Be good

Zongcheng said this out of a non-teaching heart. He thought that it was absolutely impossible for Lin Qianxi to yell, but he didn't expect that he not only yelled, but also yelled quickly and smoothly.

It simply refreshed his understanding of Lin Qianxi's face.

No, this man has no face or skin.

"Let's go." Lin Qianxi put his schoolbag on his shoulders: "I'm ready, don't regret it, regret that I chased you to the ends of the earth, see if my eyes are joking."

He pointed to his eyes, serious.

Zongcheng looked at his black and white eyes, and after a while, put his schoolbag back on his shoulder, and said a word coldly: "Fuck..."

Five minutes later, there were two more regular customers in Yang Rui's small shop.

Zong Cheng sat obliquely by the pool table, with one leg bent against the table and the other stretched out, stretched long and straight.

He lowered his head, smoking a cigarette outside with a cigarette case in his hand, and asked casually, "Which question?"

Lin Qianxi dragged a stool to sit next to him, took out the unfinished test paper homework from his schoolbag, and looked at him: "Is it really just one question?"

Zongcheng said: "If you regret it, just say it, don't bargain."

"Fuck, isn't there a grand opening offer?" Lin Qianxi said, "It's like calling three times and giving five questions."

Zongcheng raised his head, put a cigarette in his mouth, and stared at him: "Who wants to start this business?"

The corner of Lin Qianxi's mouth raised, "I, I want you to open it, okay?" Knowing that he might still be a little upset at the moment, I just accepted it and didn't mention it, and turned the test paper to the last big question , handed it over: "This."

The first "Daddy" has already been called, so you can't lose, just ask the hardest one.

Zongcheng glanced at the math test paper again. He didn't even pick up the paper. With a cigarette in his mouth, he reached for a test booklet from his schoolbag, opened it to a certain page, folded one, and pressed it on the pool table: "The one I folded The question is exactly the same as this one, only the sentences and numbers are changed, and there is my problem-solving process on it, so you can read it yourself."

Lin Qianxi picked up the question book suspiciously.

Zongcheng took the lighter, got up and went out.

The results of the two questions are really similar.

Lin Qianxi dragged the stool closer and lay down on the table to watch his problem-solving process.

Zongcheng is actually not detailed in solving problems. If he really wants to talk about it, it is absolutely impossible for him to talk for seven or eight minutes like Zhang Xiaojiang, but what he writes is the key points, auxiliary lines, formulas, how to come and go, concise and clear.

Lin Qianxi took a general look, but couldn't understand everything, so he could only watch from the beginning step by step, when suddenly a figure leaned out from the side.

"Day..." He was so engrossed that he was taken aback and turned his head to stare at him: "What are you doing?"

Yang Rui stood beside him, looked at him, and pointed to the small bed in the corner: "It seems that my bed is not enough, I have to install a bright lamp for you?"

"You can get a desk lamp," Lin Qianxi said.

"You are so beautiful." Yang Rui pouted outside: "What's going on, he just taught you?"

Lin Qianxi picked up the pen and rummaged through the draft paper in his schoolbag: "Yes."

"He is willing? It doesn't look like a nosy person." Yang Rui's eyes are very poisonous.

Lin Qianxi paused for a moment, pointed to his nose, "I've paid so much fucking money, and still can't pry him away?"

"What pay?"

"..." Lin Qianxi found the paper, and looked at the question: "There's nothing to say, it's not easy for me anyway."

They are all called "Dad", and it's still the kind of question, can't the effort be huge?

But Lin Qianxi didn't care, he really didn't care, he came to him with a desperate attitude, so there was nothing wrong with it.

When Zong Cheng said that, he was even thinking: This is it?

Just call, what a big deal.

For things that can change one's life, who cares about a little face, and a ruffian's face is worthless.

He sighed and expressed emotion to Yang Rui: "You know, those who can accomplish great things in this world are shameless."

Yang Rui said: "Then you must be able to do something amazing."

"Fuck, go sell your stuff, I've solved the problem."

Yang Rui stopped quarreling with him, and walked to the next door on flip flops.

