Chapter 5: Does anyone learn like this? Lin Xicai held the soda in her hand...
Lin Xicai threw the soda bottle in her hand into the trash can, and then heard the girl behind her say, "But it's been a bit strange lately. He's been coming to school for four days in a row!"
"Indeed," another girl sighed in agreement, "What has attracted him to the school recently? He comes here every day, making everyone feel like they're in prison. The whole class is dead."
Lin Xicai was a little absent-minded. "Why, he often didn't come to school before?"
"Yeah, he wasn't here so often before," the girl said angrily. "I don't know what's wrong with him these days. He's so active in school..."
Lin Xicai spread her hands, feeling hopeless. "Just be content. You're just in the same class with him, and I'm sitting at the same table with him."
"Oh. That's right."
Lin Xicai: “….”
Lin Xicai returned to the classroom as the bell rang. With deliberately light steps and breathing, Lin Xicai sat down in her seat.
This class was an English class, but the English teacher didn't show up. The head teacher came over and said that the English teacher had something urgent to do, so everyone had to study on their own.
As soon as the news was announced, everyone's eyes lit up, but for some well-known reason, this excitement could only be silent. Lin Xicai was as quiet as a chicken and took out the English textbook from the bookend.
"adventure...adventure, adventure, adventure..."
Lin Xicai sat in her seat and memorized words. It was difficult to speak out loud, so she could only read them in her mind. She read each word several times to get the general idea, and then spelled out the letters one by one to memorize them.
Lin Xicai was reciting the vocabulary list with great enthusiasm, and she felt the air pressure beside her getting lower and lower.
Then at some point, the person next to her suddenly turned his head and looked at her, his eyes falling directly on her face.
“…”
"Is this mania looking at me?"
"I can't stand it anymore. Is this how a human being should live? Am I studying or in jail? Even in jail, I can't talk, right?"
"Addicted to, addicted, addicted, addicted... Why are you still looking at me? Can't he even stand the sound of turning pages? Come home, child, come home, home is quiet... addicted to..."
"Package, package, package, package... What are you pretending for? Do you really think the world revolves around you? Let's hire a nanny for you..."
Xie Shi stared at Lin Xicai, his eyes dark and indescribable. His sharp and handsome face paled slightly, revealing a morbid restraint and forbearance.
Those terrifying decibels were like thousands of tentacles, entangled in his nerves, and the pain gradually deepened, traveling along his temples and all the way to his brain.
Dense pain rose and fell along with the noisy sounds, and the manic mood almost swallowed him up - this feeling was familiar yet unfamiliar, he hadn't had such an attack in a long time.
The presence of that gaze was too strong. Lin Xicai's body instinctively tensed up and she subconsciously lowered her head to look at the English textbook - could she not even stand the sound of turning pages?
Lin Xicai sighed, and then moved more gently, carefully pinching the pages with her fingertips, and deliberately slowing down the movement of turning the pages, as if pressing 0.1 times the speed, trying not to make any sound.
From Xie Shi's perspective, she was just curled up with her head down, sitting there quietly and obediently, like a poor little girl who accepted everything that happened to her.
Xie Shi closed his eyes, as if suppressing something, and leaned against the table behind him with a cold look on his face.
Lin Xicai recited English for half the class, put the English textbook aside, and took out the high school physics textbook that she brought from home yesterday from the drawer - since she couldn't learn about electromagnetic fields, wouldn't acceleration be easier?
After all, throughout her high school years, it seemed that she had only studied seriously for a few days when she first entered school. She remembered that the first physics class she took at that time was about motion and acceleration.
The textbooks in this world were not arranged exactly the same as those in her world, but the learning stages and course knowledge were basically the same. Lin Xicai stroked the physics textbook, opened the first unit, and saw the words "acceleration", which felt very familiar.
Lin Xicai sat in her seat, flipped through the textbook roughly, and began to memorize physics formulas.
"S=v0t+1/2at2, S=v0t+1/2at2,...v0-t+1/2-a-t2...1/2-a-t2..."
Xie Shi's heart skipped a beat, and his emotions, which had barely calmed down, were easily stirred up again. He felt irritated, but more confused.
Why would someone...
Remember the formula like this?
Why do some people memorize formula letters in the same way as they memorize English words?
When he thought that this idiot who could be put in a museum was actually sent to attack him in the first place, a subtle anger filled his heart and a dangerous curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
The rustling sounds came endlessly, turning into strands of pain, torturing his thoughts and provoking his rationality.
