Be at the same table with the rumored boss

After returning to the breakfast shop, the first person they met was Su Mei. The little girl was not afraid of the cold, and she was lying on a small bench and drawing crayon drawings seriously.

Su Mianyang parked the car, took Xiao Lang's backpack into his hands, and tapped Su Mei's arched back with his extra hands, "Sit upright, don't get too close to the paper, it's not good for your eyes, it's so cold Hurry up and go back to the house.”

Su Mei curled her lips, but when she looked up, she saw Su Mianyang followed by the good-looking brother she had seen at the school gate before. She immediately forgot the crayon drawing, and obediently followed Su Mianyang and the others into the house.

Su Mianyang went outside the house and brought back the bench and crayons that Su Mei had left outside, tidied them up and put them back where they were.

Seeing that Su Mianyang didn't notice her, Su Mei tugged at Xiao Lang's sleeve.

Seeing Su Mei's hesitant expression, Xiao Lang squatted down, looked her in the eye, and asked softly, "What's the matter, kid?"

"I was so good just now... Is there any reward?" Su Mei's big eyes stared at Xiao Lang, the desire in it was self-evident.

Xiao Lang was stunned for a moment, and he quickly realized that Su Mei's "obedient" meant obediently entering the house with them, and now the child was begging for reward for his behavior just now.

Although he didn't have much experience with children, before coming to Su Mianyang's house, Xiao Lang knew in advance that there was a little sister in the other's family, so he made preparations in advance.

"Yes." Xiao Lang's voice was as soft as possible, and he took out chocolates from his pocket and handed them to Su Mei, "I reward you."

As if she didn't expect to win the reward, Su Mei took the chocolate and turned around twice.

"Brother, brother, I want to eat two pieces!" After getting the chocolate she wanted, Su Mei still refused to be satisfied, holding Xiao Lang's hand without any relaxation, with an air of never letting go until she got it.

This put Xiao Lang in a difficult situation. He still had too little experience in dealing with children, and he only brought one piece of chocolate. He didn't know what to do at this time.

"Xueba, have you touched your blind spot of knowledge?" Seeing that Xiao Lang couldn't escape, Su Mianyang, who had packed up his things, smiled and came over and squatted down, also looking into Su Mei's eyes, "Xiaomei, give the chocolate to brother, and brother to you Make magic."

Su Mei was not suspicious either, and handed the chocolate to Su Mianyang.

"Taishang Laojun is in a hurry like a law!" He said the mantra randomly, and finally said "Hey", breaking the chocolate into two pieces with a strong hand.

"How's it going? Xiaomei, is brother fierce?"

"Wow! My brother is great!" Seeing that the plan was successful, Su Mei happily took the chocolate that had been broken into two pieces, kissed Su Mianyang in her arms, and ran into her bedroom excitedly.

Xiao Lang, who witnessed the whole process, twitched his lips, "You're pretty good at coaxing children."

"Children are so innocent and easy to coax," Su Mianyang looked at the direction Su Mei ran out of, seemed to think of something, and couldn't help laughing, "She was even cuter when she was young, and when I was bored, I would flick her brains, and then she cried I'll coax her well again, this is the joy of being an older brother."

Xiao Lang couldn't understand the joy of being an older brother.

As soon as Su Mei left, the room became quiet. The breakfast shop was still open, and the cold winter wind blew in, making Xiao Lang shiver.

He has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, because he often catches a cold and has a fever in winter. He never missed registration in December of the year before junior high school.

Su Mianyang noticed Xiao Lang's abnormality, he touched Xiao Lang's hand, it was still as cold as ever.

"Follow me upstairs," Su Mianyang took Xiao Lang upstairs to the bedroom, he pointed to his own room and said, "This is my bedroom, next to the guest room, but it's not cleaned yet, if you If you are tired..."

"No need, I'll leave after finishing the video." Xiao Lang said.

Su Mianyang was speechless, he unlocked his bedroom and pushed the door open, and set the air conditioner mode to heating.

