desensitization therapy

After all the four classes on the playground had finished recording their physical test results, the head teachers of each class began to organize the teams to return to class. The radio sounded again, and the class that was called into the number wailed reluctantly again.

The experimental class stood in the middle of the playground and had the priority to return to class the earliest, so a group of students from the experimental class who were also dressed in navy blue and white stitching walked sparsely into the teaching building, unable to tell who was who.

But Fang Zhilian was so talented that he was able to find Song Feijue's position among a group of people.He struggled to prop up his feet, watched Song Feijue's back slowly shrink into a small black spot, and only looked away when it disappeared.

The wind blew past Fang Zhilian's forehead, he brushed his messy bangs casually, lowered his head and smiled.

Fifteen minutes ago, Fang Zhilian raised his hand to pose for a photo. He tilted his head, looked straight at Song Feijue through the small square gap between his fingers, and dubbed himself: "Crack."

Fang Zhilian was so complacent, he raised both arms with loose sleeves, his body subconsciously leaned back and lost his balance.

But the expected weightlessness did not come, because Song Feijue held his wrist.

Song Feijue's fingers were cold, and so was Fang Zhilian's, but his wrists were unbearably hot.

Fang Zhilian didn't break free, let alone grab Song Feijue's hand, but obediently used his strength to jump off the horizontal bar.

"Okay." Song Feijue let go of Fang Zhilian's wrist, took a step back, and smiled like a sunny day before the cold air swept in.

"Then come on."

His voice was very soft, and he didn't know whether he was answering the sentence about learning photography or the sentence that was framed.

The students on the playground went to the classroom one after another, and the remaining seven classes were the last ones to return to the classroom.After being frozen in the playground for a long time without taking his coat, Zhu Wen shrank his neck into the collar of his school uniform, looking like a frozen quail.

Fang Zhilian walked briskly, and was in the mood to chat: "Where do you want to go to university in the future?"

Zhu Wen didn't have a serious mouth: "Say this will hurt people!"

That's what he said, but Zhu Wen still poked Yuli, who was walking in front, awkwardly: "Hey, where are you going to go to college in the future?"

You Li had just finished running 800 meters, her face was pale, and she hadn't finished buffering yet. She glanced at Zhu Wen and replied weakly, "Zhounan or Pingyi."

"My grades are about the same as hers." Zhu Wen smiled and withdrew her hand, then turned to Fang Zhilian and said, "Then I'll go to these two places too."

"..." Yuli was probably too tired to scold him, so she rolled her eyes and turned her head.

I wish the news was endless, and I even thought about it: "It is said that the Zhounan Food Basin is not very good. I think Pingyi is pretty good, with a lot of delicious food. If we go to Pingyi, you have to treat us well. ah."

"Okay," Fang Zhilian said after a pause, "I'm going to Yanjing."

"Not going abroad?"

"Not going out."

"It's good to have dreams. It is estimated that 90% of the people in our school want to go to Yanjing."

"Then I'm 10%."

"Huh? Aren't you going to Yanjing too?" Zhu Wen didn't understand, "Isn't that 90%?"

Fang Zhilian had a sly smile on his lips, and his eyes were bright.

"I'm there for the 90 percent," he said.

The trial from the last monthly exam of this semester arrived very soon, and there was only one weekend between the exam and the result.

On Monday morning, the grade list was clearly posted on the school bulletin board.

The sadness of being broken up was over, and Tao Jiaqi was honored to return to the top [-] in science. As a celebration, I also invited You Li and Fang Zhilian Zhu Wen to drink fruit oranges together.

Compared with the slow progress of the last monthly exam, Fang Zhilian took a big step this time, leaving Zhu Wen alone to sigh at the big list that was hundreds of places behind You Li in the class.

"Come on," Fang Zhilian encouraged him, "we have to go to Pingyi."

Zhu Wen looked at the big list in a daze: "Go again in the next life."

