Song Yunhui said that he learned it well.

But netizens don't think so, especially after seeing him solve the equation quickly.

His fingers were slender and he held the pen in a very standard way, with the ink drawing rows of formulas on the paper, smoothly and accurately.

He said that he had the habit of writing and drawing, and netizens originally thought that the paper would be a mess, but the paper was unexpectedly neat.

The A4 paper is divided into two parts, one half is the problem-solving process, and the other side is the draft.

The drafting and problem-solving process are synchronized, so you can understand it as long as you have learned it.

It just...it seems quite simple.

——It really is just an appearance.

【? ? This is how the problem that has troubled our dormitory has been solved? 】

[The idea is so clear!!! I can actually understand it all QAQ]

【《I'm learning OK》】

[This is obviously a difficult question! ]

[Me, me, me! Raise your hand! Is this question a real one? Qiuqiu Soy Milk, save me (private message has been sent)]

Song Yun turned around and put the cap back on his pen. He turned back to the private message and asked, "Do you understand this question?"

Seeing the screen full of "Okay, I got it" pop-up, he finally opened the private message.

Private messages flash frequently in the background, and I can't see who sent what.

He smiled and said, "You guys have a lot of homework."

"I'll close the private messages first. I'll read the next batch after I finish reading these."

Song Yun replied and then closed the private message.

The backstage finally calmed down.

He searched for private messages in chronological order from bottom to top, and the first private message he clicked on was a photo.

It's not a question, it's a page, a page that looks cleaner than your face.

Instead of taking a pen, he typed a few words.

【Please complete your homework independently】

In the upper right corner of the photo on this page, there are crooked words saying that this page is a homework, followed by a sentence "Please complete it independently".

The screen was full of [Hahahahahaha].

[Do your own homework! (Except advanced mathematics)]

[Children should do their homework well (college students don’t need to do this)]

【How could this be? Hahahaha! 】

The second private message was a typical linear algebra problem.

Feeling a little uncomfortable after sitting for so long, Song Yunhui raised one leg and changed his sitting position, saying, "This question looks quite interesting."

【"interesting"】

【Is this the world I don’t understand? 】

[This is probably why I am now sitting in the office slacking off, earning a few thousand yuan a month [Light a cigarette.jpg]]

[So this is how the gap between people comes about, wuwuwuwu]

Song Yun looked back at the questions and briefly excerpted them while chatting:

"I haven't done advanced math in a long time."

He lowered his head and smiled, "It was quite fun at that time."

He is a cannon fodder in the novel. His university is a setting in the novel that doesn't even need to be written about. There are no main characters in the novel there, and it has nothing to do with the main plot. It can be regarded as a relatively relaxing period of time.

[Where did you study at university? 】

[I feel like universities that produce soy milk must be really great]

Song Yunhui didn't say anything, just replied: "It's a small school that may be quite powerful, studying at the back end."

【? Not sure】

[Although I don’t think soy milk would lie, I still feel like something is not right]

[So why does x become 1 when it is substituted into equation ③? ]

Song Yunhui looked up at the screen, then slowed down and wrote down another formula.

"Here we can expand a formula. It is not often used when solving problems, but it will be much more convenient when needed."

He asked, "Do I need to write the calculation process?"

[Need need]

The fans were so grateful that they almost became sworn brothers on the spot.

The time spent doing the questions passed unexpectedly quickly. By the time Song Yun put down the draft paper and looked out the window, it was almost dark.

The weather is not very good today. It is cloudy outside and the air is humid. It is probably going to rain.

After checking the time, he reconnected his headset and said, "It's getting late. My friend is about to come back. Let's order some songs."

The bullet screen suddenly came alive, layer upon layer.

The show ended at exactly seven in the evening.

After taking a look at the final live broadcast duration statistics, Song Yun collapsed in his chair and slowly exhaled.

Added 8 hours.

He didn't know how he managed to get through those eight hours.

