Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

It has been almost a week since the last physical education incident, and Fang Zhimo still didn't come to class.

Is it due to skipping class together... No, is it related to releasing wicker fish together? In the past few days when Fang Zhimo didn't come, Cheng Du was fidgeting and restless, looking at the empty space next to him. Desk, for the first time in class, I lost my mind.

"Student Cheng Du, please come up and solve this problem."

Old Ban saw that someone was absent-minded, so he called Cheng Du's name on stage.

Cheng Du took the chalk from the old class, finished reading the questions in two seconds, listed the equations, and completed the solutions in 15 seconds.

There was an uproar in the audience, what kind of fairy steps did Xueba use, even he couldn't understand.

The old class watched Cheng Du solve the problem with a smile on his face, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Come to my office after class."

Then he took out a red chalk, drew a tick on Cheng Du's problem-solving steps, and said, "The answer is correct, but..." He added another point to the tick, and continued: "We will not learn the concept of fractions until next semester." You will learn it, so you can only get half of the mark for this question."

Cheng Du was stunned. He usually used these super-conceptual methods to solve problems in the exercise book. The old class had never criticized him, but today they deducted half of his points, presumably to criticize him.

Thinking of this, Xueba pushed his glasses clearly, listened carefully, and stopped being distracted.

After finally surviving the math class, Cheng Du came to the old class's office and knocked on the door: "Report!"

The old class was arranging the teaching aids, when he looked up and saw him, he smiled and said, "Come in."

Cheng Du walked into the office and stood by the desk, a little restrained.

Although he is a study committee member, his math homework is usually sent and received by the class representative. He is actually not that familiar with the old class.What's more, this is the second time he has been called into the office this month to be criticized, and he is somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing him restrained, the old class didn't mention his distraction in class, and just pushed the tea mug in front of Cheng Du: "Pour some water for the teacher."

Cheng Du was stunned, and quickly picked up the tea bottle at the side and poured it for him.

The old class took a sip of water, and then said unhurriedly: "Are you worried about your classmates?"

Cheng Du was taken aback for a moment, and just about to nod, he paused again, standing neither to the left nor to the right.

The old class patted Cheng Du's head with a smile, and said, "Don't be so nervous, the teacher didn't ask you to come here to criticize you."

Cheng Du breathed a sigh of relief before he dared to look up into Lao Ban's eyes.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, he has basically never been criticized and has little experience.

"Fang Zhimo's side..."

Old Ban opened his mouth leisurely, and just after he said a few words, he saw Cheng Du's eyes slightly opened and his ears pricked up.

The old class was overjoyed, if you say that children are honest, body language can't fool anyone.

"There is nothing wrong with Fang Zhimo. I stayed in the hospital for a while ago, and I have gone home today."

The old class couldn't bear to whet the kid's appetite, so he said directly: "So, tomorrow and Sunday, you go to see him, and bring him this list by the way, it's the teaching materials to be bought next."

Cheng Du nodded, reached out to take the note from Old Ban, folded it and put it in his pocket, and heard Old Ban say: "Fang Zhimo has been in poor health since he was a child, and he has a withdrawn personality and has no friends. It's rare to meet a classmate who cares about him, and the teacher feels very relieved. Cheng Du, are you willing to help Fang Zhimo make progress together?"

Cheng Du lowered his eyes, squeezed the note in his hand, and nodded solemnly.

Good boy.

The old class was very relieved, he rubbed Cheng Du's hair again, and said, "Okay, let's go back to class."

Cheng Du pushed his glasses, turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned back, bowed and said, "Thank you teacher."

The old class couldn't help laughing, and said: "Go. It's a good thing to unite with classmates, and it's a bad thing to be distracted in class."

Cheng Du nodded, and quickly walked out of the head teacher's office.

Sunday afternoon, 03:30.

Cheng Du stood at the door of Fang Zhimo's house with his schoolbag on his shoulders, bent his fingers, and knocked on the door three times at a time.

A childish voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"

The voice sounded thin and soft, obviously the voice of a little girl.

Cheng Du was stunned, then returned to the door, looked up at the house number, it was 3-1, that's right.

He coughed and said softly, "Is this Fang Zhimo's home?"

The door was opened slightly, and a small head looked at him in the crack, with big eyes, fair skin, and the cleverness that emanated from his whole body, which was five or six points similar to Fang Zhimo.

Cheng Du knew in his heart that this was probably Fang Zhimo's sister.

