Be good

A stack of test papers, several question books, and a stack of draft paper were all spread out on the small table.

Lin Qianxi sat on the cushion behind the table with a pen in his hand. After arriving, he began to immerse himself in the questions again. It had been almost two hours, and he had never left this small table except for eating a bowl of quick-frozen dumplings cooked by Zongcheng.

Zongcheng packed up the bowls and chopsticks, put them in the kitchen sink, and called him inside: "Lin Qianxi."

"Huh?" Lin Qianxi lay on the table looking at the math problem.

Zongcheng asked, "Your forehead doesn't hurt anymore?"

"What head?"

Zong Cheng glanced outside, suspecting that he wasn't listening carefully at all.

Gu Yang also just finished his meal, and was doing his homework across the small table. He saw Tom bouncing around Lin Qianxi, barking like a bark, so he got up quickly, carried him to the dog bowl, He looked at Lin Qianxi again, walked into the kitchen, and asked quietly: "Brother, what's wrong with Brother Xi, did you become obsessed with the questions?"

"Almost, he is like this now." Zong Cheng turned on the faucet: "Don't disturb him."

"It's useless to bother him. Ever since he came, until now, he only has questions in his eyes." Gu Yang glanced at the sink and rolled up his sleeves: "Let me wash it, I don't think you have much time."

Zongcheng stepped aside: "Then you come, I will do the questions too."

Gu Yang whispered: "You two are fascinated..."

Lin Qianxi lowered his head and continued to write. After finishing half of the math test paper, he encountered a problem. He just looked up to find the instructor, and his forehead felt hot.

Zongcheng held a steaming towel in his hand and pressed it on his forehead.

Lin Qianxi held it down with his hand: "What are you doing?"

"Stupid?"

Lin Qianxi remembered that when he bumped into the supermarket shelf, he held the towel to his forehead with his left hand, and still held the pen with his right hand, and laughed: "I forgot."

Zongcheng knew that he had forgotten, and took the paper in front of him: "Rest for 5 minutes, I will check for you first."

Lin Qianxi clutched the towel and stopped smiling: "I'm not going to rest anymore, I'm in a hurry."

"No hurries?"

"What else is there to worry about?" Lin Qianxi stretched out his fingers to check the paper: "Here, and here, I haven't done it yet."

Zongcheng looked down: "Why are you so worried, five minutes haven't passed yet."

Lin Qianxi frowned. Of course he was worried. The more questions he did, the more he worried that he would fail the exam.

The mock exam is followed by the college entrance examination. If he still fails to make the top [-] in the mock exam, then he will be even more uncertain about the college entrance examination.

Unable to think about it anymore, Lin Qianxi lifted the towel from his forehead, and couldn't wait any longer: "5 minutes is up, let's talk about it."

Zong Cheng glanced at him, and at most two minutes had passed.

Lin Qianxi tugged at his collar: "Tell me quickly, it's true, or it will delay your answering questions."

Zongcheng saw his expression, he was really anxious, grabbed the towel and pressed it back to his forehead: "Listen."

Lin Qianxi pressed down again, and leaned over to listen.

Not long after, when Gu Yang came out of the kitchen, he saw his brother bowed his head and was giving a lecture, his voice was very low.

Lin Qianxi also lowered his head and stood next to him with the pen in his mouth. Although he looked foolish, he looked very serious. He frowned and looked at the test paper on the table.

Gu Yang still didn't bother them, went to the desk to get his homework, and planned to go back to his small room.

Suddenly, a small ball of paper flew in front of his eyes, and landed on the side of the dog bowl with a soft sound. Tom jumped up and wagged his tail.

Gu Yang stood down and looked at it, only to realize that it was thrown by Lin Qianxi.

Throwing was very accurate, he was rubbing half a piece of draft paper in his hand, and looked like he was about to throw one down at any time, but he didn't look at it, he kept staring at the test paper.

Gu Yang looked at Zongcheng without knowing why, and a question mark appeared on his head.

What is Xi Ge doing? You are more than fascinated, right?

Zongcheng stopped his lecture, turned his head towards his room, and signaled him to go back to his room.

Gu Yang didn't ask, just carried his homework and walked into the room lightly.

Lin Qianxi just threw a ball of paper and hit the dog bowl again. Tom jumped on it and was playing. He had already lowered his head, grabbed the pen and started writing the question again, as if he didn’t throw it just now. After listening to the explanation, he buried his head and continued. .

Zongcheng knew what he was doing, and he must be cheering himself on again, but this time he didn't say it out to himself like before, maybe it was hidden in his heart.

It wasn't until 01:30 in the night that Lin Qianxi raised his head again and let out a long breath, his neck was already sore.

His neck was sore, but several questions were still left empty, the old ones were solved, and new ones popped up. He scratched his hair, feeling a little unspeakably bored.

The room was very quiet, Gu Yang fell asleep, and Tom also fell asleep.

With Zong Cheng at the side, he closed the test book one step ahead, screwed on the cap of the pen, and suddenly said: "After the exam, let's take a night off."

"Ah?" Lin Qianxi didn't realize it for a while.

"As you said last time, you won't be able to make waves until you get into the top [-]." Zongcheng said, "Give yourself a night off then, and relax."

Lin Qianxi rested his arms on the small table, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "I haven't taken the exam yet."

"It's settled first." Zong Cheng stood up.

Lin Qianxi got up and packed his schoolbag, thinking that the premise that he said was also to pass the exam, so he didn't say it, because he didn't want to be discouraged, and recalled whether there were any unfinished plans for today, while throwing his schoolbag away Shoulder, walk towards the door: "Let's talk, I'm leaving."

He opened the door and went out. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard the sound of the door being closed behind him. He turned around and found that Zong Cheng had followed him, wearing a coat on his body.

