The car drove steadily on the forest path. The driver looked straight ahead and drove seriously. The people in the back seat kept their fingers on the back of the other's hand.

With a "gulp", Yan Han swallowed his saliva.

Maybe the sound of swallowing was too loud, so the strange atmosphere just disappeared. Yan Han asked him: "What do you feel?"

It has been a long time. Although it has not been specifically measured, it should be about one minute?

Lin Jianlu finally pulled his fist slightly out, Yan Han took back his hand very tactfully and asked him: "How was it?"

Lin Jianlu said: "One minute and eighteen seconds."

Yan Han: "Uh... can you accept that I touch you for such a long time?"

"Yes."

"Without any psychological resistance?"

"Yeah."

"!"

...Wait a minute, why do I feel excited when I touch Lin Jianlu for a longer time, as if I have gained extra points for the pentathlon achievement!

But one minute and eighteen seconds is indeed a long time, and I should be able to do everything within the normal range of interaction.

God knows that sometimes he would feel uncomfortable sitting at the same table with Lin Jianlu, because he was afraid of accidentally touching each other.

It's okay now.

However, Yan Han still had one thing unclear: "So you can only touch me for such a long time now?"

"No, there are a few others." Lin Jianlu looked at him with dark eyes, "They are very good friends, but they are not in this school."

"Oh."

Yan Han responded, thinking that it seemed that he was not special.

Lin Jianlu should have just touched him in a moment of desperation and then changed.

Thinking of this, Yan Han put his heart back in his stomach and told himself not to think too much.

The two of them leaned back on the chairs to rest for the rest of the journey, and no one spoke.

Yan Han didn't sleep much last night and had just done some intense exercise. He was exhausted. Considering that only half a day had passed and he still had plenty of time to study, he simply leaned back in his chair and took a nap in the second half.

Unfortunately, the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere didn't last long. As happy as Yan Han was when he beat people, he became more ferocious after arriving at the school hospital.

The first thing he encountered was a scolding from Li Hongqing.

Of course, with Lin Jianlu around, it was not convenient for Teacher Li to swear.

But this didn't prevent Yan Han from being beaten to a pulp by the other party.

"Some people think they are very capable. You are a girl, fighting with criminals? Are you going to die or what?"

Li Hongqing now looks like an old doctor with a kind heart. Although he is nagging and his attitude is not very good, his expression is not abrupt. He looks like a doctor who is angry with a disobedient patient. Especially

this patient is not the first time to do this.

Yan Han reviewed himself with a amiable face at first and admitted that he was impulsive.

But later, in the voice of Li Hongqing who was still chattering, he could only continue to maintain a amiable face and warn him with his eyes - that's enough.

"..."

Li Hongqing shut up obediently, sprayed some medicine for bruises on Yan Han, and prescribed some oral medicine, and reminded him: "You may have been a little tired of using force on this hand recently. It will be fine in two days. Don't force it and rest well."

"Okay, thank you, teacher." Yan Han smiled at him.

They stayed in the school hospital for some time, and when they returned to the teaching building with Lin Jianlu, their classmates had already returned.

Such a big thing happened, and the class teacher was temporarily called to a meeting. Now the class monitor organized the self-study.

The originally quiet class burst into unprecedented discussions the moment the two of them appeared!

"They are back!"

"Oh my god, the heroes of our class are back!"

Wen Juerong and other students in the back row even shouted slogans directly: "Brother Yan, Brother Lin, you are the best!"

Yan Han and Lin Jianlu walked into the classroom with confused faces. At that time, they didn't know that they would be the protagonists of the headlines of major sections tomorrow.

The class monitor sitting on the podium in front was not busy organizing discipline, but stood up and greeted them, wanting to give them a hug.

- What else can better express friendship and condolences than a hug after a disaster?

It's a pity that Yan Han was afraid that if he hugged, it would expose the fact that he had no breasts, so he cruelly avoided it.

