Five years simulation three years first

Few people want to study hard at night.Those who didn't go to the hospital eat melons everywhere, for fear that they might miss some details.

Tai Mei has become the focus of everyone for a long time, and is enshrined in the center by the stars: "If you say that the situation changed at that time, seeing the enemy team break through with the ball, our general Li Guohaotai collapsed in front of him, and his face did not change. Shouting that Huangkou Xiaoer was so rude, he rushed forward heroically—”

Feng Zhou tapped the podium with the teaching aid triangle: "Have you finished the questions left in the morning?"

He was infected by Lu Xiaonan's violent management style, and now he is getting more and more comfortable with knocking on the table with a triangle board.

Tai Mei's storytelling was interrupted, and she looked back at him with a bitter face: "Feng Xueba, can you give me a day off?"

Feng Zhou categorically refused: "No."

Tai Mei sighed resignedly, took out a piece of draft paper with only the title copied from the stack of books at the corner of the table, and began to draw the force analysis with her forehead.

Yu Shaochun was listening happily at the side, when he suddenly felt a murderous look coming towards him.He raised his head quietly and found Feng Zhou standing on the podium staring at him.

Like an angry squirrel.

When he thought of this, the smile on his face deepened, and he whistled at Feng Zhou with a bit of mischievousness, and it was not surprising to see a certain thin-skinned person blushing again.

Feng Zhou returned to his seat and asked him: "Where is the task I assigned you? Just chat with them after writing it?"

Yu Shaochun put three pages of printing paper on his desk: "It's finished, please read it."

"So obedient?" He glanced at Yu Shaochun.

Although there was such an incident that disrupted his study plan with Yu Shaochun, it still did not prevent Feng Zhou from returning rationally in a timely manner. He did not forget his original intention and took his boyfriend to discuss how to improve his English performance all afternoon, and finally threatened and lured him. Let him agree to write three pages of English questions every day.

Yu Shaochun claimed that it is impossible to write questions for those who have difficulty in English at the tenth level, but in fact he can hold his nose and do everything he should do every day.Although the level can still be called appalling, it is actually getting better slowly.

Both of them are smart people, and they won't really struggle with their own grades.

"Did you understand what was wrong yesterday?"

Yu Shaochun lay on his arms and looked at him, prolonging his tone deliberately: "It's clear."

"Then tell me why you chose C." Feng Zhou didn't believe him, so he randomly pulled out a reading he did yesterday, and pointed to a question he missed.

Yu Shaochun circled the last sentence of the third paragraph of the article: "Feng Xueba, have you ever thought about becoming a teacher in the future? I think you are suitable to be a teacher."

"It's not your turn to worry about me for the time being," Feng Zhou said, stretching out his hand to pinch Yu Shaochun's ear, "Didn't this cloze see the plural of the subject before and choose the singular? Do you want me to register you at the ophthalmology department? "

The three pages of English questions were quickly corrected.Feng Zhou put down the red pen, and habitually aligned today's and previous days' papers, only to find that the stack of papers had been sorted out first, with a neat clip on the upper left corner.There were also a few loose-leaf papers in that stack of papers, with handwritten words on them, and the tails of the words were slightly upturned, which was his writing habit.

Why are you so interested in learning English all of a sudden?

He looked at Yu Shaochun in surprise, and chuckled lightly: "It's quite considerate."

"I've always been very caring," Yu Shaochun brazenly accepted the compliment, "Teacher Feng has worked hard for me as a private tutor, and helping the teacher organize the papers is what I should."

"If you look at the level of the questions you have done in the past two weeks, it will not be a problem for you to achieve a stable English score of 120 in the middle term the day after tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he was about to get up to collect the page of questions left for the morning self-study, but Yu Shaochun held down his hand.

"...Can you restrain yourself in the classroom."

Feng Zhou was taken aback by him, and secretly glanced at a few people not far away.

Yu Shaochun didn't want to let go: "I just passed 100 in the last English test, and this time I improved by 20 points. Is there any reward? Teacher Feng?"

"You take the 120 test first and then talk about it."

"No," he acted like a child, rubbing the back of Feng Zhou's hand with his palm maliciously, "I want to pay the reward in advance, so maybe I can get 130 in the exam."

"What's your hurry?"

"Just worry," he said, "I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't go out this time."

How could there be no chance?

It is estimated that if he continues to insist on "no reward", he will never give up.

Feng Zhou sighed and said in a low voice, "Then what do you want?"

Yu Shaochun seemed to have succeeded in a trick, and slowly let go of his hand: "How about going out with me on weekends?"

***

On the weekend, Feng Zhou once again stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring in a daze at the black, white and gray in his wardrobe.

For some reason, his mind was full of Yu Shaochun's brightly colored clothes, and he wanted to choose one that would match him a bit, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't choose one from black, white and gray.

Feng Zhou sighed, closed his eyes and pulled out one at random. Just as he was about to put the other sets back on the sofa, he heard someone knock on the door.

Feng Zhou's grandmother stood outside the door, lowering her head and fiddling with the motorcycle helmet strap around her neck.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhou looked like a child who had been caught sneaking out to play, his movements flustered, "Come in quickly."