After calling Xiao Lang to sit down at the desk, Su Mianyang took out a handful of candies from the bedside table and put them on the desk.

"Do you like candies?" The visual effect brought by so many colorful candies is indeed a bit shocking. Xiao Lang never expected that Su Mianyang would collect so many candies in private.

"Forget it," Su Mianyang thought for a while and said, "It doesn't feel so uncomfortable to eat one when you are thinking wildly. If you eat it with small emotions, you will feel sweet in your heart, and if you eat it with big emotions, you will not dare to cry if you are afraid that it will get stuck in your throat. "

Xiao Lang is convinced by this logic, it is indeed the solution that Su Mianyang can come up with.

"In that case, let's do something fun." Xiao Lang said.

Su Mianyang: "?"

Xiao Lang took out a math paper from his backpack and said, "I'll help you with your homework."

If he was careless, he knew that Xiao Lang would not be able to do anything with him other than study.

"You write first, and I'll see how far you can go. This question is not difficult. As long as you don't make mistakes in your calculations, you should be able to write to the last step." Putting the paper on Su Mianyang, Xiao Lang thoughtfully took off the pen cap handed the fountain pen to the other party.

Is that good for you masters?

Su Mianyang looked at the pile of incomprehensible numbers on the paper, and couldn't help feeling: Mathematics is such a magical subject. He knows every Arabic number, but he doesn't even know where to read it when he puts it together. .

Su Mianyang settled down, wrote the word "jie" under the title, and then stopped writing.

"Don't be nervous, write casually, I just want to see where your level is." Seeing that Su Mianyang had no intention of continuing, thinking that maybe the other party put down his pen because he was worried about writing a wrong step, Xiao Lang comforted.

"No, this is my level," Su Mianyang said with a blank expression, "My big math problems can only be written and solved."

Xiao Lang was silent for a while: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to reach this level."

Su Mianyang thought it was a little funny, propped his chin with one hand and asked, "What level do you think I am?"

"The third grade." Xiao Lang replied.

"..."

This sentence was like an invisible hand, strangling Su Mianyang's throat, he felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a broken syllable.

He thought that maybe Xiao Lang would find out about this one day, but he didn't expect this day to come so fast and so abruptly, the opponent hit a straight ball, which made him speechless, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a while.

But he quickly reacted, "It's worth not mentioning the glory of the past."

When Xiao Lang wanted to say something more, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and the video call reminder on WeChat made him have to stop the current topic.

Xiao Lang took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned his head and said to Su Mianyang, "My mother. I'll take a call, please cooperate."

Su Mianyang nodded, and Xiao Lang pressed the answer button.

It's about three o'clock in the afternoon, probably just after lunch break, and Pan Xueying, who is on the other end of the video, is looking at the phone with decent makeup on.In front of her was her lunch, a steamed bun and a side of green vegetables. Ms. Pan has always kept things simple when it comes to eating.

Before Ms. Pan could speak, Xiao Lang frowned first, "Why are you eating so late?"

Pan Xueying didn't expect to be questioned by her son first, so she was taken aback before saying, "I'm a bit busy today, unexpectedly."

"If you don't have time to eat, the compressed chocolate biscuits are in the small box, so don't starve yourself," Xiao Lang said.

"It seems that you are the parent when the two of us are together." Pan Xueying smiled helplessly again.

She has always been a romantic little woman. Before marriage, she was ignorant of the world and loved by her family very well. After marriage, she was doted on by Xiao Ziqiang for a while, and then Xiao Lang. After the decisive divorce, she would receive A note from my son.

If it weren't for Xiao Ziqiang's various bad habits later, she felt that she would probably be the happiest woman.

Xiao Lang didn't answer, and Pan Xueying didn't continue the topic either. She noticed the different background behind Xiao Lang and asked, "Is this your classmate's house?"

"En." Xiao Lang responded.

"Can I say a few words to him?" Pan Xueying blinked, "I want to see what the classmate my son likes looks like."

