Be at the same table with the rumored boss

The three of Su Mianyang decided to skip class and go out for dinner.

In view of today's special circumstances, before skipping class, Su Mianyang still told Xiao Lang that he would not come back before the end of self-study at night.

Xiao Lang responded without saying anything.

Su Mianyang felt upset, "Your tablemate is going out, can't you say a few words to see you off?"

Xiao Lang was a little helpless, stopped the pen he was brushing the test paper, looked at Su Mianyang seriously and said, "Don't catch a cold in the dormitory tomorrow."

Su Mian raised his heart and said why he couldn't think about it and wanted Xiao Lang to say something?

"Also," when Xiao Lang looked up, the tiny folds of his eyelids overlapped, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a spot of light quietly fell into his eyes. He paused and said, "Come back early."

During recess, there are always some students playing and playing, especially in the parallel class. Some people scream loudly, some laugh out loud, some play games and scold teammates repeatedly.

Usually, Su Mianyang would feel a little noisy, but today he unexpectedly felt that the excitement was far away from him, and everything was a little unreal, except that the eyelashes of the person in front of him were close at hand and within reach.

By the time Su Mianyang realized this, his hand was about to touch Xiao Lang's eyelashes, and the distance between his fingertips and the eyelashes, which was no more than ten centimeters, was rapidly shrinking.

His heart beat twice for no reason, and before Su Mianyang could figure out where the strange emotion in his heart came from, he quickly turned his wrist, brushed his fingertips against Xiao Lang's face, and slapped Xiao Lang on Xiao Lang's face. Lang's shoulder, "I will."

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xishan class is the same as playing, especially in the evening self-study. Politics is easy to memorize and difficult to score. The multiple-choice questions are mostly irrelevant options without mistakes.

The students in the class have their own ideas, and sometimes the logic is not clear. No matter what Xishan says, everyone refuses to agree, so he simply quit, "You don't listen to what I said, you can see for yourself."

So Su Mianyang and the others were given a chance. Because they knew Xishan’s class habit, they skipped class without any sense of guilt, and skilfully jumped out from the back wall of the school. When the bell rang for evening self-study, the three of them were already sitting in the ramen shop. inside.

Liu Xiaodao asked the two people's opinions on whether to drink or not. Zhang Haichao hesitated again and again and chose pineapple beer due to the shadow of being caught by Lao Liu before. He waved his hand and said he didn't drink.

17-year-olds always think that they have become people who can shoulder everything. They can't wait to prove that they can learn from the attitude of adults, but in fact all they can touch is what happens in school.

Zhang Haichao talked about Qian Haitang, a girl he had liked since he joined the class, but she was good-looking and her grades were not bad. There were many people in the class who liked Qian Haitang, and the chances of them being successful were really low.

In the end, Zhang Haichao was still a little emotional, "I can't figure out why Lang Dae's position was moved back. There must be a lot of people in our class who want to be at the same table as Goddess Qian. Then I asked Lang Dae if there is anyone I like. , Guess what Father Lang said?"

Su Mianyang lowered his head seemingly unintentionally, and broke the char siew in the bowl in half with chopsticks.

"He said he has no idea of ​​a relationship in a short period of time," Zhang Haichao took a sip of pineapple beer, "I think it's a waste of his looks and achievements not to fall in love."

"Human Xueba is to give priority to grades. At this stage, falling in love is afraid of affecting grades." Liu Xiaodao said casually.

Su Mianyang picked up half of the char siu and ate it.

To be honest, Su Mianyang felt that his emotions were a little strange. When he heard Zhang Haichao's question, he was eager to know Xiao Lang's answer. Feeling a little down.

He shouldn't be so gossip about a friend's relationship.

In the end, the meal ended hastily, and Zhang Haichao and Liu Xiaodao temporarily decided to go to the Internet cafe to play games. Su Mianyang rejected the invitation to play games, and went back to school alone.

When Su Mianyang went back, the dormitory had already turned off the lights, and there were only a few people washing clothes in the water room. He passed a few dormitories, and most of them were still awake. Every small desk lamp that was on had its own secret.

Zhang Haichao didn't come back, Su Mianyang was the only one left in the dormitory, the excessive quietness made his senses extremely sensitive.

The bedroom next door seemed to be having a storytelling session, and the noise of laughter overwhelmed the other bedroom, making the opposite bedroom unhappy, coughing and stomping hints but to no avail, and finally sent someone out to knock on the door next door. stop.

The noises around his ears gradually disappeared, and the quietness of the night was especially evident at this moment. It was so quiet that he could hear the sound of dripping water from the open tap in the water room. Su Mianyang lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Probably because the night felt so safe that he let go of all his emotions wantonly in such a sky, and the loneliness fermented in the silent night, crawling along the window sill to his bedside.

Su Mianyang climbed out of bed, walked to the water room with his shoes and turned off the unscrewed faucet, and when he lay back on the bed, he was completely sleepless.

Su Mianyang scrolled down one by one in the Penguin contact page, and his fingers stayed on the contact marked as the answer for a long time before finally clicking in and sending a message:

"I am back."

Su Mianyang regretted it as soon as the news was sent out. He didn't know if he would wake people up if he sent the message late at night. He casually stuffed his phone under the pillow, covered his head with the quilt, and tried to fall asleep forcibly.

The slight vibration of the mobile phone hit Su Mianyang's weak nerves. He took out the mobile phone from under the pillow with a vague excitement, and he saw the message from Xiao Lang: "Go to bed early."

Su Mianyang's brain twitched, and his hand quickly replied: "I can't sleep, is there a sleep service?"