As soon as the people here left, Lin Qianxi's cell phone rang again.

"Damn it." He threw down his pen and took out his cell phone to see who was bothering him.

Take it out and click on it, it is a message from Gu Yang.

--How about it, did my brother agree?

Lin Qianxi didn't say anything when he saw that it was him, he was a hero.

--Good brother, the military medal must have half of yours.

Gu Yang made a series of grinning villain faces.

--Don't worry, my brother is very kind to me. If I ask him for something, he won't ignore it if he doesn't want to.

Lin Qianxi was quite surprised and typed with his fingers.

--Yeah?

A person who is obviously so ruthless, cold and hard, unexpectedly he is still a good brother.

Gu Yang replied quickly.

--real.

--I won't lie to you, my brother is really nice.

Lin Qianxi looked at the word "very good", and was researching where it would be good.

Gu Yang immediately sent another one.

--Let's not bother you now, you must be asking my brother for help, let's talk about it after you're done.

Lin Qianxi replied "OK" and put away the phone.

Gu Yang is a sensible and clever kid, so he doesn't need to mention it, so he withdraws first.

He went on to read the question.

Zongcheng came back from the outside, and there was a smell of smoke a few meters away.

Lin Qianxi looked over, he flipped his phone up and down with one hand, his eyes were lowered, he couldn't see his face clearly, his neat short hair was illuminated by the street lamp outside the door, his whole body was painted with a layer of dim yellow, which made his coolness disappear. It has been diluted, and it seems to have a little more mysterious taste.

After flipping through the phone, he raised his head and looked over: "Isn't it alright?"

Lin Qianxi met his gaze and pointed to his problem-solving process: "Here, and here, I need in-depth guidance on these two steps."

Zongcheng came over and looked at those two steps: "You just need to read."

Lin Qianxi was taken aback: "Is it in the book?" He found a math book from his schoolbag.

Zong Cheng took a look at the book, it was almost new, the cover still had the luster of a new book, and he glanced at him: "Is this the boy's book?"

Lin Qianxi said seriously: "It will wear out soon."

"Oh." Zongcheng took the new book from him, opened it to the place, and pressed it in front of him: "The formula is here."

Lin Qianxi lowered his head and gnawed.

Zongcheng turned and walked away, looked at the time on his phone, and then at Lin Qianxi.

It's so late and I haven't eaten yet.

Lin Qianxi seemed to have sensed his eyes, raised his head, and remembered this: "Fuck, have you eaten yet?"

Zongcheng put away his phone: "I have integrity."

"What ethics?"

"Being the father of one question will do one thing." He said: "I will go back to eat after you finish writing this question."

Lin Qianxi thought to himself that you are so easy to take advantage of my mother, and laughed: "Then you won't eat if I can't finish writing?"

Zongcheng said blankly, "This is called patricide."

"..."

Yang Rui asked next door: "What are you two talking about?"

Lin Qianxi held back the words of counterattack, afraid of being heard, pointed at him with a pen: "I respect you now, really."

Who told him to be useful to him?

Zongcheng frowned slightly, thinking that Lin Qianxi would not be able to bear it, and might turn his face directly, so there is no need to teach.

Unexpectedly, he held back.

A person who couldn't stand a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus perfume, can bear it so much now.

"Yang Rui!" Lin Qianxi suddenly called out.

"Why?" Yang Rui answered from the other end.

"Do you have food?" Lin Qianxi shook his pen and said, "The one on credit."

Yang Rui replied: "I made roasted chicken with potatoes, and I'll share some with you later."

Lin Qianxi glanced at Zongcheng: "Split into two, I'll take one with me."

Zongcheng didn't want to bother others, so he came to the pool table to get his schoolbag, and planned to leave directly.

"Don't go, I haven't finished writing yet." Lin Qianxi lay down on the table and continued to read the questions.

He had no choice but to loosen his hand holding the schoolbag, took out the cigarette, turned around and left the room again.

Lin Qianxi finished the process of solving the questions and the book, and finally understood a little bit. There seemed to be a progress bar in his mind, and it was loaded to [-] to [-]%.

He took a pen to do the question on the test paper, stuttering.

