Chapter 10 Angel
When Wen Siru heard him ask this, he stopped writing his homework and said, "No hurry, let's go over the math problem you asked me this morning first, shall we?"
Ren Yizi was a little confused: What's so mysterious? But he still took out the math problems from this morning and pushed them in front of Wen Siru: "...From this point on, I don't understand."
Wen Siru glanced at the problem, then came over with a pencil in hand. He gently erased the auxiliary lines Ren Yizi had made with an eraser and began to analyze the math problem for him in detail, like a butcher cutting an ox: "This auxiliary line should be drawn here..."
He usually looks a warm person, but he is serious and meticulous when explaining problems to others. The gold-rimmed rimless glasses on his tall and white nose bridge do not make him look tacky at all. Instead, he looks gentle and reserved, and his learned temperament emanates from him. This handsome and talented look can make countless girls weak in the knees.
Ren Yizi was indeed not good at math, but he had attended Olympiad classes when he was young, so he still had a solid foundation. Therefore, he understood everything Wen Siru said. After he understood it in his mind, he did not want to interrupt the person next to him who was seriously explaining the problem, and began to daydream unconsciously.
His gaze unconsciously moved slowly to Wen Siru's hands. His hands had distinct joints and were holding a pencil powerfully. He wore a string of red sandalwood on his wrists, and the faint scent of old sandalwood from the temple lingered on Ren Yize's nose.
Wen Siru suddenly touched his arm with his hand: "Do you understand this?"
Ren Yizi suddenly came back to his senses and was startled by the collision. He immediately turned his head in confusion.
His lips just brushed past Wen Si Ru's face, and if they were a little closer, he would have kissed the latter's face.
Ren Yizi's pupils constricted, his breathing suddenly stopped, and countless horses galloped through his mind.
This distance and posture are so fucking ambiguous, right? Why is it so gay?
At this distance he could see the fine hairs on Wen Si Ru's face. His face was so delicate and smooth, as delicate as a girl's. The hair on his forehead was black, soft and fluffy.
For a moment, Ren Yizi suddenly thought of the soft touch of Bai Mi's head. He wondered what the head of the person in front of him felt like. It must be very soft, smooth and feel good.
At this moment, Ren Dazhinan felt a light feather-like touch brushing across his heart.
Outside the dormitory, the wind stopped, the trees stood still, the chirping of insects gradually faded, and the noise from the dormitory building became blurred.
Wen Siru noticed something was wrong with him and looked up at him, a glimmer of light reflecting off his glasses. Seeing Ren Yizi's awkward expression while pretending to be calm, he asked innocently, puzzled, "What's wrong? What didn't I explain clearly?"
"No, no, it's very clear..." Ren Yizi's Adam's apple slid, and he said quickly, "Go on, go on..."
"I've finished explaining this question. If you don't practice, your hands will become stiff. Now it's your turn to write it."
Ren Yizi nodded, and just as he was about to start writing on his homework, Wen Siru stopped him with his hand and took out his own draft book: "Hey, wait, there's so little space there, write in the draft book first, I want to see your general idea."
Ren Yizi nodded, still in a daze, and casually glanced at Wen Siru's draft.
Is Wen Daxue's nerd really a pervert? Even the formulas and steps on the draft are neatly arranged, just like a formal exam. Writing my own crappy handwriting on his draft book is like desecrating the draft paper.
Oh, right, seeing this draft paper reminded him that there were many people selling Wen Siru's things on the confession wall before. As Wen Siru's roommate, he was of course close to the water and got the moon first, occupying the right time, place and people.
Let Wen Si Ru give him the unwanted things later, and then sell them at a high price. Wouldn't it be possible for him to start from scratch, make a fortune, reach the peak of his life, marry a tall, rich and handsome man... Oh no, marry a fair, rich and beautiful woman, and live a godly life?
Ren, a business genius, thought so.
"Your handwriting..." Wen Siru's voice brought Ren Guicai back to his senses. "You'd better practice. I can't quite understand it, let alone the teacher."
Ren Yizi had also wanted to practice calligraphy for a long time, so he seized the opportunity to ask, "How do you practice?"
Wen Siru patiently took the golden outline pen from his desk, and while writing, he held Ren Yizi's hand and said, "First, copy a few calligraphy books, then find a blank grid and follow it..."
He wrote the three big characters "Ren Yizi" on the paper with vigorous brushstrokes. The characters he wrote were magnificent and majestic. The golden characters seemed to be flowing with dazzling brilliance, which was very beautiful.
Ren Yizi still felt a little uncomfortable. Wen Siru held his hand firmly and warmly. If Qin Yang touched his hand like this, he would not feel anything.
Isn't it normal for two men to have some bumps and bruises? But for some reason, Wen Si Ru is an exception among exceptions. He feels that the contact between their hands has an itchy and tingling feeling like ants crawling on the back of his hand.
Oh my god! What happened to him?
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It was almost twelve o'clock when Wen Siru finished tutoring Ren Yizi on all the questions. They washed up and lay down on their beds.
Wen Siru just lay down and said to the upper bunk: "I wanted to tell you after the evening get out of class today that I found that part-time job for you, but there are so many people..."
