2084

The harsh winter of 2084 was long overdue, and it snowed heavily for two days in a row. When the wind stopped and the snow stopped, cleaning robots were dispatched throughout the city, rushing to clear the main roads before the morning rush hour.

As early as three years ago, City A became the first trial city of the "Smart City Program", using information and communication technology to respond intelligently to urban people's livelihood, environmental protection, and public safety. Intelligent management, reasonable planning of travel routes for each company, if not for this snowstorm, Ma Yan could hardly believe that the highway intersection in the urban area could still be blocked for a small holiday.

So, unsurprisingly, Ma Yan was late, and because of this, when the bell rang after school at noon, other students went out one after another, and Ma Yan dug out the recorded video of the first class to make up for it notes.

Class A, Class B, the key classes of the liberal arts school. Unlike his classmates who are either rich or expensive, Ma Yan is the only student from a middle-class family background—that is, the poor in the eyes of class leader Qi Siming. The school's excellent grades and outstanding performance were specially recruited into Boya. His parents wept with joy when they heard the news, and they almost missed a big banquet to tell the world.

There is no way, the reputation of the liberal arts school is not only in the XXI district, but also in the whole country.The super-high threshold, strict enrollment rate, and astonishing academic performance have established its detached status in society. How many parents want their children to wear the black and gold-plated custom-made school uniform, even if their heads are squeezed, they will enter it. .

Before Ma Yan transferred here, he always thought that there would be a commander like a devil and a teacher like an instructor, but he didn't know until he arrived that everything was just the opposite.

Boya pursues a management model that is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and students are given a high degree of freedom. It is said that the root cause is that the old principal pursued Newman’s educational philosophy and firmly believed that many young people who are bright, curious, compassionate and keen-eyed When they get together, they can take the initiative to learn from each other and acquire knowledge, while adults only need to guide and don’t have to point fingers too much—the students of Boya have indeed lived up to the principal’s expectations. They have the highest self-consciousness and the smartest brains. A-level, competitions, and going abroad are three all-in-one options. In addition to schoolwork, many people have made small achievements before entering university.

In the first math class, Ma Yan was left with a big geometry problem. He first sorted out the content of the teacher's lecture, and then began to sort out the problem-solving ideas, precautions and similar problems of the same problem type. At this time, he heard someone Called him from the back of the classroom, he turned his head and answered the monitor.

Qi Siming was standing next to his seat and was wearing his expensive coat at first glance. His pure black suit made his eyebrows and eyes look a bit more stern.This person is like Ding Haishenzhen in the class. He is very popular, stable and strong, with slightly hanging eyes. When he is not smiling, he has a fierce face.

Ma Yan asked what was wrong, and Qi Siming said that the scholarship had come down, so he reminded him to check it out, and his tone was approachable, which meant congratulations.

Ma Yan turned Utopia to silent mode in class, and when he heard this, he clicked on it, and sure enough, the money had already arrived.

Qi Siming, with long legs and long feet, walked up to him in a few steps and asked, "Are you going to the tutor's office this afternoon?"

Ma Yan said without hesitation, "Of course."

Qi Siming raised his eyebrows, and handed the things over, "That's just right, I prepared an extra envelope, this stack is the stub that the head teacher asked me to collect, please hand it over for me by the way."

Nowadays, paper things are less common, but there are some things that must be used for safety.Ma Yan won a scholarship for the first time, and Qi Siming's point was almost like a rescue.

Ma Yan accepted it at a loss, and hurriedly said, "Where is this? I want to thank the monitor." Then he asked Qi Siming sincerely if he had time and wanted to treat him to dinner.

Qi Siming didn't accept his invitation, patted him on the shoulder, smiled miserably, and said, "You don't need to eat, let's go out to play together on Christmas Eve. There are quite a lot of people, and Zhai Xin will go too."

After he finished speaking, he left, and Ma Yan realized that Ling Yan was waiting for him at the door.

The style of Boya's school uniform refers to the military uniform, but any boy can wear it a bit handsomely, not to mention Ling Yan's youth is elegant, as if polished, standing solemnly under the porch, he has a bit of a forceful aura.

Seeing him looking at him, Ling Yan nodded slightly.

In fact, Ma Yan didn't know much about this beautiful and over-the-top boy. He only knew that he seemed to be two or three years younger than the others, and he was good at mathematics.It is said that before the boy transferred this semester, he didn’t donate or donate any money. He just came in after saying hello. The most widely circulated explanation is that “Boya has more elites and fewer powerful people”, so this opened the back door.

On this item, before Ma Yan turned his thoughts around for a little while, he saw that Qi Siming had already walked in front of Ling Yan, took off the scarf around his neck, and wrapped it around Ling Yan's neck.

Ma Yan watched from behind, his jaw barely dropped in shock.

