why are you forcing me to study

The Chinese teacher was chattering endlessly on the podium, and the bottom began to loosen again.

He Qing's recollection was too simple, and it wasn't over just now.

His deskmate was still thinking about his time with Gao Peng between classes.

"Ask him which question."

He Qing looked back at the notes in his hand.

It is a sample problem of moderate difficulty that Gao Peng remembered in math class.

Gao Peng's writing process was too sloppy, with too many jumps, he couldn't understand it.

But he just didn't want to ask Shan Yunche, he just didn't want to.

I would rather go back to QQ and find Gao Peng to find out.

"I didn't ask any questions. Hey... hey, you..."

Shan Yunche snatched the note without saying a word, and saw that He Qinghui drew a big circle on the word "Example 6" with a pencil.

He briefly glanced at the stem of the question, tore a piece of draft paper, wrote down four different methods quickly, clearly and smoothly, and then put them in his notes and returned them to He Qinghui, "Four solutions , can understand which one to use.”

He Qing replied: "..."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan salivated enviously and burst into tears, "Brother Hui, where did you get your blessings! Why don't we change positions..."

He Qing replied: "Okay!"

Shan Yunche: "No."

With different voices.

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

"Do not forget our agreement."

He Qing rubbed his nose back, "...Understood, don't remind me."

In this way, He Qinghui took Gao Peng's notes and reviewed them for about a week. He read them in the dormitory after class, and threw the comic books on the corner of the table for ashes. In the end, he reluctantly memorized the formulas. The example questions memorized were too ugly. It's too messy to read.

Finally, I have a little understanding of the psychology of the marking teacher to change his papers.

As the National Day approached, He Qinghui returned all the notes to Gao Peng on time, "Thank you buddy, I have to say that your writing is as good as mine."

Gao Peng: "I don't think you're praising me..."

Since the next day is a holiday, the evening self-study will definitely be cancelled, and everyone will not be able to listen to the day's lessons, and they just want to rush to the afternoon.

The last class in the afternoon happened to be Pan Zhongsheng's math class, and when there were about 10 minutes left before get out of class ended, the schoolbags had already started to be packed.

Pan Zhongsheng put down the textbooks, and pointed to the ones that made the most noise, "Hey, hey, at least please restrain yourself, can you see which class is over now? I can't sit still for just a few minutes, and it's still under my nose! This If you don’t have a calm mind, you won’t be able to accomplish anything if you look at it.”

Quiet immediately after being told.

Everyone stared at the clock in front of them, and finally got through the last few minutes, and they could pack their schoolbags in a fair manner.

"Hey, the monthly exam is coming soon, and I have to take back my books, notes, workbooks, and test papers...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"What's more, I have to make up lessons this holiday! It's a lonely holiday!"

"Who isn't, it's more painful than going to school!"

Pan Zhongsheng suddenly remembered an important matter, and hurriedly patted the podium, "Wait, everyone is back, I almost forgot, the grade requires each class to be cleaned, and the director will check them one by one, and no points will be deducted. The first group on the duty list The on-duty students stay, the other students leave school, and the health committee sits down to supervise the work!"

He Qinghui and Shan Yunche happened to be in a group, responsible for arranging tables and chairs and cleaning high windows.

He Qinghui couldn't be more proficient in this kind of errand, he quickly arranged the tables and chairs according to the lines, and Shan Yunche almost had no chance to do it.

"How about it, a young master like you shouldn't be able to do this kind of rough work, right? Why don't you go back, and I can clean the windows by myself."

As he spoke, he picked up the rag and stood on the window sill.

Sun Yina was sweeping the floor nearby. Seeing his posture, she couldn't help wiping off her sweat, so she kindly reminded her: "He Qinghui, be careful. If you fall, you can still laugh."

He Qinghui wiped and said: "Squad leader, you are wrong, how can you curse me? Besides, I'm going to be 'prosperous' when I do this kind of work!"

It's kind of like ... abusing idioms.

