Orange storm

In the following week from that day, Li Xingyan never came to the bar.

Even though it was the end of September, the autumn cold still hadn’t come to Shaojiang. After a typhoon passed, the daily temperature returned to 34°C, especially in the afternoon, it was so hot that people were drowsy.

In the last class on Saturday afternoon, the group of people below were like saplings withered in the sun. Tang Yi's exercise book was halfway through, and he took the book and tapped on the podium.

"Okay, okay, do you still look like a senior high school student?"

There were a few laughs mixed with weak laments, and Xu Hang howled loudly: "Please forgive us, teacher, the child is going to be sleepy and stupid."

"The college entrance examination is still in June, what will you do then?" Tang Yi glared at Xu Hang, then looked up at the wall clock at the back of the classroom, and saw that the time was almost up.

"Okay, let's do the test yourself. Don't blame me for not reminding you, the September monthly exam will be next week, and there will be a parent-teacher meeting at that time."

The wailing from below grew louder.Tang Yi was hard-hearted, pretending not to hear, left the sentence "Do the questions well" and left the classroom holding a water glass.

Shaojiang No. [-] Middle School and Senior Three Department have a monthly exam at the end of each month, two city entrance exams in a semester, and a provincial exam—in fact, this frequency is already very low compared to Chaocheng. Second, there is a self-test before each break, and after the test is completed before the holiday, the results can be seen at the door of the classroom on the day of the holiday, so that people have no chance to breathe.

But unlike Chaocheng, Shaojiang No. [-] Middle School holds a parent-teacher meeting every month after the monthly exam.

This was a nightmare for Xu Hang.

"The exam is coming up next Friday. I'm done. I dropped 20 in the exam. My mother almost broke up with me. If I do it again, I'm really dead."

Xu Hang's family is in a very good condition, a rich second generation who talks a lot but has a simple mind. The only thing he needs to worry about is his half-dead academic performance.

Fang Jie focused on two tasks, listened to Xu Hang's complaints and translated the ancient Chinese, and then asked: "Is the exam difficult?"

"The exam is not difficult, but the difficult thing is the parent meeting, which is a double torture to the body and mind."

Xu Hang sighed, and said again: "But it's okay if your parents are not here, I hope my parents will be on a business trip then."

Fang Jie's pen tip paused, and he gave a vague "hmm".

Xu Hang didn't notice something was wrong, so he went on to enlighten himself: "Forget it, life is to have fun in time—tomorrow we will go swimming in the city swimming pool, let's go together."

What he was talking about were the few boys who had been eating together these days, both in this class and outside the class.Before Fang Jie could speak, Jiang Xinxin in front turned to look at Xu Hang.

"Awesome, you have assigned four test papers during the rest of the day, and you still have time to go swimming."

"Learning is endless. How can I waste my vigorous youth on study?"

"Get lost." Jiang Xinxin was amused, "Don't cry during the parent meeting."

"A true warrior dares to face every parent meeting—"

Fang Jie listened to the two arguing while writing the title, and was just about to reply when a faint sneer came from diagonally across.

The two people who were arguing didn't pay attention, Fang Jie's hand turning the pen stopped immediately, and he turned his head to look over.

It's a beer bottle—no, Tan Zhuo.

Tan Zhuo's school uniform was still meticulously dressed, and he stared at Xu Hang with disgust, as if looking at something dirty.Fang Jie suddenly raised his head to meet his gaze, Tan Zhuocai seemed to be burned, and lowered his head to stare at the test paper in his hand again.

"Next time." Fang Jie looked away, "I have something to do tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll call you next time."

Xu Hang is very enthusiastic and measured. He will definitely invite you to group activities, but if the invitation fails, he will not hold you back. He is a good tablemate.

Fang Jie smiled at him: "Okay, I must go next time."

As get out of class was approaching, Tang Yi came back after receiving the water.

"Slow down on the way back, remember to finish your homework, you can relax properly, but you must pay attention to safety when you go out to play—"

He probably wanted to say something else, but unfortunately the bell just rang for the end of get out of class, Tang Yi waved his hand: "Okay, let's go!"

A group of people rushed out of the classroom screaming.

Fang Jie left the classroom, Tang Yi was still standing at the door, saw him come out and asked with a smile: "It's been a week of class, how do you feel?"

Fang Jie nodded: "It's okay."

"There is a small exam next week, so take the exam with a calm mind."

He didn't say anything about particularly high requirements, he was worried that Fang Jie just transferred to another school and couldn't adapt, which would cause pressure.Fang Jie nodded: "I will do my best."