The self-study class in the afternoon was requisitioned by Duan Jiayu. This time, Class [-]'s average math score was good. Duan Jiayu had a bright face and a good mood. He even hummed an unknown tune when he entered the classroom.

"You can't relax. You must continue to improve in the final exam." Duan Jiayu spread out the answer sheet while beating them. "In this self-study class, let's talk about the monthly exam papers."

"Qin Yue," Duan Jiayu was about to ask the math class representative to come up to hand out the papers and answer sheets, but when he looked carefully, he found something was wrong, "Everyone, wait a minute, it's the answer sheet for the experimental class."

Zhu Wen reacted quickly, covering his stomach and pounding on the table: "Hahahahaha!"

"What's the fun? I wish you a high score in the exam?" Duan Jiayu slapped the podium, feeling a little embarrassed, and hurried back to the office to change the answer sheet.

This time the whole class laughed together, only Zhu Wen couldn't laugh.

Within 5 minutes, Duan Jiayu came back with a stack of answer sheets and handed them over to the math representative for distribution.

Fang Zhilian got the answer sheet and paper, casually glanced at the wrong question, suddenly found something, stared at a question for a long time, then quickly turned to the back of the answer sheet.

"Everyone, don't just look at the scores," Duan Jiayu patrolled the aisle earnestly, "Focus on analyzing the wrong questions, why are they wrong? I have taught all the question types that should be taught in class. Is it because of sloppy or..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, Duan Jiayu saw Fang Zhilian's raised hand, and held back: "What's the matter?"

"Teacher Duan," Fang Zhilian said with imperceptible hesitation in his voice, "Is there someone here... to correct the wrong questions this time?"

Duan Jiayu was at a loss: "What wrong question to correct?"

Zhu Wen stretched out his head and took a look: "Hey, really, why didn't I have one?"

Duan Jiayu was confused, so he deliberately went to Fang Zhilian's seat and took a look at the answer sheet.

In addition to the normal marking marks, the correct steps were written in pencil next to one of the wrong questions, and the handwriting was very light.

After grading homework and papers for so long, Duan Jiayu knew whose handwriting it was from at a glance. He shook his head helplessly, with a helpless smile in his voice: "It was written by Song Feijue at first glance... Strange , I’ll talk about him next time, take an eraser.”

Fang Zhilian's ears turned red suspiciously, he didn't answer the call, but took the answer sheet obediently.

"But your question is very wrong——" Duan Jiayu changed the subject, clapped his hands, and motioned everyone to look at the blackboard. "Many students made mistakes in this question. Come on, let me explain..."

Fang Zhilian didn't listen to a word, he quietly opened the back of the answer sheet, and a progress bar was drawn on it.

The leftmost time point writes the start date, November 11th.

That was written by Fang Zhilian on the answer sheet after the math test.

Start chasing Song Feijue's D-1.

The time point on the right is a horizontal line, and a small D-DAY is written next to it, representing the date of recovery, which is still unknown at present.

A straight line is drawn in the middle of the two time points, and a solid heart shape is drawn at the far left of the middle of the straight line, corresponding to a coordinate point below.

No one can see that what is drawn is a progress bar, it is better to say that it is a scribble.

Only Fang Zhilian knew that the essay was true, and so was the progress bar, but to be precise, it was the progress bar of chasing Song Feijue.

He guessed that Song Feijue must know too.

Because on the right side of that coordinate point, another coordinate point with a pencil mark was added, no more, no less, just a little farther than the original coordinate point.

And instead of the heart is a question mark.

"Congratulations," Zhu Wen pretended to cup his fists, "Guoyi wrote you the steps to solve the problem, and you won the prize."

Fang Zhilian buried his face in his arms, only his red ears were exposed, his heartbeat was amplified very clearly, he didn't know if he was answering Zhu Wen or muttering to himself.

"Yeah, I won the lottery."

The author says:

Some say curiosity is the first step to love (I say)