It’s more like a make-up class than a live broadcast.

My eyes are a little tired after taking so many classes.

With drooping eyelids, Song Yunhui yawned, put on his slippers and went downstairs to make a cup of coffee.

The wind started to blow outside the window. He didn't turn on the lights. The kitchen was dim, but he could still hear the whistling of the wind and the rustling of leaves outside.

The temperature drop that has been brewing for several days seems to be happening tonight.

Although he was not wearing thick clothes, he still felt a little cold. Song Yunhui picked up the coffee and went upstairs.

He placed the dinosaur-shaped cup on the table, picked up his cell phone and was about to make a call when it rang.

The caller ID shows [Qin Xiaoshu].

His light-colored eyes met the completely dark sky outside the French window. He sat lightly on the table and spoke in a clear voice:

"When will you be back?"

The voice on the other end was still calm, "About half an hour."

Qin Shu asked, "Have you eaten tonight?"

The soul asked.

“…”

Song Yunhui hesitated briefly between lying and directly revealing his cards.

During this brief pause, the other party guessed something and asked directly: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Without having to torture his conscience any more, Song Yunhui smiled instantly and said, "The fried rice we had before is fine."

There was no other noise except Qin Shu's voice. He guessed that someone was driving. He said:

"Chengzi and I will be waiting for you to come back. Be careful on the road. I'm hanging up now."

The faint blue light from the phone disappeared. Just as he put the phone down, he heard something and turned around, just in time to catch Orange's cat jumping.

He rubbed the kitten's chin, looked down at the furry kitten, and said, "Your dad is coming back."

Orange grumbled a bit, not really listening to what he was saying.

Song Yunhui played with the cat while paying attention to the weather outside.

In the end, the rain didn't last more than half an hour that day. Water drops fell on the leaves, and in an instant the drizzle turned into a downpour.

The leaves were flapping against the window. He looked at the wind outside, patted the kitten's head, put the orange down, and said, "I'm going to pick up your dad. Take good care of the house."

Orange meowed, and I don’t know if he understood or not. Anyway, he walked downstairs to drink water.

After Song Yun put down the orange, he casually put on a coat and walked to the entrance.

He remembered that there was always an umbrella here.

Taking the umbrella, he opened and closed the door with quick movements.

The community is repairing the pipeline these two days, so the road we usually drive on is blocked and we can only park in the temporary parking spaces on the other side.

It's quite a distance from home.

The rain outside was much heavier than expected. Song Yunhui walked on the road holding an umbrella, and water splashed on his face continuously.

It seemed like he hit the umbrella, but it also seemed like he hit nothing.

When the rain is too heavy, umbrellas seem to be of no use.

There was a small pavilion next to the temporary parking lot. After collecting the umbrella which was as wet as his clothes, Song Yunhui stood in the pavilion, took out his cell phone and checked the time.

It’s about time for Qin Shu to come back.

His hands were frozen and a little stiff. He shook the loose thread casually and put the phone back into his pocket.

The long-awaited heavy rain was getting heavier.

In the end, the rain was so heavy that the raindrops next to the still-lit street lights were barely visible.

This weather is obviously not suitable for driving.

Song Yunhui touched the mobile phone in his pocket with his fingers, but he did not take it out. He just stood quietly in the pavilion waiting.

No one wanted to go out on a rainy night, and there seemed to be no other sound around except the sound of rain.

The pavilion is not big, and except for the center which is relatively dry, the rest is inevitably wet.

There were raindrops on his trouser legs, coat, and even on his eyelashes, but Song Yunhui seemed to be unaware of it.

He had already gotten used to waiting.

Just when a car light flashed by, he blinked slightly, and then watched the car, whose shape could not be seen clearly in the rain, go away. Then he realized where he was standing, and took a step back to a position near the center of the pavilion.

The cell phone in his pocket didn't ring, and he didn't touch it. He just listened quietly to the sound of rain.

