Xueba, wake up

The weekends of the third year of high school are not called weekends, they are called big breaks and small breaks.

A big rest every two weeks, the so-called big rest is more than one day off in half a month, from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning.

A small break means that the weekends without a big break are all used for self-study, usually for exams.

Monthly exams are no longer a big deal, and now there are ten-day exams, weekly exams, and even daily exams.

"Are the unwritten questions correct?" Yan Sheng asked in a low voice when Teacher Qin was talking about the subjective questions.

"By the way, if you count it up, there are probably fifteen or sixteen, and the grade is two hundred and six." He Zhonghe scratched the answers to the subjective questions with a red pen.

"Assuming that from now until the college entrance examination every month, I can enter a rank," Yan Sheng said, "the college entrance examination will be invincible."

"Painted cake No. 1." He Zhonghe smiled wryly.

"I don't understand. What's your intention to score low in the test?" Yan Sheng asked.

"Just... Hu Teng suddenly became a dark horse during the college entrance examination, and became a blockbuster, how cool." He Zhonghe didn't say it was Du Lanzhen's reason.

Although his temporary reason was equally far-fetched and naive.

This monthly exam is a good way to find out my own level, and I also understand that it is a good thing to squeeze into the top five without working hard during the summer vacation. There is still more than half a year, and if you really want to be a blockbuster, you have to work harder.

He Zhonghe didn't go home directly on the Friday afternoon of the big break. The city library is not far from here. He walked there alone with a few test questions on his back.

Yan Sheng didn't go with him, saying that he was going to work at the bar in Da Niao, while Shi Yujie went to meet the little girl he had just chatted with online.

There are not many people in the study room of the library. Some people are preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination with tablet notebooks, but most of them are students wearing the uniforms of Huitan No. [-] Middle School and Senior Three.

In fact, studying at home is much more comfortable than here. You can make a cup of tea and put it aside, and you can do it in any position while lying down.

But He Zhonghe is now very persistent in the learning environment, and more than half of his high school life has been loosened up.

He is like a spinning top now, whether he is in school or on vacation, he only spins back and forth at home, school and library.

Now that you have started, you have to give yourself an explanation.

Du Lanzhen sent a message just now saying that she would not be going home tonight, and He Zhonghe, catching on to the fact that he was working hard on the function project, decided to spend the night in the library before going home.

Went to the downstairs restaurant to have a casual meal and returned to the study room. People had already left one after another, and he and a girl were left at the long table.

The girl was a seat away from him, she seemed to be an art examinee, and there were several film and television college entrance examination question banks and an introduction to directing spread out on the table.

It is not easy for art candidates who start learning art in the third year of high school. Although they usually stay in institutions for five days out of seven and do not go to school, the pressure is not less than that of cultural students. moon.

There are a lot of people with the lowest grades in the class who were persuaded by Lao Zheng to study art at the end of the second semester of high school. In fact, many off-campus art test institutions are not reliable. A prestigious school or a similar school and then change majors.

The girl next to me sat from four o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the night, and only took two breaks during the period.

The library is very quiet at night, and the librarian returns books lightly.

The phone vibrated, He Zhonghe turned it to silent, and opened WeChat, it was Yansheng's news.

-where

- the library is squatting

- auntie call me and let me see if you're home

-...to my mother

- come back early

-[OK/]

Just as he was about to continue with the quizzes, a mobile phone was slowly stretched out from the side table, and a large QR code was displayed on it.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, then turned to look at the girl.

The girl pushed the phone towards him again.

That's embarrassing.

It's not good to reject someone, and maybe they just want to make friends.He Zhonghe hesitantly picked up his phone and scanned it.

After adding it, the girl gave a note, her name is Yu Xin.

Then they sent two emoticons to each other politely and stopped talking, Yu Xin packed up his things and left.

As soon as she walked through the large study room, He Zhonghe's world was under his control. He stood up and moved around, and continued to study the questions.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the window in front of the desk was covered with rain stars at some point.Yan Sheng took off his earphones and put down his pen.

Gently opened the door, the voice-activated light in the corridor was not on, and the cat eyes of He Zhonghe's house did not shine out in the darkness.

Maybe it's back to sleep?

Yan Sheng hesitated for a moment, and sent He Zhonghe a full stop.

He Zhonghe quickly replied: What the hell is it three o'clock? !

Yan Sheng was very helpless, what to do if the child was stunned by learning.

He Zhonghe quickly got up to pack his books and pens. He stood a little anxiously at this stop, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, his heart rate was very chaotic, and he felt dizzy.

He usually doesn't stay up late, and he doesn't go to bed later than one o'clock at the latest. If he has a bad heart, he should avoid staying up late.

And I didn't go home and didn't bring medicine tonight, so I missed a meal.

Although I don't know if taking a meal of medicine will be as terrible as what my mother said, but he is really uncomfortable standing up now, and he is short of breath.

It was raining outside, and He Zhonghe didn't have the habit of carrying an umbrella with him.I turned on the taxi app and waited for five or six minutes to receive the order, but nothing happened.

A senior high school boy died suddenly in the library on a rainy night.

While trying to catch up on the news screen, the phone that had just been turned off turned on.

-I will pick you up

When the two came out of the library gate with the same umbrella, it was raining heavily, and the trousers were wet and stuck to their ankles, and the wind was cold and uncomfortable.

When they first held an umbrella, the two were still very cautious, but now they are very calm when they squeeze together under the same umbrella.

