The benefactor is always forcing me to study

Wen Qiang: "..."

If he hadn't recognized Ling Zheng, he would have almost thought it was the scene of the midnight bell.

He walked around the boy's head lightly, picked up the phone, walked aside and said in a low voice, "Why is the video still on?"

The person typing on the opposite side suddenly paused, and there was a rare expression on his face full of fierce beauty that resembled "scared to cardiac arrest". There was a subtle feeling of being caught.

However, Teacher Ling is used to not showing his emotions and anger, so he is also expressionless at this moment, and said indifferently: "Forgot to turn it off."

Wen Qiang: "It's getting late, go to bed early."

It took Ling Zheng a while before he hummed.

Wen Qiang added a sentence before hanging up: "It's nothing to waste electricity when it's on."

Ling Zheng: "..."

Wen Qiang closed the phone and looked at Cen Zhi, who was in a deep sleep. The boy was lying on the table, his pajamas stuck to his back, outlining his thin lines. Wen Qiang sighed. Cen Zhi was always forced and seduced by him before. Studying, but now I plunged into it by myself, and I couldn't pull it back.

Wen Qiang pulled Cen Zhi into his arms, and picked him up. The young boy groaned uncomfortably, but instead of waking up, he frowned slightly, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Wen Qiang leaned over to listen curiously, only to hear Cen Zhi vaguely say: "The development of the Silk Road can be solved by using the elliptic equation..."

Wen Qiang: "..."

Wen Qiang has a complicated face: Could it be that he is just learning to be stupid? !

After that, Wen Qiang tried every means to get Cen Zhi to relax a little bit and not to be too tense, but Cen Zhi ignored him at all. Once Wen Qiang followed him to the study to mutter, and Cen Zhi was asking Ling Zheng a question, and Wen Qiang said Excessively annoyed, the young boy put his face on the spot, put away his schoolbag and went back to school without saying a word.

Wen Qiang was also stunned for a moment, his good intentions were wasted, and like Cen Zhi, he went back to the company without saying a word, and didn't come to the apartment for several days.

After seeing everything, Aunt Pu didn't know what to say.

Cen Zhi didn't get angry on purpose, although everyone said that his current level is already very good. Looking back at last year's college entrance examination, he could pass the first line of the exam even if he didn't understand it. Now after a year of precipitation, he must It will be better, but in this period, Cen Zhi felt a sense of tension that he hadn't seen for a long time. He felt that the more he learned, the more ignorant he became. Constantly restless, this mentality even affected his several quizzes, and his score dropped all the way to [-], and then the vicious circle continued.

Wen Qiang doesn't have any sharp eyesight yet, and always tells him to waste time, Cen Zhi sometimes wants to have a big fight with him, but somehow he holds back.

It was Ling Zheng who first discovered that Cen Zhi's state was wrong, and because Ling Zheng had gone through the college entrance examination, he understood Cen Zhi better than Wen Qiang at this time. In the ocean of knowledge for thousands of years, human beings always go from ignorance and fearlessness to self-righteousness. To trembling, when a person knows more, it is easier to get lost.

After Ling Zheng noticed the changes in Cen Zhi, the most direct thing was to stop taking Cen Zhi to tackle difficult problems, but to return to the basics, step by step, and let Cen Zhi regain his confidence through a few simple tests, slowly Let Cen Zhi get back to his state.

In late April, the last mock exam begins.

The three models are very simple, mainly for the last time to check for gaps and make up for omissions, and to build up the self-confidence of candidates. This time, Cen Zhi scored the highest score in history of 691, which is only 28 points behind the first in the grade.

On the afternoon of the day after the three-mode exam ended, Cen Zhi received a message from Ke Heng: "Xiao Qizi, I'm going to finish tomorrow."

Cen Zhi replied immediately: "Congratulations! I'll look for you tomorrow."

Ke Heng: "Okay, I'll wait for you [Bixin]"

Tomorrow happens to be a Friday holiday, and Cen Zhi is in a good mood all day. He and Ke Heng have not been in touch for a long time, and Ke Heng is not like Jin Qiong who always chats with him on the Internet when he has nothing to do. Cen Zhi Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the last time they met was at the cinema on New Year's Eve.

... a little long ago.

The next day after school, Cen Zhi asked Wei He to buy a bouquet of flowers in advance, and prepared to give it to Ke Heng as a wrapping gift. The two went to the hotel where the crew of "Heaven Has No Lighthouse" was located. Arriving at the hotel quickly, there were people on the third floor and the third floor outside the entrance of the hotel. Cen Zhi got out of the car first. He put on a mask and squeezed in from the side. He found the glass revolving door of the hotel closed, and there were policemen coming and going inside. Cen Zhi There was a sudden thump in my heart.

Just at this time, someone outside recognized him sharply: "Cen Zhi! You are Cen Zhi, right?!"

Cen Zhi was stunned, and before he could speak to cover it up, the group of people around the entrance of the hotel took out their microphones and cameras as if by magic, and while slapping Cen Zhi fiercely, they asked incessantly, "Why did you show up?" Here?" "Are you here to find Cohen?"

It was the first time Cen Zhi encountered this kind of fighting style, and he didn't know who to answer, and he couldn't avoid it. When he was at a loss, someone in the crowd suddenly asked:

"Ke Heng committed suicide, do you know that!"

Cen Zhi was stunned on the spot, and the bouquet in his hand fell to the ground: "What, what?"

The young boy was surrounded by the turbulent crowd, and no one heard his voice. At this moment, it seemed that everyone was talking, and the noisy voice penetrated into Cen Zhi's ears very clearly:

"Why did you appear here?" "Are you here to find Ke Heng?" "You and Ke Heng have such a good relationship, do you know something?"

Cen Zhi was panting. Out of the corner of his eye, the separated hotel was empty, and the fresh petals were trampled into mud. He thought, impossible.

A voice hit Cen Zhi like thunder: "Do you have anything to do with Ke Heng's death?!"

Cen Zhi immediately turned his head to look, but unfortunately he didn't know who said that sentence in the chaos, the flash light hurt his eyes, and the microphones that were stretched out desperately almost poked him in the face, Cen Zhi stared , using his hands to close the distance between himself and others, and countless questions were slapped down like a storm. He wanted to go to a hotel, or go somewhere to wait for Ke Heng to come out, so that these rumor spreaders could taste the feeling of being slapped in the face , yet he is so small—

"Cen flag!"

In the next second, someone broke in and pushed the little boy behind him, blocking all sight and questioning.

In the narrow space, Cen Zhi pressed tightly against the man's back, and heard Wen Qiang's loud and indifferent voice: "The truth is unknown, no answer, get out of the way!"

Wen Qiang's aura was too domineering and harsh, the people in front were swept away by his dark eyes, and immediately frightened, and involuntarily took a step back, taking advantage of the gap, Wen Qiang walked out quickly with his arms around the young boy.

Cen Zhi didn't realize it until he got in the car, and looked at Wen Qiang with a pale face: "They say Brother Heng...is it fake?"

Wen Qiang signaled Wei He in front to drive, and turned to look at Cen Zhi who was at a loss and panicked.

After a while, Wen Qiang sighed, "Let's go to the police station first."