The pain came and went, and his face grew paler and paler, like a poisonous beast, with a dangerous sense of loss of control that was out of tune with this world.
Lin Xicai could clearly feel a pair of eyes staring at her from the side.
That gaze had claws and fangs, with a hidden desire to destroy, as if it was ready to pounce and bite her neck at any moment.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
…
That dangerous feeling is getting closer and closer.
Lin Xicai felt that this person was approaching her.
Lin Xicai's body stiffened, and the next moment, a pair of pale and slender hands reached out.
"Pen," he said.
Lin Xicai looked over - this was the first sentence this person said to her.
The sound was unexpectedly nice.
His voice was cold, a little deep, even a little strange and hoarse, as if he didn't speak often.
She looked straight into those deep and solemn eyes, as if suppressing the endless violence, and was confused for a moment.
What did he say? Pen?
As they looked at each other, Lin Xicai came back to his senses, paused, skipped over the colorful new favorites, found a cheap mechanical pencil and handed it over.
That handsome and sharp face was extremely gloomy. He took the pen from her hand, tore off half a piece of waste paper from the table, and wrote something on the paper with a frown.
He wrote quickly, and then, in her astonished eyes, he slapped the densely written note in front of her.
As the hand rose and fell, the cool breeze stirred her hair, brushing against her forehead, causing it to itch. Lin Xicai followed the beautiful, slender hand to the slip of paper, which contained two incredibly detailed formulas for derivation.
The handwriting was sloppy, vigorous and powerful, and every stroke was filled with hostility and unruliness.
Those formulas were exactly the two sets that she had just memorized while holding the physics textbook.
Lin Xicai picked up the piece of paper from the table and stared at the two derivation processes from the first line to the last line. When she finished reading the last letter, she was surprised to find that the things she had memorized dozens of times but failed to remember had magically entered her mind.
Surprised, Lin Xicai's eyes fell on the textbook beside her, and she guessed that this person must have seen her book, so he knew what formula she was memorizing.
But why should he help her?
Lin Xicai's heart skipped a beat, and her expression suddenly became serious.
Lin Xicai sat in her seat with a frown on her face, reached into the drawer, fumbled for a long time, and took out a small light pink mirror.
The mirror was spread out in the palm of her hand. Lin Xicai lowered her head, her eyelashes slightly drooping, and examined the face in the small mirror.
She had a ponytail, dimples, fair skin with a rosy glow, and a pair of large, soft eyes that seemed to be filled with water and were bright and clear. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to hers, but softer than her own face, especially when her eyelashes were lowered, giving her a rather pitiful look, a true appearance of a little white flower...
After looking in the mirror, Lin Xicai frowned even deeper.
She glanced at him with a wary look in her eyes, and said a few words coldly in her heart - "Don't love me, it will be fruitless."
Snap——
The hand holding the mechanical pencil suddenly shook, and the lead inside broke into several pieces in an instant.
As if he had finally been unable to bear it any longer, the person next to him gave her a look as if he wanted to tear her apart, then suddenly stood up, rushed through the hall like a gust of wind, slammed the door and left.
The classroom door opened and closed, and Class Z suddenly became noisy, and the class finally had some lively atmosphere.
“The one who just left is…”
"It's him! He's gone, finally gone!"
"I can finally take a breath. I was suffocating."
"Finally they left. If they hadn't left, our class would have been driven crazy."
"Who messed with him again?"
…
There were constant chatter and noise in her ears. Lin Xicai sat in her seat with her chin in her hands, feeling incredibly confused about what had happened a few minutes ago.
No, what does this guy mean?
On the one hand, he looked sinister as if he wanted to swallow her up, and on the other hand, he took the initiative to write formulas for her. Did he have something against her, or was he interested in her?
Lin Xicai couldn't help but look at the small mirror again, and for the first time she felt a little regretful - is there a possibility that if she hadn't been so pretentious at the time and had quietly tried to conquer the male protagonist, she would have succeeded now?
Without a single word between them, he quickly wrote a page of formulas for her. Can you blame her for overthinking it? Otherwise, his motive is hard to explain...
Lin Xicai was staring at the half page of paper in a daze when two heads suddenly popped up from behind her.
The two boys looked over the desk and stared at the note in her hand. Lin Xicai was startled and almost threw the thing in her hand away. "What are you doing..."
"How did you do that?" The cheerful-looking man with a buzz cut behind him looked surprised. "He actually paid any attention to you?"
