why are you forcing me to study

After that day, He Qinghui began to study crazily.

He thought about it seriously for a long time.

He seems to have been pushed by Shan Yunche all the time, passively studying.

Even if Shan Yunche was still his deskmate, he would have to grit his teeth to finish this road after all.

He should be on his own.

One cannot always become dependent on Shan Yunche.

The war of the college entrance examination is destined to be single-handed.

He began to learn by stitches.

He got up earlier in the morning than Shan Yunche, and started reciting books as soon as he arrived in the classroom.

I don't leave my seat when get out of class is over, in order to do more questions.

Also learn to discuss questionable questions with classmates around you, and learn to compare other people's opinions with your own writing.

Even when going to the toilet or eating in the cafeteria, I would hold a vocabulary book in my hand, read it from time to time, and memorize a few more words.

For a whole month.

Even the classmates felt that he was a little abnormally serious.

"What are you talking about Brother Hui recently? It seems that he has been stimulated by something."

"I don't know, two days ago, I was still discussing a question in the book with me. It's too strange."

"Yes, yes, he doesn't talk much recently, and he doesn't even play games."

It's not long before the second monthly exam.

He Qinghui wanted to do well in the exam.

He wanted to take the initiative to approach Shan Yunche.

Want...to sit at the same table with him again.

I went crazy thinking.

Supported by this idea, He Qinghui was full of fighting spirit as soon as he studied.

Shan Yunche could see his efforts.

Leave him alone for now.

Just watched him silently.

This day in physical education class, He Qinghui led everyone to finish the preparatory activities and planned to sneak back to the classroom.

Li Jie hugged the basketball and patted him on the shoulder, "Hey, come back, come or not."

He Qinghui said coldly: "No, I'm not free."

Li Jie looked at his back and scratched his hair strangely, "Is this the He Qinghui I know? He doesn't even hit the ball?"

He was alone in the classroom.

He quickly took out the exercise book and notebook to sort out the wrong questions.

He was so focused on writing that he didn't realize that Shan Yunche was looking at him.

Shan Yunche skipped physical education class for the first time just to watch him.

Shan Yunche quietly sat down on the seat next to him, resting his chin while watching him study.

He Qinghui thought that Chen Wenyuan, who was at the same table, had also returned, without even raising his head, he handed the exercise book in front of him, "Chen Wenyuan, how did you write this question? I feel that my method is correct but the answer is wrong ..."

"Which way."

He Qinghui froze all over.

The familiar peppermint scent entered the nostrils again.

He raised his eyelids in a daze, and swallowed unconsciously.

For a moment, I almost thought I was dreaming.

He Qing paused for a moment, then tapped the tip of the pen on the stem of the sixth question, "This... this."

He almost forgot when was the last time Shan Yunche gave him a lecture.

"Pen."

He Qinghui handed him the pen obediently, and leaned closer to listen to him.

It seems to be back when I sat at the same table with him.

I miss this feeling so much.

I miss it like crazy.

"Do you understand?"

"Understood, understood."

"what else."

He Qinghui brought up another set of exercises.

Page numbers in question are labeled with small labels.

"And...these."

For each question sheet, Yun Che quickly glanced at the stem of the question, and then immediately began to write the fastest and most effective solution on the side.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class soon, and the students came back from the playground one after another.

Everyone looked at these two when they came back.

Because the seat was taken by Shan Yunche, Chen Wenyuan had to stand dryly in another place, waiting for Shan Yunche to go back.

"I'll go, how reluctant they are."

"Crack, knock, knock."

"Just not sitting at the same table, the two of them will die, hey."

"Now the two of them don't care that we're here hahaha..."

"Hey, Wen Yuan, how do you feel about being sprinkled with dog food?"

Chen Wenyuan: "... as long as the Great God is happy, I am not important."

Chen Wenyuan glanced at his watch, it was finally time for class.

His legs would break if he stood any longer.