Soon, or perhaps it was a long time later, the sound of tires pressing through the rain water on the road was heard, growing louder and louder amid the sound of the rain.

Song Yun looked back and saw a car driving steadily towards him.

The yellow car lights shone through the dark night and also illuminated the rain curtain, allowing people to see clearly how heavy the rain was.

All I could hear was the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, and the sound of wind, which lifted my slightly wet hair.

Song Yunhui picked up the umbrella again and walked into the rain.

When the wind gets strong, the umbrella becomes a complete ornament.

Following the direction of the headlights, I saw a familiar car model, with rain-stained eyebrows slightly curved.

“…”

After parking the car slowly in the rain, Qin Shu leaned over to take the bag of vegetables from the passenger seat. Just as he was about to open the car door, he heard someone knocking on the window.

Two sounds, neither light nor heavy, very familiar.

The rain blurred the car window and he couldn't see what was outside. He lowered the window and caught a glimpse of the slightly curved eyebrows.

The person standing outside the car waved at him and said in a clear and pleasant voice:

"Welcome back."

There were obvious water marks on Song Yunhui's hair, face, and clothes, but the smile on his face was obvious.

Qin Shu paused at first, then opened the car door and got out quickly.

Song Yunhui carried the umbrella towards the car door.

The lights from inside the car poured out, illuminating his fingers which were slightly red from being frozen.

Qin Shu stopped what he was doing and took off his coat first.

"?"

Song Yunhui had just seen Qin Shu's face when he finished speaking. Then his eyes went dark and his head felt inexplicably heavy. Then warmth spread instantly.

He raised his eyes slightly and could just see a bit of the black collar.

Qin Shu took the bag, then the umbrella, and said:

"The heater is on in the car, so it's a little hot."

車門打開的時候并沒有暖氣撲出，這是一個千瘡百孔的借口。

手裏雨傘被拿走，宋雲回的兩只手都空了出來，剛好可以扒拉住外套。

“走到半路雨下大了，所以晚了一些。”

秦書低頭問他：“怎麽不給我打個電話？”

可能是因為在雨夜中，也可能是因為兩天沒見，他的聲音比平時還要和緩。

宋雲回扒拉衣服的同時還有工夫摩挲一下下巴，說：“你在開車，不方便接電話。”

兩人擠在不大不小的傘裏邊走邊聊。

秦書沒問宋雲回為什麽會突然想起來接他，宋雲回也沒說。

客觀上來說，他出來接人并不能讓秦書挨淋的事實有什麽改變，只是多了一個人淋雨，這是一種無意義的行為，是一種徒勞。

但是主觀上來說，他就是想出來接。

有時候一些無意義的事可以讓人高興。

就跟兩人明知道傘遮不住大風大雨，但還是會躲在傘下一起走一樣。

奇奇怪怪，但又快快樂樂。

進門的時候是秦書掏的鑰匙開門。

他的手已經被雨淋濕，指骨分明的手指還在往下滴着水，小恐龍在空中晃了晃，被雨水打濕。

兩人一起進了門。

橙子聽到聲響，已經提前在門口等着，兩人進來的瞬間就準備小貓跳躍，結果被宋雲回攔住了。

他們身上都是濕的，不适合抱貓貓。

第一次被拒絕，橙子毛茸茸的臉上現出奇異的震驚，向後退了幾步，之後虛弱癱倒在牆角。

宋雲回笑了下，擦了擦手之後走過去彎腰摸了摸小貓頭。

橙子瞬間就蹭他手背。

秦書還站在玄關，他垂眼，把小恐龍身上的雨水細細擦去之後放進口袋裏。

買回來的菜放進了冰箱裏，秦書轉頭對還在摸橙子的宋雲回說：

“淋了雨，你先去洗個澡。”

宋雲回站起來，剛準備動，又被叫住了。

秦書說：“我去給你拿睡衣。”

