serious about love

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Yan Hao could only figure out the answer.

There was a lot of noise inside and outside the building, and from time to time someone from the next class passed by the corridor and glanced at Class 1 once or twice.

Girls watch the school grass, boys watch the excitement.

Class 1 was not infected by the atmosphere after class, and each of them looked up at the blackboard with strange expressions.

The teacher is also watching, and after reading every step, he looks up and down at the students beside him: "How did you make it?"

Yan Hao wiped the chalk dust on his hands: "There is a similar one in the information book, and I did it recently."

There are whispers in the class, no wonder they will understand.

This statement relieved those who were shocked, unacceptable, hit hard, and harboring various conjectures.

Yanhao didn't care, he just wanted to be recognized by Jiang Muxing.

The teacher was still looking at him, with a bit of scrutiny and questioning: "This question does not look complicated, but it is actually easy to get involved. It is a typical thinking trap question. Did you calculate it yourself?"

The people below all looked at Yan Hao. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he responded in a volume that only the teacher could hear: "I found a tutor for one-on-one tutoring."

The teacher showed such an expression as expected, and said in a casual tone: "That's good, the attitude towards learning is very correct."

Yan Hao twitched the corner of his mouth briefly, wondering what the teacher would think if he knew that he was tutoring his most proud student.

"You can remember the whole idea, explain it clearly and accurately, understand by analogy, and your comprehension is fine."

The teacher said something without a smile, then held up the water glass and said to the students below, "Don't wipe the blackboard, you can look at the good solution first, and I will explain it in class."

Yan Hao returned to his seat, his right hand felt a little sore, and his muscles were stretched to write an inscription. He squeezed it with his left hand, glanced at the blackboard, and his face darkened.

The words are ugly.

When I wrote it, I thought I used a lot of force, but the result was very light and faint, and it was all skewed to the upper right corner of the blackboard, crooked.

Jiang Muxing's writing on the blackboard is very beautiful, more atmospheric than the writing in the notebook.

Yan Hao thought about it and looked at him.

Recalling the look in his eyes asking for help and Jiang Muxing's response at that time, Yan Hao's ears felt a little hot. He covered his ears on both sides and lowered his head, looking at the math books spread out on the table, feeling helpless and happy.

-

Yang Cong and Xia Shui coughed once for you, and once for me, looking at Yan Hao with four eyes.

"cough."

"Cough cough."

"Cough cough cough."

"Cough cough cough cough."

"..."

Yan Hao kept covering her ears and turned her head: "Where are you two singing rap?"

Yang Cong pretended to make a trick: "My friend, what is your name?"

Xia Shuixiao continued like a class: "Who is the last name?"

Yanhao raised his eyebrows slightly: "You guys are good brothers."

Xia Shui is a nympho: "Cool."

Yang Cong clicked his tongue: "Halazi is coming out soon."

"Can you manage it?" Xia Shui held a pen and handed it to Yan Hao's mouth, "My good brother, I am Xia Meimei, a reporter from WWW. May I ask how did you feel when you climbed the blackboard for the first time to do a correct question?"

Yan Hao put down his hands covering his ears, the official answer, the official smirk: "Learning makes me happy."

Yang Cong patted the table and raised his thumb: "Bull!"

He pointed his thumb at Xia Shui: "You are awesome, Miss Xia."

Xia Shui didn't bother to answer, she took out an exquisite small round box from her schoolbag: "Xiao Hao, here is the candy."

Yan Hao took it over: "Thank you."

"Be polite." Xia Shui rested his chin on the books he had piled up on the table, blinking his round almond eyes, "There are several flavors of this candy, and all of them are in it. I like the original one the most. Eat it." It’s a bit bitter at first, but sweet after a while, it’s the kind of sweet that won’t get greasy, it’s delicious, almonds are also good.”

Yan Hao put the sugar in the desk pocket.

Yang Cong slumped on the chair like an old man: "Where's mine?"

Xia Shui brushed her short hair up to her ears: "It's not for you."

Yang Cong threw out his catchphrase: "I think I need a reasonable explanation."

"Explain, yes." Xia Shui said, "You are ugly."

Yang Cong shook his legs: "Then your eyes are very problematic, it's time to go to the ophthalmology department, my buddy kindly helps you with [-] cents."

Xia Shui rolled his eyes at him and added a pack of beef jerky.

"This brand is righteous enough, it's worthy of being our summer beauty." Yang Cong turned over the packaging bag and took a look, "Damn it, it's spicy, I love it."

Xia Shui smiled and said, "I wish you a face full of pimples after eating."

Yang Cong: "..."

"The squad leader has handed out the homework."

Xia Shui held his chin with both hands, making a gesture of cupping his face, "It's so handsome."

"Hey, Xiaohao, Onion, are there any of your homework books in that stack? When the monitor comes over later, you should find a way to talk to him. I want to see him more."

Xia Shui smiled gratifiedly like an old mother: "You are so handsome, how can there be such a handsome boy, so handsome."

Seeing her like that, Yang Cong slapped his mouth in disgust: "How about I help you, buddy, and tell him that you like him?"

Yan Hao's gaze seemed to be attracted by the movement made by someone in the class, but in fact he followed Jiang Muxing from the corner of his eye, and frowned when he heard what Yang Cong said.

"No, no, no," Xia Shui stretched out his index finger and shook, "My liking for the squad leader is a kind of liking for looking at beautiful things, not the kind of love between men and women, pure appreciation, no ideas."

"Let's put it this way, it feels sacrilegious for me to fantasize about kissing him."

