudden urge, Cheng Zichen took a deep breath, and suppressed the thought of crossing the line with his usual strong rationality.

Tell yourself: not the time.He didn't know anything, and he wasn't ready to let him know.

He just, occasionally, really feels unbearable, almost on the verge of losing control.

After all, he yearns so much for the boy in front of him, pure or impure desire.

When his reason is online during the day, he can barely suppress those thoughts that are about to move, but at night, in his sleep, those thoughts that have been suppressed so hard will sweep over with vengeance, occupying his deepest dreams, making everything that he has always been unable to do. Cheng Zichen, who is in control and has a plan for everything, fully understands what it means to be unable to extricate himself, and what is his own dark side.

Then in the next day, he would let himself ignore as much as possible those things that he didn't dare to think about, and get along with Fa Xiao who smiled at him without haze and knew nothing about the dirty things in his heart as usual.

Cheng Zichen severely suppressed the guilt in his heart, adjusted himself, and tried his best to make himself look as normal as possible:

"It's nothing."

Jian Ze'an looked at him suspiciously, but found nothing unusual, so he continued the topic just now:

"...My score is hardly improving now. Is it possible that I will stay in this score range in the future? After all, there is an upper limit for people. I think the students in Class 5 are working hard enough, but they are still in Class 5. , almost no one can enter the first three classes."

"I don't know if others have an upper limit, but I don't think you have."

Cheng Zichen said,

"Improving grades depends on effort, IQ, comprehension, learning environment, and learning methods. You know how hard you work now, so it goes without saying. IQ and comprehension are absolutely fine for you. The learning environment, the teachers in No. 5 Middle School are very good. Well, although you feel a little indifferent in class [-], at least the students are working hard and can motivate people, not to mention your home environment. The rest is the learning method."

Cheng Zichen casually turned the pen in his hand, then stopped, and tapped the end of the pen on the table lightly.

"Many people are smart because they work hard enough, but they still can't improve. Most of them are stuck in their learning methods. They don't understand the problems they lack the most, they can't find the main problem, and they don't know how to make up for it. Blindly follow the teacher's requirements to do homework and brush questions. Basically, the teacher's progress is their progress. This is not enough for students who are in the middle and upper stages and want to be promoted to top students. Because the content taught by the teacher is always according to the class. The average level is in the design. You don’t have this problem, and I will keep an eye on your progress and help you adjust in time.”

Cheng Zichen paused and took a sip of water.

The protruding Adam's apple on the boy's upturned neck rolled slightly due to swallowing, with a sexy feeling between maturity and youth.Jian Ze'an had been listening intently to Cheng Zichen's speech, and his eyes had been following him, but now his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the subtle movements of the other party's throat, and his eyes were unconsciously fixed on it.

After Cheng Zichen finished drinking the water, he saw the person opposite him looking at him in a daze, his eyes were out of focus, his lips were slightly parted, and he looked empty.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window fell on half of his face, staining half of his cheeks with warm orange, which was blurred out of thin air.The soft lips are pink in color, which is relatively rare among boys. They belong to the type that is occasionally asked by girls for their color number. At this moment, they are slightly opened, revealing a little bit of white teeth between them.The thick eyelashes are half-opened, revealing the trance-eyed pupils below. The warm afterglow of the setting sun is dyed inside, covered with a faint crimson color, so soft that it is almost delicious.

Cheng Zichen had already been evoked by the emotions and dreams that caused him to struggle because of a small unconscious sentence before, and it was hard to suppress the distracting thoughts just now.

Looking at his description at this time, he suddenly thought of some dreams that he shouldn't have but did have in the tossing night, and he almost couldn't control it, and there was a little reaction in his body.

He forbearance lowered his eyes and looked at the notebook on the table, as if he could read some subtle meaning from what he had written, but actually he didn't read a single word, and devoted all his attention to adjusting his breathing.

One, two, three, suck...

... In the dream that day, the boy seemed to be lying on his back on the bed in his bedroom, his fingers grasping in vain on the sheet, and he seemed to have such a slightly drunk look at that time...

One, two, three, hoo...

...or that dream at school?It seems to be in an empty classroom after evening self-study?The person who is usually bold and everyone calls him a brother is very shy, biting his lip, making no sound...

One, two, three, suck...

It seems that I also dreamed that I was in the study of a villa in the suburbs. There was a very large table there, and the boy sat on it, with his slender white legs hanging weakly from the table...

Heck!

"呲-"

A long, ear-piercing sound woke up Jian Ze'an who was in a daze.

He was startled, and looked blankly at Cheng Zichen who suddenly pushed the table and stood up, and was stunned by the almost distorted expression of the other party:

"Zi, Zichen? What are you doing? I'm sorry I was distracted? You don't have to be so angry... right?"

Before he finished speaking, the boy in front of him had strode towards the bathroom that came with the room.

The door was slammed shut, and a small, seemingly unsteady voice came from inside:

"Sorry, I need to take a bath suddenly, you do the questions first, and I will come out and talk to you later."

A few seconds later, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

Jian Ze'an sat in front of the table, not knowing why.

The author has something to say: Cough, adolescent boys are really impulsive.

If you have ever been ordered to life and death in class and refused to stand up to answer questions, it may be...

That is really subjectively unwilling but uncontrollable.