what are you doing

"Don't eat your son," Ding Jianwei waved his hand, "Father will take you to eat barbecue, and after eating, both of us will take a shower."

"No," Ding An wiped his mouth, "I'm done eating, I'm going to study with Fang Zeyu after finishing my homework, you two go."

"Hey you kid, don't pull it down!" Ding Jianwei turned to look at Man Yi with a smile on his face, "Daughter-in-law, shall we go?"

"Don't forget to pack and bring some back!" Ding An shouted to the living room before entering the room.

It was almost 10:30 after finishing his homework, he took out his mobile phone and found Fang Zeyu's WeChat.

After 2 minutes, there was no movement on the phone, and Ding An went directly to 602 with the English paper.

It's so late, I don't know if Uncle Fang and the old couple slept or not.

Ding An gently knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Knocked again, still no response.

Just when Ding An was thinking about going home and forgetting about it, the door opened.

Fang Zeyu stood at the door covered in moisture, wearing pajamas, and wiping his head with a towel in his hand.

"Why don't you knock louder, I didn't even hear you." Fang Zeyu turned sideways to let him into the room.

"Aren't I afraid of disturbing your grandparents?" Ding An entered the room, "Why didn't you reply when I sent you a message?"

"I'm taking a shower, but I didn't see it." Fang Zeyu said.

Because the house is close, Ding An came directly wearing slippers, so there was no need to change shoes.

Fang Zeyu asked him to go to the bedroom to wait for him first, and he went to pour water.

Fang Zeyu's bedroom can only be described in one word: simple.

At a glance, there is only a big bed, a table, study materials are neatly placed on the table, and a chair. There is a wardrobe and a full-length mirror against the wall. The curtains are dark blue like the sheets.

If I had to add another word it would be: concise.

Anyway, the two mean the same thing.

Sitting on the bed, Ding An suddenly thought of something, and jumped up with a jolt.

As soon as Fang Zeyu came in, he saw Ding An's appearance. He put the water glass on the table, turned around and asked him, "What are you jumping for?"

"No, I didn't jump around," Ding An was a little embarrassed, "I see your bed is so clean, I'm afraid it will be dirty by you."

Fang Zeyu smiled: "Don't worry, I don't have a cleanliness fetish, just sit wherever I want."

Ding Anxin relaxed, and slumped on his big bed, saying in a low voice, "Your bed is really comfortable, softer than mine."

"Really?" Fang Zeyu said, "If you like to sleep at night, you can sleep here."

Ding An jumped up all of a sudden, squinted his eyes and stared at him for a while: "Did you not hold your fart well?"

"How come?" Fang Zeyu looked sincere, "You can sleep comfortably with me, and I'll go to your place to sleep with the kitten in my arms. It's the best of both worlds."

"What about tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow morning you eat the rice made by my grandma, and I drink the porridge made by your mother, wouldn't it be just right?"

Ding An looked at Fang Zeyu, and Fang Zeyu looked at him.

After a while, the two burst out laughing together.

"Okay, don't be poor," Ding An rubbed his face, "Can you get down to business?"

"Okay, get down to business," Fang Zeyu stretched out his hand, "show me your English paper."

Ding An handed over the paper in his hand.

Fang Zeyu's expression twisted for a moment.

He pointed to a pile of invisible black things on the paper and asked him, "What is this?"

The black strokes are scrawled together, and you have to get close to see a few letters inside.

Really a bunch.

"Confusion, chaos," Ding An looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

Really confusing.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zeyu asked him back, "Can you see what you wrote clearly?"

"Yes." Ding An said frankly.

"...It's okay," Fang Zeyu said, "You should really be thankful that there are many multiple-choice questions in the English paper."

……

Fang Zeyu probably skimmed through the papers. Just like what Ding An said, his main problem was that he couldn't distinguish the tense and the handwriting was too confusing.

The problem of tense was easy to solve. He picked out a few questions that Ding An got wrong and explained them to him.Fang Zeyu gave him another set of practice questions that he bought earlier from the table, and asked him to choose a special subject to do.

Ding An did it very quickly, and handed him the practice questions as soon as the pen was written.

Fang Zeyu put down the book in his hand, took it over and glanced at it.

Sorry, didn't read it.

"Can't you write stroke by stroke?" Fang Zeyu turned to ask him.

"How do you write one stroke in English?" Ding An asked him back.

"Then write slowly." Fang Zeyu gritted his teeth.

"My hands are shaking, I can't slow down!" Ding An was annoyed.

Fang Zeyu was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

He took a deep breath and used his trump card: "Do you still want to surpass me in the midterm exam? Do you still want to play basketball wantonly on the school playground before graduation?"

"You!" Ding An glared at him for a long while, then fainted.

"If you want to, just listen to me," Fang Zeyu raised his lips slightly, "you can write whatever I tell you to write."

Ding An let out a long sigh: "Got it!"

An hour later, Fang Zeyu reluctantly nodded as he looked at the paper in front of him that had been revised and corrected and finally caught his eye.

Ding An exhaled, and his whole body collapsed on the bed like a broken doll. Fang Zeyu went over and pushed him, "It's so late, you should go home."

"Don't touch me, my soul is dead." Ding An breathed in but didn't breathe out, he was about to die of sleepiness!

Fang Zeyu grabbed his hand and pulled him up: "Then please don't die on my bed with your soul."

"Fang Zeyu! You have no heart!" Ding An roared.

Fang Zeyu sent him out of the house very heartlessly.

Ding An took out the key and opened the door. Ding Jianwei and Man Yi had already showered and returned to sleep, and the room was quiet.

After taking a quick shower, he flew barefoot onto the bed, and Ami, who was licking fur in the dark, was frightened and flew up.

A night without dreams.

After a few days like this, Ding An's handwriting was finally able to be read, and even writing Chinese characters became much neater.

The mid-term exam came as soon as it was said, and according to the results of the monthly exam, Fang Zeyu should be ranked first in the first exam room.

Behind him is Ding An.

The first examination room for liberal arts was next door to Class 1, Grade [-]. Ding An and Fang Zeyu packed their things and walked to the examination room together.

The biggest difference between the first test room and the last test room is that the first test room is very quiet, almost everyone is reading with their heads down, or closing their eyes to rest their minds.

"Brother Yu, Brother Yu!"

As soon as Fang Zeyu walked to the door of Class 1, he heard someone calling him behind him. Looking back, Luo Ding's ever-enlarging face was rushing towards him.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zeyu pulled Ding An over and stood in front of him.

Ding An:? ? ?

"Fuck!" Ding An raised his hand to block Luo Ding hanging on him, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Brother An, you're here too!" Luo Ding grabbed his hand, "That's great! Lend me your hand to touch."