The more Shan Yunche looked at him, the more worried he became. He stepped forward and grabbed his calf, "He Qinghui, come down."

Being caught by him like this, He Qinghui couldn't help shaking, "What are you doing? Look down on me? Let me tell you, you must not look down on me when cleaning the windows. I think I was flying over the eaves back then..."

Before the cowhide was blown to the point, his feet suddenly slipped, and the rag in his hand flew out, rushing straight towards Shan Yunche.

"what--"

Seeing that he really fell, Sun Yina covered her eyes in fright, scolding herself like a crow mouth.

He Qinghui almost thought that he was going to leave this world, and it took a long time before he dared to open his eyes slowly.

His elbows were propped on both sides of Shan Yunche's body, his waist was tightly restrained, and his head was firmly pressed against his chest by Shan Yunche.

The teeth hit his collarbone, leaving a wet mark.

Shan Yunche let out a muffled snort.

Sun Yina opened her fingers a little bit and found this beautiful scene, so she walked away very consciously.

"Are you hurt?"

He Qinghui lay on Shan Yunche's body with no one leaning against the ground.

...If he was to be injured, he should be the one to be injured, right?

"No injury," He Qinghui didn't dare to raise his head, and quickly got up and sat aside, "You...how about you?"

Shan Yunche lay flat there, looking at him with half-opened eyes, "It hurts."

He Qing's heart tightened, "Really? Are you okay?"

It won't be crushed and paralyzed.

"It's something." He slowly stretched out a hand, just enough to reach He Qinghui's knee, and tapped it lightly with his fingertips, "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts everywhere."

"..."

His knees were itchy, and his heart was beating faster and faster.

After thinking about it, He Qing was a little at a loss, "Then, what should I do, should I send you to the infirmary or..."

"Help me." Shan Yunche raised his arm towards him.

If it wasn't for Shan Yunche, He Qinghui would have already faced the ground.He was wronged in the first place, and it was only natural to help others get up.

He Qinghui hesitated for a while, and just as he took his hand, he was pulled into his arms without warning.

"I go--"

The two faces are just a stone's throw away.

Shan Yunche slightly hooked the corners of his lips, "You have to be responsible."

A mushroom cloud exploded in He Qing's head instantly, "Are you fucking looking for a fight?"

"You hit," Shan Yunche said with a calm smile on his face, "I won't fight back."

He Qing replied: "..."

To be honest, with Shan Yunche's posture of knocking down the little gangster with one hand at the entrance of the alley, he might not be able to fight back.

After Qiao Ze checked the sanitation, he poked his head through the window and shouted, "Shan Yunche, Lao Pan has something to call you to the office."

"understood."

Mathematics Office.

dong dong.

"You are looking for me."

Pan Zhongsheng was tidying up a pile of lesson preparation papers on the table, and when he heard the sound of the door, he speeded up his actions and nodded to Shan Yunche, "You are here, and it happens to be on vacation soon, so I have something to ask you while I'm free."

Shan Yunche got closer, "Say it."

"It's been almost a month since I came to No. [-] Middle School, are you still getting used to it in all aspects?"

"Good in every way."

"That's right, haha, I feel that the atmosphere of our No. [-] Middle School is quite different from that of Boying. I was always afraid that you wouldn't get used to it. Just get used to it."

After a few simple greetings, Pan Zhongsheng paused for a while, and decided to speak out the doubts in his heart, "Uh...Actually, I know a little about you. The teacher has always been very strange, you are so good, why are you so persistent?" What about our eighth class? He also offered to live in the school, and he took the initiative to sit at the same table with He Qing..."

Shan Yunche lowered his eyes slightly.

"Uh, the teacher is just curious, if you don't want to say it, then just pretend I didn't ask..."

"Because of regret."

"...?"

"Because I don't want to lose."

The more Pan Zhongsheng listened, the more confused he became, and he didn't know how to proceed.

Shan Yunche took another step forward, looked into Pan Zhongsheng's eyes, "Teacher, please promise me one thing."

"you say?"

"Give He Qing back to me."