why are you forcing me to study

"Four solutions?"

"...Well, it should be like this."

"Then you come up and write?"

Jiang Lijia handed him the whiteboard marker.

Although this question looks unfamiliar, but the essence is broken down, and the principle is roughly the same as that of the middle-level question Shan Yunche taught him, except that there is an extra step of hidden conditions that are difficult to find.

After all, with the first hundred outsiders watching, He Qinghui tried his best to make his handwriting not so ugly and elegant.

He typed a grid in the blank space on the side, and simply extracted the core elements and formulas of the solution in each box.

Sitting there, Feng Rui looked dumbfounded.

This is the He Qinghui he knew?

Why can't he understand a single word of this, which is clearly written by a human being? ?

Let alone Feng Rui, the others were also dumbfounded.

Jiang Lijia smiled meaningfully when she saw the first three solutions, but was dumbfounded when she saw the last solution.

This is obviously the wonderful solution that she wants to introduce to the students today.

"Teacher? Teacher? Return the pen to you."

"Uh... oh, okay, thank you." Jiang Lijia took the pen in a daze.

Discussions erupted around him one after another.

"The last one who thought so?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it either."

"The last step is so simple, what formula is used?"

"Damn, I remembered that the finale of the final exam was the last time, so I should be able to use this for that question, right? If I use this, it will save me a lot of time."

"This He Qinghui... really doesn't belong to Boying?"

"I'm pretty sure not."

"What?"

"It doesn't look like it looks like this."

"...Get the bamboo shoots."

"Hey, how can you embarrass Ah Che by your words?"

"Don't look at the gold on your face, he is no longer a member of Boying, okay?"

Feng Rui listened to the noisy academic discussions around him, and instantly felt that he was out of the crowd.

How did they manage to brainstorm similar questions when they saw a formula? ?

So terrifying.

Finally, it became clear that he was really not suitable for this place, and he was completely humiliating himself.

Jiang Lijia: "That classmate, I want to ask you first, have you ever participated in a math competition before?"

"I do not have."

"Then...you taught yourself the mathematics competition tutorial?"

"nor."

Sorry, I don't even write homework very much.

Jiang Lijia: "..."

He Qing thought to himself, I have never participated in a mathematics competition, but I seem to have a deskmate who is proficient in various advanced and difficult problems of mathematics competitions.

Jiang Lijia originally thought that he would not be able to keep up, but it turned out that she was worrying too much.

After a class follow-up, he found that the child had a high level of comprehension, and he could quickly draw inferences when he threw out a new type of question, and he could quickly solve this type of question and master the answer.

It can be said that although the students here are all excellent, she can see that there are very few of them with this understanding.

As someone who has been engaged in the education industry for many years, she even wondered why such a student is not in Boying but in Pucheng No. [-] Middle School.

After one class, He Qinghui completely dispelled his previous worries.Not only can she keep up with her rhythm very well, it can even be said that she is very adaptable to this unique teaching mode.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he saw a message from Jiang Lijia: He Qinghui classmate, I am very happy with your performance, and the teacher sincerely hopes to see you in future classes.

He Qinghui forgot the last time he heard such intuitive and straightforward words of affirmation.

It seems a bit far away, and it seems to be so close that it is circling around my ears.

Intuition told him that he also wanted to continue going up.

Just as she was thinking blankly, Feng Rui sent a message.

[Madman]: Brother Hui, my wife is too good.I am confused in this class, no no no I really can't keep up.I'd better find a one-on-one tutor to save me, hey.

[Big Shuai]: Madman, do you know...how does this teacher charge for classes?

[Madman]: Damn it?You decided to stay?

[Big Shuai]: I'm thinking about it, please tell me first.

[Madman]: Her home pays [-] per class, once a week for two hours, and it should be paid at the end of the semester.

He Qinghui started to retreat again.

Do you want to reach out and call your mother for money?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Right now there are only two options -

Give up, or...earn your own tuition.

In other words, just thinking about this matter... why hasn't Shan Yunche come back yet?

Last weekend, he disappeared without a word for a whole day.

He Qinghui stared at the door in a daze.

After a second thought, where did Shan Yunche go and when did he come back?

She shook her head and was about to take off her clothes to take a shower, but Shan Yunche's voice appeared in her mind again.

"You, aren't you worried about me at all?"

"Not at all?"

"Aren't you worried about being a roommate?"

"Next time, at least let me know you're worried."

In the end, He Qinghui still picked up the phone and called him.

While calling, I thought, Shan Yunche, please remember, I will call you this time.

Didn't even answer.

He Qing missed half a beat inexplicably.

Immediately after that, call him the second, third, and fourth calls.

They didn't even answer.

The cool night breeze came in through the window, making He Qing shiver.

