delicate flowers and weeds

Tang Hua was sitting in the classroom, on the desk was a book of mathematics "May Three".

No. 1 middle school has been divided into classes in the first semester, 3, 5, [-]... These odd-numbered classes are all science classes, and Tang Hua is a student who is not biased towards science.

But my grandfather is a master of Chinese studies, and Tang's mother is also a history student.

There were very few science students in the family, so Tang Hua applied for science with a black line.

Science may not necessarily make people rational, but it can definitely make people dizzy.

Teacher Fang's class has always been wild. He talked eloquently about a few big questions in the regular exams, and a math question with some private stuff, and left time for the students to study by themselves.

The current class is already a big class: two sessions, two sessions, or even one morning and one afternoon are connected together.

Tang Hua did the questions for more than two hours, and felt that the sky was dark.

He looked sideways:

Well, as expected.

Zhou Rong had already fallen asleep.

Look further to the right:

Fei Cao was lowering his head. He was sitting in a square posture. He was writing at a speed that was neither too fast nor too slow. The draft paper around him was blank.

He just continued one after the other at a constant speed, like a unemotional problem-solving machine.

Fei Cao's eyelashes are very long, and when he lowers his eyes, he can leave a shadow under his eyes. Looking at it from this angle, his eyes are dark and deep, and the tails of his eyes are drooping, giving people a sense of mystery that cannot be seen through. When he turned his head and smiled slightly, his facial features came to life, like a lively painting, and he was immersed in the scene when he looked at it, and he could feel the infinite spring.

"What are you looking at so preoccupied?" Fei Cao smiled and turned her head, just in time to meet his peeking eyes.

Tang Hua was caught straight, and it was true: "Look at the questions you did, so fast, at the same table, aren't you afraid of making mistakes?"

Fei Cao chuckled twice, and put the pen on the cap.

Then he gently pushed over his exercise book, and his voice was a little crisp: "Otherwise, the deskmate will check for me, is there anything wrong?"

Tang Hua took it and really started to answer the question.

Fei Cao did it much faster than him.

Others need to rack their brains to solve the questions, but he seems to relax by doing it.

Teacher Fang asked me to do a set of papers. In the next class, Fei Cao has already completed the fifth set.

Tang Hua changed a red pen, wanting to leave a mark on the test paper at the same table:

But he just didn't find a chance to make a move!

Fei Xueba's writing is even more standard and detailed than the answers.

Tang Hua gritted his teeth, a little discouraged, and pushed the book back: "I won't read it."

Fei Cao looked at the red pen in his hand and understood: "At the same table, do you really want to see me doing something wrong?"

The book was still in Tang Hua's hands, Fei Cao took advantage of this gesture to flip through a blank page, and then filled in a "C" in the multiple-choice question without looking at it, and signaled: "Here, it's wrong."

In case of indecision, choose "C"?

In such a posture, the two of them were very close, and the breath of the sea came over their faces again.

Tang Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the red pen in his hand finally became useful, and he marked a correct "X" on it.

For some reason, I always feel being accommodated by the other party, coaxing me like a child.

Young Master Tang didn't think he was such a naive person before this.

After coaxing the little flower, Fei Cao closed the exercise book, took out the unfinished psychology book from the drawer, pushed it in the middle, and asked, "Together?"

"Well, together."

There is a bookmark in the book, which is a relatively hard white card, with a few strokes on it, and it can be seen that it was written by Fei Cao.

Fei Cao took out the bookmark and put it away, tilting her head to look at the young master who was reading seriously.

He himself reads very quickly, ten lines at a glance, and he can finish reading ordinary books in a day or two at the slowest.

He has never thought or thought that one day he will read books with others.

The young master read it very carefully. After all, he read it from the middle. Many professional terms were obscure to him, so he was a little stuck, and he could only read it word by word slowly.

To waste time waiting for others, in the eyes of Fei Cao before, it was impossible.

Surprisingly not annoying, though.

The math class in the morning made everyone feel dizzy.

Teacher Fang spoke eloquently, standing on the podium to point out Jiang Shan and scold Fang Qiu, making people feel that he is a young man who is always energetic in his teens, and the person sitting under the stage is an old man who is dying.

The get out of class bell finally rang, and Teacher Fang left the last Mathematical Olympiad question in class, and said with a final word: "Check next class."

Then he walked away with a book in his arms.

That question is far beyond the scope of high school, but it can broaden people's minds and exercise their brains.

When Tang Hua went to eat, he was still thinking about the correct answer to that big question.

He listed the steps one by one in his mind, but he always felt that something went wrong.

It seems that it is only one centimeter away from the last light, and it is impossible to reach it with all my strength.

Uncle Song still drove an RV and parked at the back door, Zhou Rong held an umbrella and yawned and walked lazily behind Tang Hua.

After eating, Tang Hua simply sat in the car and overturned the previous steps, and recalculated.

But it's not right, it's not right at all...

After struggling with the pen for half an hour, Tang Hua crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash can in frustration:

He finally admitted that he couldn't do it.

At this moment, Tang Hua thought of Fei Cao again.

His deskmate is so smart, he must have an idea at a glance.

Go ask him this afternoon.

Boys of this age don't admit defeat in everything.

If it was someone else, no matter how ordinary Tang Hua was, he would not admit that others were smarter than him, let alone ask him for advice.

Kefei Cao is different.

Feicao seems to be special here in Tanghua.

Tang's family has already found a dormitory for him: the place where the teachers rest.

Someone is cleaning it up now.

Tang Hua had seen the photos sent by Uncle Song: it was a single room with a balcony and a bathroom, and it was only for him to rest for two hours at noon.

So this is also Tanghua's last day to rest in the RV.

Uncle Song carefully covered the young master with a thin blanket, and slowly closed the door to go to the front seat.

