Chapter 14
The senior year students at No. 12 Middle School used to complete their make-up classes on Saturdays and Sundays.
Later, an unknown heroic parent called the reporting hotline to the Municipal Education Bureau, and to this day, No. 12 Middle School still maintains the fine tradition of only making up for the missed classes on Saturdays.
There is no need to attend evening self-study on this day, and school can be over at 5 pm.
The teacher didn't give a serious lecture in the morning, but instead gave us a weekly test.
Take a math test.
Lu Si is very strong in mathematics. When he gets the test paper and picks up the pen, his eyes are no longer sleepy, his brows are no longer wrinkled, and his head no longer hurts.
If possible, Lu Si would still like to divide half of his mathematical brain into Chinese and half into English.
After the test, Mr. Yan, the math teacher, came in, walked up to the podium and said, "Okay, you're done. Exchange your papers with your deskmates. We'll go over the questions and correct them as we go along."
From below came the sound of slowly changing test papers.
Mr. Yan lived up to his name, a veteran teacher with a commanding presence. He was also known for his dedication to enforcing student discipline, making him a perfect match for Director Liu of the Academic Affairs Office. Furthermore, the inherent nature of mathematics meant that even the students in Class 2 of the Science and Engineering Program were intimidated by him.
But Teacher Yan also has a gentle side, especially towards his favorite class representative, Lu Si.
"Class representative," when it came to the final multiple-choice or fill-in-the-blank question, Teacher Yan said in a tone so kind that it gave the students in Class 2 goosebumps, "tell us your thinking on this question."
Lu Si stood up, glanced at Gu Fang's answers, and found that they were all correct again.
To be precise, when Teacher Yan asked him to answer, he did not tell him the answer in advance.
Gu Fang just answered exactly the same as him.
And his answer was the answer.
Lu Si finished his speech slowly, his eyelids drooping. After he sat down, Teacher Yan was pleased: "Don't just listen, you should learn from others' problem-solving ideas. Every time the class representative solves a problem, his ideas are very clear and flexible..."
At the end of the morning class, after finishing the entire exam, Lu Si wrote 150 neatly in the lower right corner of the paper and handed it to the group leader in front of him: "Gather them and hand them over to me."
The team leader first saw the red 150 at the bottom and was stunned for a moment: "Brother Lu, you are not in my team."
Lu Si coughed and said lightly: "Look at the name."
The team leader saw Gu Fang's name and was shocked. "Oh my god! This guy also got full marks! What's the feng shui of this corner of our classroom? Two math geniuses sitting at the same table by chance?"
Gu Fang had already gone to the bathroom to change the barrier patch. Lu Si coughed again and said coldly, "Isn't there a kind of gravity?"
"Huh?" The team leader looked up in confusion. "What gravity?"
Isn't this mathematics? How did it get to physics?
Lu Si lowered his head, looked at the red pen on the table, and casually flicked it.
"The force of attraction is that like attracts like." He said slowly.
The team leader was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but argue: "You two are of different sexes." And are you sure it's not that people of the same sex repel each other?
Lu Si lowered his head, his side-parted hair covering his eyes. He curled his lips very lightly, as if he also thought he was quite funny.
"Then we are of the same kind." He changed his words quickly.
I was having lunch in the cafeteria when I received a notice from the school student union asking all departments to hold a meeting.
Sure enough, being a department head is quite annoying. Lu Si sighed as he walked towards the Culture and Sports Building and forwarded the message to the group chat, asking the arts and sports committee members of each class to come to the fifth floor for a meeting at 1:00 p.m.
In fact, when I first joined the Culture and Sports Department, it was just to apply for a special rehearsal room for the band.
A club of four was far from being qualified to use a separate activity room. Since they couldn't get one, they had no choice but to infiltrate the enemy.
The funny thing was, he was a member of the arts club, but most of the people who voted for him were from the sports club. Because he often played basketball with these people in his freshman year of high school, the connections he had accumulated during his free time actually came in handy during the election.
There were four deputy ministers, and he was one of them, the kind of cadre who usually wasn't very active in anything. When the leadership changed in the second year of high school, only two deputy ministers decided to stay on, and the next semester, another deputy minister retired, so the position of minister was naturally passed to him.
Logically, by his senior year, he should have resigned and handed the position of leader to his juniors. Since the band had won city awards and received special approval from the school, there was no need for him to infiltrate the enemy.
