Chapter 11: Deskmate "Since we are so familiar with each other..."
Yan Ning has finished writing the question in 3 minutes.
She lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the textbook at hand.
The whiteboard in front.
Teacher Zhao was holding a water-based pen, writing on the blackboard and explaining at the same time. After finishing a series of steps, Teacher Zhao turned around and handed the pen forward.
"Xiaochen, come and tell me what you think."
The boy who was called stepped forward, took the pen, and then slowly wrote his solution on the whiteboard.
In the room, the only sound was the rustling sound of water-based pens writing.
But the presence of the writer,
But it was so strong that Yan Ning could hardly ignore it.
When she was writing the last two questions just now, Yan Ning was lucky enough to focus on the questions. But now, as soon as she had some free time, too many questions popped up in her mind -
Why did Lu Chen come here?
She wasn't surprised that he had to take tutoring. After all, no one is born knowing how to solve math, physics, and chemistry, or answer questions in politics, history, and geography.
She was just surprised—
How could it be such a coincidence?
Lu Chen also happens to be studying here with Teacher Zhao?
However, this might explain why I met him in this building before...
Although, Lu Chen's outfit doesn't seem to have anything to do with studying.
But he really came here to do his homework.
As soon as he entered the room, he naturally walked to the seat opposite her and sat down. Then, he took out a test paper and a black pen from his messenger bag.
Although the bag was small, the paper was folded into three parts and fit in perfectly, with the edges and corners all neatly arranged.
During this time, the man opposite seemed to notice her gaze, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.
Their eyes met for a moment.
After she subconsciously lowered her head and avoided it.
He didn't say anything, but calmly spread out the paper and started writing the questions.
In fact, at that time, Yan Ning wanted to ask a question -
Aren’t you cold?
Although the sun is shining today, it is already autumn and the temperature is not very high.
What she is wearing now is a white, rather thick long-sleeved and long-trouser home suit, which feels just right on her body.
He's only wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, so he really won't catch a cold...
Stop when your train of thought forks.
Finally, there is one very important thing -
Why does he know her name?
It was clear that he called her at the stairs at school that day and called her "classmate".
Could it be that he felt uneasy about asking her to keep it a secret?
After finding out that the two of them were in the next class, I just asked someone and asked if they remembered her name?
Or maybe.
After what happened in the office went viral on campus.
Did he suspect she was the one who leaked the information, so he wanted to find out her name and confront her? ...
With his mind in a mess, Yan Ning suddenly heard a voice:
"Ningning?"
When Teacher Zhao called her name, she came back to her senses, "Huh?"
Lu Chen just happened to walk across from her, and their eyes met for the umpteenth time.
His brows still had that light smile, and he pulled out his chair and readily continued her question: "Teacher, are you finished with the questions?"
His voice had a usual casual quality.
Yan Ning was embarrassed.
I felt inexplicably embarrassed as if I had been caught daydreaming in class.
She quickly agreed and stood up, "I'm done!"
Fortunately, Teacher Zhao didn't care and said gently, "Then let me see it."
Yan Ning nodded, quickly sorted out the exercise books and notebooks on the table, picked up a pen, took two quick steps, and came to Teacher Zhao's side.
Teacher Zhao is looking through the questions.
Yan Ning waited aside. When she had some free time, she didn't know where to look.
After all, just one step away, there is a figure that is hard to ignore and causes wild thoughts.
She hesitated.
Finally, he turned slightly to the side, so that most of his vision was occupied by the huge whiteboard diagonally in front of him.
Two-thirds of the board is densely covered with the steps to solve the problem.
On the left side are Teacher Zhao’s notes. His years of teaching experience have made his handwriting clear and easy to distinguish, and his strokes are gentle, which is very similar to the feeling Teacher Zhao gives people.
And right next to it is another kind of handwriting.
The characters are good, but the placement of the brush is casual, but the sharpness of the brushstrokes can be seen in the details.
It seems to be in line with the owner's personality.
Before Yan Ning could take a closer look, he knew what those formulas said.
Teacher Zhao pulled the whiteboard down a little and began to explain the problem to her.
Yan Ning focused his mind and devoted himself to studying.
After several questions were explained, Yan Ning wrote down a lot of content in her notebook. After Teacher Zhao made sure that she understood everything, he handed the exercise book back to her.
"I'll help you choose a few more questions to consolidate your knowledge."
I thought about the bookcase being over there with the sofa.
