Oral period

On an ordinary sunny afternoon, a lengthy math class had just ended, and the whole class fell into an unnatural silence—it was unknown whether it was because the test results just released were all red, or because the main class all day made people exhausted physically and mentally. Everyone chose to rest on the table for a while, or walked out of the classroom to relax.

Zhenxiao was an exception. Not only was his test score not soaring, but he also ranked first in the class by a dozen points more than No.2. Except for the last question, which was deducted [-] points for nothing, the other parts were almost exactly the same as the standard answers.

"Is this the master of re-reading?" Xia Jingzhe looked at his neatly completed test paper and then at his own, muttered with emotion, and said, "Let me correct it... Forget it, I don't want to copy it, you can help me." I'll take care of it."

Zhen Xiao looked at him blankly, and was too lazy to explain that this score has nothing to do with whether to repeat the exam, even if he did it for the first time, he could still get full marks, and the last question was left blank just because he didn't want to think about it and get a headache, knowing that he would do it. Putting it aside—now he has to fulfill the transaction promise of "writing homework in exchange for teaching self-care ability", and "correct" Xia Jingzhe's test paper completely, which he did not expect during the test.

The test paper was pushed onto his desk by a slender white hand, wearing a ring-like decoration with the middle finger connected to the ring finger, with a few sharp corners protruding from the square metal ring, reminiscent of the novel described in the novel. What kind of hidden weapon is coming——The owner of the hand smirked at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be feeling happy because he had thrown the big trouble to him. A test paper interrupted the casting.

"Student Zhenxiao, that...the teacher didn't talk about the last multiple-choice question. I heard that you are the only one in our class who got it right. Can you tell me about it?"

It seems to be the monitor.Zhen Xiao looked up, but didn't remember the girl's name, then lowered her head expressionlessly, looking at a certain part of her test paper: "Didn't you tell me?"

"Well, the teacher said that the situation is too complicated, so I won't talk about it..."

"It's really complicated, there's no need to worry about this kind of problem."

He doesn't like to communicate with people, and he doesn't have much experience, so he doesn't know that when talking to others—especially the friendly opposite sex who has helped him—should be friendly, at least smile, so that the tone is not so cold and ruthless , even most of the time his smile is somewhat sly and hostile.

The girl froze for a moment, as if a little disappointed, but she still didn't think what he said meant rejection: "Just tell me the general idea, I still want to understand this question, otherwise I can't feel at ease..."

It is a probability problem, discussed in three situations, and each possibility requires a lot of calculations. Once the logical relationship is confused, it is easy to go to a dead end-he participated in the Olympiad when his head was still intact, and he has practiced harder than this I don't think there is anything wrong with the question, the left and right are just listing the logical chain of various conditions, and then calculating them one by one.

But the explanation was a bit cumbersome. He was not willing to talk so much with people other than Xia Jingzhe. After weighing it for a second, he decided to use the imminent ringing of the class bell to perfunctory and let the other party ask the teacher themselves.

Anyway, the next session is a self-study class, and it’s not too far to go to the office... Thinking of this, the young man raised his head, and was about to say the words he had planned, but was interrupted for the second time by a sudden change—someone kicked him. He kicked his chair leg, and then a mocking voice came from the rear left: "You can't be fooled, are you?"

——From his deskmate who was swinging his chair and playing with his mobile phone.

"...Choose C." Zhen Xiao picked up the pen indifferently, pulled a piece of draft paper, and said while writing, "There are three possibilities according to the meaning of the question, the first is directly hired by the company, and the second is to submit After the resume is eliminated under a certain probability, there are one or more rounds of screening here, which need to be calculated. The third type is recommended by others. The default is the company’s one-way choice. Depending on the referrer, the probability of being admitted is also different. , the specific data can be obtained from the title, so... this line has a branch, this line has two branches, this... every branch must be calculated, and the calculated result is C, understand? ?”

The last four words faintly increased strength, obviously not just for the girl in front of me.

His voice was still cold when he spoke seriously, but he showed rare patience in the process of talking, which made his indifferent tone less unkind, just like his unreasonably affectionate eyes, it was Chun Bing. The unmelting coldness was surprisingly lovable——the girl's cheeks were flushed, and she was confused when she heard it, but she still tightly squeezed the draft paper he handed her, and said softly: "Well, I seem to understand... …Thanks!"

The class bell rang at the right time, alleviating the embarrassment that he had just learned how to say thanks and had not yet mastered the skill of "accepting thanks from others".

"You're quite straightforward when you help others." It was not until the girl hurried back to her seat that Xia Jingzhe commented nonchalantly and resumed her normal sitting posture.

Zhen Xiao heard the words, the hand that corrected the test paper for him paused, and continued to write stroke by stroke, deliberately lowering his voice, but he could still hear the tit-for-tat meaning in the words: "Didn't you ask me to say it?"

The kick on his chair was not light, and the threat was obvious.

"It's impolite to be perfunctory, social interaction is part of self-care ability," Xia Jingzhe muttered softly, "...two different things."

The tone seemed a little sour.