Unfortunately, a highly responsible candidate for the department head in his sophomore year transferred to another school this year. This leaves only one deputy department head, the one who accompanied him on the hygiene inspection at the beginning of the semester. He loves studying and has openly stated that he doesn't want to be a department head. His parents compromised with him being a deputy department head.
There were also two deputy ministers who were selected as soon as Gao Yi came in. They failed to convince the public, so Lu Si was inexplicably retained in his position.
In fact, if you are tougher, you can retreat.
However, the useless sense of responsibility that usually lies dormant will jump out at this time and say, "Are you worthy of those who voted for you by just leaving the mess to the younger generation?"
Once you become a leader, you must be responsible to the end.
This is the most simple bottom line of Lu Si, who calls himself a bad person.
Since Lu Si became the minister, the efficiency of the Ministry of Culture and Sports has been greatly improved.
It took a total of ten minutes from the beginning to the end, explaining the enrollment situation of various clubs at the beginning of the school year, the cadre replacement situation, the first bulletin board situation at the beginning of the school year, and previewing the sports meeting and school anniversary at the end of October.
Then the meeting was adjourned.
Lu Si returned to the classroom with his notebook, ready to talk to the arts committee about the blackboard newspaper. Seeing the meeting attendance record, he remembered that Shu Nanzhi had asked for leave today.
Tsk. Lu Si closed the notebook. He had to finish the drawing by this weekend.
Shu Nanzhi used to be in charge, and she also drew the bulletin board, but now the model worker had suddenly taken leave, and there was no one to help. Lu Si racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out who among the students in Class 2 who could draw.
It's almost like drawing a parabola.
The classroom was empty as everyone had left. He walked around his deskmate's seat and went in. He bent down, moved the small pink box aside, and rummaged through it for a while.
Well, these people really didn't leave him any food.
The dorm door was already locked at this time, and it would be troublesome to ask the dorm manager to open it. Lu Si was planning to read for a while before taking a nap in the classroom. He fished in the hole in the desk, and while pulling out the writing materials, he touched a piece of cool bottle.
It is AD calcium milk.
Maybe it was exchanged this morning, or maybe it was exchanged yesterday and hasn’t been drunk yet.
Lu Si tilted his head and looked towards the table next to him. The chair was empty, the tabletop clean and tidy, with only a notebook that had been forgotten to be closed and a gel pen resting on the paper.
The gel pen was not capped. Lu Si raised his narrow and stern eyebrows, glanced at the front and back doors of the classroom where no one passed by, and quickly reached out to touch the pen and the pen cap.
When he covered it and put it back, he inadvertently lowered his head and glanced at the contents of the notes.
This is the most difficult math question today.
He remembered that Gu Fang had solved it. The neat handwriting, after another glance, raised his eyebrows even more, and he was surprised to find that it was actually his own thoughts.
Lu Si’s mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly figured it out.
He had dealt with many people of this kind, but this was the first time he had seen such an obedient student. When Old Yan asked them to study the department representative's thinking, those who made mistakes didn't necessarily listen carefully, but those who got it right wrote it down verbatim and even summarized their thinking.
...Old Yan would probably be moved to tears. What a wonderful child.
When I scanned the lower right corner, I saw traces of pencil graffiti. The good kid who would move his teacher to tears was actually daydreaming while taking notes in class.
With just a few strokes, Lu Si couldn't help but admire him. Even he, with no artistic talent, had managed to recognize it as a pot of mint on the windowsill. Facing the setting sun, the clear leaves cast a shadow. Looking down, it should be cast on someone's desk.
However, the notebook ran out of space and the sunshine came to an abrupt end.
Lu Si's eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked towards the windowsill.
Gu Fang had taken the pot of strawberry mint home, and the windowsill was empty, but he inexplicably felt that the painting was of the windowsill here.
Gu Fang bit a piece of popsicle and slowly walked into the classroom.
It was early September, and the temperature hadn't dropped yet. The afternoon still held the lingering warmth of midsummer, and the scorching sun covered the tabletop. Gu Fang didn't sit down, but instead went to close the curtains, popsicle in hand.
Lu Si fell asleep on the table in the afternoon, his school uniform covering his head, revealing only a part of his bent neck and a few protruding joints.
Fair and slender, with a cool feeling.
After the curtains were drawn, shadows fell over them as they stood and slept.
Gu Fang lowered his eyes and did not move for a long time, his gaze fixed on that white skin.
When the bell rang, he came to his senses and sat back in his seat in a daze.
He bit the popsicle in two or three bites, and the school uniform lifted up a slit. Lu Si lay on his side, looking at him with cold eyes. Gu Fang also looked at him, his eyes a little confused. He hadn't finished the ice in his mouth, and his cheeks puffed up like a squirrel.
