[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

Under her unreasonable fuss, Atobe went back to the notebook again, and after rustling and writing for a while, he realized that they had indeed missed this knowledge point when reviewing it.

Shinozu once joked that Keigo Atobe, the number one in ten thousand years, was not a qualified tutor.Because most of the students will put [-]% of their energy on him and the other [-]% on how to catch him. The gorgeous aesthetics of Atobe and the content of the textbook are placed on both ends of the scale at the same time.

However, Chie Takeuchi did not.

Those eyes were looking over reluctantly, printing out test papers and notebooks, printing out bright lights, printing out persistence and unwillingness.

A black pen was also printed.

...Well, Atobe may have forgotten.His current image can't distract any girl at all!Is anyone really going to bump into a pen deer?

"You can go to rest first," she gestured to put him into the pencil case, "Anyway, I have to concentrate. This time is different."

"Oh? What's different?"

She was choked by this imposing rhetorical question, and it took her a long time to throw back a more aggressive slash, "Turning back. How can Wannian No.1 understand?"

When the voice fell to the ground, he was silent for a while thoughtfully.

Because you came here and pulled me out of a long self-imposed exile, because we both worked hard in this short month.I want to prove to myself, and I want to prove to you the infinite possibilities of my best self.

But Chie wouldn't say it.

The pen moved slightly, rolled forward a few centimeters, and finally stopped by her hand.

"My lord will help you."

He asked her to fetch a blank sheet of paper, and drew a basic graph in the center, a quadratic function.

Then start from this picture and extend to all directions bit by bit.The questions that Qianzhi had done were condensed into several typical examples under his pen, from translation to folding, existence to uniqueness, collection to interval... The difficulty gradually deepened, and the mysterious formulas in class were explained by him. It stands clearly in her mind.

"I suddenly felt, sir, you are very suitable to be a teacher."

She held the A4 paper carefully and regarded it as a treasure, and the legends reflected the soft white light, facing them directly and majesticly stationed in her heart.

"I actually understood everything I had doubts about before."

"That's because you've done a certain amount of exercises, and you've sorted them out before, and your basic skills are solid. If you go through the theory again, you'll be able to understand it naturally." He raised his voice, "As for me, I won't be a teacher. The heir of the Atobe family is destined to enter the society and make a big splash in the business world."

Decisive and resolute, the instrument is imposing.Qian Zhi rested her chin and looked at him quietly, her ears suddenly picked up the little loneliness at the end of the boy's words.

She suddenly remembered that the two sat on the street tennis court for a long time that night.The two players at the net played really bad, bad, bad -- those were his words.

But among the sound of hitting the ball, he was the only one who watched it most seriously.

One day, Reiko Suchuan said regretfully, it's a pity that after entering high school, SAMA quit the tennis world in order to take over the family business.

"Atobe Keigo."

She suddenly called out to stop him, including his first and last names.

"kindness?"

"When you recover...can you show me how you play tennis?"

The broken street lamp outside the window flickered a few times, then suddenly went out with a crackling sound.

The words blurted out, blowing out a bunch of dancing flames.

"Okay," he paused, the nib of the pen was still sketching on the paper, "I promise you."

The sound of light breathing from the ear gradually became steady, soft and long.

Atobe Keigo looked sideways and saw that the guy who was concentrating on studying his notes finally fell asleep from sleepiness.The gentle light of the desk lamp draped over her eyebrows and eyes like a gauze, enveloping the fragile dream of a girl.

He stood up from the paper, manipulated the pen holder, and the ink flowed out slowly.

Atobe Keigo knew that he still missed a knowledge point and didn't tell her, but...

Under the black paint of the pen, his expression is probably already completely soft.

Who said he didn't understand?

"Don't underestimate my insight... Chie."

The next day, Chie Takeuchi woke up very early.

Get up from the desk, open the window, the melancholy fragrance of cloves wafts in the air.Lowering his head, the corners of the white paper from last night have been filled with ink, and strong and powerful characters fell on the paper.Qianzhi's heart trembled.

Even the air in the room was quiet, and it was too late to wake up from the dream.

