Self-cultivation of professional spare tire

When Gu Yanzhan walked out of the grade director's office, he had a few extra registration forms in his hand.

This is the entry form for this year's Rio Number Competition.According to the school's practice, the top few in the class will be registered and let them participate in the competition.As the number one in the class and even in the grade, Gu Yanzhan is naturally the teacher's first choice.

Gu Yanzhan looked at the registration form over and over again.

Before he crossed over, his understanding of the Olympiad was limited to the pursuit of the fourth grade of elementary school.And the system gave him additional abilities, only the content of the course, no such additional items as Olympiad.

...Is it really okay to go to the competition!

Gu Yanzhan was beating his heart, wishing he could throw away this hot registration form.

At this moment, he saw Si Yijun's back in the distance.

He should have just sent Si Liangzhi out of the school, and now he was walking slowly towards the teaching building with one hand in his pocket.

Gu Yanzhan immediately forgot about the Olympiad and stopped him.

"Si Yijun!" He quickened his pace while calling Si Yijun's name.

Si Yijun stopped, turned around and looked at Gu Yanzhan.He didn't speak, but just raised his eyebrows, indicating that he heard it, and stood there waiting for him.

At this moment, the leaves on the campus have just turned yellow, and the green leaves of the camphor trees on the roadside are slightly yellow, intertwined with the thin red of the maple leaves.There are such layers of trees on both sides of the road, hiding the blue sky and the towering buildings in the distance.

Si Yijun stood in the middle of the road and turned to look at him.A tall and handsome young man stood upright in place, and even the perennial hostility on his face softened a lot.

Gu Yanzhan's heart skipped a beat.

But in an instant, that strange heartbeat disappeared.Gu Yanzhan walked up to him quickly with his schoolbag on his back.

"What's wrong?" Si Yijun asked when Gu Yanzhan approached.

Then, Gu Yanzhan lowered his head, held Si Yijun's right arm, and raised it to check.

Sure enough, the gauze on his right arm was soaked in blood.There are long-dried blood stains, and there are also bright crimson stains, which should have been stained just this morning.

Old and new blood stains overlapped.

"The doctor said you should change the gauze frequently, did you forget?" Gu Yanzhan frowned suddenly and asked.

Si Yijun said casually: "It's too troublesome."

Gu Yanzhan: "...."

He thought to himself, if I were half a head taller than him now, I would definitely beat him up to make him remember.

But Gu Yanzhan didn't.He gritted his teeth and glared at Si Yijun, instead of talking nonsense with him, he directly grabbed him and dragged him to a bench by the side of the road to sit down.

Then, Gu Yanzhan took off his schoolbag, and took out the gauze and medicine that he had just bought inside.

"Trouble? Is it troublesome if the gauze grows in the flesh?" Gu Yanzhan said, putting those things aside, and untied the gauze knot on his arm by himself.

Si Yijun looked down at him and didn't speak.

Gu Yanzhan's stare just now did not have any lethality, but was limp, full of concern and blame.

Si Yijun didn't know why, his gaze seemed to stare straight into his heart, making up for something that had been missing in his soul.

He lowered his eyes and turned them away.

Then, Gu Yanzhan untied the gauze on his arm round and round.He moved carefully, especially where the blood clots stuck together.

While explaining, he also scolded Si Yijun.But he knew that Si Yijun was competitive and lived alone, so he couldn't say any harsh words, and his words of reproach didn't have much force.

"Don't you know that it's hard to take off the gauze that sticks to the wound? If the wound is bleeding, you should quickly change the gauze. Also, do you never use the medicine prescribed by the hospital?"

But Si Yijun suddenly asked: "You just ran out halfway through the exam just to buy these things?"

"Ah." Gu Yanzhan was taken aback for a moment, before he could react, he asked what he was doing.

Anyway, I finished the paper...he thought to himself.

Gu Yanzhan looked up at Si Yijun in a daze, and saw Si Yijun staring at him.

Those eyes were deep and bright, Gu Yanzhan didn't say anything for a while, and stared at him in a daze.

Then, Si Yijun laughed.He raised his left hand, pinched Gu Yanzhan's face, and tugged unceremoniously.

"Aren't you stupid? Are you going to take the exam? What if you don't get the first place in the exam?"

Gu Yanzhan came back to his senses, quickly raised his hand, and patted his hand down: "What are you doing!"

Although his face was fleshless, it was soft.Si Yijun twirled his fingertips with unrestrained interest, and smiled lazily at him.

His eyes were deep and his eyes were full of smiles.Gu Yanzhan was so stared at by him that his heart skipped a beat, he lowered his eyes and concentrated on dealing with the gauze on his arm.

The further it goes down, the more it fits Si Yijun's wound.Gu Yanzhan carefully took out the water cup from his schoolbag, moistened his fingertips, melted the blood on the edge of the gauze, and then slowly tore it open.

Gu Yanzhan had never done this kind of work before, and he was afraid of pulling the other party's wounds.He was cautious, as if he was facing an enemy.

The early autumn wind rustled the leaves around them, and the light and shadow leaking from the branches and leaves swayed gently on them with the wind.

Si Yijun watched for a while, saw that his hands were shaking so carefully, he yawned, and said, "Why are you moving so slowly? Hurry up, can you just tear it apart?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to do it for him.