...So cute.
Sigh. Lu Si sighed inwardly.
He held up two fingers and walked to the edge of the table like a little man.
Gu Fang looked up at the door. It was the homeroom teacher's class, and Lao Du hadn't arrived yet. So he leaned over and asked the little man softly, "What's wrong?"
The little man stomped his feet, and it turned out that there was a piece of paper under his feet. He dragged the paper across the line of the table and returned the same way after completing the task.
Gu Fang bent his lips and unfolded the note.
The running script is elegant and flying, and it says "Can a small red flower be exchanged for an issue of the blackboard newspaper?"
Gu Fang sent the note back in the same way.
The road is unfolding.
The small regular script is neat and concise, and it says "A bunch of little red flowers can buy you a whole semester (little stars)."
The star that was casually painted has no color, but it looks very beautiful.
As the school day drew to a close, the atmosphere in the classrooms grew increasingly restless. The school knew that if students continued to study during the final period, no one would be able to concentrate, so they decided to hold a school-wide cleanup.
Tables and chairs were cleared, the floor was swept, water was sprinkled and the windows were cleaned.
The boys were having a water fight in the classroom like crazy, running back and forth between the front and back doors, yelling and screaming like baboons. Everywhere they went, they could hear the shrill howling of the labor committee member.
Gu Fang was wiping the glass along the corridor when a "baboon" suddenly rushed to the outside of the window and stopped, leaving two cups of milk tea on the table.
Gu Fang raised his eyes and found that it was Chen Yi who was opposite him.
"to whom?"
Chen Yi scratched the back of his head: "Here you go."
"……Why?"
Chen Yi's ears were red. "I apologize. About that day... in gym class, Brother Lu already lectured us. You didn't take sides with Director Liu at all—that idiot from the hip-hop club who sued the parents said you were actually speaking up for us."
"Oh." Gu Fang had long forgotten about the gym class incident. In his opinion, it wasn't a provocation, much less bullying. It was simply someone unrelated to him, doing something unrelated to him. Perhaps the only thing that irritated him was Lu Si's attitude in the matter.
Obviously, the words "Brother Lu has already taught us a lesson" pleased him.
So Gu Fang took it and asked: "Why two cups?"
"And the cup was given to me by Brother Ji." Chen Yi paused and emphasized his tone, "Brother Ji!"
Gu Fang couldn't help but curl his lips: "Thank you."
Chen Yi looked at his smile, stunned for a moment, a suspicious blush on her face. She picked up the bucket, looked around, and sneaked away like a thief.
"Hey, Chicken Bro."
In the rehearsal room, Xie Ziyao fiddled with the drum set for a long time, making sure the drum could still hold its position for a piece of music. He then raised his head and asked Mo Ji, "Si'er hasn't replied yet? What's wrong with him? He's not actively practicing, there must be something wrong with his mind!"
Mo Ji looked at his old phone for a long time: "Yuanzi called back and said he would be here soon."
Xie Ziyao placed his hands on the drum to keep the connection tight. "What's wrong with Class 2? Why are they so slow on cleaning?"
"Yuanzi's back again!" Mo Ji's old cell phone had a delay, and the ringing of it would keep him excited for a long time. "Huh? What's going on? Brother Si isn't coming to rehearsal this afternoon?"
"After not seeing you for a day," Xie Ziyao stood up solemnly, "this young man has a problem with his thinking."
Mo Ji continued to look: "Yuanzi said he wants to make a bulletin board for the start of the school year and plans to finish it this afternoon."
As he spoke, Mo Ji suddenly paused and blinked at Xie Ziyao with an ambiguous look.
"Are you going blind?"
Xie Ziyao was neither informed nor tactful.
"Tsk." Mo Ji said, "Guess who he worked with on the bulletin board."
"There's something wrong with your eyes." Xie Ziyao guessed, "Omega? The Omega from Class 2? Who is it? Who is so powerful that he can make the straight A-road dad abandon his kingdom and leave us loyal subjects to stay alone in the rehearsal room?"
Xie Ziyao's words became more and more amusing, and he couldn't help but laugh while shaking his shoulders: "It can't be Xiao Piaoliang, right? Ha..."
Halfway through his laughter, Mo Ji said, "It's said that our Yaoyaozi is the most favored by the emperor."
Xie Ziyao was speechless, his eyes widened in disbelief. "No way? Didn't you see how Jing Xingye and that class 11 girl, Le Jiayu, disliked us last time? Besides, they don't look like the same kind of people."
