Sand Sculpture Master System [Rebirth]

He Xiu was yelled at for no reason, and after a long time he said, "Why are you so angry?"

"I'm bothering others to read my composition." Ye Si said, flipping through the papers in the desk hall, "Go to the cafeteria with Song Yi and the others, I don't really want to eat."

"Oh." He Xiu lowered his eyelashes, "Then I won't eat."

Ye Si looked at him, "Why are you so angry, go have dinner with them."

"I'm not familiar with them." He Xiu said.

Ye Si was speechless, "Then go and eat by yourself, haven't you always eaten by yourself before?"

He Xiu didn't say a word, and quickly flipped through a book of Slam Dunk from the first page to the last page, and flipped it backwards again, before saying, "It used to be, but now I'm used to having people to eat with me."

Ye Si took a deep breath and stared at him, He Xiu also stared back, the two stared at each other for a few seconds, Ye Si was annoyed.

"Okay." He sighed, "My deskmate is an autistic child, so just recognize me and not others."

Ye Si pushed the table, "Let's go, autistic child, I will accompany you to eat."

He Xiu curled the corner of his mouth, stood up and walked out together with him.They were all looking at the grades outside, only the two of them walked straight past the crowd of people. After walking for a while, Ye Si couldn't help but put his arm on He Xiu's shoulder again. He Xiu took a look and was still there The hand of someone playing the piano in the air said, "Show me the composition."

"What are you looking at, no, is there something wrong with you?" Ye Si frowned, "Jealous of my good composition?"

He Xiu nodded, "Yes."

"..."

Ye Si sternly said, "Don't even think about it."

Although Ye Si didn't feel nervous before the results of the placement test were announced, he still breathed a sigh of relief after the final results came out. The most obvious thing was that he was hungry as soon as he entered the cafeteria and wanted to eat everything he saw.

"I'll go, tonight there are pork ribs and slobbery chicken." Ye Si stood in front of the two long lines and was tangled, "It's too difficult for me, I really can't choose this question."

He Xiu thought for a while, "You drool over the chicken, I cook pork ribs, I can give you all my pork ribs."

Ye Si raised his eyebrows, "As long as...?"

"As long as you show me the composition." He Xiu smiled confidently.

"There are no doors." Ye Si turned cold, and stepped into the long line of pork ribs, "I will only eat this, you can't have both chicken and ribs, and those who give up the chicken will get the ribs."

As a result, half of the salivary chicken still went into Ye Si's rice bowl during the meal.Ye Si lowered his head and snored to eat deliciously, forgetting about the deal he had just negotiated.

"Song Yi said to have a barbecue and drink in the dormitory at night, and see him off." Ye Si glanced at the phone and said.

"Send off?" He Xiu didn't understand, "Where is he going?"

"He's gone to Class [-]." Ye Si sighed, "Hey, I will have no friends in Class [-] from now on, and I will be alone."

He Xiu paused with his chopsticks, looked up at him, "What about me?"

"You don't count." Ye Si said while picking out the ribs buried in the potatoes, "You are different, you... just sit at the same table."

"The tablemate sounds a little thin." He Xiu lowered his head to eat, and sighed after a while, and didn't speak again.

When Ye Si walked back after dinner, he felt that He Xiu was a bit depressed, and he didn't talk much, similar to when he was sitting at the same table, He Xiu would only say yes for a long time, sometimes he didn't even say yes.

He probably knows what's going on in his heart. One is that he is not happy to show the composition, and the other is that he is defined as "same table" and is even more unhappy.

Hey, who said that learning gods can't eat fireworks in the world, this is an autistic, cold and hypocritical little princess.

Ye Si suddenly stopped, "At the same table."

"Huh?" He Xiu also stopped and waited for him.

"I said you are my deskmate because we officially met at the same table, you know." Ye Si looked at him with his hands in his pockets, "You are different from those buddies Song Yi and Wu Xing, I'm used to chattering with them, kicking each other when we're in a bad mood, but that's not the case with you, so naturally I didn't drag you into the group of friends."

He Xiu thought for a long time, "You mean, you can only be your friend if you have been kicked by you?"

"No." Ye Si lost his expression, "You're a bit crooked in focusing on this. How much is your Chinese score this time?"

"I don't know." He Xiu was stunned for a moment, "I don't know."

The corner of Ye Si's mouth trembled, but he still smiled, cursed, and continued lazily walking towards the teaching building.