After Yan Ning took the exercise book, he was about to move aside to make way when he heard Teacher Zhao say:
"Xiaochen, pick out a few of your papers and give them to me."
"good."
The man agreed very quickly.
Even before Yan Ning could react.
The slender hand flipped through the papers that had a few traces of writing on one side, found them, and tore them off. With a slight stretch of his arm, several papers were handed over as if they had been prepared in advance.
Yan Ning was stunned for a moment.
She lowered her eyes, and in front of her eyes——
The boy put one hand on the back of the chair, and his arm was exposed from the basketball jersey. His muscles were firm and the muscle lines could even be called beautiful. It was a kind of beauty between a teenager and a mature man.
The paper shook slightly.
Yan Ning came back to her senses and looked up, only to find that Teacher Zhao was wiping the whiteboard next to her and she was the only one free.
Yan Ning quickly reached out and took the paper, his eyes subconsciously moving from his hand, along his arm, up to the man's face.
Meet the dark eyes.
She added hurriedly, "Thank you."
Lu Chen didn't say anything, just slightly curled the corners of his lips.
Teacher Zhao ticked a few questions on these papers, and then used Yan Ning's signature pen to write the conditions of two questions in the blank spaces.
"Try to answer these questions."
When handing the test paper and pen back to Yan Ning, Teacher Zhao raised his hand, took off his glasses, pressed his eyebrows twice, and looked a little tired.
Yan Ning took it and asked worriedly, "Are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"
Grandma Cen went to take a nap. I don’t know if Grandpa Zhao also has the habit of taking a nap. Did her coming to study affect the old man’s rest?
Teacher Zhao put his glasses back on and smiled, "I just got up early today and am a little tired, but it's okay."
Hearing this, Lu Chen turned around and said, "Go back to your room and get some sleep."
After saying this, he turned his gaze and looked at Yan Ning, "If we have any problems, we will help each other."
Yan Ning understood his intention to persuade the old man and quickly replied, "That's right."
Since both students said so, Teacher Zhao didn't insist any more.
"Okay, I'll go get some sleep for half an hour."
As soon as Teacher Zhao left.
There were only two people left in the living room.
There is a mysterious silence in the air.
Yan Ning took the test paper and sat back in his seat.
She really wasn't the type to make small talk, and since she was in tutoring right now, there was no need to chat.
After saying this to himself, Yan Ning calmed his mind, tried his best to ignore the person opposite him, and began to do the questions seriously.
Ten to twenty minutes passed peacefully.
Yan Ning finished writing the last paper. After finishing the two questions on the front, he wanted to turn it over to see if there were any other questions that needed to be marked.
However, the turning edge of the paper silently moved the pencil she brought on the table.
After Yan Ning finished reading the back and confirmed that there was no topic to write, he looked up and saw the rolling pencil, but it was too late -
It reaches right to the edge of the tabletop.
Fell down.
Yan Ning reflexively leaned forward, trying to catch the ball, but unfortunately, he misjudged the position and failed to catch it.
However, the next second.
The expected sound of an object falling did not occur.
In contrast, the person opposite him held the fallen pen firmly without even looking at it.
Then he raised his eyes, looked over, spread out his palm and extended it forward.
The pure white pen lay so quietly in his hand, and even the position he held it was exactly in the center of the pen.
"Give."
"Oh, okay."
Yan Ning hurriedly reached out to take it, but the pen was too thin, and when her fingertips reached out to grab it, she accidentally touched his palm.
It's warm and dry.
The body temperature is much higher than her fingers.
He doesn't seem to be cold.
His thoughts wandered for a moment, and when Yan Ning sat back down, he quickly added, "Thank you."
"The seventh time."
Lu Chen took back his hand and said something casually.
Yan Ning didn't react for a moment, "What?"
"It seems like every time we meet, you say to me - 'Thank you'."
Lu Chen held his chin with one hand, looked at him leisurely, a bright smile on his lips, "Is this also a new way of greeting?"
Yan Ning lowered his eyes and put the lead of the mechanical pencil back.
"Um."
It’s not that she was reserved, but she really couldn’t find anything to refute.
After all, that's the reality.
The man opposite chuckled.
Yan Ning pursed his lips, his ears suddenly feeling hot for no reason.
Where, after all...
Funny?
"Surprised to see me?"
He still looked nonchalant, holding a pen and scribbling casually on the paper. When he came across something he wanted to write, he would write down a few steps, and the rest were basically left blank.
Just like the papers placed next to Yan Ning now.