Gu Yanzhan was taken aback by his words, and looking at his bold actions, he was about to tear off the gauze.Before Si Yijun touched the gauze, he quickly pressed his hand.

"What are you doing! This will tear open the wound!" He patted Si Yijun on the back of his hand hard. "Be honest."

Si Yijun let out a slow oh, still in that casual look, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

The sunlight jumping on the branches in the afternoon, stepping on the wind lightly, jumped into his eyes.

When Gu Yanzhan took off the bloody gauze on his arm, there was already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.He folded up the gauze and put it beside him, and sprinkled medicinal powder on Si Yijun's wound.Wrap him up with new gauze.

Then, Gu Yanzhan tied a beautiful knot on his arm and stopped.

"Okay, don't bump into it anymore, remember to change it every two days." He said, he packed the remaining gauze and wound medicine together, and stuffed it to Si Yijun.

Si Yijun glanced down at the things in his arms, then raised his eyes, looking deeply at Gu Yanzhan.

"En." He replied, his tone was loose, but there was a feeling of wanting to cover up.

It seemed that he wanted to use a relaxed tone to cover up some kind of budding, unspeakable emotion.

-

Si Family Manor.

"came back?"

When Si Liangzhi was carried in by the servant, he heard a questioning voice from the living room.

He looked up and saw Si Weixing wearing glasses, with his legs crossed on the footstool, sitting on the sofa reading documents.Seeing him enter the door, Si Weixing simply raised his eyes without changing his expression, and continued to read the report.

"Yes, I just came back from Yijun's school." Si Liangzhi's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he hid it well, put on an appearance of not being disobedient at all, and smiled gently.

"Well, how's it going?" Si Weixing flipped through the document in his hand, and took the pen from the assistant standing beside him.

"The teacher didn't say anything." Si Yijun smiled gently, raised his hand to stop the servant who came to push the wheelchair, turned the wheel himself, and walked towards Si Weixing.

"It's just that this kid has a lot of personality. He's different from the other students. He's a bit disobedient. He's a bit domineering in school, which makes the teachers unhappy." He said as he walked, and finally stopped beside Si Weixing. down.

He lightly reported Si Yijun's mistakes, then changed the subject, and said with a smile: "But this kid is only young, so there is no rush to teach him. Let him play with ease for a few years first, which can be regarded as making up for it." It's a pity about the previous one. It's just a child who hasn't grown up, and our family can still afford him."

Si Weixing didn't say anything, just looked up at him.

Si Liangzhi closed his mouth knowingly as if he had received an order.

This is how the father and son get along all the year round.Si Weixing is reticent, never reveals his emotions, and especially likes to be clean.Si Liangzhi, on the other hand, obeyed orders, immersed himself in doing things, only said what should be said, and never said too much, which made Si Weixing unhappy.

"Yes, I see." Si Weixing responded, as if he was responding to Si Liangzhi, telling him that he heard it.

Si Liangzhi smiled and pushed the wheelchair closer.

"Is father looking at the financial statements for this quarter?" He stepped forward and asked. "The secretary sent me a copy yesterday. I checked it and there is nothing wrong with it."

Having said this, he stopped.

He was waiting for Si Weixing to praise him.

During this time, he got in touch with the people over there and started doing business with them secretly.Although the amount involved is not large and is still within the controllable range, it still makes the group's data in this year's report look a lot better.

You know, since the Si family's business was turned into a business empire by Si Weixing a few years ago, it seems to have entered a bottleneck and has been standing still.But this year, the few projects he was in charge of were very popular across the board, with considerable benefits, standing out from the crowd in the entire report.

Si Liangzhi felt that he could afford Si Weixing's two words of affirmation.

But the living room fell into silence for a while, only the sound of Si Weixing flipping through the report and his writing.

Si Liangzhi waited for a while, but Si Weixing still had no intention of speaking.

"Then I'll go back to my room first, father?" Si Liangzhi said softly.

Si Weixing hummed again.

Si Liang Zhi smiled casually, pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the living room, let the servant pick it up and pushed him upstairs.

He didn't show his emotions, but the hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair was tightly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly bulged.

After Si Liangzhi's back disappeared from the living room, Si Weixing raised his eyes and glanced at his back complicatedly.

He knew exactly how much his son weighed.Although his eldest son is hardworking and hardworking, he has no vision and has no ability to turn the tide at critical moments.Therefore, he has never been able to delegate power to him with confidence in matters in the company, and only gives him some small projects to practice, so that he can grow slowly.

After all, he is not confused and knows who should hand over the company to in the end.And he was getting older, and he had a little heart problem these years, so sooner or later he would hand over the family business to Si Liangzhi.

As for his own company... Si Weixing is also very clear.

Now that the real estate market is saturated and depressed, it is difficult for companies in the market to guarantee that they will not lose money, let alone make a substantial profit.It is a dream come true to want to have any big development in the real estate industry.

He looked at the abnormally beautiful document in his hand and fell silent.

Every project that Si Liangzhi is in charge of has abnormally high profits.

It is necessary to send someone to check whether his eldest son has tampered with the finance department and made false accounts for himself. ??????????????????????????

The author has something to say: 8 cases! ! ! !I was playing games and forgot to update hehehe