It's not over yet, Qi Siming seemed not afraid of people at all, he grabbed Ling Yan's shoulders without knowing what to do, put him in his arms and walked out, because of the difference in size between the two people, this is not the kind of brother Walking shoulder to shoulder, the voice spread far away, it seemed to be Qi Siming's vague smile, it sounded natural intimacy, he was asking Ling Yan what he wanted for lunch.

Ma Yan thought of the popular novels on the forum some time ago, and suddenly had some absurd associations. In the end, he thanked the educational resources for expensive bleeding. He really didn't have time to gossip, so he continued to fight against geometry.

The site of the Boya School was originally a private garden, dating back a hundred years ago. During this period, the towering ancient trees required several people to hug each other, and the landscape buildings were meticulously crafted. After the heavy snow fell, the intelligent robots in the college automatically started the road clearing system. , pushes the snow horizontally and vertically, and automatically stops to give way when someone passes by.

Qi Siming has been in close contact with Ling Yan since the safety project competition, and then added three reminders on his Utopia: Supervise Ling Yan to take medicine, take him out for dinner at noon, supervise Ling Yan to make a portion before school SDS Depression Self-Assessment Scale.

He didn't say anything about the first and third Ling Yan, but he was very resistant to the fact that someone forced him to eat, and he said to Qi Siming very seriously, "You don't have to treat me special."

Qi Siming pretended to be stupid and stunned, and smiled, "How did I treat you?"

Ling Yan frowned slightly, and said honestly, "I don't want to eat, my stomach hurts."

Unlike the lack of appetite when he didn't take the medicine, Ling Yan didn't dare to eat now that he had an appetite.

His psychological disorder evaluation has always been moderate to severe. The TCA prescribed by his family doctor has the strongest effect, but it also has the greatest drug reaction. Every time Ling Yan eats something, he feels nauseated, and when it is severe, he feels pain all day long.He was already used to being hungry, so he didn't feel anything, but Qi Siming took taking him to eat as a daily task, and came to scan regularly, he thought, if it wasn't for Qi Siming, he would be able to open his mouth and curse at anyone who meddles in his own business.

The most important thing is that Qi Siming's character is domineering, and his methods are still new every day, so that every time he loses his defense, he will always be coaxed and taken out. In the end, he simply stopped struggling.

In the restaurant, Ling Yan sat across from Qi Siming, staring blankly at the dessert of yogurt and sweet potatoes in front of him.

This restaurant is the only vegetarian restaurant around Boya. Qi Siming has been a vegetarian with him for several weeks, and his face is full of doubts about life, but compared to Ling Yan's expression of Jesus' suffering, Qi Siming is really nothing to mention.

The two of them seemed to be two anorexic patients, and the background was so bleak that they looked like they were filming a disaster movie. Finally, Ling Yan couldn't bear it first, and pushed the dessert in front of Qi Siming to express his protest.

As a result, Qi Siming raised his eyelids and said righteously, "Are you disgusting? I don't eat other people's leftovers."

Ling Yan froze for a moment, thinking what the hell, he didn't intend to feed him.

Qi Siming looked up at him, and said in a tone of two to five to eighty thousand, "What kind of look is that, I don't even eat my mother's leftovers, okay?"

Ling Yan was speechless, and was about to take the bowl back, but Qi Siming quickly took it away, muttering while eating, "My mother would be so sad if she knew about it."

Ling Yan put down the spoon, feeling suffocated.

"Just now the class teacher told you to take the class to the auditorium tomorrow morning, but you haven't sent the notice yet."

"Yes, I almost forgot, what time did Mr. Zhou say?"

"07:30."

Qi Siming let out a cry, held the spoon in his mouth, and opened Utopia with his hand to start sending mass notifications. Then the beep on Ling Yan's hand beeped, and the message came.On the wrist projection screen, the information is automatically turned into an event reminder, marked: 7:50 tomorrow morning, auditorium.

Ling Yan knocked down the table, "Isn't it a bit late for you to notify me at this time?"

"not late."

Qi Siming's upright look made Ling Yan wonder if he had given the wrong time just now, and then he heard him say while eating, "Believe me, if the principal informs the meeting at 08:30, the director can inform you that it will be at 07 o'clock. It's 30:[-] to get to the class guide. If this is Class B, Lu Jiantong can get the students to arrive at [-]:[-]... Increase the number from top to bottom. Get more sleep."

"The notification time of the two classes is different, are you not afraid of being asked?"

Qi Siming glanced at Ling Yan, "Don't worry about it. People are very lazy, and everyone is happy to be late."

The speaker picked up the sweets in the bowl, looking a little bit unable to eat, Ling Yan thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you change to another one tomorrow, don't you want ribs?"

"Don't, rush to you again, go eat Japanese food, it tastes light, don't you like to eat that thick egg roast." Remember a restaurant with clear soup and little water.

As he spoke, he scooped up some sweet potatoes with a spoon, and suddenly reached out to Ling Yan's mouth, saying, "Here, ancestor, open your mouth."