let loose

Except for a moment of pause after being disturbed by outsiders, Jiang Zhou didn't react any more, which made Song Mian Xuankong's heart fall steadily.

Jiang Zhou is internet blind and rarely looks at his mobile phone.This is also the biggest reason why Song Mian is confident in finding a ghostwriter.

A rookie in the giant network of learning, usually cute, and can save his life at critical times.

Song Mian was well aware of this point, and she became more and more unscrupulous with that luck.On the surface, he is a positive and good student, and he never leaves his keyboard and mouse in private, and even added WeChat with Lu Yan later to facilitate delivery and payment.

……

The cherry blossoms downstairs in Gewulou are blooming, the breeze blows the branches, and the petals dance like spring rain.

One week before the league, No. [-] Middle School ushered in the first monthly exam of this semester.Usually the first quiz of a semester is relatively simple, aiming to consolidate the content learned in the previous semester.

Song Mian's foundation in mathematics is poor, so Jiang Zhou deliberately drew a few knowledge points that are easy to lose points for him to memorize.Song Mian was relaxed and seemed to be listening seriously, but when the results came down, she was still at the bottom.

Because of the simple type of questions, the overall score of the second year of high school this time was not bad, so even if Song Mian's total score was nearly 50 points higher than before, it could not change the fate of the bottom.

Jiang Zhou didn't care about his grades. Every time he took a class, he would draw on the test paper that Song Mian had just handed out. Occasionally, the tip of the pen paused to frown, and his fingers rested on his lower lip, looking lost in thought.

Evening self-study has not yet finished, and the classroom in Class [-] is very quiet, with occasional sounds of tables and chairs colliding or conversations, which are very subtle.

Song Mian buried herself in copying the class notes for Jiang Zhou during the day.

The boyfriend is very troublesome, he was asked to copy the notes, and he was ordered to think about it before copying. The handwriting must also be correct, and the basic writing should be kept clean. He just wrote stroke by stroke like a primary school student practicing calligraphy.

Jiang Zhou raised his index finger, tapped his desk lightly, and handed over a small notebook the size of a palm: "All the wrong questions are sorted here, go back and look up the formulas and analysis, and tomorrow I will go through your problem-solving steps again. "

Song Mian got used to it, took the notebook obediently, flipped through two pages casually, pretended to be serious and nodded, "Okay."

"The grades have improved this time." Jiang Zhou cleaned up the messy desktop, and cleaned up very slowly: "The correct rate of multiple-choice questions has improved. I will print a copy of the multiple-choice question types in two days. You can memorize it. remember."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Jiang Zhou's mouth, and he babbled about trivial things, as if he was very happy. He rarely had such a time, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and they were incredibly soft.

Song Mian responded with "Mmmm", silently put down the pen, and stared at him for a while with her head half propped up, her heart was full of joy.

Jiang Zhou had done a day's work on wrong questions, and his arms felt sore and weak. He moved his wrists, his eyelids drooped slightly, and quietly looked at the notes on Song Mian's desk, and soon fell asleep.

The subject competition is imminent, and the number of students who signed up for the competition this year is nearly double that of last year, including two students whose scores in several city entrance exams are closely behind Jiang Zhou.

Outsiders often think that the liberal arts are simple, and politics, history, and history are all written words, and high scores can be obtained by rote memorization alone. This kind of view is actually too biased.

As we all know, the total score of arts and sciences in Shanghai is 750. However, in the past three years, the number of people who can pass 700 in the liberal arts college entrance examination is zero, and there are nine sciences.

Although Jiang Zhou is called a god of learning, in fact he himself is not easy.Halfway through the second year of high school, this monthly exam is his highest total score, just 700.The difficulty of the monthly exam questions could not be compared with that of the competition, and Jiang Zhou was so stressed that he couldn't sleep all night.

He has stayed up lately for several days recently, worrying about Song Mian's studies when every second counts.Every time I find the basic questions for Song Mian, I have to squeeze the time out of more than a dozen competition papers, which is really exhausting.

Song Mian folded his arms on the table to rest his head, turned his head to the side, breathed in Jiang Zhou's shallow breath, and fell asleep.

Song Mian turned a page of the wrong question book after returning home. It took him more than two hours to understand the first big question. Thinking deeply, he fell into his old ways again.

He is used to being obedient and obedient, and ghostwriting is a fast and reliable channel for him to communicate consciously. He relies too much on it, thinking that it will be perfect every time.As a result, this time the car overturned on the boulevard, and it was a series of rear-end collisions at the crossroads, a series of overturns, and the overturn was very tragic.

The self-satisfaction that he had succeeded many times made him negligent, abandoned his initial cautiousness, and became careless, so that he didn't realize that Jiang Zhou just didn't like to look at his mobile phone, not that he didn't.

The last class in the morning was Chinese, after the bell rang, Ye Qing ordered a few students to go to the Moral Education Department after lunch, Song Mian was one of them.

