why are you forcing me to study

Who knows what kind of extremely complicated feelings Shan Yunche had when he finished wiping his body.

It's so complicated that I want to poke my eyes out every moment.

"Good night."

In fact, He Qinghui only listened to half of Shan Yunche's words.

He took his medicine on time, but he didn't plan to stay in the dormitory.

Whatever you say, you have to watch Shan Yunche compete, otherwise it's not fair.

On the last day, it was the first time for He Qinghui to be a spectator when he went to the stands of Class [-].

When the students saw him, their expressions were full of flowers, quite complicated.

It seems that something very sensational has happened, but the person involved is unaware of it.

He Qing looked back at Yu Chenchen, at Sun Yina, at Lu Wenye, and at Qiao Ze, unable to guess anything, and finally looked at the familiar empty seat.

He made a gesture to walk up the steps to find a seat, and the whole class started to make room together, obviously to expand the space until two people could be seated.

He Qinghui was a little dazed, stepped up in two steps, sat down on the empty seat, turned on the phone and started playing games.

Almost didn't notice that Zhu Hao was sitting next to him, staring at him dumbly.

He Qing played for a long time before he turned his head in bewilderment, almost having a heart attack from Zhu Hao's gloomy eyes, "Fuck, I said, my minor illness is just right, you just want to scare me out A serious illness?"

Zhu Hao: "That's right, Brother Hui, it's not what it used to be. You are the one who has a new roommate. Now you're sitting with me and you don't even plan to say a word to me."

He Qinghui: "...you boy, this kid, it's a little difficult to get me to pay attention to you, please understand your brother too."

In an instant, a sharp arrow named "Height" pierced Zhu Hao's heart.

"Hey, forget it." Zhu Hao shrugged and started to talk about business, "Hey, Brother Hui, did you read the message on the confession wall yesterday?"

He Qing stopped playing the game, "The confession wall? I don't think much of that."

"Oh, then you'd better watch it. Yesterday's video between you and the Great Master was blown up."

"???? What? Me and... Shan Yunche?"

"That's right, it's all blown up on the confession walls of other high schools in S city, and someone posted him on station D, you two are almost on fire."

The more He Qinghui listened, the more he felt something was wrong, so he quickly exited the game and opened the Qzone.

The first one is an explosive talk with the two of them as the protagonists, accompanied by a video.

[Fourth Middle School Xiangyang Confession Wall]: #运动会# Class [-] "withdraws" the latest progress report on CP: The school bully runs for three thousand, the school god loves the princess hug, click to watch~~~[/video]

Good guy, He Qinghui doesn't even have the face to open the video to watch.

What kind of large social death scene is this! !

After struggling for a long time, he still scrolled through the comments.

[Brother Xiaoyao's Ling'er]: Damn, brother Che is so handsome!Boyfriend power max! !

[Loving you is not two or three days]: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyou when brother Che is assigned to me by the country ?I'm going to sign up for 3000 meters!

[Prunes sandwich]:! !Why is Brother Hui so cute! !Brother Hui I know is not like this.

[CP Daqi]: Agree upstairs, let's see what kind of force we have had on Brother Hui just now.

[The color is yellow]: Ahhhhhh why didn't I go to the scene that afternoon and slept at home! ! !

[Cute Love No Head]: [/link] Good guy, someone posted it to the d station, and the number of views has exceeded [-].

He Qinghui's eyes were darkened.

Do you think there is too little homework?

This... really makes them two stars?

It is obvious that he has collapsed in the hearts of many people.

It's all Shan Yunche's fault.

Hold.

It's unbelievable that he is going to become popular in such a weird way?

No, this won't work.

After much deliberation, He Qing still wanted to find some time to go to the radio station to clarify that it was not what they thought, it was really not what they thought.

But he thought about it.

If not that, so what?

Concern as a roommate?

Caring as a deskmate?

The hero saves the beauty... a man's hobby?