Yan Ning hadn't decided yet whether to answer him.
Across from him, Lu Chen laughed again, "I was actually quite surprised. I didn't expect to meet my classmates here."
He first confessed his true feelings and spoke frankly.
Yan Ning, on the contrary, felt that it was not good for him to not answer.
After some hesitation, she nodded. As she put her pencil into her pencil case, she said hurriedly:
"Well, I've never seen you without your school uniform..."
This.
like.
There's something weird about that.
As soon as the words came out, Yan Ning realized that something was wrong. He paused and hesitated, wanting to say something to make amends.
"I see."
Lu Chen, on the other hand, seemed unaware. He moved his right index finger, spun the pen in a beautiful circle, and explained:
"I have a football game tonight. If I go back to change clothes, it might be too late and too troublesome, so I just came here wearing this."
That makes sense.
Yan Ning nodded subconsciously.
He wrote another option on the test paper, slowly raised his eyes, and said with a smile:
"Come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen you in casual clothes."
"White suits you very well. It looks great."
His words were meant as a compliment, but the dark eyes that looked at him were pure and sincere, without any offense, as if he was just making an objective statement.
Yan Ning was stunned.
Immediately, a small patch of bright red appeared on the base of the ear, and the sunlight made the person's back feel hot.
She looked away in a panic.
The word "thank you" came out subconsciously, and after a pause, he added the second "thank you".
She knew she had lost her composure and desperately needed something else to divert her attention.
So, without paying any attention to Lu Chen's reaction, she sorted out all the papers, notes, textbooks, pencil cases, and even used draft papers in front of her.
Wait until everything in front of you is clean and tidy.
Yan Ning's mood finally calmed down.
Then, start to reflect -
Was she making a big deal out of nothing? She'd cut the conversation short by simply offering a polite compliment. Was she overreacting?
She raised her eyes and stole a glance across at the opposite side.
Lu Chen continued writing on the test paper casually as if nothing had happened.
Yan Ning thought about it.
Probably the best way to forget the last conversation is to start the next one.
Her eyes fell on the several papers that were sorted out beside her.
Although she didn't write on it, the few questions that Teacher Zhao had outlined and written, plus the previous handwriting of the paper's owner, made it look a bit messy.
Yan Ning considered it for a moment and said:
"Which bookstore did you buy these papers? I'll buy new ones later and return them to you."
"You're talking about this."
As Lu Chen spoke, he put down his pen. Yan Ning then noticed that he had turned to the end of the entire set of papers, closed them, and flipped them over, revealing the cover.
With his good eyesight, Yan Ning could distinguish at a glance the inverted title of the book—
33 Simulation Sets of College Entrance Examination Physics by Famous Teachers
"I just picked it up when I passed by a bookstore a few years ago. I didn't pay much attention to the name of the store."
Lu Chen didn't seem to care much.
Yan Ning didn't know what to feel for a moment.
In the past few years, the college entrance examination simulation questions...
So how early did he buy this book, and how could he even have the ability to answer these questions?
Yan Ning looked up at the whiteboard, which was filled with densely packed, incomprehensible formulas, and recalled the terrifying speed at which he could finish a set of papers in half a day.
Can't help but sigh——
What's this……
The Self-cultivation of a True Academic God...
Perhaps because he saw the obvious surprise in her eyes, Lu Chen leaned forward, reached out, and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table.
"Don't think too much about it. I'm just interested in physics."
“That’s really amazing!”
Yan Ning answered directly and sincerely.
She feels from the bottom of her heart that people who can find fun in boring studies are amazing.
But after she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful and wondered if she was a little...exaggerating.
Lu Chen paused as he was putting the grapes into his mouth.
He smiled, "You're right."
A pair of black eyes looked over frankly, accepting the compliment.
Before Yan Ning knew how to react.
Lu Chen ate the grape and spoke again:
"Then again, you see, we're sitting across from each other at a table, so we're tablemates."
"Since we're all so familiar with each other, there's no need to worry about a few papers, right?"
After Lu Chen finished speaking, he pushed the plate slightly towards Yan Ning.
"It's very sweet and seedless. Deskmate, would you like some too?"
It turns out that he has such a personality.
Appropriate.
No matter what the other party's reaction is, he can accept it all.
He is very good at picking up the conversation and keeping the atmosphere lively.
No wonder, when I saw him occasionally before, he was always surrounded by so many friends.
So, it's amazing.