The little girl held the doorknob, blinked her big eyes and raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"

Cheng Du looked through the crack of the door and saw that the latch was still attached to the lock, and the little girl Xindao was quite vigilant.

"I'm your brother's friend, my name is Cheng Du."

Cheng Du pointed to his school uniform, trying to relax the expression on his face, making himself look a little more kind.

"Hey, it's really my brother's school uniform..."

The little girl frowned and fell into deep thought. After a while, she raised her face and said, "Okay, since you are my brother's friend, then you can come in."

The door closed again before Cheng Du's eyes.

After a while, the little girl pulled out the latch, then opened the door and said, "Come in, brother is not feeling well, sleep inside."

Cheng Du nodded, chose on the shoe rack at the door, changed into a pair of slippers that were about the size of his own feet, and put the changed shoes back on the shoe rack.

The TV was on, and a TV series called "Longing" was playing. The sad dubbing pierced through the entrance, and Cheng Du frowned upon hearing it.

After Cheng Du changed his shoes, he looked at the living room.

This is a house that has obviously been renovated. It is not big, but it is furnished in an antique style. There are half-moon arches, quite elegant screens, and even an outdoor balcony. It is naturally incomparable with Tongzilou.

After letting Cheng Du in, the little girl nestled into the sofa, obediently watching TV.

Cheng Du actually really wanted to have a younger sister, seeing such a cute little girl, he couldn't help but say a few more words to her.

"Is your brother sick? What exactly is it?"

The little girl blinked in confusion when she heard the words, and tilted her head on the sofa, her movements were like a miniature version of Fang Zhimo.

"I don't know. Dad just said that he is a little anemic and needs more rest. He told me not to bother him."

"……OK then."

Cheng Du patted her little head, turned around and walked into Fang Zhimo's room.

It was a hideously clean room, pure black and white.

Putty glue has been scratched on the white walls, which are not slippery, making people reluctant to touch the dirt with their hands. The desks, bookcases, beds, and benches are all neatly placed where they should be. All the tables Everything is spotless, not even a single extra decoration, which perfectly tells the visitor that the owner of this room is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The only thing that feels slightly awkward is the bowl of noodles on the bed.

The bowl of noodles looked terrible, black and white, red, yellow and yellow, and it didn't move at all.

Judging from the color, it should be tomato and egg flavored before the stuff is mushy.

Next to the tomato and egg noodles, there was a sickly little man curled up in a small black and white checked quilt, curled up into a small ball, with the back of his head facing Cheng Du, and the exposed half of the back of his neck looked like it was carved from white jade.

Cheng Du walked to the bed, put his schoolbag on the table next to him, hesitating whether to wake him up.

The little man on the bed seemed to be sleeping uncomfortable, his small eyebrows were still frowning, his lips were light pink and white, and his eyes were slightly dark blue.

Cheng Du frowned, always feeling that his complexion was a little worse than the previous days.

This body is really weak...

Cheng Du thought about this, sat down on the stool next to him, and gently took out a book, planning to wait for Fang Zhimo to wake up before telling him what the old class told him.

The room was very quiet, and Cheng Du could hear the little man's breathing when he looked at it.

Gently, small, even and steady.

He couldn't help looking over the book in his hand to the bed, just in time to see the half of the back of the neck and the tips of the ears.

The little man's ears are very white at the tips, a bit like the pair of white jade rabbits on his desk.

Cheng Du looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand out of nowhere and squeezed it.

"...Fang Xiaohua, don't make trouble, I don't feel well."

Fang Zhimo closed his eyes and said in a daze.

Cheng Du was startled, and the document in his hand fell with a thud, and it was about to hit Fang Zhimo's face.

"!"

Cheng Du scooped it up violently, and only got one of the corners, and then, and then, and then...

In this way, Cheng Xueba Du frantically fished for a long time, turning the book up and down in his hands, and the carp rattled for a while, and finally stopped.

As soon as Cheng Du breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the little man on the bed had opened his eyes, and his dark pupils were looking at him motionless.

--"What are you doing?"

The author has something to say:

Fang·Trickster·Zhimo: What did you want to do at that time?

Cheng Honest Man Du: I... I'll just see what I don't do.

Fang Xiaomo (stares, chuckles): Cheng Du, you are so cute.

Cheng Xiaodu: ...

Cheng Xiaodu (inside): What he meant was—you are so cute when you are in such a hurry!

Stupid author: Eh... I'm shamefully cute (/▽╲)?