Can it be made public?

"So who is Ling Luo?"

Ji Li asked instead, "Have you finished your English composition?"

Jian Mingyuan's face turned bitter in an instant, and he lowered his head and struggled with the half-written composition.

The school sports meeting had been going on for two days, and Jian Mingyuan looked as if his energy had been drained after he came down from the 5000-meter race, and lay down on the desk until the school sports meeting ended and the awards ceremony was held.

It was also at this time that Ji Li found out that his class actually won No.3 in the school sports meeting.

Prophet Mao cheerfully called everyone to post the certificates at the back of the classroom, and when he was done leaving, he passed Jian Mingyuan's seat and patted Jian Mingyuan on the shoulder: "Next time there is a long-distance race like 5000 meters, I will definitely reserve a spot for you. "

Jian Mingyuan: "Thank you, there is no need."

In fact, he also failed to get the ranking in the competition.

But in the 5000-meter race, since the first person crossed the finish line, people came up to him countless times and asked him if he wanted to give up, but he refused every one of them, and finally ran for an hour, 10 minutes and [-] minutes. It was so inspirational and sad that the school actually gave him a [-] point of encouragement after the discussion, which was the point that allowed his class to overtake Class [-] in science and get the third place.

When Ji Li returned to the classroom that day, he only saw the other party slumped on the table in the shape of a dead body. After hearing this follow-up, he offered the other party a bottle of orange soda to express his condolences.

Jian Mingyuan lay dead like this for the whole weekend, and only then did he regain some energy. The first piece of gossip he heard after he came back to life was the follow-up to the original "both masters of arts and sciences fighting for a daughter", and immediately asked .

Then he was pushed back to the table by the person concerned and continued to fill in the English composition.

The composition was the topic of the monthly exam not long ago. After the teacher explained it in class, he asked everyone to rewrite it, and it was collected and corrected in class. The full score was 25, and those with a score lower than 21 were called back and rewritten, and so on.

Jian Mingyuan has rewritten it for the third time. He moves his pen like flying, and the tip of the pen is smoking: "How do you write about economic development?"

"economic development."

"Xueshen, if you become an anchor in the future, you will definitely become popular."

"why?"

"Your voice in English," Jian Mingyuan quickly concluded the article, "it's very nice."

Ye Ruhui glanced at him: "It must sound better than you, a person who doesn't even know two English words."

"I will return this sentence to you."

"My English score is higher than yours."

"You're just taking advantage of a partial subject." Jian Mingyuan rolled his eyes, "If you still take the physical and chemical biology exam now, you really may not be able to pass me."

Ye Ruhui was surprised: "How do you know that my grades in science must be worse than yours?"

"You can't say that when you turn around and look at your math test paper." Jian Mingyuan threw away the pen, and stuffed the homework book into the textbook folder, "Besides, every time I finished the monthly exam, I would take my I compared my score strips with those who ranked ahead of me one by one in the grade list, half of them were inferior to me in liberal arts, and half of them were inferior to me in science.”

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"The key point is half." Jian Mingyuan expressed concern about his comprehension ability, "Because I have no strengths, so I am not good at subjects that can open up the gap with others-it's okay to take all nine subjects together, once you take six subjects, The ranking will drop immediately."

Ye Ruhui said sincerely, "It's so pitiful."

Jian Mingyuan also sighed: "You are one, and Ying Yunsheng is also one."

Ye Ruhui recalled the name that the teacher had picked up and praised: "No.1 in science? Do you know him?"

"I used to be in the same class as me." Jian Mingyuan propped his chin, "Didn't you see his monthly exam results this time? The math is perfect, but the Chinese is only 110, which doesn't even touch the average score of our class."

Ye Ruhui reminded: "Their science classes probably don't pay as much attention to Chinese as we do."

"Okay, let's put it this way, his Chinese may be okay in his grade, but compared to his science grade, his title is La Kua. If you look at his previous grades in history and land administration, it should be clearer. The former teacher who taught these subjects mentioned him several times in class, and I suspected that he just didn’t have the skill of learning Chinese.”

Ye Ruhui praised: "Your life is sandwiched between celestial sports and humanities."

In the past, there was a top student in science as a classmate, and now a top student in liberal arts is at the same table.

Jian Mingyuan shook his head: "But it's okay, Ji Li is not biased, otherwise I would really have resentment."

"Is he not biased?"

"You don't care about other people's grades at all?"

"Isn't it good to see this kind of thing on your own?"

"Ji Li has always been an all-rounder with no shortcomings. Besides him, have you ever seen anyone with perfect scores in mathematics in a liberal arts class? In his freshman year of high school, he was able to take the first place in six of the nine subjects in his grade."

"Then why does he want to study literature?"

"Uh..." Jian Mingyuan couldn't answer.

In fact, he also thought it was amazing that Ji Li would choose liberal arts.It’s not that liberal arts subjects are inferior to science subjects. It’s just that the slogan “Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well and travel all over the world without fear” has been chanted for so many years. Many parents and even students themselves will bring some unnecessary preferences when making choices. Emphasis on science and despise literature, the number of science students every year has always been greater than that of liberal arts, and never less.

As long as it wasn't like Ye Ruhui whose grades in science were too miserable compared to liberal arts, most people would just grit their teeth and choose reason directly.

Jian Mingyuan was really surprised for a while when he learned that the former No. [-] student had chosen the essay.