"He asked me to borrow a pen," said Lin Xicai.
"And then you wrote a formula for you?" The buzz-cut man was dumbfounded, curious and a little bit jealous. "How did you do that?"
Lin Xicai spread her hands - she was more confused than anyone else.
Lin Xicai had lunch outside the school in the afternoon. After lunch, she went to a flower and bird market, and then came back late with a small cactus in her arms.
Lin Xicai returned to the classroom humming a little tune in her heart. The moment she opened the door, the happy tune came to an abrupt end - next to her seat sat her crazy classmate whose mental state was obviously different from that of an ordinary person.
Lin Xicai was visibly stunned. She didn't understand why he had come back in the afternoon when he had clearly left in a rage that morning? Not only that, he had arrived earlier than her.
The good mood was dampened. Lin Xicai sighed, walked over quietly, and placed the cactus covered with thorns on a corner of the table.
As she moved, Xie Shi's gaze also fell on the cactus.
If a cactus suddenly grew on an ordinary desk, it would definitely look particularly abrupt and weird, but her "palanquin" was too exaggerated, and the cactus on it was not the most eye-catching.
Xie Shi stared at the cactus, thinking it was something she had used to decorate the sedan chair, with a hint of disgust in his eyes. But as the bell rang, he realized that it didn't seem to be the one she had used to decorate the sedan chair.
In the first two classes, one biology and one Chinese, this person yawned continuously and her eyelids drooped from the beginning of the class. Then, every time she felt so sleepy that she wanted to lie down, she would use the last bit of her sanity to raise her hand and touch the cactus.
When the delicate white and tender fingertips are pricked by the emerald green thorns, the drowsy person will be startled and awake for two minutes.
Then he continued to feel sleepy and continued to touch the cactus.
This cycle repeats endlessly.
Xie Shi's eyes followed her movements, his expression indescribably complex. He stared at her silently, as if examining a fresh monster.
This person's behavior was so bizarre that even he became strange. He would rather endure irritation and discomfort, and suffer from headaches, just to see what other strange behaviors this person might have.
…
Lin Xicai felt dizzy and drowsy. Every note the Chinese teacher opened and closed turned into a deadly hypnotic. Lin Xicai's mind was completely frozen, and the only rational thing she had was to force herself not to sleep.
In ancient times, there were Sun Jing and Su Qin who hung their heads on the beam and pierced their thighs with awls. Today, there is Lin Xi who pricks her hands with colorful cacti. In other words, she is not a scholar and does not know how to show off. Otherwise, how can this not be considered a good story of learning in the new era?
Lin Xicai was almost moved to tears by her own strong will to study...
"That female classmate!——"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the podium.
Lin Xicai was awakened a little by the sudden high decibel level. She looked up in confusion and met the pair of angry eyes on the podium.
"That girl who plays with the cactus! Stand up!"
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked over, and Lin Xicai hadn't even taken her hand off the cactus.
Before Lin Xicai could come back to her senses, the Chinese teacher barked again, "Is this really fun? You've been playing with a cactus for an entire class! I've been staring at you the whole time and trying not to say anything. You really don't have any self-awareness at all..."
Play?
Want to play?
She actually thought she was playing?
Lin Xicai was stunned.
It’s such an injustice!
Even Dou E didn't feel any more wronged than her.
"Teacher, I'm not..."
"No, what?" The bell rang at the right time, and the Chinese teacher raised her hand. "Okay, please ask your parents to come to school tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you in the office at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
What? Call the parents?
Lin Xicai held her hand: "Teacher——"
The Chinese teacher didn't even glance at me, leaving only an angry back.
Lin Xicai sat in her seat, feeling disheartened and wanting to cry but unable to...
Xie Shi's gaze lingered on her for a long time, examining her clumsy soul through her delicate exterior.
Name: Lin Xicai
Attribute: Straw bag.
Hobbies: Studying acting.
First in the grade?
Oh.
Lin Xicai was in a bad mood, and when she turned around and met that familiar scrutinizing gaze, she felt even worse.
What was the grudge? Why did she have to endure this kind of gaze again and again?
Lin Xicai couldn't stand it any longer. Just when she was about to say something, the other party spoke before her and said the second sentence to her -
“Does anyone learn this way?”
A stiff, cold, sarcastic and somewhat confusing tone.
Lin Xicai looked at him, and actually saw a strange hint of disappointment in his violent eyes.
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