The original explanation was interrupted in the middle, and Ye Si didn't want to continue, because he couldn't explain it further.

The logic is a bit weak, the argument is not sufficient enough, and even he himself starts to be confused after explaining it.

Yes, why can't we be friends?What's the difference?

Everywhere is fucking different, but why?

Ye Si suspected that he was doing something stupid.

There was a class transfer at dinner time, so the two deliberately walked around outside for a while, and returned to the classroom until the preparatory bell was rung.As soon as he turned the corner of the stairs, Ye Si saw Song Yi, who should have rolled to Class [-], leaning against the back door with his arms folded, holding a paper in his hand.

"Song Yi." Ye Si shouted, "Why don't you..."

"Yesi!" Song Yi turned his head to see him, and slapped the paper on the table, "You fucking dare to come back?"

"Ah?" Ye Si was stunned for a while, "Why dare you, what's wrong?"

"Grade high score composition, I just saw it." Song Yi grabbed the paper again as he spoke, and was about to start reading when Ye Si jumped up all of a sudden, running up three steps at a time. Just tore the roll over, the thin roll was torn in half at that moment, Ye Si quickly balled up the half in his hand, and kicked it into the trash can next to him.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment, and all the students in the room turned their heads to look at this side.

Song Yi rubbed his nose, "Everyone who has excellent essays gets a copy, and the Academic Affairs Office still has a bunch of unfinished ones, so tear up the wool."

As he spoke, he casually touched He Xiu's desk, and picked up the one given to He Xiu.

Yes, "..."

Before Song Yi began to recite again, Ye Si went up and put his arms around his neck, and locked his throat with his fingers, so that he couldn't make any movement.He Xiu stood by and watched the two of them compete, silently sat back in his seat, picked up the photocopy composition sent to Ye Si and began to read.

The title of the composition is, "Breath on the Top of the Head".

He Xiu's eyes flickered when he saw the title, and he stared at it for a moment before looking down.

The structure of Ye Si's composition is indeed very clear. At the beginning, he refuted the phenomenon of poisoning roommates, and then half talked about the basic morals of being a human being, and half talked about cherishing classmates and the friendship between classmates.He Xiu glanced over the previous textbook arguments and landed on the last paragraph.

"Roommate poisoning, dormitory bullying... Leaving aside the bad nature of people, probably many people who made mistakes lost their minds in a moment of anger and forgot the companionship in their ordinary life. When it comes to roommates, I can only think of two People wear the wrong socks during the day, rush to the cafeteria to grab the hot steamed buns together in the morning, go home after school and babble about endless knowledge points together...and, every night on top of my head, the shallow, stable road The sound of breathing. As long as that sound of breathing is still there, my student days will never end. I hope my life can go slower in this sound of breathing.”

He Xiu stared blankly at the last two sentences for a while, while Lies was still embracing Song Yi furiously out of the corner of his eye, and said viciously, "If you dare to read it to me, I'll beat you into an Antarctic fairy."

Song Yi breathed with difficulty, his face swelled with anger, "Your deskmate has already finished your composition! You! Are you! Blind!"

"..." Ye Si let go of his hand in a daze, and turned to look at the seat. He Xiuxiu lightly put another piece of composition paper back on his desk.

"It's over." He Xiu nodded to him, and said calmly, "The writing is quite good, the ending combines true feelings, and the rise is not bad."

"..."

Ye Si couldn't fucking find his tongue, he stood at the door blankly and stared at He Xiu, the self-study bell rang suddenly, and Song Yi ran in the direction of Class [-]. He stood there alone.

The old horse suddenly strode past behind him, and said as he passed by, "God Ye, hurry back, your new homeroom teacher is coming!"

Ye Si glanced at him and was speechless to this childish middle-aged man.He cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "This brother who peeked at people's compositions, can you let me go in at the same table?"

He Xiu curled his lips and turned sideways, "Everyone has one hand, it doesn't count as peeking."

Ye Si didn't even have the strength to stare at him. His whole body was ashamed as if his pants had been ripped off. He squeezed his head into the seat and sat down, stuffing the composition into the desk hall.

Lao Ma stepped onto the podium, "Hi everyone, let me introduce myself—"

In fact, no introduction is needed, the ace head teacher in English and Chinese, no one knows him.But the well-behaved babies in class four still sat up straight and listened to him. The old horse turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, then turned around and said: "My surname is Ma, everyone can call me Mr. Ma, or you can continue my class." The nickname given to me by the first-year children is Lao Ma. You can do whatever you want. The overall teaching teacher of our fourth class remains the same, only the math teacher is replaced by me, and your old Qin is only in charge of your normal work in the third year of high school. For the Chinese class, the head teacher's throne will belong to me from now on."