An hour or two ago, Yan Ning was surprised that he knew her name.
But now.
When he says "so familiar", it won't make people feel disgusted or offended.
On the contrary, there is a kind of feeling that only exists between familiar people...
A sense of peace of mind.
Yan Ning relaxed unconsciously.
She reached out and picked up a grape as well.
Perhaps there will never be such an opportunity again. After thinking about it, she explained what happened in school before.
"I didn't tell anyone about what happened in the office last time."
"I know."
Lu Chen's words were spoken too quickly and with such certainty that Yan Ning was startled. She paused as she retracted the grapes and subconsciously asked:
"How do you know?"
"Guess."
This person...
Yan Ning didn't know what to say next.
In the field of vision, the smile in the boy's eyes deepened.
"I read in a book before that people only need to meet once to subconsciously know each other's personality."
"So, the moment I saw you, I knew you would definitely help me keep the secret."
Although, the conclusion is correct.
But, it's so easy to be seen through.
Yan Ning had some subtle thoughts——
accurate?
She lowered her eyes and looked at the crystal clear grapes in her hand.
"I will also keep today's events a secret for you."
"Um?"
The other side seemed puzzled.
"The top scholar is so proud that he doesn't want anyone to know that he's secretly taking tutoring classes. I guessed it the moment I saw you."
Yan Ning raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite him.
She deliberately said the opposite of how he made her feel.
Want to see how he reacts.
Lu Chen's eyes widened slightly, and he said seriously:
"Ah, you actually guessed it right?"
It really looks like one's secrets have been exposed.
If Yan Ning met him for the first time today, he would probably be deceived.
He held the grape on his fingertips and turned it in a slight circle.
She was ready to watch his performance quietly.
As expected, he laughed again, "Let's keep the tutoring thing as a secret between the two of us."
"It's still a matter of reciprocity. I will also help you keep the secret."
"I don't need it."
Yan Ning smiled and said, "I am a hard-working player."
The person opposite was really a little surprised this time.
Then he burst out laughing.
Win back a game.
Yan Ning ate the grape, whose skin was already slightly warm, in one bite without hesitation.
The juice bursts between the lips and teeth.
It is indeed sweet.
At this time, the bedroom door opened.
Teacher Zhao came out and ended the conversation between the two, which was like an interlude.
-
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
Tutoring is over.
Grandma Cen hasn't woken up from her nap yet.
Yan Ning said goodbye to Grandpa Zhao and came out of Room 302 opposite. Lu Chen also followed her out.
The door is closed.
The light is dim in the evening.
The open space outside the door seemed a little small because of the tall boy next to it.
After spending an afternoon together, there were still a few papers given by Lu Chen in the notebook.
Yan Ning felt a little more familiar with him.
She looked up and was about to say, "Goodbye."
Just when they met, he lowered his head and looked over at me. "Tonight's game is at the stadium nearby. Do you want to come and watch?"
Yan Ning shook his head, "I can't go."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "My parents won't allow it."
"Is that so? Then wait for the next opportunity."
Although Lu Chen said so, Yan Ning didn't feel at all that the "next time" he mentioned would really exist in the foreseeable future.
As Lu Chen spoke, he walked down two steps.
Then he turned around and saw Yan Ning still standing on the platform, as if he had an epiphany:
"You live across the street."
But his tone was too firm. Yan Ning couldn't help but think of their encounter in the corridor on the first day of school. He had a feeling -
This person guessed it.
He knows the truth but pretends to be confused.
It was obviously intentional, but no one could find any evidence against him.
"Well, bye~"
Lu Chen smiled, waved his hand, and quickly walked down the stairs, completing the entire flight.
It seems that there was no response.
When he reached the platform, he stopped, put on the cross-body bag he was carrying, turned sideways, tilted his head, and looked at her.
Yan Ning pursed his lips.
Throwing down a sentence, "Goodbye!"
Then, he took two quick steps forward, letting the stairs hide his figure and block the man's sight.
There seemed to be another chuckle in the air.
Yan Ning took the key, quickly unlocked the door, went into the house, closed the door, and finally blocked out the sound of footsteps that were getting farther and farther away.
The light in the entrance hall was not on, and the view was dim.
The sounds of Lin Xinci cooking came from the kitchen.
Yan Ning listened to his rapid heartbeat and recalled the scene just now.
The setting sun depicts the young man's tall silhouette.
On the back of his jersey.
It was clearly written——
“5”.
She was almost certain—
he……
It must be intentional.
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