宋雲回不記得自己有什麽睡衣在他那。

“……”

對上秦書的目光，他突然就頓悟了。

最後拍拍小貓頭，他跟在秦書身後上了樓。

秦書的房間他在之前就已經來過秦書卧室，這次進來更是熟門熟路。

他看到對方打開衣櫃，拿出了一件睡衣。

綠綠的，還有白色的牙齒。

之前買的衣服居然已經到了。

“衣服我已經洗了，可以直接穿。”

宋雲回接過衣服，但沒走，還看着秦書。

秦書最後還是敗下陣來。

他從衣櫃裏拿出了另外一件睡衣。

宋雲回連連點頭，轉身揮揮手，“那我去洗澡了。”

連背影都透露着歡樂。

洗澡的時間并不算長。

宋雲回洗完澡，毛巾搭在頭上，一邊走一邊擦頭。

秦書動作比他快，等他下樓的時候廚房裏已經有了香味。

走進廚房，只一眼，宋雲回瞬間就繃不住。

臉還是那張臉，依然的面無表情。

但是對方後腦勺後的牙齒尖尖硬生生壓下了一大半的冷冽感。

穿着恐龍睡衣在池子邊洗菜的秦書：“……”

注意到一股灼熱視線，他不說話。

宋雲回緩緩移動，然後快速上手，揉了一把恐龍尖尖，再揉一把。

秦書：“……”

過足了手瘾，宋雲回拍拍秦書的背，毫不吝啬自己的誇獎：

“真好看！”

他誇完之後就準備撩起袖子一起洗菜，被秦書止住了，“先把桌上的姜湯喝了。”

宋雲回轉頭，看到桌上擺了一碗略微偏紅的看上去有些像飲料的水。

他端起碗喝了一口。

——之後使勁咳嗽。

他大驚：“味道怎會如此！”

這個顏色看上去甜蜜蜜，但是味道卻奇怪的纏人。

“姜湯的味道都……”

秦書話說到一半止住，之後像平常一樣繼續說，“都跟這個不一樣，我姜放得多，可能這樣才讓味道變怪了。”

他說，“姜湯驅寒，淋大雨就放多姜。”

宋雲回滿臉痛苦喝完姜湯，之後呼出一口氣，“我覺得你在亂說。”

秦書垂眼看了眼喝完姜湯又堅持不懈跑來旁邊洗菜的人，沒有答話。

他确實在亂說。

所有的姜湯都是這個味，可能略有出入，但差別不大。

宋雲回會驚訝，只能是因為他沒喝過姜湯。

一個原本應該是養尊處優長大的少爺沒有喝過一碗普通的姜湯。

把洗好的菜撈起，秦書看了眼蘿白旁邊人仍然不自覺皺起的眉頭，說：“下次我少放姜多放糖，應該會好喝一些。”

宋雲回說“好” 。

兩人一起吃了飯，秦書洗碗，宋雲回承擔了放碗筷的重要職責。

晚飯後是宋雲回的躺平時間，身上穿着毛絨又溫暖的睡衣，帽子一戴，他抱着橙子直接就陷進了沙發裏，看上去無比的幸福。

看到秦書走過來，他熱情地拍拍身邊的位置，掏出手機說：

“快過來，我們一家三口拍個照。”

秦書于是坐到了他身邊。

他臉上沒表情，動作卻很配合，為了和宋雲回保持一致，還戴上了帽子。

宋雲回很樸素地剪刀手，順帶支了秦書一下：

“笑一個。”

演戲幾年，歸來仍是剪刀手。

秦書笑了後眼裏的情緒再也斂不住，在拍照前一刻稍稍側頭錯開鏡頭。

拍完照，宋雲回把手機放中間，之後低頭打開相冊。

相冊的第一張是他們，下面的照片也是他們，橙子占了大部分。

不大的手機裏，兩人臉上都帶着笑，宋雲回看着鏡頭，秦書在看着他。

橙子癱在兩人中間，伸手想要去夠手機。

照片和想象中的感覺不一樣，但是是同樣的高興。

高高興興把照片另存到另外一個圖集，宋雲回收起手機。

秦書坐在一邊問他：“今天不是說要玩小游戲嗎？”

