he is afraid, he pretends

Probably because Wen Siyuan hadn't spoken for a long time, Wu Luming's voice sounded again: "I heard from Brother Jin that you are here for the Chinese class in high school."

Wen Siyuan came back to his senses, met Wu Luming's peaceful gaze, and agreed, "Yes."

After he agreed, he suddenly realized what Wu Luming meant by half.

The picture of the math problem on the screen is still in the state of being clicked. It seems that it should be the last big question of a test paper. There are four words "competition test paper" in the upper right corner of the test paper as a subtitle.

Wen Siyuan's grades in all subjects were top-notch in high school, but he hadn't been exposed to mathematics and science courses for several years. Now that such a topic is put in front of him for him to write, it must be no problem to do it, but it will definitely take some time.

He didn't know how long Wu Luming had been standing behind him, but most of the students would definitely not be able to directly calculate the answer to such a big Olympiad problem without any calculations on scratch paper.

He looked at Wu Luming again, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Can you do this question?"

Wu Luming nodded lightly.

Wen Siyuan originally didn't intend to reply to these students on how to solve the problem.

The three people who sent the questions were all boys, and they sent messages almost at the same time. One of them sent a photo of the question, and even the watermark on the bottom right corner of the network image was not removed.

Obviously, I didn't ask the question sincerely, so it is meaningless to spend time to give a solution to the problem.

However, seeing Wu Luming standing quietly beside the sofa after nodding his head, he asked again in a strange way: "Then can you help me with two more questions?"

Wu Luming nodded again, then walked out from behind the sofa and walked around to him.

He appeared in front of Wen Siyuan, and Wen Siyuan realized that, except for the hat, pajamas and pajamas, he was wearing a pair of red socks on his feet.

The socks look like they are hand-knitted, they look very thick and warm, especially the soles of the feet, which seem to be double-thickened specially.

The slippers on his feet were no longer red, they were the wooden cotton slippers in this family, the same as the ones on Wen Siyuan's feet.

Wen Siyuan sat on the couch in the middle of the living room.

Seeing Wu Luming approaching, he moved aside, giving Wu Luming a place near the computer on the armrest of the sofa.

When Wu Luming sat down, he asked, "Do you need a pen and paper?"

Wu Luming replied "No" gently, and began typing quickly on the keyboard.

Wen Siyuan straightened his glasses and looked at it, and found that what he typed in was the detailed steps to solve the problem.

After solving a problem quickly, he clicked on another picture, and just glanced at it briefly, and it was like solving the previous problem again, without any previous problem-solving calculations, and directly and efficiently solved the detailed problem-solving All the steps were typed into the chat box.

Because of his reply, those students who asked math questions sent several questions one after another.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan originally wanted to tell Wu Luming not to continue answering, but when he turned his head and saw Wu Luming's expression, he didn't say anything.

Although Wu Luming did not show any emotional ups and downs on his face as usual, he was more serious and focused than usual.

It was obvious that he did not resent what he was doing.

Difficult math problems seem to be the simplest repetitive operation on the assembly line under his hands.

Probably because he replied too quickly, the three students sent a few words of exclamation at the same time, and the questions they asked were no longer limited to mathematics, and they asked difficult questions one by one in a materialistic, biological, political, and historical manner.

Wu Luming could quickly give answers to all science questions with a glance.

When encountering difficult questions in the liberal arts, he will pause for a while, but he can always give accurate answers in the end.

After going through all the subjects, the three students finally stopped.

One of them sent a message.

[Mr. Wen, you are so strong! ! ! 】

Looking at the message that appeared in the chat box, Wu Luming finally withdrew his hand from the keyboard.

He took the milk on the side coffee table.

The milk that was smoking when it was put down was just at the right temperature for drinking.

He gulped down the milk, then took out a piece of paper and gently wiped off a circle of milk stains near his upper lip.

After collecting the paper and throwing it into the trash can, he smiled at Wen Siyuan and said, "There should be no more problems related to language. I'm going back to my room."

Wen Siyuan thanked him after hearing the words.

