The schoolmate at the same table dressed as a villain school grass

Xu Yi walked in front with a book in his hand, and Zhang Bu followed behind, with a suspicious expression on his face.

It was past five o'clock, and the bar hadn't officially opened yet, and the booth was a bit of a literary atmosphere like a coffee house, which made Xu Yi inexplicably think of the image of a pipa girl who has been exhausted.

Then, what popped up in his mind was the appreciation and analysis of "Pipa Xing" and the life of the poet Bai Juyi, especially the line that Qi Luo painted heavily with red pen, "A businessman pays more attention to profit than parting", and in "heavy", " "Light" is capitalized next to the words "Flexible use of parts of speech!!!"

"..." Xu Yi was silent.

He felt as if he was broken.

Zhang Bu and Xu Yi sat down at a booth. Xu Yi spread out "May [-]" to read. Zhang Bu lit a cigarette and stared at him like a monkey for a long time.

Finally, when Xu Yi took out a pen and began to draw a draft, Zhang Bu couldn't help it, and poked Xu Yi's face with his hand: "Monster! Where are you running!"

Xu Yi raised his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Bu coughed twice in embarrassment, "Didn't I see that you are too abnormal, and I'm afraid you will be caught by something."

Xu Yi looked at him up and down: "There is indeed something wrong."

Zhang Bu burst into tears, watching Xu Yi write the questions for a while, then he leaned over and asked, "Brother Cha, is your deskmate taking you to review?"

Xu Yi's pen tip paused: "Yes."

"Your deskmate is the one in the CP building where you posted?" Zhang Bu asked.

"Yeah." Xu Yi glanced at him, "Why do you keep staring at our school post bar if you have nothing to do?"

"I don't care about you." Zhang Bu cried out.

Xu Yi didn't say anything, Zhang Bu quickly moved from the opposite side of Xu Yi to next to him, stared at Xu Yi's "Five Three" that Qi Luo had drawn a lot of notes for a while, "Writing at the same table is very beautiful, although Not as good-looking as you."

He sighed again: "It's a pity that it's a boy, so it's boring."

"Why are men boring?" Just as Zhang Bu finished speaking, someone asked back.

Xu Yi and Zhang Bu looked up at the direction of the sound, and saw a girl standing gracefully at the door of the bar.

The girl is just over 1.5 meters tall, and her hairstyle is an obedient student's hair, but it is dyed a particularly fried platinum. She is wearing a black coat with a large fur collar, like a little girl's doll.

She obviously knew the two of them, Zhang Bu waved to her warmly, Xu Yi's expression softened when he saw her.

"Men may be more energetic." Doll followed what she said just now, walked in while taking off her coat, sat down on the other side of the booth, and lit a cigarette, "Let me tell you Zhang Bu, you are narrow-minded."

Zhang Bu was stunned for a moment and then laughed, "The most important thing is that you understand. I said Brother Cha fell in love with studying all of a sudden when he was alone. It turned out that the drunkard didn't care about drinking—"

The doll smiled slightly, with a small dimple on the left cheek, "I'm just kidding, you think Brother Cha looks like you."

Zhang Bu's eyes widened instantly: "What's wrong with me?!"

Doll and Zhang Bu bickered with each other, while Xu Yi listened to the background music and did the exercises.I never thought that one day I would be able to deduce from these big X, big Y, small x and small y the probability that Lao Wang's son is bald.

Although a pair of answers were found to be wrong, Xu Yi found that he could understand the analysis, and the general direction of the calculation was correct!

He was surprised to realize that this actually gave him a sense of accomplishment, which shouldn't be.

But when he thought of the way his deskmate smiled and gave him a thumbs up, Xu Yi felt again, praise me!Praise me praise me!

Just when Xu Yi was indulging in this strange imagination without looking like a school bully, and even thinking about whether to go to self-study in the evening tomorrow, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, and Xu Yi took it out to have a look:

-Xu Hao: Brother, go home tomorrow.

Xu Yi frowned habitually, thinking of the atmosphere at home, he immediately wanted to say no.

