There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

Feng Jiayang came out of the balcony stepping on slippers, Qi Yu raised his head when he heard the sound, and glanced at the kitchen: "The porridge is in the pot."

Feng Jiayang couldn't be in the mood to eat, he opened the refrigerator, glanced twice, and closed it impatiently.

Fuck, forgot to buy wine.

Qi Yu's voice came again: "Why don't you eat something."

Feng Jiayang turned his head, looked at Qi Yu who was sitting at the dining table, and said without thinking: "You study so well, your parents must be very proud."

Qi Yu didn't expect Feng Jiayang to say such a word, he frowned for a while and then quickly recovered.He closed the book, dumped the leftover porridge in the bowl into the trash can, turned and went into the kitchen.

Feng Jiayang stood aside, feeling a little funny, why did he tell Qi Yu these things.

He scratched his hair and was about to go back to sleep when Qi Yu's dull voice suddenly came from the kitchen: "No one will be proud."

Feng Jiayang paused, and it took him 2 minutes to realize what Qi Yu said?

He looked at Qi Yu who was serious about washing the dishes in puzzlement, and for a moment he didn't know how to speak, how could such an outstanding person have no one to be proud of him.

Qi Yu raised his head and asked again: "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

Feng Jiayang shook his head, Kang Ruhui's voice echoed in his head over and over again. At the age of 17, shame usually accounts for 70.00%, and the remaining 30.00% is ridiculous fantasy.

Qi Yu didn't know what Feng Jiayang was thinking at the moment, the pointer on the wall pointed to [-]:[-], and the old people in the community basically fell asleep around [-]:[-], and it was eerily quiet outside.

Feng Jiayang seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and asked, "Is there still time to study now?"

It's a bit funny to say this from the mouth of the school bully at the bottom of the list, but Qi Yu didn't show any surprise or contempt, but just nodded expressionlessly.

Feng Jiayang said "Oh", and after 2 minutes, he seemed to have made up his mind and asked, "Then can you teach me how to study?"

Qi Yu put down the bowl, thought for a while before answering: "Okay."

There are 12 classes in the second grade of Yangping No. [-] Middle School. Classes [-] to [-] are arts classes, classes [-] to [-] are science classes, classes [-] and [-] are arts and sports classes, and class [-] is science, arts and sports classes.

Qi Yu's sixth class and Feng Jiayang's ninth class are both science classes, and most of the teachers are the same person, so the course progress and homework are basically the same.

Feng Jiayang's foundation is weak, and it may be even more difficult to explain the homework directly.Qi Yu glanced at Feng Jiayang who was sitting on the sidelines, so he had no choice but to choose a relatively simple basic question from the textbook, wanting to know Feng Jiayang's level.

Feng Jiayang snatched Qi Yu's pen, scribbled and drew, and finally lay down on the table for more than 20 minutes before raising his head and saying no.

Qi Yu took out the draft paper and explained it carefully, but Feng Jiayang didn't understand, so he said it again, but Feng Jiayang still didn't understand.

Qi Yu didn't bother, he divided the problem-solving steps into four parts, and refined each part, and finally waited patiently for Feng Jiayang to digest and understand.

It wasn't until the fifth time that Feng Jiayang finally understood the general idea. Except that he didn't understand why this formula was necessary for this type of question and couldn't remember the formula at all, the effect was pretty good.

Qi Yu found another similar problem and asked Feng Jiayang to apply the formula.

This time Feng Jiayang figured it out, he stretched vigorously, compared the reference answer and said in disbelief: "Damn it, I really figured it out myself."

Qi Yu put down his pen and praised: "Well, it's not stupid."

Feng Jiayang was not annoyed either, and boasted to himself with a smile: "Brother's IQ is no less than that of Sherlock Holmes."

Qi Yu retorted sincerely: "Holmes will not solve a case five or six times."

Feng Jiayang snorted: "What do you know? Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. How can you come to a conclusion if you don't practice a few times."

Qi Yu listened to the scumbag's unreasonable words, and unconsciously hung an indistinct smile on the corner of his mouth, and echoed: "Yes, Brother Jia is right in everything."

