crossing the northern latitude

The math teacher in class 89 is very young, named Jiang Bo.He is good-looking and has a good temper. It is said that he is the teacher with the highest education in this school. He went to the Orientation Normal School because of the poor conditions of his family. After graduation, he returned to Dingyan to teach.

There are not many talented people in a small place.He is very popular with students, and because of his strong academic atmosphere, students call him Dr. Jiang in private.

No one spoke as soon as he entered the classroom.

"I came back from a vacation and found that everyone's grades have dropped sharply. This time the test was not ideal." Jiang Bo sighed, "Although it is a liberal arts class, we can't give up mathematics. Everyone pay more attention to it."

Jiang Bo didn't usually lecture much, and after he finished speaking, he pushed his glasses and started handing out the test papers. The classroom was quiet.

"I only read the grades of the students who passed. Actually, this paper is not difficult, but this time only 6 people in our class passed." Jiang Bo started to flip through the papers and read the first name, Lu Yan.

A very exaggerated score, which has drawn an astonishing gap with No.2.

Meng Tunan turned his head and saw that the study committee member's face was very ugly. In class 89, she was ranked first in mathematics, so it's all right now...

After reading it, he probably felt that the atmosphere in the class was too dull. Jiang Bo looked up at Meng Tunan who was the closest to him, and said, "In addition, I want to give special praise to Meng Tunan this time. It's rare that he passed the exam. , I was very surprised."

The class suddenly burst into laughter.Meng Tunan was used to being teased, and he was not annoyed at all. He stood up and bowed exaggeratedly towards his dear classmates.Jiang Bo also laughed, and came over and knocked him on the head with a paper: "According to this rate of progress, a perfect score in mathematics in the college entrance examination is not a dream."

The paper was passed down, and Lu Yan was looking at the wrong questions on his paper, but he couldn't help looking at it when he heard the movement.The laughter in the third class of high school is rare and precious, and the laughter in class 89 seems to be all brought by this boy named Meng Tunan.

Lu Yan raised his head to look, then lowered his head and continued to read.

The first class is over.The boring afternoon break is used to sleep, and the teacher will fall down when he leaves the classroom.

Lu Yan was sitting near the trash can, Meng Tunan thought for a while, then stood up and pretended to throw out the trash.After he was in place, he looked sideways at Lu Yan's table hole—fuck, the fruits were still there, and this person didn't eat any of them.The exaggeration is that there is a box of chocolates on the side, and there is a letter on it.

Mother.Meng Tunan thought in his heart that he was really unnecessary, and Lu Yan would not have a hard time with the ratio of male to female in the liberal arts class.

It's a little tricky.It was the first time that Meng Tunan didn't know how to get close to boys of the same age. This guy...was bored to death in school, he didn't like to talk to people at all, and he had no breakthrough at all. He was like a learning machine without sadness or joy. Even Meng Tunan This kind of popularity is a bit difficult to start with.

Sending something small—this was the most sincere gesture of kindness that Mengtunan could think of.

The classrooms of the third year of high school seem to be very quiet, especially in this tired afternoon.Lu Yan didn't sleep, he put his mobile phone under the table, and he was...watching a movie.

Meng Tunan poked his head over curiously, and said in a chatty tone, "You don't listen to the movie?"

Lu Yan pressed pause and looked up at him.

"You don't have to listen."

Lu Yan's voice was a bit deep, and he looked less like a young man than his appearance.His body proportions are very good, with long hands and long feet, the desks are a bit small, and the uniform school uniform can best compare his appearance. Lu Yan belongs to the very conspicuous category. Meng Tunan feels that Lu Yan looks very tall and straight in school uniform.

When I was young, I seemed to be shorter than myself, but now I am so tall...

During the interval of looking at him, Meng Tunan thought—does he remember me?Are you pretending not to know each other?

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Yan looked up at him, "She's called Soul-moving girl."

Definitely don't remember.

Meng Tunan smiled: "Do you like watching movies?"

Lu Yan's expression was casual: "It's boring, just watch casually."

"Sneak peeking in class?"

Lu Yan put his hand on the table, touched the score on his test paper unintentionally, and smiled subtly: "I don't read it in class. And even if I read it in class, that's..."

Meng Tunan looked at his score, and remembered his 52-point test paper: "..."

After that, Lu Yan put away the phone and put it in the drawer, next to the pile of things.

Meng Tunan put his arm on Lu Yan's textbook, looked down, pointed to the pile of things, and pretended to get to the point: "Eat."

His original plan was to meet him at school and give them to each other, saying: I brought you a few.As it turned out, Lu Yan didn't come until he was late today, so he had no choice but to stuff it in someone's desk.Who would have thought that someone would send something again!The things he gave were put together with the chocolates, and Meng Tunan was ashamed to admit that he did the same thing as the girl, it was too shameful.

Lu Yan looked up, seemed to be thinking for a while, and pointed to the pile of things: "...Do you want to eat?"

Did I express that?Forget it, Meng Tunan simply said shamelessly: "How embarrassing this is!"

But Lu Yan was a little embarrassed: "It's best not to eat it." After a pause, "Just to be on the safe side."

What did this person say, what insurance is asking for insurance?

Meng Tunan replied indiscriminately: "It's not that if you eat it, you have to promise it with your body... But it's an exaggeration to say that someone will bring you food when you come here."

Lu Yan replied: "Really, it's normal."