宋雲回瞬間支楞起來。

他抱着橙子一揮手，“肘！我帶你玩水火人！”

之後是恐龍上樓。

宋雲回終于懂得之前直播間水友說的自己玩水火人和跟朋友一起玩水火人的感覺完全不一樣的含義了。

雖然沒有一個人玩，但很能明顯感覺到兩個人玩游戲會快樂得多。

最後水火人以宋雲回困得眼睛睜不開而結束。

秦書拍拍他帽子，“不早了，先睡。”

宋雲回耷拉着一雙眼皮，仍然很倔強地道：“我還能熬。”

最後他還是被迫上.床。

他嘴上說着睡不着，但是身體很誠實，頭剛沾上枕頭就直接入睡。

窗外的雨勢不減，稀裏嘩啦流過窗戶。

第二天，宋雲回是被貓貓的叫聲叫醒的。

橙子應該是想進來又進不來，只能在門口喵喵，之後被秦書抱走了。

爬起來看了眼時間，他掙紮了一會兒，最後選擇坐起來穿上衣服洗漱下樓。

昨天那雨果然是奔着降溫來的。

現在天已經重新變陰，沒有再下雨，但是溫度也低到了一個難以言說的地步。

大早上的，衣服是冰的，漱口水也是冰的。

宋雲回帽子戴頭上，毫無形象農民揣，慢慢下樓。

他不得不承認秦書的精力确實比他好。

這會兒他剛起床，樓下的廚房已經飄香。

廚房大概是這棟樓裏最溫暖的地方了。

緩緩在飯桌邊坐下，橙子自覺蹦到了他身上，剛好就窩在了他臂彎裏。

秦書看了一眼他，之後說：“客廳的空調已經開了，之前遙控器被橙子踩了一下，變成了吹冷風，你一會兒再去。”

宋雲回點頭。

是一個安靜又很熱鬧的早上。

秦書這幾天很忙，今天在隔壁市還有一處電影展需要參加。

他穿的之前的衣服，黑色的，依舊是一個大酷哥。

看上去是很平常。

——直到宋雲回看到他拿出了一條圍巾。

紅色的，很顯眼。

是他之前買的。

對方應該是之前沒怎麽戴過圍巾，手法很生疏，戴上去也是很大一坨，莫名戳中了宋某人的笑點。

把手裏的橙子遞到了秦書手上，宋雲回拍拍他肩膀，說：

“低頭，我來給你戴。”

秦書順從地低下頭。

宋雲回冬天一般離不開圍巾，已經完全有系圍巾的經驗，但是沒給別人系過，手法略顯生疏。

但最後好歹還是系了一個看上去還不錯的樣子。

秦書出門了。

宋雲回站在門口，捏着白色貓爪對他揮揮手，看上去輕松從容。

大門關上。

輕松從容從臉上消失，他抱着橙子迅速上樓。

剩下的7.3個小時不是那麽好補的。

上了車，秦書拿起手機打開某直播軟件。

不出所料，豆漿不喝已經開始了直播，瘋狂補時長。

送了幾個花花綠綠的打賞，他把手機放在一邊，之後系上安全帶，擡眼扶上方向盤。

隔壁市不是b市，開車過去需要不少時間。

電影展中午開始，他進了市區之後就先和經紀人見了一面，助理也在，之後再一起前去會場。

經紀人和助理們反複看他脖子上的圍巾。

最後大家什麽也沒問。

他這次只是受邀參加，不需要準備太多，到場就好。

電影展的人得到消息，已經提前派人去接他們。

下車的時候，一大堆人就圍了上來。

The ones nearby were staff members. The organizers probably thought that since they came from far away, they would have a lot of stuff with them. But apart from a few of them, there was really nothing else.