"See you off," Zongcheng said, "I'm afraid you'll bump into a streetlight this time."

Lin Qianxi touched his mouth and went downstairs first: "Nonsense."

Zongcheng zipped up his jacket, but followed him downstairs.

The moon was still hanging outside, mixed with the street lamps, it was dim, dragging their figures on the road.

Zongcheng said suddenly: "Lin Pi?"

Lin Qianxi turned around: "Why are you calling me that again?"

Zong Cheng said something that didn't make much sense: "It seems like I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"?" Lin Qianxi looked around and laughed: "Are you okay, you suddenly remembered this? You don't want me to sing on the road in the middle of the night, do you?"

"What's the matter?" Zong Cheng asked, "Don't you dare?" His tone was flat, but it sounded like a provocation.

"Why, am I playing?" Lin Qianxi changed his shoulder to carry his schoolbag: "Look at me, dare I?"

He trotted forward a few steps, turned around, stood in the middle of the main road, facing Zongcheng, put his hands around his mouth to make a trumpet shape, and suddenly sang loudly: "Get up! Those who don't want to be slaves!" people!!!"

A wild cat on the side of the road ran over in shock, followed by shouts from an unknown nearby building: "Crazy! It's still roaring at what time!"

Lin Qianxi ran over with a smile, grabbed Zongcheng and ran away: "Hurry up, you're disturbing the people!"

Zongcheng couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth raised, and he let him drag him out.

Intermittently, running and stopping, he didn't stop until outside Lin Qianxi's community.

Lin Qianxi was still smiling: "How was it just now, are you satisfied!"

Zongcheng grabbed his wrist with his backhand and pulled it forward: "How about you, are you comfortable now?"

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment, before recalling what he meant: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"I'm afraid you'll get sick due to too much pressure." Zong Cheng's voice was neither high nor low, as if he was a little tired after finishing the exam.

I don't know why, but when he yelled that sentence, it seemed that I was also relaxed, and I felt very happy.

Lin Qianxi laughed again, and suddenly pulled his hand off his wrist, pressed it to his chest, and whispered, "Feel it."

Zongcheng put his hand on his chest: "What do you feel?"

"See if I feel settled." He said ruffiantly.

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth twitched, feeling that he was teased inexplicably. Sometimes Lin Pi would come just as he said it, and pressed his hand hard on his chest, and said in a low voice, "It's not sure, I'm still very impetuous."

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi felt pain from being pressed, and holding the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and rubbed his chest. He really felt that his chest was agitated, which was caused by his actions: "It's decided, after the exam, I will talk to you." You wave."

Zongcheng looked at his eyes that were shining brightly from the street lamps, and subconsciously smiled again: "Yeah."

Know that he is alive again.

You must keep your spirits up, after all, time flies by quickly.

In May, when the temperature in the small town could feel a hint of summer, the mock exam came.

It is said that schools in other places will have several mock exams, and some even have one model, two models and three models.

None in the Eighth Middle School, just once, and this time is particularly important.

Lin Qianxi walked outside Yang Rui's grocery store with her schoolbag on one shoulder, still reciting words habitually, and looking at the road.

I didn't see Zongcheng, so I guessed that he might have left first. Just as he was going to school, he suddenly thought of something and turned and went into the grocery store.

Yang Rui was not at the counter.

He searched on the shelves, took two red strings in his hand, made an account, put them in his pocket and left.

As soon as he entered the classroom door, he met Jiang Hao and Wang Xiao heading out with things.

"Where are you going?" Lin Qianxi stopped and asked.

"The shift test." Jiang Hao said: "Old Zhou said, the mock test is based on the college entrance examination standards, and you can't take the test just by pulling the table."

Lin Qianxi said "oh", and when he got to his seat, he glanced at Zongcheng's seat, took out the red string in his hand, and reached out to fumble in his schoolbag. After fumbling for a long time, he found a button.

Turning around again, Zongcheng came in with a pencil case in his hand and nothing else.

"You came early today?" Lin Qianxi asked.

"Yeah." Zong Cheng sat down and said, "I'm waiting for you because I'm afraid you will be under pressure again, so I just came here first."

"Whoever said that, it's just a mock exam." Lin Qianxi said casually.

Zongcheng stood up: "Then I'll take the exam, my exam room is in the next class."

Lin Qianxi suddenly said, "Shall we make an amulet together?"

Zongcheng stopped: "What amulet?"

"Let the exam go smoothly." Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows and smiled, and came out with a red string in his hand, with a button hanging from it: "Your button." Then he handed him another red string, "This is for you, it's mine."

Zongcheng took it and looked at him: "How to use it?"

Lin Qianxi tied the button around his neck and showed him a look: "How is it?"

Zong Cheng pinched the red string: "You want me to hang the buttons on your trouser waist around your neck?"

"..." Lin Qianxi thought for a while, and suggested, "Then you hang it on your waist?"

Zongcheng looked at him and wanted to laugh a little: "Aren't you stress-free? You're so superstitious, and a little silly."

"Fuck...that's up to you." Lin Qianxi didn't know how he came up with it, anyway, he wanted to find something to divert his attention, and just happened to think of the exchanged buttons. Seeing that he didn't like it, he just turned his head and continued. I went to recite the words.

Zongcheng went out.

Lin Qianxi glanced towards the back door, and really left.

But soon he came back.

Zongcheng took the pencil case on the table, which he didn't take when he left just now, and took out all the books in the belly of the table, holding them in his hands, standing by the table, not in a hurry to leave.

Seeing that he hadn't left, Lin Qianxi looked up.

Holding the book in his hand, he winked at his waist.

Lin Qianxi came to his senses, stretched out his hand to lift the coat around his waist, and grinned.

He wore his own button around his waist.

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth raised, and he went to the exam with his book in hand.