Grandma waved her hand: "Don't go in, the old man insists on eating pickles, I have to go back and cook for him, otherwise I will lose my temper with me, I won't eat this or that, it's hard to serve."

She took out a plastic bag from her pocket and handed it to him: "Here, they say this custard biscuit is delicious, try it."

Feng Zhou quickly took it over: "You're riding a motorcycle again? It's too dangerous. Didn't I tell you to take the subway?"

Grandma waved her hand: "I've been riding for many years, so I don't have to worry about it. Grandma is gone, Zhou Zhou, take good care of yourself, eat more and drink more water, you've lost weight."

After she finished speaking, she was about to go out. Feng Zhou looked at her back that was a little more bent than the Spring Festival, and for no reason remembered what Yu Shaochun said before.

To love someone is to express it.

He suddenly shouted: "Wait."

Grandma turned around and looked at him inexplicably.

Feng Zhou took a deep breath, strode forward, and hugged her very stiffly.

"what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," he plucked up his courage and said softly, "Grandma, I...I love you."

Grandma didn't expect that her grandson, who had always been emotionally indifferent, could express his emotions so bluntly, and his eyes narrowed with joy: "Grandma also loves Zhou Zhou, so Zhou Zhou must take good care of himself, you know? Even if you are tired, you can’t eat or sleep.”

Feng Zhou's face was hot, he nodded, and let go of the arm holding her: "I will go to your house to accompany you during my summer vacation, okay?"

"Okay," said grandma, "then you come here, and grandma will cook something delicious for you. Tell me what you want to eat and make a list of recipes, so I can go shopping with your grandpa."

Feng Zhou was amused by her and smiled: "There are still two months until the summer vacation, don't worry."

Grandma stood at the door of the elevator and looked at him: "It's not far away, the days with hope go by fast."

Is there a day to look forward to?

Feng Zhou watched the elevator door slowly close, and the little old lady was still persistently waving at him from behind the elevator door.

If you want to go back to grandma's house during the summer vacation, how about taking Yu Shaochun with you?He should be the kind of kid that the elders like the most, right?

Feng Zhou was thinking wildly when the cell phone on the table next to him suddenly rang.

"Feng Xueba, the situation has changed." Yu Shaochun said heavily on the phone.

Feng Zhou's heart tightened: "What's wrong with you?"

"No," Yu Shaochun knew that he had misunderstood himself, "This matter is a bit complicated, we'll talk about it when you come."

The voice on the phone was too heavy, Feng Zhou thought something had happened to him, so he hurried to the place where they had agreed to meet, and saw Yu Shaochun's ostentatious colorful clothes from a distance.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and just about to ask what happened, he saw a child standing beside Yu Shaochun who looked unhappy.

The child is less than 1.3 meters tall. He may have just reached the age where he needs to buy a ticket to ride a bus. His hair is in a stylish shape. He wears a pair of orange sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and wears a shirt of the same color. Compared with the person next to him, he is more conspicuous Not much less.

"This is......"

Yu Shaochun reluctantly introduced: "My uncle."

"Yu Shaochun," the child stood in front of him with his hips akimbo, with a serious face, "Are you polite?"

"Is there any courtesy for you?"

"Don't be too arrogant, sooner or later I will be better than you."

It doesn't look like the relationship between the two is too rosy.

Feng Zhou bent down and tried to communicate with the child: "I'm Feng Zhou, how about you?"

The child wiped his nose, without being stage-frightened at all, and introduced himself generously: "My name is Shen Xingli, Xingli of 'Xinghan is brilliant, if you come out of it', I am in the fourth grade of elementary school this year, and you are the grade that beat my good-for-nothing brother First?"

Accurate Thunder Stepping No.1.

Yu Shaochun really exploded at one point: "Brother trash?"

"Aren't you trash?" Shen Xingli curled her lips, "It's really shameful that you can't turn over after being crushed for two years."

Feng Zhou felt that Yu Shaochun's family really had a lot of personality.

"So what's going on here?" Feng Zhou asked him.

"My unreliable uncle had a meeting today, and my aunt went to City G on a business trip a few days earlier, and no one took him with me," Yu Shaochun said, "So I beg grandpa to sue grandma for throwing me such a burden."

Looking down at the child's unruly hairstyle, Feng Zhou thought for no reason of himself who was sent everywhere when he was a child, and suddenly had a feeling of sympathy with him: "Don't call the child a burden."

"Come on," Yu Shaochun said sarcastically, "He's a gifted child, he probably thinks we are a burden."

He was actually in a bad mood.For today's date, he stayed up all night to make a strategy, checked the online celebrity check-in date spots on the small fan book, and listed ABCD four plans, but before everything started, it was completely ended by a brat.

Bear children, killers of harmonious families, destroyers of romantic weekends.

How could Yu Shaochun not hate him.

But the date and the brat get along very well, chatting on the spot, as if they have known each other for many years.

Seeing the rare gentleness on Feng Zhou's face, he felt even more upset, and dragged Shen Xingli aside by the back collar: "Take you to the amusement park, do you want to go?"

Shen Xingli felt a little unhappy about being interrupted, and folded his arms in an old-fashioned way and "hummed": "Go if you want, I really can't help you, so naive."

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