There were more people not far away, including fans and media, the two mixed together.

He just appeared in the movie and didn't need to walk the red carpet, but he couldn't avoid the media.

He is the person the media wants to interview the most, but he is also the one who gives them the most headaches.

Qin Shu is well-known, but it is difficult to dig out information from him. Every time he interviews a reporter, few reporters can leave with a smile.

This time it should have been the same.

The journey was quickly completed, and Qin Shu barely spoke a word, only answering a few common questions.

At the last section of the road, a reporter exclaimed:

"Teacher Qin's scarf looks really nice today."

Everyone noticed the different elements about him today, but no one thought it would make a news story.

——Until Qin Shu opened his mouth to answer.

He said, "Well, my friend picked it out."

His expression clearly didn't change, but everyone felt that he should have smiled.

The temperature in the south has begun to drop, and in the north it has reached the point where you cannot leave the house without a down jacket.

During the lunch break at noon, most people went out to find food, and there were few people in the office.

Zhong Xu left late and went to a coffee shop near the building to meet his friend Zhang Jia.

The coffee shop had private rooms, and Zhang Jia, who had never been willing to put himself in a difficult position, happily sat in one of them.

Zhong Xu walked into the cafe and saw Zhang Jia's face poking out from the door of a private room and waving at him.

Walking into the private room, he sat down and took off the scarf around his neck.

Zhang Jia glanced at him, then said incredulously: "You haven't thrown away this scarf yet?"

He has seen the scarf in Zhong Xu's hand since he knew Zhong Xu in college. He can only say that the quality is very good and it has not rotted yet.

Even so, the scarf is clearly showing its age.

Zhang Jia said: "I have worn it for so long, it is time to change it."

Zhong Xu didn't say anything extra, just said: "It's still wearable."

It means I don't plan to change it.

Zhang Jia didn't think anything was wrong at first, but after taking a sip of coffee, he suddenly noticed and asked, "Did someone give it to you?"

Zhong Xu said "hmm".

Zhang Jia asked, "Was it given by Song Zishu?"

Anyone who can send these is not an ordinary person. After thinking about it, there is no one else except Song Zishu who can do such a thing and know Zhong Xu for such a long time.

Normally he would have started joking, but today the words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back silently with a slightly odd expression.

Zhong Xu put the scarf aside and said, "No."

Zhang Jia laughed, "Could it be Song Yunhui?"

He said with a smile, but Zhong Xu did not answer.

The smile on Zhang Jia's face froze.

He said "woc" and then said, "Is it really Song Yunhui?"

"You have known Song Yunhui for so long?" He was incredulous. "How come we didn't know?"

An inexplicable sense of strangeness came to his mind again. Zhong Xu rubbed his brows, then changed the subject and asked, "What do you want to see me about today?"

Zhang Jia smacked his lips and said, "It's not a big deal."

"I saw you seem to have some feelings for Song Yunhui before..."

He finally realized something halfway through his words, so he changed his words, "Since you know Song Yunhui, I want to tell you something about him. Maybe you are not interested, so I just said it for fun."

Zhong Xu raised his eyes and asked, "What has he done wrong again?"

"No, no," Zhang Jia waved his hands and said, "I have a friend who is in the circle. He mentioned this matter when we were chatting casually today."

His expression became the same indescribable one as before.

"Do you remember the incident where Song Yun pushed someone into the water? There was no evidence at the time, but it was still widely circulated on the Internet."

"My friend said that the news came from a venue manager, and after it was spread, someone bought the hype. The person who bought the hype was Song Zishu's mother Xu Wei."

"The floor manager is a cousin of Xu Wei. He just had dinner with Xu Wei."

Zhang Jia curled his lips, looked at Zhong Xu, and said, "It is possible that Song Yunhui may not be living as well as we thought in the Song family."