"I will feel bad."

"Don't do this next time."

"I'll run for you."

"Good night."

Shan Yunche's voice kept circling in his ears.

He Qing was inexplicably confused.

If not... so what?

If his roommate and tablemate were someone else, and it wasn't him, He Qinghui... would Shan Yunche treat that person like this?

Unpredictable.

It's getting more and more unpredictable.

Hey, He Qinghui, this guy is probably just doing a good thing casually, or... it's just a perverted habit, why are you so sincere.

Passionate.

At this time, the small speaker on the rostrum began to broadcast cheering manuscripts:

[You are the new blood of our eighth class, and the light of the eighth class that descended from the sky.You are not only a god in your studies and a good example for your classmates, but you are also what we look up to in terms of sports!Shan Yunche, come on!We will all cheer for you!Thanks to Class [-] students for their contributions. 】

I don't know who caught the game first, stood up from his seat and shouted: "Master!! It's a master!!"

"Shan Yunche, come on!!"

"God, we love you!!"

Not only the eighth class, but also several girls from the next class stood up excitedly.

"Number one!!! Number one!!! Number two is far behind!!!"

The person in front blocked He Qinghui's line of sight, making him have to stand up and watch.

He Qing smiled back.

This vigorous figure, this handsome figure, is as good as my own.

He was so preoccupied with watching Shan Yunche that he didn't notice that Pan Zhongsheng called him several times under the stands.

"He Qinghui, come here."

"Uh...Old Pan, wait a minute, I'll be right over."

With great difficulty, he squeezed his way out of a bunch of people, snacks, and coats, and sat on the first step with Pan Zhongsheng, "What's wrong?"

Pan Zhongsheng observed his expression carefully, "Have you recovered from your illness? You scared us to death yesterday."

"Hey, what's the matter? How could something happen to me in such good health? Teacher Pan, you underestimate me too." He Qing patted his chest back.

Pan Zhongsheng patted him on the shoulder, "Boy, don't hold back when you are sick next time, no one in Class Eight will force you to win a medal."

"Understood. Teacher Pan, you came to me just to ask this?"

Of course it's not just condolences and concern.

Pan Zhongsheng paused, and continued: "Actually, there is such a serious matter. Listen carefully. I'm asking for your opinion."

"You say."

Mysterious.

"I just received a notification from the higher-ups yesterday that registrations for competitions in various disciplines have begun."

"A subject competition?"

These four words are clearly irreconcilable with He Qinghui, right?

I remembered yesterday that Xu Yuan said that Shan Yunche was asked by Gu Yanhong to talk about the chemistry competition.

"Well, what I mean is that I hope you can sign up."

"???"

Pan Zhongsheng serious?

If he hadn't called his name so seriously just now, He Qinghui would have thought that he had admitted the wrong person.

"Don't be surprised. I just think you can give it a try. The teacher didn't mean to force you. You can think about it."

"Then...why didn't you find Shan Yunche?"

"Silly boy," Pan Zhongsheng patted his thigh again, "Are you willing to let all good things happen to your tablemate?"

"..."

Really not reconciled.

But he also wanted to know how a scumbag who was almost at the bottom of every test made the class teacher think that he had the potential to participate in the math competition.

A little confused.

During the interval between talking with Pan Zhongsheng, He Qinghui successfully missed the second half of Shan Yunche's speech.

When he came back to his senses, he had already come down from the runway and walked straight in his direction.

When he saw him, Shan Yunche was stunned for a moment, then took out a bottle of mineral water from the box on the ground, sat next to him, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the dormitory?"

"Why, I can't come to your game? Only the state officials are allowed to set fire and the people are not allowed to light lamps?"

Shan Yunche's eyes were amused by his words, and he couldn't help rubbing his head.

Now He Qinghui felt that being patted on the head was no big deal.

Anyway, just yesterday, this man had already lost his face to the Pacific Ocean.