"Just try your best." Tang Yi smiled, "Let's go."

After leaving the school gate, Jiang Zhijin was already enjoying the shade under the shade of the tree at the gate.

He was wearing a white shirt, and the sun fell on his clothes through the gaps in the leaves, which was particularly dazzling.A cigarette was held in his right hand, which was not lit.

A week passed, and Fang Jie didn't expect that Jiang Zhijin would insist on picking him up even though he couldn't get up in the morning. His parents had never done this before.

Zhou Ling and Fang Chenglin were too busy with work, and they insisted that boys should not be used to raising them. Fang Jie was picked up by the nanny in the kindergarten. Since elementary school, they went to and from school by themselves, and they never enjoyed the treatment of being picked up from school.

Jiang Zhijin looked up and saw Fang Jie, but he didn't want to come out of the shade, so he stood still and waved to Fang Jie, and called him over.

"I didn't drive today, so I'll take you to take a shortcut and stop by the supermarket to buy vegetables."

Fang Jie thought for a while, and repeated: "Shopping for vegetables?"

Jiang Zhijin looked at him with a natural expression: "Yes, I told you that I can cook."

I vaguely remember such a conversation, but it was a long time ago, not to mention... Fang Jie's eyes fell on Jiang Zhijin's left hand.

"The stitches will be removed tomorrow." Jiang Zhijin immediately guessed what Fang Jie was thinking as if he could psychic. "It's still fine to cook a meal."

"Oh." Fang Jie nodded.

The alleys extend in all directions, and if you take a shortcut, the community is not too far from the school, at most half an hour.It's already 05:30, the sun's residual power is still strong, but the alley is covered by residential buildings and street trees, but it feels a little cool.

The two walked through the alley one after the other, and Jiang Zhijin asked, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

Fang Jie: "Anything is fine."

"No such dish." Jiang Zhijin walked ahead without turning back, "Just report the name of the dish."

Fang Jie didn't answer, he suddenly stopped halfway and looked back.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fang Jie always feels that someone is watching them from the corner.

But there were so many people on the road around him, he suspected that he was oversensitive again.

Jiang Zhijin walked a few steps and saw that no one was following him, so he turned his head to look at Fang Jie who was standing still.

"what happened?"

"...It's nothing." Fang Jie continued to walk forward, answering Jiang Zhijin's last question by the way. "Let's serve cucumber cold, it's too hot."

"..." Jiang Zhijin looked at Fang Jie for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "You are too easy to support."

Even so, Jiang Zhijin bought cucumbers when he was shopping in the supermarket, and he also bought some ribs, beef, fresh vegetables and fruits, and a bunch of seasonings.

Because he was too lazy to cook alone, he hadn't cooked for a long time. This time, he bought two big bags of things, and the two of them each carried a bag. Before leaving the supermarket, Jiang Zhijin asked Fang Jie if he wanted some popsicles.

"Milk fruit chocolate, which one do you want?"

Fang Jie originally wanted to say something casual, but because of the lessons learned from the previous order, he still held back and answered, "Anything except mango - milk."

Jiang Zhijin finally took two small milk puddings.Fang Jie took it and took a bite. It was sweet and greasy, with a milky taste.

The two walked home with a shopping bag in one hand and a popsicle in the other. It was already past six o'clock.Jiang Zhijin went into the kitchen with his things, Fang Jie changed his clothes, threw the school uniform and a pile of dirty clothes into the washing machine, and went back to the kitchen.

Jiang Zhijin was washing the vegetables. Fang Jie looked at the door for a while and felt that it was inappropriate for him to stand upright. He asked, "Can you help me?"

In fact, his level is only at the level of cooking noodles, and he can spread an egg at most.At this time, ordinary people should say, "No need, you go to rest/study/watch TV", but Jiang Zhijin didn't turn his head, and simply replied: "Come here to wash the rice."

The kitchen was not big, and it was a bit crowded for two people standing in front of the processing table. Fang Jie took the rice cooker, scooped up two bowls of rice under Jiang Zhijin's guidance, turned on the water and washed it carefully twice.

After washing, Mi Fangjie hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Jiang Zhijin.

"How much water to add?"

Jiang Zhijin also stopped, and turned to look at Fang Jie.

"Haven't you cooked?"

Fang Jie didn't change his face: "No."

Jiang Zhijin turned on the water for him, and said, "Put your hand in."

Before Fang Jie could react, the water was almost filled.Jiang Zhijin gave a "tsk", turned off the water, took Fang Jie's hand and put it in.

Because Jiang Zhijin's hands were soaked in water because of washing the vegetables just now, the moment they were held, the coolness easily soaked into the back of Fang Jie's hands through the overlap.