The people below smiled, and Ye Si took the opportunity to hug everyone in the class.

About half of the people left, and he didn't know many of the people who came in, but he was familiar with the ones who came in from the third class next door, including Xu Shanyue who Song Yi thought was good-looking before.

Lao Ma said: "The placement test has been settled. Sitting in this class, first of all, I want to say to everyone that everyone has worked hard."

The people below were full of emotion, and Lao Ma said, "I'm not saying that you worked hard for this exam. After the exam is over, you will get the results you want. The previous efforts are not considered hard work." , it’s as sweet as it gets.”

The classroom suddenly became quieter, and Ye Si looked up at the man on the podium.

The old horse's voice is very gentle, with a deep and intonation tone, and the speaking speed is very slow. I don't know if it is the same for all math teachers. I am afraid that people who speak too fast will not be able to understand, so I keep speaking slowly.

"I said I've worked hard, because I want everyone here to be mentally prepared for all the possible encounters in the next three hundred days."

"Not long after, some of you will encounter embarrassing situations one after another. For example, if you are in the fourth class, but you get out of the top [-] in the exam, you feel that you are sitting on pins and needles every second in this class, and you don't deserve the seat under your butt."

"Poor thing, the parents will come to the teacher, and they will take you aside to let you tell the teacher about your learning problems."

The old horse smiled, "It's even more pitiful, you will be caught by the vine, and your little boyfriends and girlfriends, the mobile game consoles you secretly hid, your private money... all will be shaken out, and you will lose everything overnight."

There was a low and friendly laughter in the class. The old horse had bright eyes and looked at the people below, "Tonight I want to explain to everyone in advance. In the third year of high school, in addition to endless exams and doing questions, everyone must learn Dissipate yourself, get along with yourself and your parents. The teacher hopes that in the next 100 days, if you have any unhappiness, thoughts, or displeasure, you will come to the teacher to talk. Or sit in the office and complain about your parents with me. Yes, I have prepared melon seeds. The seniors and sisters from the previous class smashed more than [-] catties of melon seeds, let’s see if you can break this record.”

The tense atmosphere in the classroom eased, and some people began to laugh and chat in a low voice. Ye Si bumped He Xiu's elbow, "The old horse is really awesome."

He Xiu hooked the corners of his lips, "Yes."

In his previous life, Lao Ma was the only person He Xiu could count as acquaintance, or even a friend, in England and China.

I don't remember the reason, probably because I was asked by the old horse to do the problem, and the relationship between the teacher and the student was sublimated invisibly.Probably because people who like mathematics feel a little sympathetic to each other in their bones. There is a tacit understanding between their teachers and students. Before the college entrance examination, Lao Ma talked with him and advised him to stick to his ideals in such matters as applying for the exam, but unfortunately, he finally insisted. Compromised.

He Xiu came back to his senses, and Ye Si poked him again, "You often go to his office, does he really have a hundred catties of melon seeds?"

He Xiu smiled, "Yes, I think it's more than that. They're all packed in a box under the desk."

Ye Si clicked his tongue, took another deep breath, and suddenly felt that his heart was very open.

Lao Ma smiled and said, "I seem to have heard someone from below praise me. Don't praise me. I say this every year. I'm already quite proficient in business. It's just a formality."

There was a roar of laughter, and Lao Ma used his fingers to open a stack of small cards amidst the laughter, and passed them from the front one by one, saying: "But this year there is a different little thing. My math teacher wants to do some subjects. Features, each of you write down your favorite, or the mathematical formula that best represents your mood at the moment, on this small pink card, and then I will collect it. I will send it to you for review before the college entrance examination, Recall the night three hundred days ago, when you just finished a battle and sat quietly in the classroom of Class [-]."

Lao Ma smiled and asked, "Is it romantic? I think it's quite romantic, the romance of a math teacher."

Luo Han behind Ye Si's left raised his foot and kicked Ye Si's stool, "The old horse has too many tricks, what kind of mathematical calculations are you writing?"

Ye Si shook his head, "I don't know."

He really didn't have any ideas, and using mathematics to record his mood was a bit beyond the ability of a scumbag like him, so he planned to write casually.