Ye Ruhui didn't get an answer from him, and turned to look at the person involved: "Squad leader, why did you choose liberal arts?"

Ji Li was looking out of the window with his thermos in his arms, when he heard this, he replied, "Because I like it."

Ye Ruhui was taken aback.

The word "like" is not far from them. They can say they like games, basketball, and fried skewers with milk tea and ice cream, but it is difficult to put it on a certain subject.

When I filled out the small slip of class placement, my elders reminded me that it might be related to my next half of my life. Be cautious, think carefully, and consider whether you really like the path to the future corresponding to the tick mark. road.

Ye Ruhui never thought that he only chose essays because of his good grades in liberal arts.

Jian Mingyuan never thought about it, he just chose the best solution after listening to his parents' analysis for him.

"Have you decided what major to choose in college now?"

"archeology."

"why?"

Ji Li thought for a while: "Probably the influence of family education?"

Jian Mingyuan clapped his hands, his eyes burning: "Are you from that legendary archaeological family?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Ji Li shook his head, "It's just that my mother used to be engaged in related work, and I've been fascinated by her, and I've always liked it."

Jian Mingyuan looked at him brighter: "Then have you seen many cultural relics with your own eyes? Have you ever touched Qi Baishi's shrimp? Xu Beihong's horse? And the cup used by Qin Shihuang?"

Ji Li laughed: "It's impossible for people to touch these things with their hands."

The conversation was eventually interrupted by the ringing of the class bell.

Ji Li walked from the window to his seat, glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly called out, "Zhu Yi."

Zhu Yi looked up blankly: "Huh?"

"Your workbook."

Zhu Yi lowered his head, only to realize that because of his distraction, the nib of the pen stayed on the paper for too long, and a cloud of thick ink had already faded away.

He hurriedly removed the pen, and handed a tissue behind him: "Press it."

Zhu Yi answered: "Thank you."

Ji Li pulled out the chair.

Zhu Yi used a paper towel to blot up the ink on the horizontal line bit by bit, but unfortunately even though he tried his best to save it, it was still better than nothing.

After class at noon, Ji Li still waited for the people in the corridor to disperse before getting up, but when he turned into the hall, he almost bumped into someone running towards him.

"You fucking don't look at the road..." Tong Siliang stopped in the middle of scolding.

Ji Li also saw the person in front of him clearly, and before he could say "sorry", the other person seemed to have seen a scourge, and all the violent anger in his body disappeared, and he turned around and ran away.

He stood there for two seconds, a question mark appeared in his head.

Even if there was an incident in the meeting room back then, normally when people see him, they should be more resentful and stay away from him, so they shouldn't be afraid of him being like this, right?

Suddenly someone shouted from behind: "Ji Li."

He turned his head.

Ying Yunsheng didn't know when he came over: "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

"Can we go together?"

Ji Li didn't think for a few seconds, and nodded: "Okay."

When the two went to the cafeteria, the cleaning staff had already started cleaning.

Ying Yunsheng ordered the cheapest five-yuan set meal as usual, and just as he put the plate on the table, the person in front of him handed over a box of orange juice.

He looked up, and saw the exact same arrangement on the other party's plate as his own.

"What's wrong?" Ji Li noticed the gaze on his body, "Don't you want to eat?"

"No." Ying Yunsheng was silent for a few seconds, thinking about his wording, "Have you noticed that you always seem to be giving me things."

Ji Li listened: "What's the problem?"

Ying Yunsheng tried his best to make his tone more tactful: "I haven't paid back what you gave me before."

Ji Li: "I buy ice cream in summer because the supermarket will pay me back if I eat it?"

"It's different."

"What's the difference?"

Ying Yunsheng frowned: "You can buy ice cream because of your own needs, but it is not necessary to give it to me."

"But in summer I can do without ice cream."

"Eating it cold will bring a sense of pleasure."

"Sending food to you will bring me pleasure."

"Uh..." Ji Li didn't have the slightest intention to draw people in: "I know what you want to say."

Ying Yunsheng: "You don't know."

"I know." Ji Li said, "You think I'm at a loss for giving you something because you only see the bright side. In this world, everything doesn't require a bright side in return. Some people Chasing stars spends money every day to make rankings, but their idols may not know that there is such a person behind them from their debut to their retirement; The price of stinky tofu is thousands of times; some people risk being punished by their parents to steal change from the shoe cabinet to buy game cards outside the school, and the cards that can be exchanged for flesh and blood are just a string of virtual data entered into the computer , They don’t even have to wait for them to grow up, they can forget the account password and forget it. Can you say that they were stupid when they were willing? Is the instant gratification when people get their wish fake?”

Ying Yun was silent.

"If all I do in my life must be the pursuit of ultimate material benefits, then life is too tiring. If I invite you to eat to make me happy, isn't that enough?"

Ying Yunsheng couldn't answer, and didn't want to answer.

He should have known that once they confronted each other, he would never be able to say goodbye.As long as the other party thinks, there are always a hundred reasons to refute the righteousness of others.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to refuse the other party's offer every time.

Ji Li poked open the tinfoil film, handed the straw to his mouth, and said with a smile, "So please, let me be happy."

"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng remained silent for a few seconds, lowered his head and bit the straw, and took a sip of the orange juice with his hand.

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Ji Li—"

Lin Chengshuang slammed on the brakes at the dining table, watching the two of them turn their heads to stare at him at the same time with a dazed expression, and took a step back subconsciously: "Sorry for the interruption."

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