"It's just a bulletin board." Mo Ji said, "Didn't we see it during the last fight? That pretty girl in Class 2 is a good person."
"That's right." Xie Ziyao agreed. "If it's Brother Lu, there's no gossip to talk about. That's the good thing about being a straight A. He'll never be involved in premature love."
As soon as the school bell rings, the school on weekends is deserted in less than ten minutes.
Unfortunately, Chen Yi's chair was right under the blackboard at the back, so Lu Si dragged it over and said, "Borrow his."
Gu Fang stepped onto the chair and began painting from the top. Lu Si had borrowed the gouache from the class next door. He planned to paint some borders of clouds and flowers in the four corners, and in the lower left corner, a picture of No. 12 Middle School on a hillside, with a playground, a national flag, and pigeons flying across the sky.
While he was still drawing, Lu Si picked up the chalk and copied words on the other side.
"Don't draw too carefully." After Lu Si finished copying a paragraph, he looked up and found Gu Fang still drawing in the corner. He frowned and reminded him, "Just deal with it after the inspection."
Pausing his brush, Gu Fang stared at his hair with drooping eyelashes, "The Minister of Culture and Sports' class has such an ugly poster. Will they lose their leadership role?"
Lu Si choked suddenly. He had never thought of this.
He took a few steps back, put on the glasses in his pocket, and looked at the whole picture from a distance.
"It looks good." He raised his eyebrows, his tone calm but revealing his seriousness, "Any painting looks good."
Gu Fang turned his back to him, his delicate eyebrows curved into a very gentle arc.
He continued to paint with his head down, and after finishing the last stroke, he looked up and down and nodded with satisfaction.
Just as he was about to jump off the chair, he didn't expect that Chen Yi's chair was broken. The board he stepped on was completely disconnected from the chair legs underneath. When he stepped on one side, the other side lifted up. He didn't expect to lose his balance suddenly, and he tripped and fell with a scream.
Lu Si suddenly turned his head——
She stretched out her chalk-dusted hand and took him into her arms.
In an instant, the minty scent rushed into Gu Fang's nose, and he was like Luo Bai falling into a cloud of strawberry mint flavor. The cool mist penetrated into the joints between his bones.
Perhaps because of the sudden loss of weight, or perhaps because the stimulation was too strong, Gu Fang felt dizzy and wondered if this was the happy, strawberry-mint paradise?
"Are you sprained?" Lu Si frowned and lowered his eyes to look at him.
Gu Fang didn't want to get up, but he had to. His skin was clamoring for more, more contact, but he didn't dare to not quickly shake his head and throw away this fatal temptation.
"I..." He closed his eyes and turned his head away, "I'm fine."
When Lu Si narrowed his eyes, they would inexplicably take on a fierce intensity. When he fixed his gaze on a person or a place, his narrow, deep, starry eyes seemed to foretell the next instant he would curse you out.
Therefore, Gu Fang was a little timid and turned back: "What's wrong?"
There was a drop of blue paint on his tall and beautiful nose.
Lu Si's thin lips stretched out, actually he was struggling with himself.
"Here." Finally, he tapped his nose. "There's something on it."
"Where?" Gu Fang was a little surprised and touched his nose. "Here?"
"No, a little to the left."
Gu Fang moved.
"A little further to the right."
Gu Fang suspected that there was nothing on his nose at all, and the impact of the strawberry mint was too strong, so he was listless: "I'll go to the bathroom later..."
Lu Si suddenly reached out, touched the tip of his nose, and wiped it gently.
It was like pressing a strange switch. Gu Fang froze, and Lu Si didn't move either.
A moment seemed long.
The paused time suddenly accelerated, and a trace of horror flashed across Gu Fang's delicate face. He suddenly shook off Lu Si's hand, reacted violently, and ran out without saying a word.
Lu Si suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the empty back door, still holding his hand raised in a daze.
a long time……
He frowned in annoyance and closed his eyelids.
He shouldn't have done that. The other person was an O. Even if Gu Fang didn't know the difference between AO and O, he should have understood. Even if it was innocent help, the atmosphere just now was too wrong—so wrong that even a straight A like him felt something was wrong.
At that moment, I felt like I was possessed by a nightmare and couldn't move.
The only difference is that nightmares are bad, and the feeling just now... couldn't be better.
Tsk.
……well.
I’m done for now. Even my deskmate has nothing to do.
The author has something to say:
Xiaolu, guess why he went to the bathroom?
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