Wu Luming responded with a chuckle again, then got up and went into the kitchen with the cup.

Probably because of his illness, Wu Luming always speaks very slowly and gently, and besides that, he seems to be easily dazed.

Wen Siyuan has seen it several times, at the dinner table.

When the elders of the family were at the dining table, Wu Luming would chat with the elders in a warm voice from time to time, and the movement of eating basically did not stop.

But once the old man finishes eating and enters the kitchen, his eating movements will gradually slow down, and he will be in a daze for a long time before starting to eat again.

He doesn't seem to like eating very much, and it doesn't matter whether the food is delicious or not, it's just that he doesn't have much energy.

But every meal, he would still finish the meal served by the second elder without a single grain left.

Wen Siyuan was a little lost in thought, and subconsciously followed Wu Luming all the way.

It wasn't until he saw Wu Luming's figure disappearing into the corner of the second floor that he withdrew his gaze and came back to his senses.

In the chat box on the computer, the student who just said he was strong sent another long message.

[Ms. Wen, to tell you the truth, don’t be angry, because our school often comes to substitute teachers, so there is an unwritten rule that every time a new substitute teacher comes, we will test the substitute teacher first s level. 】

[You are definitely the most powerful teacher I have ever seen so far!Don't worry, Mr. Wen, our whole class will definitely be full of energy in your class in the future! 】

Wen Siyuan was stunned for a moment when he saw the words sent by the students.

He looked towards the room where Wu Luming was on the second floor, and what Wu Luming said just before he left flashed in his mind—there should be no more questions that are not related to language.

So Wu Luming spoke up at the beginning because he knew he was being made things difficult.

The date in the lower right corner of the computer shows December 12th.

Tuesday, Wen Siyuan's second day in this rural town.

In Wen Siyuan's eyes, the boy who was originally as silent as a gray and white image suddenly became vivid and three-dimensional at this moment.

Smart enough to be just right, meticulous and quiet.

It's like a pearl buried in the sand, because the shaking of the sand reveals a little crystal.

For the first time, Wen Siyuan became curious about a person.

He couldn't figure it out, it was clear that any one of Wu Luming's advantages would be enough to make him a dazzling leader among his peers.

But no matter how you look at it, this person who should be living in the sun with a lively smile, why is it like this, even the simplest breathing seems to be taking a lot of effort to maintain.

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The next morning, it was snowing lightly outside.

Wen Siyuan put on a scarf and pushed open the door of the hut.

He walked a few steps, suddenly seemed to think of something, stopped, turned around and looked up to the second floor.

A window on the second floor was wide open, and a fiery figure stood in front of the window.

The man covered himself tightly from head to toe, revealing a small face in the air, and he was holding a small water pot to water something unclear in a basin in front of the window.

Wen Siyuan's turn was quickly caught by the watering man on the second floor.

Wu Luming stopped his movements, without the slightest embarrassment of being watched, as usual, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, he waved to Wen Siyuan who was looking up from below.

The big red padded jacket and the red gloves look like a well-behaved lucky doll in a New Year painting.

Wen Siyuan stopped and looked at it silently for a moment, then raised his hand and responded to Wu Luming's wave.

After responding, he turned and left, and when he turned the corner of the alley, he could still catch the conspicuous red in the ice and snow out of the corner of his eye.

Going home this evening, the snow outside the house will be much heavier tomorrow than in the morning.

When Wen Siyuan washed up as usual and went to the living room on the first floor with the computer, the elder brother of the family had already fallen asleep.

Around eight o'clock, he saw Wu Luming go downstairs to warm up a cup of milk.

The two people looked at each other and said hello, and Wu Luming went back to the second floor with the hot milk.

That night, Wen Siyuan faintly heard the strong wind blowing outside the house in his sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw the news that Blizzard was suspending classes for a day.

Before Wen Siyuan came here, Wu Shengjin mentioned that Wu Luming is currently on leave of school.

The two elders in the family are also of retirement age, and the furthest activity on weekdays is walking around the neighborhood.

Therefore, the only person affected by Blizzard was Wen Siyuan.