Feng Rui finished his project, and when he saw He Qinghui, he quickly rushed over to care about him, "Ahhh Brother Hui!! You are fine! That's great! Woooooo..."

Feng Rui made a gesture to give He Qing a big loving hug back.

As soon as he opened his arms, he felt a biting chill hit him.

Shan Yunche was looking at him.

Look at him very "calmly".

For a moment, Feng Rui felt that he had been torn apart by five horses.

It was he who had lost his sense of proportion.

So I consciously lowered my arms.

He Qing glanced back at Feng Rui, and then at Shan Yunche.

Why, no one else is allowed to hug him?

He Qing twitched his lips, stood up from the steps and gave Feng Rui a big hug, "Brother Xie, you are so kind."

Shan Yunche: "..."

Feng Ruixin said, Brother Hui, don't do this, I still want to live.

After He Qing hugged him, Feng Rui started to hook his shoulders again, and said while looking at Shan Yunche, "Madman, it's been a long time since I played with Hand Tickle, go to my dormitory and play double row with me."

Feng Rui: "This..."

He Qing replied: "Let's go, there is no one in the dormitory anyway."

Shan Yunche: "..."

He Qinghui hugged Feng Rui as he walked away, feeling secretly refreshed, who knew that Feng Rui might not even be able to sleep tonight.

109 Dormitory.

The two of them sat on He Qinghui's bed and played games attentively.

Feng Rui frantically tapped the screen while chatting with He Qinghui.

"Hey, Brother Hui, you said that the sports meeting is over, and the mid-term exam is less than a month away. I haven't read the content after the mid-term exam until now. Can I make a surprise attack then?"

Hehe, He Qing thought to himself that you will really disappoint.

But if you do the calculations like this, the time is really tight.

Not only did he not review the things after the monthly exam, but he didn't even know how much of the content before the monthly exam was left in his mind.

Inexplicably started to get nervous.

"Hey, lunatic, do you have any quick fixes?"

"Instant? Let me think about it..." Feng Rui touched his chin, "Ah! I remembered, there seems to be a cram school on the top of Nanhe Road. The teacher is said to be very good, and he has taught many top students in the college entrance examination. That kind. Anyway, what I know is that our school, including Boying, is also making up lessons there. It seems that the effect is quite fast? Word of mouth is very good. I will ask my mother to contact the teacher to try it out in two days. You want Don't try it?"

The top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Boying boss.

OMG, the students over there are all at this level. Wouldn't it be out of place for him to go?

"Mathematics?"

"Correct."

He Qinghui weighed his own level objectively. Although the main subjects are bad, but if you have to choose the taller one among the short ones, it really must be mathematics.

"Well, is it convenient for you to send me the teacher's phone number?"

"Of course, which one of us is with whom? Look back at WeChat."

The three days of the sports meeting ended quickly. Everyone packed up their things and returned to the classroom after cleaning up the garbage.

When everyone was basically settled down, Pan Zhongsheng stood upright on the podium and pushed his glasses, "Students, the sports meet is over here, please calm down. We will continue with the heavy learning tasks next.

"I've been observing you these few days. There are many students who are eager to learn and motivated, and they are still reciting memorization questions when they are in the stands. I am very relieved to have this kind of self-motivation. But most of them give me a very loose feeling.

"It's not long after the monthly exam, and the midterm exam is not far away. Let's meet in advance. After the exam, we will hold a grade meeting and a parent meeting. Pay attention to me."

He Qinghui's heart trembled.

parent meeting?

He remembered that the parents' meeting in the first year of high school seemed to be pretending to be an aunt who sold pancakes and fruits on Songwu Street.

Thinking about it now makes me laugh.

Hahaha, I don't know if that aunt is still there.

After Pan Zhongsheng finished speaking, the English class representative sent out last week's English class quiz.

When the class representative sent it to He Qinghui, his eyes were full of sympathy.

He Qing took it tremblingly and took a look.

