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How Xie Lin, who sleeps so lightly, fell asleep in an environment where he was taking medicine and eating broadcasting level, he himself was unbelievable. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was dimly bright.

I took out the phone next to the pillow and looked at it. It was less than six o'clock.

Sitting up, just as his feet touched the ground, an arm suddenly fell in front of his eyes. Xie Lin leaned back reflexively, and almost kissed the back of his head on the side of the bed.

The entire arm fell off, showing his sleeping skills. Xie Lin looked at the person who squeezed into the hollow rectangle with one shoulder, and really regretted why he was so lazy and chose the lower berth. He slept so dishonestly. Maybe one day he would practice high Alright, jump down...

Xie Lin crossed his arms and touched his chin.

In front of her eyes was a quilt twisted in a fancy way with the deity, her arm stuck in the guardrail, and the red marks on her flesh...

……

No.

Don't the adults have any clues about the virtues of their children when they sleep?Didn't consider the guardrail style when buying a bed? ?

Oh yes, probably thought I was sleeping on the top bunk.

Xie Lin crossed his hips and sighed. The adults who don't care if their son comes back to sleep or not have to spend a lot of time to buy a bed. It's hard for them to die.

The arm fell too hard to be sent back. Xie Lin didn't want to wake him up, so he looked back when he opened the door.

The person on the bed was breathing evenly, and he didn't hear him tossing and tossing last night, so the fever probably subsided.

The door closed and opened again, Xie Lin walked back quickly, pulled out part of the quilt that Lin Jiuxin was holding between his legs, and threw it on him.

A smell of rice came out, Xie Lin flapped his nostrils, and sniffed fiercely, the smell and the pleasure it brought were similar to yesterday.

People are like this, it is difficult to adapt to the hard days, and the good days are in place in a second.

He is very comfortable now.

After washing up, breakfast was ready. Lin Shaonan was sitting at the table eating, while Wu Qian was serving a bowl of porridge and putting it in front of him.

Xie Lin hasn't decided whether to mention Lin Jiuxin's cold or not. It seems that the person concerned doesn't want his family to know.

Xie Lin doesn't want to get involved too much for the family who is not considered a family here. Whether it is long or short, it is enough to maintain a certain distance and reasonable manners. Other than that, there is no need to get involved too much , even the only biological father Lin Shaonan who was within reach and related to him was no exception.

Xie Lin sat down and ate quietly.

The other two were not like him, so he heard the following set of conversations——

Lin Shaonan: Did Xinxin come back last night?

Wu Qian: Well, his shoes are here.

Lin Shaonan: Wake him up, don't go out to buy breakfast for class, why don't Linlin obediently eat at home and go, get up half an hour early and have everything.

Wu Qian: I'll call him.

"He probably won't be able to get in," Xie Lin raised his head, and was a bit stuck when he received a table's gaze: "Then what...he has a fever."

All right, let's talk.

Wu Qian stared at him for the next second: "What did you say? Xin, Xin Xin, does he have a fever?"

"It's not serious, it's burning..." In the middle of speaking, Wu Qian's slippers were already flying, and she started to run in a panic.

Xie Lin watched all the way, followed her to Lin Shaonan's big bedroom, eh?

Just as she was in a daze, Wu Qian ran out again, carrying her mobile phone to their small bedroom, saying that she had to take a picture, since she hadn't seen her son have a fever for many years.

Xie Lin was stunned.

Lin Shaonan laughed loudly: "Linlin is still here, why are you crazy?"

What a warm and reproachful tone, Xie Lin frowned, turned his head to look, the man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, because of laughing, there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were also curved.

After drinking the rest of the soy milk in one gulp, Xie Lin got up to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, but Lin Shaonan didn't let him do that, and asked him to sit down and have a chat.

"Your Auntie Wu told me that you are very capable, and you really are," Lin Shaonan knocked on the big bowl and the small bowl, and the bottom of the plate was the dirty bowl and chopsticks with a structure like a pagoda: "Have you reported to your mother that you are safe here?" ? Your mother keeps complaining to me, saying that you miss her too much, think too much, and don't focus on your studies, and she is very worried."

... This person could not be Duan Zhengchun's soul.

Xie Lin couldn't figure it out. Didn't she just show off her affection with Wu Qian, and then turn around and talk to him about whispering with his mother? ?

His legs trembled, but he didn't make a sound.

"The college entrance examination is not far away. Just for this year, let everything go first. Don't worry about it. I will find a way about money and do my best..."

"No need." Xie Lin stood up, without looking at Lin Shaonan, went back to the room, picked up his schoolbag and left.

The anti-theft door slammed behind him.

**

The only breakfast he enjoyed became less enjoyable, Xie Lin began to seriously consider the three meals a day at school, and went to the cafeteria to take a look at the school to serve breakfast.

Very good, Xie Lin went to class with peace of mind.

This Friday, less than 72 hours before the first placement test, Xie Lin, who stepped into the class, suddenly had the feeling that he had entered a key high school.

The classroom was much quieter than yesterday. After the get out of class bell was rang, there was probably the rustling sound of flipping books. Few left their seats, and some of them walked silently as if they had practiced light kung fu... Xie Lin felt for the first time that the end of class was not easy. Seamless connection to class.

The textbooks of each subject are basically finished, and the rest is all self-study. The teacher will come and watch in turn, and you can Q&A with them if you don't know it.

It was so close to what he imagined in his third year of high school, but Xie Lin didn't get much splash in his heart, neither the excitement of secretly rubbing, nor the sadness of counting down.