As soon as this news was sent out, Su Mianyang wished he could throw away his phone, why did he tell Xiao Lang that he couldn't sleep, if the other party wasn't sleeping pills, what could he do?

Answer: Is there anyone in your bedroom?

"No." Su Mianyang replied truthfully.

Before Su Mianyang figured out the intention of asking this question, Xiao Lang dialed in a call. Su Mianyang was startled by the sudden ringing in the middle of the night, and he almost slipped his hand and hung up.

After the call was connected, the single word "Hello" came into my ears. I don't know if it was because of the night or because of fatigue. Compared with the cold voice during the day, Xiao Lang's voice was more like the melting of an iceberg, with a soft and gentle voice.

The spring breeze brushed against his earlobe, but it calmed him down in an instant.

Goblin?Even the voice is so nice.

"Hello..." Su Mianyang replied hesitantly.

"It just so happens that I also suffer from insomnia, so we can get on with the business." Xiao Lang's voice was light and light, but it fell into Su Mianyang's ears like thunder.

Business?What business?

Su Mianyang tightened his knuckles while holding the phone, and regained his energy.

"You take out the math paper that Mr. Liu gave out today, and I'll give you some questions." Xiao Lang said.

this fucking...

"Xiao Lang," Su Mianyang sighed, "You think my insomnia isn't enough, so you have to make me have nightmares again?"

Having said that, Su Mianyang climbed out of bed obediently, turned on the small desk lamp in the dormitory, took out the math paper, and took out the pen and paper in a decent manner. At the end, he asked as if thinking of something, "You Are you going to sleep?"

"It's still early." Xiao Lang said.

Mathematics is the subject that Su Mianyang hates the most. There is no other reason, but it is because Su Mianyang was not good at calculation since he was a child.

Other liberal arts subjects copied the previous multiple-choice questions, and then compiled self-reflection, and few scored zero points, and this one is really not worth a single point.

Xiao Lang's lecture topics were similar to his usual speaking style. He picked out a few representative topics from a unit paper, without excessive nonsense, and all the words he said were on the point, trying to use the simplest language to describe his ideas completely. .

Since the audience was Su Mianyang, he deliberately slowed down his speaking speed, leaving enough time between steps for Su Mianyang to react, and carefully recounted every formula used.

Su Mianyang was surprised to find that he could understand the math problems that usually give him a headache at a glance, and he finally understood why those group of top students always like to ask Xiao Lang for questions.

After Su Mianyang understood all the questions, he glanced at the time on his phone. It was [-]:[-], almost in time for his usual bedtime.

Su Mianyang climbed onto the bed, lay on his side, and listened to Xiao Lang's lecture on the transformation of formulas. When the other party asked a question, he answered each question, and he went through all the formulas of a unit in a short while.

Xiao Lang seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction, he answered "Yes" and then asked in a low voice: "Are there any other questions?"

Su Mianyang's cell phone was pressed to his ear, and the response was right next to his ear, as if Xiao Lang was lying beside him and whispering.After realizing this, Su Mianyang's earlobes quickly became hot.

Night is always the easiest time for people to relax their vigilance. After Xiao Lang asked this sentence, Su Mianyang was silent for a while. For some reason, he suddenly thought of what Zhang Haichao said during the day.

A star of fire fell into the dry grass, and just waiting for the opportunity of the evening wind, it burned into a prairie fire, and the inexplicable feelings that grew wildly at night burned all the reason.

Su Mianyang could hear his heart beating like a drum, he lowered his head and asked softly, "Do you have someone you like?"

Xiao Lang on the other end of the call suddenly fell silent.

When Su Mianyang wanted to say something, the flashlight of the dormitory teacher outside the door shone in, and the male teacher's loud voice sounded: "Stop talking, or you will be deducted dormitory points."

"I'll talk about it later." Su Mianyang lowered his voice, stuffed the phone back under the pillow, and pretended to be asleep.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Zha did not intend to leave easily. He walked back and forth for countless times. Su Mianyang is also a person who can fall asleep when he touches a pillow. He didn't last long, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. fell asleep.

After hearing the even breathing sound on the other side of the call, Xiao Lang knew that Su Mianyang was fast asleep. He looked at the duration of the call that was still jumping on the screen, and he was stunned for a while before ending the call.

There was a knock on the door at the right time.

Inexplicably, Xiao Lang stuffed the phone under the pillow in a panic, and looked at Pan Xueying who pushed the door in the next second and asked softly, pretending to be calm: "Mom, what's the matter?"

"Still asleep? You are more than an hour later than usual," Pan Xueying looked at him with concern, "Can't sleep?"

"No...I went to bed late after doing the problem just now." Xiao Lang lowered his head, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Pan Xueying looked at her son with some distress.

Different from Pan Xueying's mischievous and rebellious children, Xiao Lang in front of her has excellent grades, is sensible and mature, and has never worried her about anything in life, so much so that she always feels separated from her own children. There is no way to get close without seeing the gap.

Xiao Lang's appearance is similar to that of Pan Xueying, and she has been praised as a symbolic porcelain doll since she was a child.

The petite woman who is over thirty years old has no trace of time on her body, her temperament is gentle and elegant, her eyes are full of dust and burnout, and when she looks at people, the tails of her eyes are raised. It is difficult for people to say no when they are looked at by these eyes Come.

Beauty is her capital, and it is also the sharp edge that drove her to a desperate situation. Pan Xueying was defeated by these two words in the first half of her life. She failed to protect her son when she was young, and now she can only do her best to make up for it, "There is If you can't think about anything, you must tell your mother, you know?"

"I will," Xiao Lang said softly, "Good night."