After noon, the whole school is immersed in the lunch break. It is not as quiet as the night, and the life is more lively during the day. The occasional bird calls from afar, or the spring breeze blowing locust leaves between the trees.

The clouds are very thin these days, and the sky is clear. Today's temperature has risen a few degrees compared to the previous two days. It is hot at noon with only a coat on.

Ye Qing's office is on the third floor, Song Mian knocked on the door, shouted a report, and when he entered, he passed the previous person, who had obviously just finished training, with a downcast expression on his face.

Seeing him coming, Ye Qing raised his chin towards the opposite side: "Sit."

She leaned forward to take a glass of warm water, put it on the opposite side, and motioned for Song Mian to drink: "Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Song Mian took half a step back, hooked the legs of the chair and sat down, glanced at the rippling liquid in the water glass at the end of her eyes, and then retracted suddenly.

"do not know."

He said.

This office is not big, there are two empty desks in the aisle beside Ye Qing's desk, the freezer and potted plants in the corner take up a lot of space, it's relatively small in the teachers' office, probably because of It is quiet with few people.

The room is very hot, this season is in an embarrassing period, there is a little tail in spring, and there is still a little distance in summer, the air conditioner is still blowing warm air.

Ye Qing quietly stared at Song Mian for a moment.

The young man in front of him was full of hostility, and his brows and eyes were full of unconcealable impatience.The school uniform was loosely worn, and the white hat with the hoodie inside hung up at the neck indiscriminately. One of the sleeves reached the fingertips, and the other rolled up to the elbow. His legs were splayed, and he sat sluggishly.

Too perverse.

Ye Qing took out a notebook from the desk case and opened it, took out a fountain pen and lifted the cap, and drew a few circles on the notebook.

Song Mian was stared at uncomfortably, she nodded her head, her eyes followed her movements, and her eyes fell on the exercise book spread out on the desk.

It was his winter vacation homework, and his name was written on the cover, just two characters, and it looked like a bunch of radicals made up of ramblings, it was so fucking ugly.

"This is your homework, and you did all the questions in it yourself?" Ye Qing pushed the homework book in front of him, and said, "All the multiple-choice questions are correct, poetry appreciation is even more surprising, and I know there is a trick called Dingzhen, There are several pages of answers that are even more incisive than the standard answers."

"I've looked through these answers several times," Ye Qing said, "No matter how you look at this word, it doesn't look like your little toad word that is scurrying around."

Ye Qing closed the book and asked him to read his own name on the cover: "Although the trajectory of this font is imitated as much as possible. But Song Mian, I have taught you for two years."

Ye Qingnian, Ji Qing, has not long teaching experience. The first class he took after graduation was Song Mian's class in the first year of high school. Later, he joined the second year and sixth year of high school. He knows Song Mian better than Chu Xiaonan.

Her expression was usually serious, Song Mian was a little embarrassed, the embarrassment of being seen through made him almost lower his head to the ground, wishing he could burrow into a hole in the ground.

"What's more, your correct answer rate is not quite like your usual performance."

Seeing him drooping his head, ears turning red, Ye Qing paused for a while, thought for a while and said, "Your mother called me this morning and asked me about your monthly exam results."

Song Mian raised her head.

"I told the truth." Ye Qing said, "She was silent there for a long time, maybe a minute or two, before she said, saying that their family is very smart, please don't give up on you."

"Actually, it's not only me, Xiaolin and the others also know."

Song Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and she raised her head completely.

He didn't expect that Shu Yan would take the initiative to contact his teachers in private. For a moment, the shame of the low test scores rose from the bottom of his heart to his cheeks, and he felt his face was hot.

"Why didn't my mother come and ask me..."

he muttered.

"Ask you what to do? Did you tell her yourself that you got more than 300 points?" Ye Qing looked at him: "750 points. I didn't say it. I'll beat you to death if you don't study hard. If you don’t write your homework carefully, and take the money your parents earned from running around the world to find someone to write it for you, do you think you can’t live too much?”

Song Mian: "..."

Song Mian suddenly had mixed feelings in his heart. Either he felt that his behavior was too much, or he felt embarrassed by being discovered and stripped layer by layer to be criticized in the open.

He didn't make a sound, curled his left index finger slightly, unconsciously picking at the tail of the boat hidden under the tape measure chain.

"There is always a story in life." Ye Qing said, "What is your story up to now? What about in the future? Is it the son of a famous celebrity, or someone from a street in the city? "

"Whether your story is wonderful or not depends on how you want to write it." Ye Qing looked at him, drank his saliva and continued: "I don't deny that your appearance can provide you with many shortcuts, but relying on appearance alone, the road How far can you go? After 30 years, 40 years, can you guarantee that your face will still look like this?"

Song Mian clicked her tongue, subconsciously touched the left side of her cheek, it felt soft and slippery, she put her hand down in a panic within a few seconds.