Only the front side is full of eye-catching red crosses.

Miserable, not, forbear, see.

In the first simple word, I got four right.

"What do you plan to do."

Shan Yunche looked at him with his chin in his hands.

What else can I plan.

"I haven't forgotten, I'm sure I'll make it to the top 165, just wait for me, student Shan Yunche with an IQ of [-]."

"I'll wait. However, you must first have an objective and comprehensive understanding of yourself, classmate He Qinghui with an IQ of 138."

He Qinghui sneered, took out the black pen and turned it around, and said with a look of disdain: "Yo, then you can talk about it."

"Mathematics is your greatest strength and needs to be amplified. Chemistry and English are your weaknesses and need to be strengthened."

"...I want you to tell me."

Without talking nonsense, Shan Yunche directly took out a large set of Wusan from the belly of the table and placed it in front of He Qinghui.

He Qinghui was taken aback, and subconsciously shrank back, "What do you mean, old man?"

"Don't be nervous, there's only English in here." Then Shan Yunche continued to explain calmly: "This book is [-] words required for the college entrance examination; this book is perfect for listening training; this thick book is for Gestalt reading comprehensive."

He Qing said, "You're kidding bro."

"School assignments aren't for you, don't write them. Use these."

It's not a problem if he doesn't do his homework. Anyway, the teacher in Class [-] either gave up on him or didn't care about him.

He Qinghui took the set of books to read with a black thread hanging from his head.

Each book has a lot of small labels.

Each tab is dated next to the title of the page it is on.

Which day, which words to memorize, which listening part to do, which part to do, the recommended time to use, and the degree of difficulty, Shan Yunche wrote it clearly and clearly in his beautiful typeface.

He Qinghui was completely stunned.

When did this guy do this? ?

He Qinghui became more and more suspicious of life.

Didn't he really hire a private tutor for free? !

"How do you know what degree of difficulty I am suitable for?"

"The results of the two major exams are enough to explain the problem. The time will be pushed back, and when your level is slowly raised, the degree of difficulty will increase step by step."

"..."

It turns out that Shan Yunche asks for his answer sheet every time he takes a test...to help him analyze the test paper?

Shan Yunche lightly tapped the green leather square book on the top, "Even if it's too late to finish all three books a day, at least the vocabulary tasks in this book must be completed. Find time to make up for the rest."

Ask He Qing to recite words?

That was such a pain, he would rather write a few more math problems.

But when he looked at the appalling little quiz in his hand, the defensive line in his heart was broken bit by bit.

For English, why not... just try what Shan Yunche said first?It's better than running around like a headless chicken.

weekend.

After He Qinghui finished washing his clothes, he stood on the balcony with his mobile phone.

The number Feng Rui gave him had already been dialed, so he was about to dial it.

He couldn't press the broadcast button for a long time.

Since he was a child, he really hasn't made up lessons.

If speaking English requires long-term accumulation to be effective, the time for rapid improvement in mathematics may be shorter for him.

Although thanks to Shan Yunche, mathematics has made great progress compared to before, but after all, the knowledge in the first year of high school is lacking, and many times the questions are still full of loopholes...

He Qinghui's mood was very complicated.

He exited the call interface and switched to WeChat to ask Feng Rui.

[Big Shuai]: Madman, don't lie to me, is this teacher really amazing?I don't have a foundation in high school.

[Madman]: Don't worry, I heard that his lectures are very good, and the knowledge of the end of the first year of high school is often included, so you can go and listen with me tomorrow.

He Qinghui summoned up his courage and made a phone call.

There was a very noisy voice on the other end of the phone. The teacher seemed to be teaching the students, "Hi, hello, which student's parent is this?"

He Qing cleared his throat, "Ahem, hello, is this Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Lijia was silent for a second when she heard a young man's voice, and then asked, "Uh... are you a student?"

"Yes, hello teacher, I'm that one, Feng Rui's classmate."

"You're also coming to the trial class tomorrow?"

