You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Chapter 48

Qi Zhongshan sat on the seat for three classes, and when school was about to end in the morning, he looked up at the proprietress who was spitting on the podium as if he had just woken up from a dream, and started to pack things.

He moved his shoulders that were a little sore from sitting for a long time, and while paying attention to the movements of the proprietress, he took the time to quickly glance to the right.

Qi Zhongshan’s learning method is very casual, even capricious. He will listen to what he wants to hear, but he will learn what he wants to learn by himself. In a recitation class, he always chooses the questions he wants to listen to. It can be said that it is all due to talent to be able to get such a high score in the test.Ye Yiming, who is also a master of science, has a different way of studying from him. Although the class is full of waves, he must be very serious in class. He is also taking notes carefully at this time, and he didn't notice Qi Zhongshan looking at him at all.What surprised him was that Ling Yifeng didn't lean on the wall absent-mindedly and swiped his phone, but was writing something else.

Qi Zhongshan put on his glasses and glanced over there again.

Even though he was a distance away, Qi Zhongshan could still tell that Ling Yifeng was not drawing, but writing. Although his writing was smooth and curved like ghost-drawing symbols, he just couldn't tell what he was writing.

Before Qi Chongshan had glanced at him, Ling Yifeng raised his head sensitively and stared at Qi Chongshan.

Yep, got caught.

Qi Zhongshan shrugged and turned to look at the blackboard.

The proprietress is now talking about a very perverted finale topic. The blackboard has been filled three times during the classified discussion. It is normal for Ling Yifeng not to listen. Qi Chongshan believes that most people in the class will be unable to solve this topic. It's hard even to listen.

While the proprietress was drinking water, Qi Zhongshan bumped Ye Yiming with his elbow.

"What are you doing?" Ye Yiming continued writing calculations on his hands without even raising his head.

"Help me see what your deskmate is doing." Qi Zhongshan said, "If you are doing a problem, give me a number."

"Mutual help and mutual aid group?" Ye Yiming stopped writing, turned his head and glanced, "I am choosing the tenth question, that lively dot P."

Qi Zhongshan thought for a while, turned the pen a few times in his hand, pulled a piece of draft paper and started writing.

"I said that the way you two help each other is too strange," Ye Yiming couldn't help but said, "It's the first time I've heard someone talk about the topic like this, you two can make up this little note together The teacher is gone. Can't we talk face to face?"

"I don't like talking." Qi Zhongshan casually found an excuse to prevaricate a sentence without stopping his pen.

"Then I'll teach." Ye Yiming saw the proprietress picked up the chalk again, and quickly grabbed a pen, ready to start writing at any time, "Whoever teaches is not teaching."

Qi Zhongshan's pen paused, inexplicably feeling a little upset: "I'm going to learn from you. The mid-term exam is coming soon, be careful of the lady boss."

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In the past few days, their group has been busy publishing blackboard newspapers. Ling Yifeng has always excluded himself from class group activities. Everyone knows this, so he will not participate in the production of blackboard newspapers by default.Although Ling Yifeng can draw, he has no interest in volunteering. He still goes to school on time and leaves school on time. He reads the blackboard newspaper making process when he has time, and pulls it down when he is not free.

However, he did not go to the physical education class in the afternoon as usual, and Qi Zhongshan was responsible for copying the text of the blackboard newspaper, so he did not go.

While reading the book, Ling Yifeng glimpsed Qi Zhongshan's hand out of the corner of his eye.

Ling Yifeng sighed, tacitly opened the tin can and poured a mint candy into his hand, opened the paper in the math test paper, and began to correct the test paper.

It is true that I wish to be a master of mathematics and teach me mathematics, physics and chemistry.

Especially when you meet a reliable person like Qi Zhongshan, not only help you set up every question, but also summarize the knowledge points next to it, and the sum is a high school mathematics notebook.

This kind of dedication and conscientiousness is very strange, and Ling Yifeng always has the illusion that he is not being teased but being teased by a male god.

But he knows that Qi Zhongshan is a person with this kind of personality. He either does not do it or does it thoroughly. There is no such thing as giving up halfway. He is always pursuing the optimal solution, no matter whether the optimal solution exists or not.

Qi Zhongshan rolled up his cuffs with a mint in his mouth, went to the podium to get some chalk, returned to the blackboard behind, and began to write chalk characters.

The blackboard was divided into two parts, besides him and Ye Bingyu who wrote, the bottom part was also divided into male and female camps.

Ye Bingyu was a person who impressed Ling Yifeng quite deeply. She was the most beautiful girl among the group of children when she was a child. To be honest, Ling Yifeng looked at the two of them from behind and felt that they were a bit suitable.

Obviously this has nothing to do with Ling Yifeng, but he still has a feeling that he can't express it.

He turned his eyes back to Qi Zhongshan.