"Yes, it's not that the only way to get ahead is to study." Ye Qing said earnestly: "But you are a student now, you are already in this position, and you can do whatever you want. I hope you will think hard, don't To avoid these things. Even if it is a little harder than before? Accumulate little by little, and there will always be gains after a long time."

"The road ahead is so long, no one will always drag you along, you have to learn to know the road by yourself and be your own backer."

……

When Song Mian returned to the classroom, her steps were a little wandering, and she staggered in the corridor.

In fact, since he was in high school, he has heard a lot of chicken soup. It is nothing more than belittling his studies. It is always those words that have not changed for thousands of years. The same rhetoric from different teachers will automatically be blocked by the ears over time. These, so he has never thought about it carefully.

About the present, about the future.

When Song Mian entered the classroom, she found that the atmosphere was not right. There was a table in the front row that was turned over on the ground, and there was a girl lying on the table next to her, her shoulders shrugged occasionally, as if she was crying or something.

"what happened?"

He walked over to help straighten the table, and asked Cheng Liang, who was picking things up.

"Yang Luoluo fainted just now, and Chu Qing resigned to the infirmary." Cheng Liang stroked his sleeves and stood up: "There was a lot of movement. Everyone was sleepy before, so I was shocked."

"I guess I haven't had a good rest after staying up late every day," said the end of the season. "Isn't there a competition next Monday? I think she's been studying questions all day long. She doesn't seem to have lunch at noon, so she just sits there and reads."

"Fuck, it seems that it's really hard to be a top student." Zhang Jin said, "Sooner or later your body will collapse if you go on like this."

Since you can’t bear it, let’s put it aside for now, can’t you just study after resting? You have to do something like this, rushing for a day or two, and don’t even care about your health.

Song Mian frowned briefly, then quickly let go, and found Jiang Zhou looking at his phone when he returned to his seat.

Jiang Zhou's hand was very pretty, but the back of his hand was slightly red after he exerted some force on the fingers holding the phone, but his face didn't seem very good-looking.

"elder brother?"

Song Mian looked at his hands for a while, then called out.

Jiang Zhou didn't move, blinked his eyes a few times, his eyelashes stretched over his eyelids, and there was a shallow crease at the end of his eyes, like a perfectly curved crescent moon, bright and beautiful.

"Have you finished the homework I asked you to do last night?"

After a long time, after Song Miangu sat back in his seat, Jiang Zhou asked.

"what……"

Song Mian froze for a moment, then dug into the belly of the table with her right hand for a while, and took out a draft notebook.

Jiang Zhou took it and glanced at it for a second before turning it over again. Song Mian saw that he seemed to have taken a deep and long breath, pinched the center of his eyebrows for a long time, opened and closed his mouth several times, but his face became more and more pale. The more sinking.

"Brother? Am I writing this wrong?" Song Mian tilted her head to look at him: "Do you want to..."

"No need." Jiang Zhou interrupted him: "That's right, the formula is correct, the steps are complete, and the punctuation marks have been carefully copied without any mistakes."

"I didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning last night. I was waiting for you to ask me something I didn't understand, but I didn't wait." He put the phone on Song Mian's desk, and the screen was still glowing.

Song Mian lowered his eyes to look at the phone, it was the chat dialog between him and Lu Yan.The chat history stopped at the "leave note" sent by the other party more than 40 minutes ago, saying that he had something to do next week and could not accept the job.

Jiang Zhou confiscated Song Mian’s mobile phone before every class, and Song Mian didn’t take precautions. In order to make her boyfriend happy, she played for a while after class, handed it in on time, and returned it to Jiang Zhou. Fingerprints were also taken.

Song Mian's heart suddenly went blank, and he felt scared after knowing it.

If he walks too much at night, he will always run into ghosts. The situation has developed to the present, and it is his own fault.

"I overstepped the rules and dragged you away unilaterally." Jiang Zhou looked at him with deep disappointment in his eyes.After being silent for a while, his expression returned to the state of the first acquaintance, cold and indifferent: "Now that I think about it, it seems that it is not accurate to say that I am dragging you away, and I have never asked you if you are willing. I am self-righteous." , in an attempt to change your state of life."

"I thought liking was the same, with common goals and common ideals, and I wanted to take you to a farther future, so I thought you were willing to follow me."

"Sorry……"

Song Mian was completely panicked, and grabbed Jiang Zhou's hand, her heart seemed to be entangled and strangled by some weird and difficult vines in the deep mountains, causing pain like tearing.

Jiang Zhou is still so indifferent, his family upbringing is so good that even if he is angry, he can't show a hideous face, making it hard for people to catch him.

Jiang Zhou struggled, and got his hand out of his hand. Song Mian wanted to grab it again, but the phone was accidentally thrown to the ground. With a bang, the two people at the front table turned their heads to look at the ground at the same time, and then looked at each other with different faces. The two different people smiled and helped to pick up the phone.