"Yep."

"Are you from No. [-] High School?"

"Correct."

"Oh, okay, let's find out first, teacher. How many grades can you usually rank in the school? The content and method of teaching here are very different from those in the school. Not all students can adapt, so The teacher needs to understand your situation first."

He Qing withered back.

He wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

Feng Rui told him that there are many Boying people there, and they even brought out the top students in the college entrance examination. Doesn't the teacher mean that... he is afraid that his level is too low to be able to bring him in?

Do you want to continue?

He Qinghui was shaken, holding the phone and staring blankly.

In this way, Jiang Lijia probably got a little bit of a count. After thinking about it, she took the initiative to say: "How about this, classmate, please give me your name and phone number first, and I will register you here. You can try it out tomorrow to see the situation."

He Qinghui hesitated again and again, and gave her his name and phone number.

It doesn't matter if you try it out.

There is a long distance between Nanhe Road and Songwu Street, and He Qinghui took several stops to get there.

When we arrived, we almost stepped on the spot.

As soon as the door was opened, there were nearly a hundred people sitting in the small classroom. Many people had no desks and had to hold the test papers on their laps and write on them. Many people lined up directly to the door.

This is... too exaggerated.

A bunch of people inside raised their heads and looked back at He Qing.

Most of them are first attracted by his appearance and look at it for a few more seconds, and then lower their heads to write questions.

A few people muttered in the background while writing the questions.

"Damn, this boy is so handsome, isn't he from our school? I don't think I've seen him before."

"Why do I think he looks familiar..."

"I remembered! There was a very popular video on D-site two days ago, it was the boy that Shan Yunche hugged at the sports meeting!! The confession wall went crazy, it seems to be called He He..."

"The one that Shan Yunche hugged??"

There are many strange faces.

While writing the topic on the blackboard, Jiang Lijia glanced at He Qinghui, "Is that He Qinghui's classmate? Find a seat and sit down."

Seeing this, Feng Rui quickly dragged the extra small stool in the corner to his side, motioning him to sit down.

He Qinghui was originally tall and long-legged, so he felt aggrieved sitting on this small bench.

"Brother Hui, didn't I tell you to come earlier? Look at what time it is, we can only squeeze like this."

"Who knows how many people are like this? You haven't counted how far Songwu is from here? Besides, I have to find the way first."

He Qing looked back at the people behind him and then turned back: "This, all belong to Boying?"

"Yes, most of them are. The only ones I know from No. [-] Middle School are here. Did you see that the person who won the first place every time before the master came here, Tang Bin from Class [-], has also been taking classes here for a long time. .”

After saying this, He Qinghui became more and more regretful, "Damn, what the hell are we doing here to join in the fun? Hurry up and leave."

"Don't don't don't go back to brother, at least you have seen these advanced questions, you can't come for nothing."

He Qinghui looked up at the five questions on the blackboard.

It does seem to look different from what I usually practice.

They are all the ones with short questions but more difficult to decipher the hidden conditions.

Feng Rui copied the first question for such a long time, biting the pen for a long time and couldn't write a formula.

Jiang Lijia glanced at her watch and said, "It's almost time, let's look at the first question first, does anyone have an idea?"

It was completely silent underneath.

Not so much, right?

Aren't they all Boying's bosses?

He Qing looked back and saw that no one was speaking, and he didn't dare to express his opinion.

"Hey, did this question stump you smart people?" Jiang Lijia smiled, "Okay, this question is indeed a bit difficult for you, and the method is difficult to think about. After all, we are trying to get ahead. Let me ask you one last time, is there any classmates who have questions?" what idea?"

He Qinghui couldn't help but raised his hand weakly, which immediately attracted the attention of a group of people.

Jiang Lijia expressed surprise and happiness, "Tell me about it. Then, you can sit and talk about it. You are too tall and the classmates behind you can't see it."

"This problem...should probably...have four solutions."