No wonder.This person in front of him has not had a good face since the first time he saw him. He was either maliciously ridiculing or treating each other indifferently. Recently, he got along a little more peacefully, but he did not know where he picked up the bad habit of teasing others. Every time he helped him What, even if it is a little effort, there are always a lot of preconditions, and they are keen to provoke him before he gets angry, and then he will accept it as soon as he sees it, and then help him in a gunpowder-flavored form of "equal trade with no loss". Busy... Compared with the appearance of giving lectures to others honestly, they are completely different things.

There was a soft sound of paper in front of him, interrupting the complaints hidden in his heart—Zhen Xiao put the corrected test paper back on his desk, and commented meaningfully: "The mistakes are all objective questions, so worry-free. .”

The scores were neither high nor low, and probably ranked before half of the per capita test scores, but four or five multiple-choice questions were wrong, and of course including the last question that Zhen Xiao explained to others a few minutes ago.

The requirement for correcting the test paper is to write the process. I also know that he will not be too kind. The correction process is simple and concise, and the handwriting is very sloppy-the last "C" is a circle larger than other letters, and it is written in red pen. The extremely conspicuous position, alone without comment, is like a silent ridicule.

"Should I tell you again?" Zhen Xiao asked softly, looking at him with his chin propped up.

Resisting the urge to crumple this piece of paper, Xia Jingzhe glared at him, stuffed the test paper into the desk drawer, and opened the manga that he hadn't finished before, with a cold tone: "No, use it."

The other party skillfully put it away, shrugged, and turned to correct his own test paper - there was only one question.

A class passed peacefully, Xia Jingzhe had various labels on his body, people who were not familiar with him thought he was an inflammable and explosive substance, or some kind of vicious wild animal, but he himself did not grow up according to these labels , and not as sharp-edged as others imagined, at least when I was in the self-study class, I was quiet, holding a comic book in my hand, and the only small movement was to pick up a strand of hair with my index finger, and wrap it around my fingertips spin around.

The jet-black hair was hidden and reappeared, and it looked unexpectedly soft.

Zhen Xiao finished correcting the test papers and finishing the homework. There was nothing to do for a while, staring at a corner of the draft paper to let go, and suddenly remembered something, and then spontaneously turned to Xia Jingzhe, from the corner of the table he piled up. Two books were dug out of the stack of books used as cover, and he performed his duty of writing "no-brainer assignments" for others.

Xia Jingzhe just glanced at him, implying: "So conscious?"

During the talk, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Zhen Xiao's answer returned to normal volume: "What self-care skills will you teach me today, Teacher Xia?"

"Teaches you basic social manners, like not being sarcastic when accepting a request - but it looks like you've learned it."

There is something in the words, which is a little different from his usual speaking style.Zhen Xiao was quite sensitive to his changes, heard that he watched him silently for a while, but didn't feel anything wrong.

With Xia Jingzhe's temper, if he is provoked somewhere, even if he has nothing to do with him, he will definitely vent his dissatisfaction clearly and choke him with dirty words. If not, then it can be roughly divided into two possibilities, one It's because he didn't take it to heart and didn't bother to get angry. Like a cat in a comfortable environment, it's not so easy to blow up. Another possibility is that he is dissatisfied but refuses to talk about it, just like his attitude towards some heavy past.

Judging from the current situation, it is probably the second type.

Understanding people's hearts is much more difficult than thinking about mathematics, physics and chemistry. Fortunately, Xia Jingzhe is not so difficult for him to understand.Zhen Xiao looked at his expression, and instinctively thought that now is not the time to talk back, but to test him with soft words: "Then you..."

——Interrupt the casting for the third time.

"Student Zhenxiao, there is one more question I want to ask you..."

"Go." Xia Jingzhe turned around with a smile that was not a smile, and leaned against the wall, using the erected comic book to cover her side face, and also blocked the irritability that flashed past her eyes.

Zhen Xiao turned his thoughtful gaze around him before slowly turning to the girl in front of him: "Which question?"

"This question!"

The sound of tables and chairs moving suddenly sounded around him, and his deskmate pulled out the water bottle from the drawer, as if intending to leave.

The young man's eyes sank, he stretched out his hand, held his wrist in a place where no one else could see, and clasped it tightly to prevent him from leaving, but his tone was as indifferent as usual: "The second question is to fill in the blanks. The teacher has taught it in class. If you don't understand, go to it." Just ask the office - I have something to do and I don't want to waste time."

He still hasn't learned the so-called "basic social etiquette", and shows his "rudeness" almost deliberately.

The girl pursed her lips tightly and nodded, grabbed the test paper and left in a hurry.

Zhen Xiao was silent for a second, let go of Xia Jingzhe's hand, and turned to grab his sleeve with good sense of time, leaned on the back of the chair and turned around, looking at Xia Jingzhe's eyes, there was a little softness in his eyes The smile finally saw through his mind.

"Don't be angry," he said softly, "I'm quite straightforward in rejecting others, but I've never rejected you."

Xia Jingzhe was startled, shook off his hand, pulled the chair and sat down heavily, the half-empty and half-full plastic water bottle crashed into the drawer of the desk, making a muffled sound, covering the obscenity from the corner of his mouth.

"Xia Jingzhe..."

"Say."

"Are you still angry?"

"I said I'm not angry."

"I think I'm quite straightforward every time I help you."

"Speak from your conscience..."

"Xia Jingzhe."

"?"

"I'm hungry……"

"None of my business."

"You have chocolate in your pocket..."

"..."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Shut up and eat yours, idiot."