That has to be done, as I think about it.

After ten minutes, Yang Rui shouted: "It's time to eat!"

Lin Qianxi put down his pen, and when he walked to the door, he bumped into Zongcheng who was coming back.

He asked, "Are you finished writing this time?"

Lin Qianxi said: "Anyway, I wrote it according to your method, but I don't know if the answer is correct."

Zong Cheng glanced at the time and suddenly said, "36 minutes."

"Quite fast, isn't it?" Lin Qianxi thought it was fast this time, and he did it without throwing darts today.

"Gu Yang is on the first day of this year." Zong Cheng said suddenly.

"?" Lin Qianxi looked at him inexplicably.

He went on to finish: "If I teach him, it will take half an hour at most."

"Fuck me?" Lin Qianxi stared at him and kindly reminded: "The problem is over."

You are not a father anymore, watch your words.

Yang Rui called again: "Do you want to eat?"

Zongcheng looked at him, turned around and went to the next door.

Lin Qianxi followed, and there was a small dining table over there with potatoes and roasted chicken, and Yang Rui placed three small benches beside the table.

He looked at the takeaway box containing potatoes and roasted chicken, and there was a takeaway note under it, and asked Yang Rui, "You said you made this?"

"Yeah, I think it's bland, so I added two spoonfuls of salt, so it's my fault." Yang Rui said confidently.

"Okay." The cannibal's mouth was short.Lin Qianxi dragged the stool out, glanced at Zongcheng standing there, and said, "Sit down, get used to it, there will be more days like this in the future."

Zong Cheng pursed his lips, hooked a stool with his feet, and sat down beside him.

Yang Rui stepped on his slippers and put a bowl of rice in front of the two of them, then suddenly glanced out: "Isn't that Dongzi?"

As soon as Zongcheng took the chopsticks, Lin Qianxi who was next to him suddenly stood up and ran away, so fast that a gust of wind was blown beside him.

He stared at the doorway through which the gust of wind ran out.

On the street outside, two or three boys passed by on bicycles, wearing blue and white No. [-] Middle School uniforms. One of them stopped, put the bicycle on the side of the road, and walked towards here.

"Brother Rui." Zong Cheng recognized him as soon as he entered the door.

The one who beat Lin Qianxi until his face turned pale, even though Lin Qianxi didn't admit it.

Yang Rui nodded to him: "I haven't seen you for a while, I thought you would never come again."

"I have something to do." Qin Yidong glanced at Zongcheng who was sitting and eating, and asked Yang Rui, "Is this your relative?"

Yang Rui smiled: "Go and ask Lin Qianxi."

Qin Yidong's expression turned ugly: "I broke up with him, don't mention him in the future."

"Breakdown?" Yang Rui didn't quite believe it.

"Really, we broke up. I didn't come here to look for him, but to buy something." Qin Yidong stood on the shelf for a while, and finally took a box of chewing gum, looking like he just picked something at random.

He took his things to leave, then looked at Zongcheng again: "Do you know Lin Qianxi?"

Zongcheng said, "Same school."

Qin Yidong saw another bowl of rice and chopsticks next to him, looked around suspiciously: "Is he here?"

Yang Rui didn't say anything.

Zongcheng didn't speak either.

Qin Yidong went to the next door to have a look, and then came back quickly, "Admit it, there are books and homework there, it's not him." Then he said to Yang Rui: "Fortunately not, next time I come back I will ask you first, he If I were here, I wouldn’t come here, there would be him without me.”

After speaking, he pushed his bicycle on the road and left.

He left, and the remaining two people were very silent, feeling as if they had eaten a big melon from Lin Qianxi out of the blue, and the person concerned had run away without a trace.

Yang Rui sat on the stool and said, "I really didn't expect these two people to break up."

Knowing that Zongcheng didn't know him, he pointed his chopsticks in the direction the outsider had just walked: "That's Qin Yidong, Lin Qianxi's childhood friend, and the two grew up together."

Zongcheng said: "Then why did he break up the relationship?"

"Who knows him." Yang Rui looked at him: "Lin Qianxi seems to be the only one who gets close now."