"Brother Chan, you have such a good memory."
"I remember everything about Qingmei sister."
Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, "Why are you in school?"
"I came to play on the weekend and stopped by to take a look. What about you? Why are you wandering around the school instead of going back to study for the college entrance exam?"
"Hey~ Your tone is so much like my dad's."
"Then you call me daddy."
"Nonsense, Brother Can, you just like to talk nonsense now. Humph, I'm in Sister Wu Luo's class. I came to take last semester's Huanggang Mathematics back to look at it."
Zhao Qingmei hugged Huang Gang and said, wearing a school uniform, she looked like a high school girl in her youth.
"Brother Chan, you treated me to milk tea last time, this time I'll treat you."
"Okay." Lin Can glanced at her school uniform. "Are you hot? Why are you wearing a coat in the middle of summer?"
“It’s not hot.”
Lin Can said "Oh" and didn't say anything. He understood it in his heart. He remembered that some female classmates in high school also liked to wear school uniforms in the summer. It was because they had grown bigger and liked to wear school uniforms to cover themselves up.
Not far from the school gate, there is a small milk tea shop less than one meter wide. The sign on it only has the word "Mi" (honey), but everyone passing by knows that this is Mixue Bingcheng.
Two cups of milk tea, one for Lin Can and one for Zhao Qingmei.
"Brother Chan, I'm so bad at math. I'm worried I won't do well on the test."
"Keep working hard, there's still some time. One extra point can make a world of difference in the quality of the university you choose."
"Why are you so good at math? I remember you scored 141 in math on the college entrance exam."
"I think so, I don't remember it very well."
"Huh? If you don't even remember this highlight, then what do you remember?"
"I only remember 'The man came riding on a bamboo horse, playing with green plums around the bed.'"
", playing with Qingmei around the bed..." Zhao Qingmei blushed, bit her lip, and muttered, "What do you mean by playing with Qingmei? Brother Can, you are becoming more and more indecent."
Her name is Zhao Qingmei. How could she not be shy if you flirt with her around the bed?
Lin Can smiled and said, "I've discovered that you're not only bad at math, but you're also bad at Chinese. This is poetry."
Zhao Qingmei mustered up the courage to say, "Then you should give me some extra lessons. After all, you're so good at Chinese, math, and English, and I'm so bad at math. You don't want your junior to fail the college entrance exam, do you?"
"..." Lin Can glanced at Zhao Qingmei and nodded, "Okay~ Wallace in front."
"Brother Chan, are you not counting time today?"
"There's no time limit tonight, you can do it as long as you want."
"Great, let's do this for a little longer."
…
Wallace ordered some fries and the two of them sat down.
"Which question do you not know?"
"I don't understand this function problem. Can, can you help me figure it out?"
"I'm best at function problems. Solve them this way, then this way, and finally this way, and you'll get the answer..."
Lin Can was working on the calculations and explanations on the scratch paper with a pen in hand.
Zhao Qingmei sat opposite him, put her chest on the table, supported her chin, and nodded and shook her head in understanding: "Brother Can, can you explain it more simply?"
"Can."
In Wallace in the afternoon, the delivery guys came and went one after another, and only these two stayed in their positions and calculated problems.
Lin Can has rediscovered the pleasure of doing exercises during his high school days. He keeps talking and becomes more and more energetic. Doing exercises makes me happy and forget my worries.
Zhao Qingmei went from supporting her chin with her hand to leaning on the table with her head tilted. She was too tired and her brain couldn't think straight. She didn't look at the test paper. She watched Lin Can chattering about how to solve this problem, doing it over and over again on the draft paper, his handsome face full of concentration and seriousness.
"Which question do you not know?"
“This one.”
Zhao Qingmei randomly pointed to a question, and Lin Can continued to practice. Zhao Qingmei continued to admire Can's serious look.
As she watched, Zhao Qingmei fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. I opened my eyes and saw Lin Can playing with his mobile phone opposite me.
"woke up."
"Um, sorry Chan, I fell asleep."
"My lectures were too boring."
"No, no, you were very good at explaining the subject, and you were very handsome and serious. It was the afternoon sun that made me fall asleep."
"I've taken notes on these difficult problems for you. When you get home, find more similar ones to practice. It's almost time, so pack up and go home."
"good."
Zhao Qingmei packed up the test papers and walked out of Wallace with Lin Can.
"Brother Chan, thank you for explaining the problem to me."
"You're welcome. Come on, there's not much time left. Don't think about anything else and focus on preparing for the college entrance exam."
"Well, bye, Brother Chan, I'm going home first."
Zhao Qingmei waved her hand, walked for a distance holding the test paper filled with Lin Can's solution ideas, looked back, and saw Lin Can hailed a taxi and left.
"Brother Chan is so sweet."
Zhao Qingmei smiled. She had not yet fallen in love, but simply admired her senior Lin Can.
At the age of youth, there is nothing to show off. All you have to do is prepare for the college entrance examination. You don’t have the time to enjoy yourself. You just have to keep doing exercises. The same goes for dressing up. You don’t wear makeup, just your bare face and wear school uniform.
If Zhao Qingmei works hard, maybe she can be admitted to Ningbo University.
It would be best if I could pass the exam, and I could continue to be Can’s junior schoolmate.
The girl felt that this was the happiest thing at this age.
"Playing around the bed with green plums? Why play around the bed with green plums? What does this poem mean?"
Zhao Qingmei was puzzled. Why did you play with Qingmei around the bed? Why did Qingmei need you to play with her on the bed?
…
Back at the river, they were still playing cards, and Lin Can sat down next to them.
"I'm back. My waist hurts. Rub it for me."
"Um."
Lin Can reached out and moved his hands around Lin Miaomiao's waist. Her waist was really thin. When he opened his hands and looked from behind, it seemed as if he was holding her thin waist. Of course, the premise was that Lin Can was 183cm tall and his hands were big, but Lin Miaomiao's waist was indeed thin. He massaged it gently while Lin Miaomiao continued to play her cards.
"Miao Miao, I really envy you. Xiao Can is so good to you. You are so lucky." He Yue threw out 40,000 and said.
"Bang!" Sun Zhiyan touched it, threw two out, and said, "I took Xiaocan's car back this morning. Xiaocan kept saying that he came back to see Aunt Lin. That's really nice."
Lin Can smiled and said, "I'm so good, but my Aunt Lin still thinks I'm not good enough."
Li Yuyan: "No way, it's so good, she's playing cards, and you're rubbing her waist, and she's still not satisfied? She really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings she has."
Lin Can leaned in and whispered, "Did you hear that? They say you don't know how to appreciate your blessings."
Lin Miaomiao smiled at the three beautiful women and whispered, "If you continue to write those messy words on my back, I will beat you."
While massaging, Lin Can wrote on Lin Miaomiao's back. The words he wrote were all weird and unpleasant to the ears, which made Lin Miaomiao blush.
Lin Miaomiao twisted her body to signal that she should stop writing.
Lin Can was bored anyway, so he continued writing. Lin Miaomiao could guess every word he wrote, but she just didn't say it out loud because she wanted to save face!
He's like this, and the three of you are still praising him. Lin Miaomiao really doesn't agree. You really don't know how "filial" my A-chan is. I don't dare let him be too filial. (End of this chapter)
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