Xiao Lang hesitated, before he had time to speak, Su Mianyang walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

Xiao Lang raised his head and looked at Su Mianyang. He originally planned to get up and give up his seat to the other party, but Su Mianyang held his shoulder, bent down, and greeted Ms. Pan with his chin on his right shoulder. : "What a young sister, Xiao Lang, is this really your mother?"

The warm breath fell on the already sensitive earlobe, Xiao Lang's body was a little stiff, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Ms. Pan on the opposite side was amused, "Your classmate is so sweet, is he called Sheep? This name is so cute, your parents must be very childlike."

Su Mianyang didn't correct Ms. Pan's pronunciation, he said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiao Lang."

The appearance of this little adult made Ms. Pan smile even more happily, "Okay, then I will hand over my son to you."

Why does this sound wrong?

Su Mianyang responded without thinking too much.

After Pan Xueying said a few more words to Xiao Lang, she had to hastily end the call.

After the video ended, Xiao Lang returned to his usual indifference. When he wasn't smiling, he looked very cold, as if he didn't care about everything around him. "Then I'll go first, thank you."

Su Mianyang pressed the back of Xiao Lang's hand.

Xiao Lang looked up at Su Mianyang.

"Didn't you say you want to teach me math problems? Do things from beginning to end, Xueba."

"I thought you didn't want to hear it." Xiao Lang said.

"I don't like math."

But what you said is another matter.

Su Mianyang thought so, but he was not willing to say what was in his heart, "But people always have to plan for themselves, which student will have trouble with their grades?"

Xiao Lang drew an auxiliary line on the graph of the topic, looked at Su Mianyang, "Do you understand?"

Su Mianyang also looked at him.

"What are you looking at me for? Look at the question." Xiao Lang was very helpless.

"I only read yours if I don't understand." Su Mianyang was also helpless.

"...This is the median line." Xiao Lang spread out the paper, writing from the first step to the last, and wrote out the calculation process in detail.

Finally, he put down the pen and watched Su Mianyang write down step by step, "Many formulas can be deduced. By substituting special values, sometimes the answer can be masked according to the proportion of the graph.”

Su Mianyang was stupefied. It was the first time he heard the saying of "getting the answer" from the mouth of a serious scholar, "Can you fool the fill-in-the-blank questions?"

Is it only the fill-in-the-blank questions that he didn't know how to write before are all empty?

"Look at this fill-in-the-blank question. The line on the top gives a value of one. What about the line next to it? What do you think it is?" Xiao Lang asked.

Su Mianyang estimated the length and thought it was about [-], "Three-half?"

"Square square two, the answer is very close, isn't it?"

That's stupid, why didn't he think about getting the answers to the fill-in-the-blank questions before?

Xiao Lang explained the following questions to Su Mianyang again. He has a solid foundation, clear thinking and patience. Even a student like Su Mianyang who has been neglected for a long time feels that he has gained a lot. The original idea of ​​just delaying time was gradually replaced. Start to think carefully about the question types on the paper.

I don't know how long it took, a thunder broke the atmosphere between the two of them.

The door is broken, and thunder is thundering in the winter.

Before Su Mianyang was surprised that there would be such a loud thunder in winter, he looked up and saw that the sky outside the window was dark, and it seemed that there was going to be sleet.

In winter, the ground is prone to freezing, coupled with thunder and snow, passersby will try to avoid going out in this kind of weather, let alone driving.

Su Mianyang looked at Xiao Lang, "It looks like you won't be able to go back today, why don't you just lie, anyway, I won't treat you badly."

Xiao Lang raised his eyes to look at the sky outside the window, with a somewhat unclear look on his face, "Let's take another look, I don't know when we can stop."

"If you're unlucky, it's possible in the next day." Su Mianyang said regretfully, but there was no worry in his expression.He wished the snow would last all day.

There is no other reason.

But I hope that when the wind and rain come, I can keep you here.