Feng Jiayang was stunned. What surprised him was not that Qi Yu would jokingly call him brother, but that the usually cold nerd actually laughed.

There is actually a dimple on Qi Yu's right cheek, which is not very obvious. If he hadn't smiled, Feng Jiayang would not have noticed it.

"No, I made a mistake." Qi Yu changed his words suddenly.

Feng Jiayang came back to his senses and asked doubtfully, "What?"

Qi Yu explained seriously: "It shouldn't be called Brother Jia, it should be Brother Erma."

Feng Jiayang still didn't understand what it meant.

Qi Yu stretched out his finger and pointed to the cover of Feng Jiayang's mathematics textbook.Feng Jiayang looked down, his name was written in the name column on the cover.

Open teeth and claws, especially arrogant.

As ugly as you want, the word "Feng" is even more outrageous, if you don't look carefully, it's really two horses.

Feng Jiayang slapped the textbook with a "slap", changed his face instantly, and threatened: "If you dare to call me again, I will beat you."

Seeing that it was not too early, Qi Yu got up and cleaned up the items on the table, ready to wash and go to bed, and when he reached the door, he responded to Feng Jiayang: "Understood, Brother Er Ma."

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Feng Jiayang twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Qi Yu's leaving back, and couldn't help cursing: This forced play should hold a grudge.

Feng Jiayang used his brain overload tonight, he yawned, fell asleep on the bed.

When he woke up the next day, he found that his eyes were a little hard to open. He rubbed them gently, and the pain made him want to curse instantly.

"Ah—" Feng Jiayang roared at the top of his voice.

There was a sound outside the door, and it didn't take long for muffled footsteps approaching quickly.

Qi Yu knocked on the door symbolically, and without waiting for Feng Jiayang to reply, he opened the door and walked in, and said in a low voice, "Why are you howling so early in the morning? Remind you that the old lady next door has a bad heart."

Feng Jiayang squinted his eyes and did not forget to retort: ​​"The old man and the old lady have already gone out to visit the morning market."

Qi Yu leaned against the door frame: "You don't even look at what time it is, you're back early."

Feng Jiayang jumped up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, looking at the red and swollen eyes that could not be opened in the mirror, he felt irritated instantly.

Qi Yu saw something was wrong, and asked Feng Jiayang who was looking in the mirror, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"What the hell can I do, it's swollen." Feng Jiayang turned on the tap and washed his face.

"It looks swollen." Qi Yu responded angrily, and asked again, "You last night..."

"Didn't watch the movie." Feng Jiayang interrupted him, and wiped his face carelessly with a towel.

Qi Yu paused for 2 minutes, his scumbag's thinking was really bad enough, "What I want to ask is what time did you play games last night."

Feng Jiayang hangs the towel on the wall in embarrassment. When he is in a bad mood, he always speaks out of his head. In addition, he is used to joking with Wang Xiaowei and He Xi, so he didn't realize who he was talking to.

Feng Jiayang came out of the bathroom, facing a red and swollen half-open right eye, gritted his teeth and said slowly: "I went to bed after you left last night, and I didn't do anything."

"Oh," Qi Yu nodded, "That's learning and learning."

Isn't that what it is!

Feng Jiayang froze in place, thinking that if He Xi and Wang Xiaowei knew that his eyes were swollen from studying last night, they would die laughing on the spot.

Qi Yu took two steps forward, watching Feng Jiayang's eyes carefully.

Feng Jiayang couldn't bear Qi Yu's sudden approach, so he took two steps back impatiently, knocking off Qi Yu's extended right hand, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move around." Qi Yu ordered.

Feng Jiayang bit the bullet and blinked, then heard Qi Yu say: "It's probably a stye." He was dubious: "You still see a doctor?"

Qi Yu let out a "huh" and straightened up, "I've had it before."

The scumbag was surprised: "Study well?"

"No." Qi Yu shook his head.

"Damn it—" Feng Jiayang came to his senses, looked at Qi Yu in shock and asked in disbelief, "You don't just watch movies, do you?"

You idiot, Qi Yu scolded in his heart.

Seeing Feng Jiayang's funny expression, Qi Yu suddenly said out of nowhere with interest: "Well, you guessed it right."