After getting the small pink card, Ye Si twirled the pen for a long time, and first wrote 1+1=2, but later felt that he was too rubbish, so he crossed it out again.

Turning his head to look at He Xiu, He Xiu turned his body slightly, not letting him see at all, but he wrote quickly, swishing and swishing.

Is Xueshen even so inspired to create this kind of abstract art?

Ye Si sighed, thought for a while, and drew a kaomoji on the paper, expressing his confusion.

0.0

That's all, it doesn't look like much mathematics, but I tried my best.

When the group leader came down to collect the card, He Xiu handed it in very quickly, as fast as pulling a knife to cut through his stomach. Ye Si didn't even see a word, and the card was in the group leader's hand.

"As for you." Ye Si squinted, "You still have to be shameless, I showed you all my composition, and you still hide this little creation?"

He Xiu didn't speak, as if he didn't hear anything.

Lao Ma pasted a piece of paper with the names of all the students in the class in the order of the seats on the podium, and said, "Everyone, study by yourself, I will recognize you from sitting here, and if you are tired, you can also look up to recognize me, you are welcome. "

The classroom quickly quieted down, and the regrouped Class [-] was more elite than before. The rustling of everyone's writing on the draft paper seemed to be more nervous than before.

The papers for each subject of the placement test have been handed out, and Ye Si plans to time himself and then do the previous multiple-choice questions again to see how many points he can really get.

He Xiu seemed to be addicted to the new comics again, and he didn't care at all that he was burying his head in calculating all the correct multiple-choice questions, and he didn't ask any questions.

This is the best way, Ye Si likes people like He Xiu, an autistic child who is relatively slow to the outside world and doesn't pay much attention to others.

That way you won't notice the contradictory parts of him...

The surrounding rustling sounds and figures gradually disappeared from vision and hearing, Ye Si concentrated on calculations, and quickly got in.

After half an hour, He Xiu looked up from the comic book and glanced at him.

Ye Si was struggling with the penultimate multiple-choice question. Looking at the progress on the scratch paper, the first ten questions went quite smoothly, and the rhythm of the answers was not bad.

He Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head subconsciously, but met the old horse sitting in front of the podium.

Lao Ma was looking through the mathematical formulas written by everyone anonymously, and took pictures of all the funny ones.There was that small card in front of him at the moment, and what was written on it was different from everyone else's.

Known formula y: p(a|b)=p(b|a)*p(a)/p(b)

lim(y)=∞

The first formula is easy to recognize. It is Bayes' theorem. Although it is not something in high school mathematics, the principle is still very simple.

But the second formula is very inexplicable. Finding the limit of Bayes' theorem yields an infinity.

The conventional way of thinking at a glance should think it is Ye Si's masterpiece, but how the old horse thinks that the previous 0.0 is more like Ye Si's handwriting.

He Xiu and him stared at each other for a while, then suddenly raised his lips and smiled, lowered his head and continued to read comics as if nothing had happened.

Before the evening self-study and school, Lao Ma stood on the stage to confirm the class representatives and class committee members of each subject. The life committee member in the previous class was transferred away. Xu Shanyue used to be the life committee member of the third class, so she made up for this vacancy. , nothing else has changed, the representatives of each subject have guarded the fourth class and have not moved.

"Okay, then this new class will operate as usual, and come to me if you encounter any problems." Lao Ma said: "By the way, there will be a parent-teacher meeting this Friday, every class will be held, and it will be with the parents from the first year of high school. Communicate normally, only talk about life and not about grades, everyone, don’t forget to bring your parents over.”

The blood-changed Class [-] was not the same as before. When the news of the parents' meeting was announced, no one wailed, and everyone accepted the news silently.

Jess took a breath, a little unsure.

Papa Ye seems to be talking about something in S City recently, and it seems to be quite hard work. The day before yesterday, I saw him posting on Moments that he was so thin that his fingers were only as thick as a ham sausage.

Ye Si smacked his lips, typed "Friday parent meeting, can you come?" on the phone and sent a line to the old man whose profile picture was a pouting baby boy, and then picked up the phone, "Go back?"

He Xiu nodded, and handed over the completed homework paper to Ye Si for him to carry by hand, "Let's go."

"Who will hold the parent-teacher meeting in your family?" Ye Si asked.

"It's all possible." He Xiu thought for a while, "Maybe it's my dad, and my mom might have a sore back in the car."

Ye Si sighed, "Anyway, it doesn't matter who comes, and you have nothing to criticize. Your little rebellion can be solved behind closed doors."