Although he didn't continue, Ren Yizi understood what he meant. In order to protect Ren Yizi's privacy and dignity, he didn't mention the part-time job in front of so many people.
Rich young men who can put themselves in other people's shoes and empathize with the working people at the bottom of society can be said to be rare protected animals.
"Well," Ren Yizi turned over in bed and asked, "What's the part-time job?"
"Model," Wen Siru said, "This part-time job has more development prospects than your previous one. Now it's a part-time job. In the future, when you become proficient in it and take on more jobs, you can consider making it your main career after graduation. As long as you make a name for yourself, many companies will offer you olive branches. Models with some fame can earn as much as those who sit in offices. You have the capital. The weight, height, figure, and appearance all meet the requirements. Their company asked me to ask you if you are willing to do it?"
Ren Yizi felt warm in his heart. He didn't expect that Wen Siru had considered such a distant future for him.
In the past, he had thought about the modeling industry, but the waters were too deep in this industry, and he was often taken advantage of for free, and some of his friends were also cheated out of their money.
Fortunately, he is very stingy. Whenever he is asked to pay money, he will be very cautious and will not pay a single cent.
What a joke. He comes to work to do his labor. The company should give him corresponding labor remuneration instead of him paying money to the company.
He didn't have time to think about why Wen Siru knew his height and weight, and blurted out: "Go, of course."
Somehow, he felt that the company found for him by someone like Wen Siru who had connections and resources must be a legitimate company that would not cheat anyone.
He inexplicably trusted Wen Si Ru.
Wen Siru said gently, as if smiling, "You might want to think about it again, because I've found another part-time job for you. Do you want to hear about it?"
"Okay, go ahead."
After listening to Wen Si Ru's talk about other part-time jobs, Ren Yizi still felt that being a model was the best first. He expressed to Wen Si Ru his desire to join a modeling agency. Wen Si Ru said yes and he would reply to the person in charge of the company.
"By the way, when you go for the interview, can I go with you?"
Ren Yizi hugged the quilt and imagined his life as a money-making man: "Ojbk, Ruzi, you're really nice. When you're free, let's go and become sworn brothers. I'm determined to be your brother."
As soon as he said these words, it was Wen Siru's turn to be confused. He was stunned for a moment, then asked softly and slowly, "What did you call me just now?"
Ren Yizi didn't know why he suddenly asked, "Ruzi, didn't you say before that I could call you that?"
"Of course you can call me that," Wen Siru's eyes were ambiguous, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, but his voice was smiling and unspeakably gentle, "Go to sleep, good night, Brother Zi."
The air conditioner in the dormitory was humming, and the air outlet made a slight sound, and the cool air blew comfortably to every corner of the room.
Ren Yizi felt a sense of peace when he heard Wen Siru's gentle voice, and he also said, "Good night."
He was very tired today and fell asleep immediately, but he didn't sleep well.
After having a nightmare about the past, he suddenly opened his eyes. At that moment, he was a little confused about where he was.
He took a deep breath and slowly recalled that this was his new dormitory.
Ren Yizi was sweating profusely as he stared at the dim ceiling with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep again.
The nightmare just now was too real. It happened several years ago, but it seemed like it just happened again.
The quarrels, cries and begging sounds seem to still ring in my ears.
Ren Yizi closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and used the pillow to cover the noisy sounds in his ears. He wanted to continue sleeping, but he could no longer fall asleep.
He felt a burning sensation on his back, and it started to hurt violently, as if countless needles were piercing him, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
He couldn't help but let out a soft cry and pounded the bed a few times. At this time, he smelled Wen Si Ru's body fragrance on the tip of his nose.
Before going to bed at night, Wen Si Ru told him that if he couldn't sleep, he could get out of bed and light his calming sandalwood incense. He could use it at will and didn't need to be polite to him.
But Ren Yizi did not go down to light incense, because he found that the fragrance on Wen Siru's body was more pleasant. It was not a very strong fragrance, but a light one, like a natural body odor. The fragrance of flowers, plants and trees in the temple after the rain mixed with the sandalwood in the temple was refreshing, as if it could soothe any anxious and irritable mood, making people feel as if they had ascended to the fairyland, with clear ears and eyes, and it was simply refreshing.
Such a pleasant smell gradually lingered at the tip of the nose, gradually soothing the intense burning pain that Ren Yizi was feeling.
He thought about good things to relieve the pain, and then he thought of everything Wen Si Ru had done for him in the past two days. Immediately, a different image of Wen Si Ru appeared in his eyes.
The Wen Si Ru in front of me looked like a holy angel.
He was enveloped in golden holy light, wearing a white robe, with a pair of huge pure white wings spread out, smiling and extending a friendly hand to him.
The visual impact on Ren Yizi was too strong. He was stunned and temporarily forgot the burning pain in his back that penetrated into his bones.
A ray of light gradually shone into the dormitory and reflected on the ceiling. A clear bird's cry sounded melodiously, heralding the beginning of a new day.
Ren Yizi turned around and looked towards the window. The morning sun gradually rose in the distant sky, and the whole sky gradually brightened. The clouds were covered with a layer of golden light. The sunlight was imprinted in his eyes, flashing with hope.
It seems like everything is going in the right direction!
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