He Sui was different from other students. He was not doing math tests. Instead, he was as relaxed as an old man drinking tea and chatting downstairs in a residential building.
Ever since he sat down in the chair, his attention was entirely on her.
In his eyes, others are just like small radishes.
He watched her take the test paper to the front and put it on the podium, watched her look around, not knowing what she was looking at, watched her smile so naive and cute, and then she walked back step by step wearing his school uniform jacket.
The clothes didn't fit her well, and they were almost reaching her knees. Her gait was so wobbly that she looked like a little penguin.
Her nose and cheeks were red, and I didn't know if it was because of the cold or because she was shy.
He Sui sat lazily, leaning against the wall. His arms felt a little cold after being pressed against the wall for a long time.
But he doesn't care.
He casually spread out the math test paper on the table, only writing his class and name.
The dragon-like and phoenix-like thin gold body script is powerful and flowing like clouds and running water. Just like him, it is bold and full of wildness.
One look at it and one can't help but want to praise it: the handwriting reflects the writer.
The draft paper placed aside was clean and he didn't seem to have any intention of making a draft.
It is worth mentioning that He Sui used the same draft paper that Cong Nian placed on the table.
He pulled out a wrinkled one and left the smooth one for her.
It wasn't that I took her draft paper intentionally to bully her.
In fact, with He Sui's mental arithmetic ability, he doesn't need any draft paper at all.
He had already taught himself advanced mathematics at the graduate level. As long as he took a look at these high school math problems, the solution process would automatically appear in his mind.
Even if he participated in a high school math competition, as long as he wrote seriously and didn't slack off, he could easily get full marks.
It’s just that He Sui doesn’t like the feeling of being the center of attention.
I don't want to be called a genius.
He had this experience before, which lasted for many years and became a nightmare that haunted him in his dreams at midnight.
The glaring spotlights, the crowded crowds, the noisy sounds...
He was not born for the stage.
When he was at the He family in Beijing, because of the strict teaching of Mr. He and his own extraordinary talent, he had a very high level of comprehension.
In his eyes, any difficult problem can be easily solved.
He is recognized as the best child in the entire Beijing circle.
Everyone knows that the He family in the capital has such an outstanding person who is admired by everyone at such a young age.
However, what followed was not the affirmation of the media or the support of family, but alienation, accusations and ruthless ridicule.
It was his cold back when he was waiting to be praised by Mr. He as bright as a star.
It seemed that anyone could hit him with words in front of him.
And he was like a robot that could only fake a smile and couldn't even show a cold face.
In the capital, he is just a qualified heir, not He Sui himself.
There are always people who would make a fuss about his face which is more charming than girls, and shout at the top of their lungs to become his “girlfriend fans” or “wife fans”.
His quiet and boring life was turned into a chaotic mess like a fan circle.
It’s sickening to think about.
He Sui hates that kind of life.
After returning from the capital, he did the opposite and became a bad boy that everyone feared.
Drinking, escorting cars, fighting... He would do whatever crazy things he could think of.
Standing alone at the highest point, looking down at everyone.
Many people are unhappy with him, but they can do nothing about it and can only swallow their anger silently.
He also thought that he would continue to be crazy like this and no one would stop him.
Until the pure white light that he had buried deep in his heart reappeared before him.
The heart that had been dead for a long time came alive.
From then on, he had a new goal, to follow the light and protect the light.
I swear to follow her till death and never give up.
He Sui looked at the little girl's chubby pink profile. He often pinched the soft flesh on her cheeks, and it felt particularly good.
He narrowed his fox eyes at the sight.
He solved math problems as fluently as if he was reciting a text he had memorized by heart.
Many people envied him, but he ignored them.
Only when the little girl gave him an envious look, would he curl his lips and move closer to her, saying in a ruffian tone:
"Call me brother, and I'll teach you how to write this question."
Often the little girl would blush and call "brother" in a soft and sweet voice.
He felt his heart melt and everything was worth it.
He would write a draft, all for her.
Whenever the little girl started frowning and biting the tip of her pen because of a certain question, He Suibian would start writing down some key steps on the draft paper.
And he wouldn't let her see it directly.
The little girl also has her own backbone.
He pretended to be stuck on the topic as well, and drew circles with a little effort to attract her attention.
This method has been proven to be effective.
He Sui looked at her with relish, as if he had seen something interesting.
Cong Nian felt a little embarrassed being stared at, so she turned her head and gave him a shy smile.
Two small dimples were sunken, revealing a few white teeth.
The little canine teeth flashed in front of He Sui's eyes.
The narrow fox eyes narrowed again, and the tip of his tongue licked his back teeth hard before he suppressed the urge to kiss her.
Tsk, she did it on purpose.
Deliberately tempting him.
But the little girl was completely unaware of this, and was still smiling foolishly, with her eyes as pure as a pool of clear water.
"Hey, the sleeves are a bit long. Are you cold?"
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