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" He Zhonghe was a little shaky while walking.

"Didn't you promise Auntie to check the guard for her?" Yansheng tilted the umbrella towards him, and noticed that he was a little breathless, "Uncomfortable?"

"Staying up all night, math is killing me." He Zhonghe took a deep breath, coughed for a long time, "dizziness."

At that time, he was supposed to be brought back when the dark sky was approaching. Yan Sheng never thought that he could stay so selfless until now.Mainly because he was too busy in the afternoon and went to the studio to record a video in less than 3 minutes.

"Go to the hospital?" Yan Sheng asked.

"Impossible." He Zhonghe frowned. He often went to the hospital, but he almost never went there for his illness that had plagued him for more than ten years.

Staring at the rain curtain outside the umbrella, a trace of doubt arose in the chaos of my mind, my mother never seemed to take him to review or something...

He suddenly found that he hadn't paid much attention to the disease. His mother helped him take care of it. The weekly medicines were put into separate pill boxes. His mother canceled the sports meeting for him. She had no effect on diet. in control.

He couldn't even be sure in his mother's ambiguous explanation of the disease, to what extent he was cured of the disease, whether it was cured or not.

A strange idea suddenly flashed in my mind.

This disease seems to be parasitized on his body manually by his mother, as long as she doesn't mention it, it seems... It doesn't exist.

But he didn't continue to think about this outrageous idea, because after going home and lying down all morning, he felt even more uncomfortable.

When resting, my heart rate directly soared to more than 130, my whole body felt weak, and I had a splitting headache.

After taking the medicine, he lay in a daze for a whole day before recovering.

It is very uneconomical, doing a few hours of questions, wasting a day's study time, blood loss.

He Zhonghe was a little surprised that his mind was still full of studies in such a situation where he almost died suddenly. Old Zheng would probably be moved to cry after hearing this.

Du Lanzhen was on a business trip, and she was still not at home tonight, so He Zhonghe ran across the door to have dinner.

When Yan Sheng ate with him, he seldom ordered takeaway, which was too oily and contained too much salt.

He Zhonghe watched him cook in a particularly comfortable manner, and made troubles to show his presence.

"Let's play with the noodles." Just after he finished destroying the iron stick yam, He Zhonghe quietly put the broken yam back and moved to Yansheng's side.

Yansheng is rolling out the dough and making wontons at night.

"How old are you?" Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe scratched his face a little, and quickly moved aside.

When Yan Sheng adjusted the stuffing, He Zhonghe reached out and put a small lump of noodles in front of him.

He picked it up and looked at it.The noodles are twisted into small strips and turned a few times, with a sharp point on top.

"Is it very similar?" He Zhonghe asked proudly.

"I'll cook this stuff in a while." Yan Sheng put the small noodle excrement he kneaded aside, "then put it in your bowl."

"Oh no, I was wrong." He Zhonghe smiled and grabbed it and threw it into the trash can.

Yan Sheng glanced at the stove: "The pot is on, go and take off the lid."

He Zhonghe walked over, lifted the lid of the pot and put it on again.

"...Just put it on the side after flipping it off." Yan Sheng said.

"Oh." He Zhonghe took off the lid of the pot, and put it aside.

"Put it upside down, or it will get dirty." Yan Sheng walked over helplessly, and turned down the fire, "The case has been solved, you are three years old."

"Young kitchen killer." He Zhonghe added.

"It's the mental retardation in the kitchen." Yan Sheng corrected.

"I tried frying eggs before. After the oil was heated, I smashed the eggs and then added water..."

"Let me see." Yan Sheng turned his head to look at his face, "It's a miracle that he didn't have any disfigurement."

"Because the oil splashed out at that time, I quickly turned off the fire and ran away." He Zhonghe clicked his tongue, "It was very thrilling."

"You..." Yan Sheng smiled, raised his hand and put it down again.

He Zhonghe looked at the flour in his hand and lowered his head: "Touch it, it's fine, I just wash it later."

Yan Sheng narrowed his eyes: "Who said I want to touch it."

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, embarrassed.

Normally, shouldn't there be a head-to-head kill?

Why, I'm tired of playing conditioned reflexes for others!

"Look at you being so active." Yan Sheng looked at him and his expression froze in embarrassment, showing bad intentions, "Then give me a hug."

"Ah?" He Zhonghe was stunned.

"What's the matter, haven't you hugged me?" Yan Sheng pretended to be puzzled.

This is very open.

He Zhonghe stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds, then gave him a perfunctory hug.Rather than hugging, it was more like bumping each other face to face, and then quickly left the kitchen.

Yan Sheng looked at the bubbling pot and laughed for a while.

During the meal, He Zhonghe was still slumping on the beanbag sofa and groping, while Yansheng wiped his hands with kitchen paper and brought the dishes to the table.

He Zhonghe's cell phone was placed on the table, and it vibrated several times, the screen turned on and off.

Yan Sheng glanced at it: "News."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe stroked the cat's ears, and said casually, "Help me see who."

"Yu Xin." Yan Sheng took a look, then looked up at He Zhonghe, "Are you free for a meal?"

He Zhonghe suddenly felt guilty and almost threw the cat out.

"Help me back to her. You said you have an appointment." He Zhonghe cleared his throat.

"Yeah." Yan Sheng stood in front of the dining table, propped his hands on the table, and said slowly while typing, "Ting Hai, you, you have an appointment and you are still being missed."

Is the wonton dish not well adjusted?

It seems to be able to smell a vague vinegar smell.