Before Shan Yunche left, He Qing tugged at the hem of his clothes, looking seriously into his eyes, "I will do my best for the monthly exam."

Most definitely.

Shan Yunche stood up, rubbed his bangs, "Understood."

Shan Yunche believed him.

He also... believed in himself.

With the foreshadowing of the previous two exams, this time He Qinghui obviously felt quite comfortable.Whether it is the examination process or the types of questions in each subject.

The marking team's efficiency in correcting papers is also extremely high.

The report card was quickly counted and distributed to the head teacher.

When school was over that night, almost the entire grade did not go home right away.

The office on the fourth floor was crowded with people and it was very noisy.

Everyone huddled together to look at the report card.

He Qinghui wanted to see it very much, but he was still a little afraid to face it.

I had no choice but to call Xu Yuan to help him read the grades in the midst of the noise.

He waited nervously at the door of the office.

After Xu Yuan read himself and his grades, he quickly got out of the crowd, ran up to He Qinghui with a look of surprise and shook him, "Brother Hui is awesome!! Grade 30!!!! Give me a bow!!!"

He Qinghui pinched him in turn and asked, "Where's the class? Where's the class? You fucking calm down first, tell me the class!"

"The third in the class!!! Awesome!!!!"

third.

Not second.

Not second.

Not second.

It felt like a pot of cold water poured down on me.

Xu Yuan was still excited for him: "I said what is your expression?? Shouldn't you be so excited?! No.3 hey! No.3 hey!!"

So what.

If it's not No.2, it still can't sit at the same table with Shan Yunche.

useless.

"Thank you, Yuan'er. That... I'll go back first."

Xu Yuan looked at He Qinghui's lonely back and slowly put out a question mark.

No, why is this hundreds of times more sad than when he was the last one in the exam? ?

The way back to the dormitory suddenly seemed very long.

"call--"

Why so sad.

Or did the foundation that fell in the first year of high school not make up?

Indeed, the time has come a little bit.

Why do you seem to be a little bit closer to the goal every time...

However, there has been a lot of progress anyway.

He Qing comforted himself.

But it's still so sad that I didn't get No.2 in the exam.

I feel like crying.

Opening the door of the dormitory with heavy steps——

Shan Yunche stood in front of him.

With one hand behind his back.

With a faint smile on his face.

He Qing looked back at him, feeling even more disappointed, and lowered his head sadly, not knowing what to say.

Shan Yunche picked up the report card in his hand, "Look up."

He went to the teacher to print out a report card.

He Qinghui didn't want to.

"...No, I know I passed the No.3 exam, so don't show it to me."

As he said, he was about to walk over.

Shan Yunche continued to block his way, "Take a look."

...What, I told him that I knew he was third in the exam and let him see it.

He Qinghui reluctantly took the report card over to have a look——

Shocked.

It's not a dream, is it? ! !

He Qinghui's eyes were wide open, and he looked at Shan Yunche in disbelief, "You got fourth in the exam???? How is this possible??"

Shan Yunche raised his brows lightly, and his smile deepened, "I'm not performing properly."

"Stop joking! No matter how abnormal you are, you are still number one. How could you get fourth in the exam??"

This, absolutely, right, no, possible, can.

Even if He Qinghui was beaten to death, he still wouldn't believe that he could be so out of order.

If you really think about it...

Shouldn't...

He Qinghui seemed to realize something, and pounded his chest with his fist, and said with a smile, "Hey, Shan Yunche, did you do it on purpose?"

"No," Shan Yunche half-opened his eyes, "it's just that he didn't perform properly."

The fact is that the three major math problems were left empty.

"Tch, you still say it wasn't intentional? Who would believe it!"

This time Shan Yunche stopped laughing, threw the report card on the ground, and pulled He Qinghui into his arms.

Hug so tight.

He Qing was stunned, "What's wrong..."

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

"you……"

"I can't stand it, it's driving me crazy."

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