I cried, I pretended

Tang Tan was afraid that he would get angry, so he hurriedly explained to him: "I can't explain why, it just feels that way, yes, intuition, just intuition." He himself couldn't explain why.

"You think too much."

Cheng Wang interrupted him, and casually played with the phone without raising his eyelids.

"I'm just talking." Tang Qin himself felt that his thoughts were ridiculous, so he gave a dry cough in disguise.

Judging from his understanding of Cheng Wang, he would not lie, and he was really affected by those messy thoughts, how could such things happen to him.

Cheng Wang did not lie.

He didn't feel that he had anything special about Song Mingwang. If it was really special like what Tang Tan said, it might be because he had never seen someone like Song Mingwang around him, so he felt a little novel.

In addition, he doesn't dislike Song Mingwang, and of course he doesn't like it much.

As soon as the bell rang after school, Song Mingwang was the first to run out of the classroom to take up a seat in the library. The senior grades still have tutoring time in the evening, so there will be students in the school even at night.

He found the location by the window of the study room on the third floor, and he could see the school gate from this direction.

"Student, I'm sorry, is there anyone here?"

"There is someone, he will be here soon."

As soon as Song Mingwang sat down, two girls came over and asked him, and he answered quickly with a vigilant expression, as if he was afraid of being snatched away.

The two girls let out a disappointed cry and left.

At this time, a person walked in outside, and I saw Cheng Wang carrying a bag on one shoulder, with his left hand in his trouser pocket, and lazily pushing open the glass door.

Even though he was wearing an ordinary blue and white school uniform, he was tall and straight, with slender legs, handsome and cold features, and he was very eye-catching just standing there.

The people in the library were very surprised when they saw him.

After all, Cheng Wang's name has been heard by both the lower grades and the upper grades. He is good-looking and fights fiercely, but he is too cold-tempered, but why did he appear in the library.

Who doesn't know that Cheng Huang's grades are always at the bottom, and he doesn't seem to care about his studies.

That's why it's weird for everyone to appear here.

Are you going on a date with your little girlfriend?

People in the school have heard some rumors about Cheng Zhuang's girlfriend. It seems that she is a girl in the liberal arts class in the first year of high school. Others have really good grades.

"Cheng Huan!"

Everyone heard a deliberately lowered male voice, but because of the name he called, it still became the focus.Everyone looked at the boy who made the sound in surprise, and some even recognized the newly transferred boy genius.

Song Mingwang saw his figure, his eyes lit up, and he waved to him, but luckily he realized that this was a library and deliberately lowered his voice.

As soon as Cheng Jue walked in front of him, he immediately said: "One hour, I have work to do later." "

"What's the matter, part-time job?"

"Yes." Cheng Wang was a little surprised that he could guess it.

Song Mingwang curled his lips and began to give orders: "You go to find reference books related to the topic, focusing on the history of modern Chinese literature. First understand the difference between the literary revolution and the literary revolution."

After Song Mingwang finished speaking, he began to immerse himself in writing the topic framework. Although his Chinese is not good, it is because of subjective questions. He always understands other people's deviations, and always corrects wrong questions in his composition, but he has a good memory for words and his Chinese is objective. There is basically nothing wrong with the question.

He didn't forget to look up at Cheng Huang's progress while he was writing and writing, but he saw him and a girl standing next to the bookshelf and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Song Mingwang looked at this scene with a small face, the boss was not happy, and began to count the time in his heart.

Cheng Wang seemed to know that girl, and even helped her get the book on the top floor because she couldn't reach it.

Song Mingwang recalled the similar scene between himself and the girl, but was teased by Cheng Wang, and immediately pursed his mouth aggrieved.

Cheng Wang walked over and saw this scene, and he put the book he had found in front of him.

"What happened to you?"

When he said this, he habitually frowned, as if he didn't understand why he had only been away for a short while, why this person seemed to have been greatly wronged.

Song Mingwang uttered a few words through his teeth, "1 minute and 38 seconds."

"what?"