It's a little... unspeakably sad.

and hollow.

When Shan Yunche came back from outside, He Qinghui had already turned off the lights and gone to sleep.

Strange, why did He Qinghui go to bed so early today?

Afraid that his movements would be too loud, Shan Yunche tried his best to relax every movement he made.

Turning on the phone, he found that He Qinghui had called him many times.

I can't hide my happiness.

He Qing was worried about him.

He saw that the window was half open, and the chilly wind could just hit He Qinghui's head.

So go and close the windows.

I don't know if it was because the creaking sound from the window was too harsh, He Qinghui seemed to gradually frowned.

Shan Yunche squatted down beside his bed, tucked in the crooked quilt, and didn't look carefully at his face.

After putting He Qing back to settle down, he got up and was about to take a shower.

As soon as he turned around, his hand was held.

Shan Yunche was startled, and turned his head bit by bit.

"Don't go..." He Qinghui clenched his hand tighter and tighter, "Don't leave me alone..."

The faint moonlight spilled in through the window, like gurgling water.

Only now did Shan Yunche realize that his face was covered with tears.

"Please... I, I don't want to be alone."

Eyes are still closed.

In turn, Shan Yunche held his hand tightly, walked closer and squatted down, staring at him like this.

In the dream, he was still whispering.

"Is it okay if you don't go...don't leave me..."

"I'll be good, I won't cause trouble..."

"do not leave Me……"

Shan Yunche's heart seemed to have been pumped several times, he gently bent down and kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes dry, and then kissed the back of his hand and four fingers deeply.

"I do not go."

This kind of reassurance seemed to be very useful, He Qinghui's voice gradually weakened, and the brows slowly relaxed.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

no matter what happens.

He Qinghui's nightmare dissipated and turned into a bright prairie where every creature was happy and free.

Maybe it was because he slept too much and didn't need an alarm, He Qinghui woke up very early naturally.

He tried his best to open his sleepy eyes, but his right hand felt numb from the heat.

Tilt your head slightly.

Shan Yunche?

Why... is he sleeping beside his bed?

His hand was still tightly held by him.

With Shan Yunche's height and long legs, wouldn't it be uncomfortable to sleep in this position all night?

This angle is just enough to see a pair of fan-like eyelashes and a tall nose bridge through the glasses.

The morning light shone on his face, outlining the edges and corners of his facial features extremely clearly.

He Qinghui was a little absorbed in watching, and even unconsciously raised his other hand, wanting to poke his raised eyelashes.

When the rescuer was about to arrive, Shan Yunche slightly opened his eyes.

He Qinghui was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, straightened his posture, and pretended that he was still asleep.

Shan Yunche straightened up with difficulty, feeling pain everywhere in his body.

However, if possible, he didn't want to let go of He Qinghui's hand.

Before leaving, he kissed the back of his hand again before giving up.

He Qing's heart trembled.

His movements were so gentle and cautious, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

He Qing looked back dumbly at the hand that had been held all night.

It seems that Shan Yunche's temperature and mint fragrance still linger on it.

It's like... the feeling of being held in the palm of someone's hand for the first time.

Is it an illusion?

When He Qing returned to the classroom, the first thing he did was to take out the green leather square book, turn to the corresponding date and page number, and draw out key words and phrases with colored pens while reading.

Shan Yunche seemed a little surprised, his gaze slowly shifted from his vocabulary book to his face.

He Qing turned his head to look at Shan Yunche inexplicably and uncontrollably with his back on his back.

The four eyes are exactly opposite each other.

He Qinghui's cheeks were hot.

He remembered the scene in the morning again.

Driven by curiosity, he still asked: "Shan Yunche, you..."

Shan Yunche's smile was shallow, his eyes were full of He Qinghui, "Huh?"

He Qinghui subconsciously licked his lower lip, "When did you come back last night?"

"After you fell asleep."

"Bullshit, of course I knew when I fell asleep. I mean... uh, you... are the one..."

He Qing thought about asking, what did you do yesterday.Why did you come back so late.Why don't you answer my call.And why did you sleep on your stomach next to my bed all night.

But he couldn't ask.

Seeing him stammering, Shan Yunche had already guessed roughly what he wanted to ask.

So he lay down on the table, and the smile in his eyes became more intense, "Last night... It was clear that someone was pestering me and wouldn't let me take a shower or sleep."

This imaginative description, this imaginative tone.

Xu Yuan and his deskmate Hu Ming turned their heads at the same time, and they understood with just one glance.

"Fuck, what are you talking about? Who, who won't let you take a bath or sleep? Then tell me, what did I ask you to do?"

"Let's think about it, you seem to be...crying and telling me not to leave you." Taking advantage of He Qing's inattention, Shan Yunche grabbed his hand again, "Like this."