"Where's Zhou Rong?"

"That monkey, just now he saw the young master doing a problem, so he scratched his head and scratched his head and said he was going to play ball. I saw that he couldn't stand up, so I let him go first."

"Yeah." Tang Hua hugged the pillow in his arms and started to yawn, "Let him go."

Uncle Song sighed: "Obviously I'm looking for a companion for the young master, so it's outrageous to be so jumpy, I have to talk to the young master about it later."

"Don't...Uncle Song, this is fine, don't tell my brother."

After Tang Hua woke up, he wiped his face and smoothed his clothes, and when he opened the door, he found that Uncle Song had fallen asleep on the car seat.

He was quite old, and he sent his mother-in-law out in the morning, and when he came back, he drove to the school gate non-stop with a meal to wait for him.

Tang Hua shook the thin blanket, gently covered Uncle Song, and tiptoedly opened the car door and got out.

Fei Cao is a person who naturally sleeps less.

Others will get sleepy and have dark circles under the eyes if they stay up late, and they always have to take a nap in the midsummer heat.

But Fei Cao didn't need it at all.

When he was at his best, he worked in the bar all night, and the next day he went to class as if he had nothing to do, and his thinking was not affected at all.

When Tang Hua came in, there was only Fei Cao in the class:

A posture that has remained unchanged for thousands of years is doing a problem.

Very good, it is worthy of being a question-making machine with no emotions.

Tang Hua put away the umbrella and sat down on the seat, and leaned over, her eyes brightened: "At the same table, have you done the Mathematical Olympiad problem left by Teacher Fang?"

"Let me see, let me see" was written all over his face.

Fei Cao draws her voice: "That--I didn't do it..."

Those twinkling star eyes dimmed in an instant.

"I lied to you."

Fei Cao took out an exercise book from the half-stacked books in front of the table, opened it and pushed it over, touched Tang Hua's forehead with her slender fingers, immediately left it, and smiled: "Little deskmate, why are you so nice?" cheat?"

Tang Hua's eyes were all on the exercise book, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "It's just you."

That's it for you.

That's why you dare to lie to me.

The subconscious meaning in this sentence pleased Fei Cao, and when he crushed it with his hands, there was still the fragrance and softness of the other party remaining on it.

It is really easy to touch.

Tang Hua was immersed in the ocean of knowledge at this time.

Like the rain after a long drought, when the red furnace touches the snow, the dry light bulb in his mind instantly lights up.

The homework books cost one yuan each in the supermarket downstairs. The smell of new paper and pen and ink is mixed together, which is very special and not unpleasant.

The handwriting on the paper is neat and detailed, full of formula steps.

That question tormented Tang Hua all afternoon, even when he was sleeping, he was submerged in the sea of ​​questions. Now that he saw it, he understood it completely.

After Fei Cao finished, he also used a pen to list the second calculation method below.

The two steps are different, and the formulas used are also different, but they all lead to the same goal, and the final calculated answer is the same.

Tang Hua was fascinated by the sight, and couldn't help raising his head and asking, "This is...?"

Fei Cao followed his line of sight, and said in a calm tone, "I'm afraid of making a mistake, so use two methods to make it and check it."

"Same table...same table! You are a genius, do you know that?"

Infected by the light of admiration in the other party's eyes, Fei Cao smiled: "Yes, yes, I understand."

There was some perfunctory in his words, obviously he said that to save the young master's face.

On the contrary, Tang Hua was very serious: "Fei Cao, you are really a genius."

Be the only one among thousands of people, the special one.

Fei Cao thinks this young master is really interesting.

He can always accurately grasp the softest place in his heart.

Unable to stop the smile, Fei Cao's voice was very soft: "At the same table, I remember what you said."

Outside, the cicadas were chirping loudly, and the sun shone through in large swaths. It was the enthusiastic youth of the two teenagers.

As if time has no end and will not pass, those beautiful warmth will always be frozen in this moment.

There is 10 minutes of preparation time before the afternoon class.

The class is bustling and chattering.

The voices of the students in the front row were loud, floating over the entire classroom, and reaching Tang Hua's ears:

"Lao Fang's question is really difficult. I have been thinking about it all afternoon and I have no idea."

"I sent it to my brother in the mathematics department. My brother took a look and scolded me for embarrassing him!"

"Old Fang is really not a man, and he can't get it out of Baidu at all. He must have found the questions from the Mathematical Olympiad question bank again to do it for us!"

……

They discussed colorfully, and their words were full of embarrassment about the subject.

Tang Hua pushed the table down, his voice was cool, but the whole classroom was silent: "Fei Caohui, why don't you ask him?"

The person who always gets full marks in mathematics and Lao Fang will always mention it in class: Fei Cao.

No one thinks they can beat each other.

But no one ever thought of asking each other for advice.

It's not that the other party is too arrogant and indifferent, but...

Two students whispered: "How can I deal with a murderer's child?"

Tang Hua threw a book and hit the opponent's face.

He stood up with a cold face: "What did you say? Can you say it again?"

The surroundings are silent, but there are always vague eyes sweeping over, slowing down the pain of the knife.

They seemed to be delaying Fei Cao.

Tang Hua suddenly felt powerless and felt that he had messed up something.

in case……

If it is possible……

He hoped that Fei Cao would have a normal and warm high school life.

His deskmate is obviously a genius, and he should enjoy the treatment of a genius.

Annoyed and sad, the young master suddenly didn't dare to face his deskmate again.

The author has something to say:

Oscar Wilde: The public is amazingly tolerant, forgiving everything but genius.

Keigo Higashino: Some people hate for no reason, they are mediocre, untalented, and mediocre, so your excellence, your talent, your kindness and happiness are all original sins.