Qi Zhongshan lowered his head from time to time to look at the paper in his hand, and copied the selected article on the blackboard. The lines between the lines could be copied straight without using a grid, and the gaps between the words were also very even. The words written in the homework book are not exactly the same.

It is relatively easy to change the style of one word or two, but it is difficult to change the style of the font on the entire blackboard.

Therefore, in this regard, Ling Yifeng still admires him quite a lot.

In Ling Yifeng's impression, Qi Zhongshan is a very casual person, who rarely forces himself to do anything, ignores those who don't want to talk to him, doesn't do homework that he doesn't want to write, and even the handwriting of notes can show a bit The undisciplined symbol of relying on talent and arrogance.He spends almost all his time doing what he wants to do, and because of this, if he voluntarily puts down what he is doing and does something else, as long as he is serious, he will be able to do well.

The kind that approximates a makeover is good.

Therefore, Ling Yifeng was really a little bit overwhelmed by Qi Zhongshan's single-minded unilateral summation.

He understands Qi Zhongshan's character. When he was in kindergarten, he could think of so many ways to watch TV. He really wanted to reconcile with a person like himself who was not determined. The success rate can be said to be almost [-]%. difference in length of time.

It doesn't take long to cool down.

Ling Yifeng knew that in his current state, he was only one chance away from completely restoring the relationship to the past. The reason why he was still struggling to die was because he felt a little selfish.

He has thought about this problem thoroughly in the past few days and discovered the key to the problem.

His relationship with Qi Zhongshan.

He comes from a very complicated family, and there are many complicated things to deal with. Logically speaking, this has nothing to do with friends. Even the strongest brothers will not be dragged down because of his background, but Ling Yifeng always has A faint premonition that the relationship between him and Qi Zhongshan will not be so simple.

For him, Qi Zhongshan is an existence that he can rely on, confide in and trust, and is a spiritual sustenance when necessary, which is very different from ordinary friends and friends.

He didn't dare to lose such a person, let alone hurt such a person.

But this does not prevent him from really wanting to have such a person.

The boys and girls who were onlookers dispersed in twos and threes after the freshness passed. Those who did their homework did their homework, and some of them took a physical education class. Even the team leader Ye Yiming was called to drink tea by the proprietress. Ling Yifeng was still sitting in the last row of seats, looking up at the blackboard newspaper.

He likes to watch others slowly complete a creation, probably because things with a goal always make him feel at ease.

"Yifeng," Qi Zhongshan turned to look at him, "Help me get the colored chalk. Prismatic green and round green, thank you."

Ling Yifeng circled around and confirmed that Qi Zhongshan could only call himself an idler before he sighed and got up to get the chalk on the podium.

He handed the chalk to Qi Zhongshan's hand, Qi Zhongshan took it, and his fingertips slid across his palm.

"Cocoon." Ling Yifeng blurted out subconsciously.

"What?" Qi Zhongshan didn't understand.

"Cocoon...it's nothing." Ling Yifeng shook his head, "Go ahead."

"Guitar cocoon." Qi Zhongshan said in a low voice while drawing lace, "It's been a long time since I played, and it's almost gone. You can feel it, it's sensitive enough."

Ling Yifeng didn't expect this unproven rumor to be confirmed so easily by him, and he was a little dazed for a while.

When he was in a daze, Qi Zhongshan had quickly drawn a row of small leaves, and then changed a piece of chalk to start drawing the veins of the leaves.

"...You guys are so childlike." Ling Yifeng looked at the lace and couldn't help but say, "I'm serious, my kindergarten also likes to draw like this."

"Master, this is your kindergarten level." Qi Zhongshan glanced at him, "This is a task assigned by the organization. I am the only one who can draw small leaves in the whole group of literary and artistic waste."

Ye Bingyu answered from the side: "Well, it's okay to draw a string on the draft paper, test paper, textbook, and homework. It's very magical. You don't write your name in the homework book and you know it belongs to him."

"I haven't made any progress in painting for so many years." Ling Yifeng first laughed, then closed his eyes after a while, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes with a slightly hoarse voice, "Bring the paint, the blank space in the middle Don't look for materials, I will make up the painting."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel [Gentlemen's friendship is as light as water] for the nutrient solution × 2~

Thanks to the little angel [Qi Ling] for the nutrient solution ×10~

Thanks to the little angel [Is it a demon, not a Yao] for the nutrient solution × 2~

Thank you for your likes and support. www Since this subject is relatively cold, I didn’t expect so many little angels to like it when I started the article. I’m really happy (cover my face)

PS Xiaoye’s stalk: Yifeng made a bookmark of Xiaoye before for Chongshan, in Chapter 18 _(:з」∠)_

Ah, I forgot to mention it just now, and now I’m going to make up for it. There’s no need to hide it from Ye Bingyu. Ye Bingyu also knew Yifeng when she was a child_(:з」∠)_So there is no taboo between Chongshan and Yifeng_(:з」∠) _