After finishing a set of questions by himself, he bit his pen in a daze, and his eyes drifted to the same table inexplicably, the place was empty.

Last night, he went to the pharmacy and bought some for reducing fever, for sore throat, and for relieving runny nose, aiming to prescribe the right medicine... The question is, does he take it?

Xie Lin himself is also very helpless about being an individual intermittently, it's so good that people and gods are all angry.

Whatever he does, criticize him like crazy.

……

The bell rang during the big class break, Xie Lin closed the paper, and someone in the front row turned around.

"How? Are you all right?"

Xie Lin raised his eyelids.

There were two people in the front row, a male student paired with a female student, the envied yin-yang combination in the science class. When Xie Lin looked at them, the male student who spoke seemed startled, and smiled more politely: "Also... okay? Right? "

"What's wrong?" Xie Lin could only ask the confusing question.

Xu felt that it was unusual, and the female student who was as rare as a giant panda also turned around.

"Damn, it doesn't matter if you sit with him." The male student glanced at the empty table next to him: "There was a fight yesterday, so I want to ask you..."

"We're fine." Xie Lin leaned back in his chair, expressionless.

The classmate was choked, and his smile froze all of a sudden.

It was probably a table fight to show affection, the female student couldn't see it, she tugged the male student's sleeve, motioning him to turn his head back and stop talking to the people behind him, with a cautious and timid expression of not daring to cause trouble.

If there was only this kind of simple expression, Xie Lin would not even be interested in looking at them two more times, but in fact, when the two turned their heads back, their faces showed different degrees of "what kind of bird is this?" , 'I think I'm so awesome', 'I'm ashamed to give back my face', 'Bah, I'm a bird of a feather' and other meanings...

Xie Lin raised his face, his gaze sank.

Before he could get angry, a new Nike AIRMAX running shoe suddenly kicked on the edge of his table, and with a slap, the hair of the boy in the front seat danced and fluttered.

"Jiang Xiaolong, what are you doing? How dare you be so rampant when Brother Nine is not around? Do you think so in front of him if you have the ability?" The noble son of Nike pointed majesticly at the surprised male student: "The whole class can't contain you , you want to take off? Come, come! I am satisfied with you, now I will take you around the playground twice, follow me." Saying that, he started to grab the little dragon in the river.

Xiaolong turned into a loach in an instant, and suddenly squeezed towards the female student next to him, causing the female student to squeal and scream.

Xie Lin's ears rang.

"Put your feet down."

What's wrong with talking and kicking the desk?

Your son was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Xie Lin.

"Wipe the table." The person in the seat said coldly.

The young master looks familiar, and seems to be sitting in their area. If I remember correctly, the little red dot of ginseng doll on Lin Jiuxin's forehead was erased yesterday because of this classmate's reminder...

Tsk, one of Lin Jiuxin's many younger brothers.

The young master was very obedient, put his feet down, returned to his seat to get a tissue, and came over to wipe the table.

Xie Lin just looked at him all the way.

At this moment, student Xiaolong in the front row suddenly slapped the table and stood up. At the same time, he glanced at Xie Lin, straightened his back, pointed at the young master and asked loudly: "What's wrong? I'll just ask you what's wrong with me?! You Why do you bully people? What is your quality?"

"Only with this quality," the young master raised his voice, crumpled up a tissue and threw it at Jiang Xiaolong: "You, a cat or a dog who can't get on the stage, dare to show your face? I don't like Brother Ninth or you, man' Plus Brother 'Occupying the first rank in the grade is not as eager as you to run out to be cheap, how many are you? After a hundred years, the eight classes can't even draw a row, and they can't pull out more stinky and shameless than you... ..."

"How many classes?" Xie Lin interjected when Xiaolong's face turned purple.

"Eight." The young master replied to him.

eight?

Doesn't the school brochure say that there are six classes in the second year of high school?

Xie Lin had browsed the school's homepage before coming here, referring to the average score of last year, and calculated his possible ranking in this class according to the number of people, which seemed wrong.

"What's your highest score?" Xie Lin asked.

Xiaolong couldn't bear the humiliation and didn't dare to be tough. He glanced at the young master and replied to Xie Lin with aggrieved words, more than 600.

"Which time did you ask for the highest score?" The young master ignored Xiaolong and sat on Xie Lin's table with half of his buttocks.

"I took the exam recently."

"That doesn't have much reference value, it's so-so." The young master sighed.

Xie Lin wanted to find out first, to know where he is: "Then from the middle of last semester to the end of last semester, just give him an average score that is about the same as the first."

"At the end of the last semester, the monthly exams two months ahead are not counted. From the first year of high school, this is not accurate..." The young master pondered for a while: "It starts with the division of arts and sciences, and the top of the grade is probably..." I don't know if it's a trick Still thinking about it, he said after a while, "About 700, that's about the same score."

"Wow," Xie Lin couldn't help praising: "That 'plus size brother'??"

The young master tilted his head to look at the first few rows of the class. Even if he didn't point at Xie Lin exactly, he could roughly guess that there was a lonely student among all kinds of students who were chattering, drinking, and swaying between classes. From the back, this person is wearing black-rimmed glasses, buried in a book, with the standard configuration of a schoolmaster.

The young master turned his head and snorted coldly.

"He couldn't pass the exam. He just stepped on 620 after working hard at the end of the semester. Our school's questions are so destructive to human nature. After one exam, let's say he slept for eight hours."

Xie Lin felt fresh: "Who took the 700 exam?"

The other party smiled slyly, and raised his chin towards the empty table on Xie Lin's right.