For the first time since Wen Siyuan came here, he didn't go out during the day.

The four of them had dinner in the morning, and after watching TV in the living room for a while, Wu Luming went back to the room on the second floor.

After lunch at noon, the snow outside the house was a little lighter, so the two elders took some things out of the kitchen and said they were going to send them to the old couple next door.

Wu Luming went back to his room for an afternoon nap, Wen Siyuan briefly sorted out what he had to do today, and started working in the living room on the first floor.

He was easily distracted when he was doing things, and when he finished dealing with the few things he had arranged for the afternoon, he looked at the time and found that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

He moved away from the computer and stretched. Just halfway through the stretch, he suddenly paused.

Someone was sitting on the sofa opposite.

When he saw it, Wu Luming was hugging his knees and curled up on the sofa, with his head resting on his knees, staring at him without blinking.

Wen Siyuan's stretching motion froze in place for a while, and finally stretched briefly, then looked at Wu Luming and asked, "When did you come?"

The teenager curled up on the sofa blinked slowly, then glanced at the alarm clock in the living room, and replied softly, "Half an hour."

A very tall person, I don't know if it is because he is too thin, when he curls up, he looks so small that he will be swallowed by the sofa at any time.

Looking at the red-clad person sunk in the milky white sofa in front of him, Wen Siyuan unconsciously lowered his voice: "Woke up from a nap?"

Wu Luming's voice was still soft: "I lay down for a while, but I didn't sleep."

Hearing this, Wen Siyuan and Wu Luming looked at each other for a moment: "Bored?"

Wu Luming reflected on Wen Siyuan's words for a while, then shook his head: "Looking at you working hard, time seems to pass quickly."

Wen Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, and saw Wu Luming gently put his face on his knees, his face was still expressionless, but he said in a very serious tone: "You are different from anyone I have ever seen, you seem to... live very seriously.”

"Why do you think so?" Wen Siyuan asked.

Wu Luming was silent for a while, and instead of answering Wen Siyuan's words immediately, he asked, "Have you finished your work?"

Wen Siyuan nodded.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Wen Siyuan said without thinking, "Read a book."

After he gave a quick answer, Wu Luming smiled softly. Although there was still no warmth in his eyes, the width of the smile seemed to be more obvious than the usual polite smile.

"Look," he said softly, "you always seem to be able to know and allocate what you should do in each time period. Seven o'clock in the morning is the time for you to go out, seven o'clock in the evening is the time for you to start working, before nine o'clock You will definitely go back to your room, I have never met a person who can always make time to do everything well."

"So you think I'm serious about living?"

"Yeah." The boy put his face on his knees and blinked slowly.

Wen Siyuan silently looked into the boy's slightly confused eyes for a moment, and agreed, "You can think so."

As he said, he turned off the computer and got up, seeing Wu Luming's eyes subconsciously follow him upwards, he asked in a mysterious way: "Do you wish time would pass faster?"

Wu Luming lightly agreed.

Wen Siyuan lowered his eyes and picked up the computer: "Do you want to read a book with me?"

Wu Luming slowly sat up straight: "What book?"

Wen Siyuan was silent for a while, and then said: "Travel notes."

"Okay."

Wu Luming lifted the blanket wrapped around his legs, and when he stretched his legs off the sofa, he took up a piece of trousers. His slender and pale legs were exposed to the air for a moment, and then were quickly covered by the trouser legs again.

"Look here?" He stood up straight and looked at Wen Siyuan and asked.

"The book is in my room." Wen Siyuan agreed, "I'll go up and put the computer on, and then take the book down."

Wu Luming picked up the scarf beside the sofa and wrapped it around: "Can I watch it directly in your room? Or in my room, the heating in the living room seems to be a bit insufficient today."

Wen Siyuan glanced at Wu Luming's hands that were obviously red from the cold as he was putting on a scarf.

He agreed aloud: "Okay, then just watch it in my room."

The author has something to say:

These few chapters are boring, and I am also boring to write. There are probably 2-3 chapters left in this section.