But when his fingers touched the subtitle "b" on the keyboard, he suddenly remembered that today is November 11th.

Tomorrow is Xu Hao's birthday.

Xu Yi was a little surprised by this discovery, and the surprise was that he was so stunned by his studies recently that he almost forgot his brother's birthday.

Xu Yi didn't really want to be absent on his younger brother's birthday, because every year he desperately wanted to come back by himself.

Although it seemed that every time, Xu Yi would quarrel with his father at this birthday party, but because of this, he felt extremely guilty, feeling that he hadn't given his brother a good birthday.

This time he almost forgot his younger brother's birthday, so Xu Yi felt even more guilty. It would be no problem to go home and have a meal with his younger brother.

Xu Yi replied "OK", and Xu Hao said very happily that he would ask his aunt to clean up tomorrow and make a good fried chicken.

"Brother Cha." The doll's voice woke Xu Yi up, "Lao Luo is here too, let's go backstage."

"Yeah." Xu Yi put "Five Three" back in his bag, "Let's go."

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Another Thursday, after school, Xu Yi saw a message from his father on his phone, saying that the driver had picked him up at the door. Xu Yi was quite surprised. He thought he was going back by himself this time, but carefully Think about it, his father really didn't treat him any less than him.

The Mercedes-Benz was parked outside the school gate, the familiar silent driver, Xu Yi used to close his eyes and rest his mind, or look outside, but today he sent a WeChat all the way.

Of course it was with Qi Luo.

Before Xu Yi left school, he told Qi Luo that he was going back to celebrate his younger brother's birthday today. He didn't really understand why he wanted to tell Qi Luo specifically, but after thinking about it, he thought it must be because he didn't go to evening self-study. Feel a little guilty.

The chat between two people has no actual content, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "waste of time".

But just chatting all over the place, when Xu Yi raised his eyes, the car had already passed through a small half of the city and arrived at a business district very close to his home.

Xu Yi suddenly remembered that he hadn't bought a birthday gift for his younger brother yet, so he asked the driver to stop at the nearest shopping mall.

In the past, he would buy a set of Lego or some models for his younger brother, but this time on the elevator upstairs, Xu Yi had a whim and asked Qi Luo: What gift do you think I should buy my brother?

Still don’t know why he would ask his deskmate what gift to buy for his younger brother, and Xu Yi didn’t even realize that he was talking to Qi Luo. better choice".

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At this time, No. [-] Middle School is studying at night.

Qi Luo put his mobile phone on the table grandiosely, which is not allowed by school rules, but because the teacher in charge of self-study knows that his grades are very good, so he turns a blind eye to him.

What gift to give Xu Hao?

This question filled Qi Luo's mind with the imagination of a vicious male supporting role.

It is definitely not acceptable to give bad advice, but it is even more impossible to choose a gift that children love. Combined with the recent understanding of ordinary students, Qi Luo replied decisively:

-Send exercise sets.

Xu Yi, who was standing by the elevator and studying the shopping guide brand, twitched his lips and replied:

-you sure?

Qi Luo replied: Of course, isn’t your younger brother still in junior high school? Children of this age have great potential for creativity and exploration, and correct guidance can well improve his upper limit of thinking.

Xu Yi originally only regarded Qi Luo's proposal as another misjudgment of the world by Xue Shen, but after reading Qi Luo's words, he unexpectedly felt that what his deskmate said seemed to make sense?

Xu Yi asked: Then what book do you think is suitable for me to buy?My younger brother's academic performance is not very good.

Qi Luohui: It doesn’t matter if your academic performance is good or bad. The key is to improve your creativity. You can go to the textbook section and look at it. I think it’s all good for junior high school level Mathematical Olympiad gold medal questions, preliminary math competition questions, or big-book math problem sets.

After going through this period of persuasion, Xu Yi actually felt that everything Qi Luo said was well-founded, and he was completely convinced.

"Okay." Xu Yi replied, "Then I'll go and have a look and pick out a few more for my brother."