Yang Cong's face twitched.

Yan looks out of the window. He has fantasized about that countless times, and there are many intimate things that he wants Jiang Muxing to do to him. He can do whatever he wants, but he doesn't think it's blasphemy, but it's too illusory.

Jiang Muxing's refusal of those girls' pursuit of love is simply because he has not met the person who makes his heart beat, and it has nothing to do with him.

Yan Hao's heart was full of haze.

"The squad leader is a handsome guy with a domineering university, and he is very mature. There are too many people chasing him, and he has confessed his love one after another. In fact, the current situation is very good. The seat next to him is empty, and the world is peaceful."

Xia Shui looked at the corridor, there were a few girls who were familiar faces from other classes, and they made a detour here just to have a look at the class monitor.

"If one day he reveals the details of being in love, then it's over and it will explode."

Xia Shui found something, Nu Nuzui signaled Yang Cong to look at the corridor: "The one in your house."

Yang Cong quickly ate the beef jerky in his mouth and left.

Xia Shui covered his face with his hands, and whispered gossip to Yan Hao: "Cheng Lingling is in the top 3 in Class [-], quite stable, with a bachelor's degree and above, and only one year left in high school. Onion hasn't found a tutor yet?"

"Long-distance relationships are unreliable. There are too many variables. Ten pairs and nine fall apart. Even if they can't be admitted to the same university, they must at least be in the same city."

Yan Hao squinted his eyes and turned his pen: "Yes, at least in a city."

Xia Shui didn't hear clearly, she patronized the handsome guy who came over, she laughed and shouted: "Squad leader!"

The pen in Yan Hao's hand fell off.

-

Jiang Muxing approached with his homework book in his arms, put the top one on the banquet table, walked forward without saying a word, and sent it to someone else.

Yan Hao's fingers curled up.

Xia Shui shook his head: "The squad leader is really indifferent."

The deskmate called her to watch the news on her mobile phone, and she turned around.

Yan Hao took the homework book in front of her, and closed it as soon as it was opened.

There is a note in the homework book.

Jiang Muxing wrote to him.

Yan Hao's heart was beating wildly, fast and violently, about to break through his chest. He unscrewed the lid of the cup and gurgled to drink water. His face was flushed, his body was wet and limp, and his breath was disordered, like a player who just got off the track.

After calming down for a while, Yanhao opened the homework book again and secretly read the content on the note.

[I didn't bring my mobile phone today, so just call me if you need anything. 】

[Show me a study plan as soon as possible, 24 days before the end of the term. 】

[Prepare two notebooks, one for remembering wrong questions and one for difficult questions. 】

[For today’s example questions in the textbook, you should block the answer and don’t look at it, do it yourself first, get used to thinking from different angles, don’t look at the answer again, try to push back, seek the cause with the result, you can do it if you don’t understand Mark, ask when I go to the apartment at noon tomorrow, or you can come to my seat and ask. 】

[In class, you should listen to the lectures honestly, improve efficiency and quality, and try not to err on the sidelines. 】

【You solved the problem on the blackboard very well. 】

There are six lines in total, full of the rigor and dedication of a tutor, as well as the requirements and expectations for the students, without mentioning his burns.

Yan Hao read it several times from beginning to end, took down the note, groped in the pocket of the desk, carefully folded it, and put it in the innermost pocket of the schoolbag.

-

It's just a few blisters from cooking, which is nothing to Jiang Muxing, who lives a hard life, but it's reasonable to ask.

Yanhao convinced himself that when Jiang Muxing came to the apartment to highlight the key points for him, and asked about burns after eating, he was completely stunned.

Jiang Muxing put an ointment on the coffee table: "Apply it twice a day, and the small blisters will be cured after two or three days."

Yan took a good look at the brand that he had never seen before: "Where did this come from?"

"A friend brought it." Jiang Muxing looked at his arm, "It's more troublesome to have a bigger blister."

Yan Hao stood there in a daze.

Jiang Muxing asked, "Do you have a lighter?"

Yan Hao shook his head: "No."

Jiang Muxing looked over: "Do you have any sewing needles?"

Yan Hao looked at him with a confused look on his face.

Jiang Muxing repeated softly: "Needle for sewing clothes."

After the banquet, the three souls and six spirits all returned to their seats immediately: "Wait a minute, I'll ask Auntie."

Aunt Zhang tidies up the apartment, and if you can't find anything, you will ask her.

Aunt Zhang left after finishing her lunch. When Yanhao called her, she was on her way home.

"Needle?" Aunt Zhang said on the phone, "Yes, yes, yes."

"Xiao Hao, is your school uniform untied? Auntie will go over to sew it for you at night. Don't touch it by yourself, or it will pierce your hand."

"The school uniform is not on, Auntie, I'll hang up first."

Yanhao opened the leftmost drawer under the TV cabinet and took out a white sewing box.

"Squad leader, the needle is here."

Jiang Muxing asked him to move out the small medicine box again.

"Get some iodophor to wipe the big blisters on your arms, take a needle and bake it on the gas stove to sterilize it, puncture the blisters, use cotton balls to clean up the liquid that flows out, and then apply the medicine."

Yan Hao's head got dizzy: "Is it so troublesome?"

"There are only five steps in the whole process." Jiang Muxing said, "Which step is troublesome?"

Yanhao licked her lips: "One, two, three, four, five."

Jiang Muxing looked down at him: "Why don't you just say everything?"

Yan Hao looked down at the shoes: "All of them."

Jiang Muxing: "..."