"Yes." He Xiu nodded frankly.

Before the two of them had time to go out through the back door, they heard the sound of running outside. Song Yi's cheerful face flashed out of the camera for a second. With that, he winked at Ye Si.

Ye Si frowned, "What are you doing? Trachoma?"

Song Yi lowered his voice, "Has my little goddess left?"

"Who is your little goddess, you... oh." Ye Si suddenly remembered that it was Xu Shanyue, turned his head and glanced, Xu Shanyue was chatting and laughing with Shen Fei, Shen Fei left at the same table, Xu Shanyue happened to make love That empty.

Ye Si smiled, "You and the goddess are sitting together, but it's a pity you're gone."

"Ah." Song Yi thumped his chest in pain, "It's a tragedy in the world. If I catch up with one, won't the other know too? After breaking up, I won't be able to chase the other one."

He Xiu glanced at him in amazement, and said slowly, "I've known you for so long..."

Song Yi looked at him, "What?"

"...It's the first time I saw you thinking so clearly." He Xiu said.

"Get out." Song Yi rolled his eyes, and took two steps back, "God of Learning, let me tell you, we have grown up. My brother and I have worn the same pair of underpants for several years. In the composition, it turned out that his mother wrote such a paragraph for you hypocritically, and we will fight for the wind from now on..."

"Eat your head." Ye Si picked up his empty schoolbag and slammed it on Song Yi's back, making him scream, and shouted, "If you mention that composition again, I'll wring all your underpants, believe it or not!"

Ye Si chased Song Yi with his schoolbag, and the two ran downstairs like a gust of wind. He Xiu sighed, took the game console that Ye Si hadn't brought for him in his hand, and followed behind slowly. go back.

Walking to the notice board downstairs, he suddenly remembered that today's score was issued, and turned his head to glance at the upper left corner.

Mathematics 138, English 138, Science and Comprehensive 288.The control was good, and all the points I wanted to lose were lost.

You can go back and review the basics carefully.

He Xiu looked down and saw Ye Si's shining Chinese 142, and suddenly felt in a good mood.There was a sound of footsteps running from behind, and Ye Si had already chased Song Yi around the teaching building. The two stopped panting, and Ye Si pointed at him, "Your farewell dinner is over, and we haven't settled yet. Finished."

Song Yi scratched his neck, "What's the matter! You know that you love the one who is panting on the top of your head, so you won't be hurt if I'm a jerk in a pair of pants?"

Ye Si pointed at him, "If I don't fucking love you to death today, I won't be your father Ye!"

The two chased and ran away like the wind.

He Xiu sighed again, and followed slowly.

Sometimes he admired Song Yi quite a bit, at least he had a vicious demeanor when fighting, but usually he was no different from the second idiot.

Even the second idiot was a little more calm and restrained than Song Yi.

He Xiu walked towards the dormitory carelessly, his eyes glanced at the east gate of Yingying, and suddenly he saw Hu Xiujie walking there with two parents and a student, introducing something while walking.

I didn't want to pay much attention at first, but when a group of people approached, Hu Xiujie's voice automatically drifted into his ears.

"Teacher Ma in class four has a first-class teaching level, and his teacher's morality is well-known among students and parents. Don't worry about Jian Mingze coming to this class."

Transfer student?

He Xiu was stunned for a moment, there was no such person in his previous life, so he stopped and took a look over there.

A tall and thin boy with pale skin, looks like an ordinary person, but I don't know if it is against the night, he looks a little withdrawn.

"At the same table!" Ye Si suddenly ran back and shouted, dragging his neck and panting, "You are walking too slowly, I rushed upstairs and found you were left outside, hurry up .”

"Oh." He Xiu withdrew his gaze, and silently put the game console on his right trouser seam and pocketed it with his hands, so that Hu Xiujie couldn't see it.

Ye Si ran over and hung on him, "Hurry up, Wu Xing ordered a barbecue, and the barbecue has already returned to the dormitory, and you haven't returned yet, is it reasonable?"

He Xiu raised the corner of his mouth, "Here we come."

The author has something to say: Buddha Egg stuffed the little pink card under the author's keyboard.

Why, the author glanced at him, why are you hiding me?

Wait until Miserable Egg passes the first-class egg proficiency test, and then show him, Buddha Egg said.

What are you looking at?the author asked.

Buddha egg raised the corner of his mouth, see I said three hundred days ago, the limit of the miserable egg is infinite