This pretense... Meng Tunan rolled his eyes in his heart, and asked again: "You don't want to eat?"

"If you don't eat, you have to give it to you."

After speaking, I grabbed it and handed it to him.

"..." Meng Tunan was lost, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Ah."

"Are you afraid of being poisoned?"

Lu Yan's expression changed subtly, but he just said, "It's not very good."

Meng Tunan reluctantly tried to persuade him, "Oh, I'm so kind."

"You really don't want it? Anyway, I will lose it in the end."

Lu Yan looked indifferent, retracted his hands, and leaned back, as if he really wanted to throw the trash can.Meng Tunan was in a hurry, and reached out to take it, "...I want it, I want it. Hey, you are really..."

Lu Yan shrugged, thought for a while, and gave the chocolate to Meng Tunan: "You can share it with others."

How dare you ask for it, he refused: "Not good."

"I will buy the same one and send it back, and I will make it clear."

Then, does Lu Yan still want to buy a piece of fruit for his sister to send back...?

Meng Tunan yelled at himself for being stupid, but it seemed that he couldn't admit it right now... He didn't feel the slightest sense of pleasure even though he had all the food in his hands.

When the class bell rang, Meng Tunan walked back with his things.He stuffed strawberries into his mouth one by one, and ate them before he got to his seat.

Looking back, Lu Yan was lowering his head to answer the question again.

If you rank the most hated things in the world, 17-year-old Meng Tunan first hates the math class in the afternoon of the third year of high school.

He was not good at science since he was a child, especially mathematics. He was impatient to listen, let alone think about it.

His father was a teacher with a dull personality. The strange thing was that Meng Tunan didn't follow him at all, he was very outgoing and lively.When Meng Tunan was very young, his father also tried to turn things around, forcing him to recite the Three-Character Sutra, disciples of hundreds of surnames learn Qionglin, teach calligraphy and history... Maybe there is also talent in cultivation, which led Meng Tunan to endorse It's so fierce, the hundreds of surnames that were forced to memorize when you were babbling can now be read to you verbatim.

When I was a child, during New Years and festivals, Meng Jianjun liked to let Meng Tunan perform endorsement for his relatives at the dinner table as soon as he drank.

Perhaps the osmosis had a little influence, and Meng Tunan instinctively got close to the liberal arts.This aspect of him may be different from many boys of the same age. He will take the initiative to read books, and read a lot of books, and the occasion for reading books is basically...a disgusting math class.

He basically reads extracurricular books in math class. He reads all kinds of books, just to relieve boredom, regardless of whether he understands them or not. In short, they are more interesting than mathematics.

Today I read the National Geographic magazine that I borrowed from the girls in my class.Meng Tunan read it with gusto, the quadratic function was being talked about on the blackboard, and his heart was drifting to the Pacific Ocean right now.

Looked up.The location is special, so the line of sight can easily fall on Lu Yan at the other end of the diagonal.The other party lowered his head, not knowing whether he was watching a movie or reading a book.What's the name of the movie... The Soul-shifting Girl?What are you talking about?have not seen.

A little envious.Mengtunan only has an old mobile phone left by his father to use. The charging is slow and the storage capacity is small. It is absolutely impossible to download movies.

The National Geographic magazine in his hand suddenly became unsavory, and he was a little depressed throughout the class.

That kind of childish comparison psychology may run through the adolescence of boys and girls.Not only grades, but also family background, looks, clothes...everything can be compared.

... The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

This strange frustration lingered until school was over.Meng Tunan went downstairs depressed, and found that his father, Meng Jianjun, was at the exit, talking and laughing with Jiang Bo, their math teacher, holding hands.Now the school is only in the third and third grades of junior high school, and Meng Jianjun is still on vacation, what is he going to school for...

There is no good thing that has something to do with mathematics... Meng Tunan instinctively felt a chill down his back.He wanted to take a detour and go through the back door, but he heard a loud voice—"Tunan!"

Meng Tunan looked at Zhou Tao who was running towards him with a distorted expression, and scolded him bloodily in his heart.The other party ran over with the basketball in his arms, without realizing it, and his tone rose: "Courtyard, I'll tell you how crazy those grandchildren in Class 82 are..."

The ball is your grandfather's field.Meng Tunan closed his eyes and sighed, as expected, the next second his father's voice came from behind: "Meng Tunan—"

Zhou Tao was taken aback, he made a sad face at him while holding the basketball, and walked away a few times.Meng Tunan walked to his father resignedly, Jiang Bo pushed his glasses, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I still have to work hard for my grades... Then, Mr. Meng, I'm leaving first, and I still have classes tonight. "

The math teacher is gone.As soon as Meng Jianjun arrived at the school, he looked like a teacher. He approached Meng Tunan with his hands behind his back, and said slowly, "Math quiz 52?"

"..." Mengtunan lowered his head, "It's 5 points higher than last time."

Meng Jianjun snorted.Meng Tunan observed and found that his father didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so he should come to the school instead of looking for him.

Meng Tunan relaxed a little, his back straightened a lot, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

Meng Jianjun glanced at him: "Take you to dinner."

"Huh? Who will host the banquet?"

Meng Jianjun glanced at him and said, "I'll do it."

Meng Tunan was startled, and when he looked up again, he saw his father's expression stretched, he smiled and waved towards the entrance of the corridor, and said loudly, "Lu Yan, here!"

Mengtunan: "..."