"Open your hands." Jiang Zhijin said.

The hands of the two people overlapped on the white rice soaked in water. Jiang Zhijin's hand was on top, with well-defined joints, and some calluses on the joints, but it did not prevent it from looking clean and slender.

The point is pretty white.

Fang Jie took a look and felt that Jiang Zhijin's skin was almost as white as rice soaked in water.

...Maybe it's because of your own foil?

Fang Jie is actually not dark at all, and has wheat-colored skin, but when he overlaps with Jiang Zhijin's hands, the difference is easy to appear.

Before he could take a closer look, Jiang Zhijin withdrew his hand.

"See? No fingers, just the back of the hand."

"……Oh."

Fang Jie cooked the rice according to Jiang Zhijin's instructions, and looked at the other party again.

"anything else?"

"...Go do the laundry." Jiang Zhijin sighed, "I'll do it."

Jiang Zhijin is really good at cooking, after all, he has been out for so many years.For dinner, he made deep-fried pork ribs, beef with cumin, and Fang Jie's cold cucumber and three delicacies soup, which was almost eaten.

After dinner, it was already dark, Fang Jie went to wash the dishes consciously, when Jiang Zhijin was about to go out to Yunqi when he came out, he asked him if he wanted to come with him.

"Forget it." Fang Jie replied. "I can do my homework."

Jiang Zhijin just asked casually, he couldn't take Fang Jie to the bar every day, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will bring you a midnight snack when I come back."

Fang Jie took a shower, went back to his room, put on his earphones and wrote two sets of test papers.The difficulty is not high, he did it very smoothly, and the WeChat rang when the last stroke fell.

[Qi Xiang]: Save, save, save

Followed by a photo, is a math problem.

Fang Jie clicked on it and started to write after watching it for about 3 minutes.

His steps to solve the problem are very neat, and the steps that should be written are not missed. When the final solution is calculated, Fang Jie took a photo and sent it to Qi Xiang.

[Fang Jie]: Which question?

[Qi Xiang]: No one in the class wrote the last question of the weekly test paper. Lao Zhang was so angry that he asked everyone to do it again.

[Qi Xiang]: Fang Xiaojie, the eternal god.

[Fang Jie]: Send me a complete copy of the weekly test paper, ask Lao Zhang to get it, and just say I want it.

Qi Xiang over there sent an ok gesture and asked again: Are you on vacation?

[Fang Jie]: Well, at home, doing homework.

[Qi Xiang]: That uncle of yours is there too?

Uncle, let Jiang Zhijin know that he must smoke you.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie felt a little inexplicable and wanted to laugh, and replied: He went out.

[Qi Xiang]: Is your relationship okay?

Fang Jie stopped typing.

Is it okay?It doesn't seem to count.If it's bad, it doesn't seem to be.

In the end, he replied with an ambiguous "almost".

[Qi Xiang]: That's good, anyway, let's finish the college entrance examination first, get along well with others, it's not easy for them to take care of the college entrance examination candidates, not to mention your dog temper, there are not many people like Lei Feng now.

Fang Jie: ...

After chatting with Qi Xiang, Fang Jie stretched and took off his earphones.

It is difficult to feel the passage of time when doing homework. Fang Jie glanced at his watch, and it was already 10:30.There was no music, and the room was extremely quiet, allowing Fang Jie to hear the slight noise from the living room.

He opened the door, and only the dim wall lamp was turned on in the living room. Jiang Zhijin came back at some point, and was lying on the sofa watching a movie. There were cans of beer and two boxes of skewers on the table in front of him.

Seeing him come out, Jiang Zhijin looked up at him: "Finished?"

"Ah."

Jiang Zhijin nodded: "Snack? Barbecue."

Fang Jie was indeed a little hungry, and he felt that he might have hallucinated from writing too many questions—under the dim light, Jiang Zhijin looked a little lonely sitting on the sofa watching a movie by himself.

... Caring for the empty-nest living Lei Feng.

"Row."

Fang Jie went to the kitchen to get a can of Coke, walked over and sat next to Jiang Zhijin.

Neither of them spoke, the light and shadow on the screen kept changing, falling on the two of them, Fang Jie raised his head and concentrated on watching the movie.

The movie has just started, and it’s about a group of college students going on an adventure and arriving in a deserted village—these actors don’t know each other, a low-budget web drama?

They had just entered the village and found a coffin at the entrance of the village...

Some of the college students died—yes, people, died.

Fang Jie finally realized something was wrong.

"...Is this a horror movie?"

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