She curled her mouth, unscrewed the bottle cap, and filled the ink for the guy who had been busy all night.

Squeeze and squeeze, every stroke is like pressing on the heart.She stared at the body of the pen that was lacquered like ink, and her face was burning up bit by bit like a slow fire.

Boil frogs in warm water.

She didn't know, and didn't think about it, what this word that suddenly jumped out of her mind represented.He just lowered his head, covered his lips and smiled softly.

After checking the admission ticket and card-applying pen again, Chie fastened her tie and was ready to go.

Keigo Atobe, who was lying peacefully on the table, woke up from a dream.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." She put him in her pocket, and pressed her dry palm gently against it.

It's already bright.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, after checking the name and examination number inside the sealing line for the last time, Chie raised the watch to her eyes and stared at the second hand that was approaching twelve little by little.

"The exam is over, hand in the paper!"

She stood up abruptly, breathed a long sigh of relief, and handed the answer sheet to the classmate who collected the paper. Her smile bloomed like the parenthesis at the end of the score column, hanging on the corner of her mouth, with a beautiful arc.

She felt that she answered well in the first few rounds, and she could probably be ranked among the top five in the class. She will grow up very well in the future, so she doesn't have to be too demanding on herself in terms of staged victories.What's more--Qianzhi's eyes fell on the empty desk in the front seat, and Xi Chuan's domineering face during the lunch break floated up from his memory again unwillingly.

Wet, like someone who just escaped from a scene.

At that time, she was taking out the bento from her backpack, tidying up her desk, and was about to go downstairs to find a clean place in the back garden to eat slowly.As soon as she stood up, she saw Xi Chuan turned around and tilted her desk carelessly:

"Hey," she said, the makeup on her face was only half done, holding a small acrylic mirror in her hand, the bright reflection was projected on the top of her head, as if the ceiling had opened an eye, "you, help me bring a mirror Come back with bread, add a bottle of chocolate milk."

Qianzhi sighed, sat down on the table behind him, and looked at the thick and thin eyebrows on the left and right of the other party calmly.

Xi Chuan frowned and stared at her, "Go, why are you still standing here, wait until the grocery store is finished. I'll give you the money when I come back."

She finally smiled, looking at the two clusters of eyebrows huddled together, like a cloud of black, exasperated mist, "No."

"Eh?" The other party closed the small mirror and was about to have a fit, but after thinking about it, he took out his wallet, "You didn't bring any money today? Then I'll give it to you now, go quickly."

A picture of Natsume Soseki was photographed on her desk, kicking up fine dust.

Qianzhi shook his head, stretched out his hand and pushed back.The smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, as if declining the other party's kindness.

She saw herself in Xi Chuan's dilated pupils.

"I'm not short of money, and I don't want to help with errands." She stood up again holding the lunch box, walked through rows of empty tables and chairs, walked to the back door, and stared at the girl with half-faced makeup.

open the door.

"My own business, from now on, Su Chuan-san should do it by himself."

Then stride out.

Now Qianzhi's eyes fell on the desk in front of her, and suddenly she seemed to catch a glimpse of her always straight back in class, sitting upright, her shoulder blades as high as knives were like two mountains, facing each other from a distance, lying across her from the past to the present. On the road to the future, the road is long and difficult.

But she turned over at last.

As soon as the invigilator left, the high-heeled shoes hit the ground. Before the aftermath of the tremor dissipated, there was already a clamor of answers in the class.Qianzhi knew that this was the beginning of suffering, so she put the pen in her pocket, walked out of the classroom, and shut all her noisy thoughts behind that door.

She walked through the long corridor with her hands in her pockets. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew that there was still half an hour before the last English course. She had plenty of time and took no time to rush. The bright sun blends freely into the gurgling stream of people.

The palms are warm and dry, and the corner of the mouth is tender, as if he firmly believes that happiness will come.

Until she met a person at the gate of Group A in the second year.

Su Chuan Reiko.

Her make-up had already been done, delicate and polite, and the two thick and light eyebrows suddenly twisted into a pimple after meeting her eyes.Then he let go again, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

Chie read the transcendent sorrow from that gaze.

Also just for a moment.