"You gave me an hour, but you chatted with that girl for 1 minute and 38 seconds."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Song Mingwang hummed aggrievedly, "You have to pay me."

"..."

In the end, after his hard work, Cheng Wang's time for writing his homework in the library was increased to one hour, one minute and 38 seconds.

"But who is that girl? I think she looks familiar." After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Mingwang subconsciously held his pen in his mouth and muttered vaguely.

Cheng Wang glanced at his movements, reached out and knocked off the pen that was close to his mouth, and said in a calm tone, "Don't you think it's dirty?"

"Who is it?" It was rare for Song Mingwang not to argue with him, and he focused all his attention on the problem.

Cheng Huan frowned, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic, and answered briefly, "Zhou Yao."

As soon as the name Zhou Yao was mentioned, Song Mingwang immediately remembered that it was the girl from the same junior high school class as Song Mingwang.

He curled his lips and said nothing.

Cheng Wang found about seven or eight books, piled up there in thick piles, and Song Mingwang began to check the titles to see if he was looking for the right one.

"what is this?"

The last book is different from other books at first glance. On the cover, it says "how to improve emotional intelligence and the art of speaking".

Song Mingwang read it word by word, and said suspiciously: ""Is this the title of the book?Nothing to do with the subject?Did you find the wrong one. "

"There is no mistake." Cheng Jue lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, wondering if he was replying to a message, and raised his eyes to look at Song Ming, "I happened to see it, and I think it suits you."

Song Mingwang: "..."

Before he could open his mouth to refute, Cheng Wang turned off the phone and said softly, "Let's get started."

The homework is not difficult at all, it just needs to consult a lot of information, but to Song Mingwang's surprise, Cheng Wang is not as ignorant as he thought, and it can even be said that he feels incredible in some places.

Although his speech was very short, he was able to talk about the key tricks at once without anyone needing to waste his time.

Song Mingwang remembered the rumor, so he approached him probingly, "I heard that you used to have good grades?"

Cheng Wang ignored him and checked the structure of the report he wrote without looking up.

"Then how did you become like this? Is it an external stimulus or an internal psychological factor." Song Mingwang began to analyze clearly, "If it is external, is it a social family or a school?"

Cheng Wang looked up at him, then said blankly, "That's 38 deductions for one point."

Song Mingwang immediately shut up.

Although there was heating in the library, the seat Song Mingwang carefully selected seemed to be leaking air, and it was chilly since he sat down. Even though he was wrapped up like a bear, he still felt a little cold.

"Ah-"

Song Mingwang rubbed his nose, which turned red, so he changed his posture and wrote on the table.

Cheng Wang sat across from him and read a book. He didn't know what book he was reading, but it was definitely not a serious book.

The sound of pages turning was hypnotic to him at this moment, and when he woke up suddenly, he found that there was no one on the other side.

Looking at the time again, more than two hours have passed, and the appointed time has already passed, presumably Cheng Wang has already left.

Song Mingwang just woke up and his head was a little empty. A few strands of disobedient black hair stood up on his head. He grumbled and pressed it down again.

After stretching out his hand, he realized that his shoulders were a bit heavy. Looking down, he found that he was still covered with a coat.

"..."

Song Mingwang was stunned for a moment, then blinked.

His expression was a little complicated. He touched his heart and felt weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Song Mingwang had a dream that night,

Meng Licheng's face was always swaying back and forth, he was upset and irritable, he couldn't help but grabbed his face and rubbed hard.

But Cheng Wang in the dream is much more obedient than in reality, he can do whatever he asks, Song Mingwang couldn't help but let out a bad breath.

He couldn't remember the dream after that clearly, it should be an irrelevant dream anyway.

When Song Mingwang woke up the next day, he put all these messy dreams behind him, rubbed his eyes sleepily and prepared to get out of bed to wash.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he found something was wrong, and he couldn't help but pause for something in his hand.

Song Mingwang looked at the obvious dark smudged wet marks on his pajama pants.

He couldn't help but froze on the spot: "..."