And Lin Jianlu... Well, all the students in the school knew that Lin Jianlu didn't like to be touched, let alone hugged.

The monitor, who was about to hug someone, could only hug himself and cry, while asking with concern: "You guys are finally back. How was your visit to the hospital? Are you okay?"

"... I'm fine, just a little bruise." Yan Han replied.

After wiping off the dirt on his body with a wet rag and tidying himself up in the school hospital, Yan Han became as radiant as usual. He

was also as indifferent as usual.

He went straight back to his seat to study.

As for Lin Jianlu, he didn't have any expression to begin with. He took out a school uniform jacket from the storage room, buttoned it up neatly, and pinned a small badge with the two words "Discipline" on his chest. When he entered the classroom again, everyone's discussions were significantly quieter.

The monitor who sat back on the podium had to take up the responsibility, "Ahem. Let's study on our own, everyone, don't make any noise."

The class returned to the quiet state in front. It must be said that Class 14 is much better than Class 17 in this respect. Although there are still people talking in a low voice, it will not interrupt the learning train of thought of other students.

Yan Han, who did not waste time, had already taken out his notebook to do the questions again, and then he realized sadly what Li Hongqing meant by "Don't force yourself".

- His right hand could not hold the pen.

It hurts if you bend your finger joints hard.

And forcing the pen to heal will only make the injury heal slower.

Yan Han is stupid.

It was obvious that he couldn't calculate directly with his brain like Lin Jianlu did. He couldn't do the questions without a pen!

Standing there with a pen in his hand, Yan Han heard Lin Jianlu ask him, "What's wrong?"

Yan Han cried, "My hand... doesn't have the strength to hold the pen."

"..." Lin Jianlu: "Then take a break first, or you can just ask for a leave."

"No thanks." Yan Han felt that he would be even more depressed if he had nothing to do in his dormitory. He barely held the pen without bending his fingers and worked hard to calculate the questions. After getting used to it, he found that he could still write, but it was a little ugly.

But it's good to be able to write. Today is Friday, and he probably has a lot of homework. He doesn't want to not do his homework because of this little injury to his finger, and he doesn't want to waste the good self-study time on Saturday and Sunday.

There was no problem with the exercises. The only problem was that it was a bit troublesome to mark the phonetic symbols and Chinese characters on the English text.

The English text was densely packed. If he wanted to avoid affecting the reading experience, the phonetic symbols and annotations had to be small, and the handwriting had to be decent, otherwise he wouldn't even want to read it.

But he couldn't do that in his current state.

What was even more tragic was that he hadn't started looking up the dictionary for the new text he was going to memorize today, and there wasn't a single word on it!

Yan Han, who also didn't want to slow down his progress because of his injury, started preparing for a new English text after finishing one paper.

It didn't matter that his right hand couldn't write delicately, he still had his left hand.

Anyway, you can copy foreign words by imitation. Yan Han flipped through the thick and large dictionary, using his right hand and left hand to mark the notes of various words in the English book.

...It's okay to cry ugly. After memorizing this text, I will quickly turn it over, and I don't need to look at it carefully when reviewing it.

He comforted himself in this way.

After working for a while, Yan Han suddenly felt a finger touching him. He instinctively turned his head and heard Lin Jianlu say, "What do you want to write? Or I can help you write it."

"No, just do your thing."

"It's okay, I'm not busy."

Lin Jianlu closed the "extracurricular book" on his desk, which was not sure what kind of profound book it was. The bell for the end of class rang at this time, and he could talk openly. He directly took the book that Yan Han had read to the point of being broken and looked at the contents.

"What words do you need to look up? Read them to me after you look them up, and I'll help you write them down."

"Uh, but don't you dislike taking notes?" Yan Han was a little embarrassed. To be honest, they had been deskmates for almost a week, and except for doing some homework that would definitely be checked, he had hardly seen Lin Jianlu pick up a pen.

Maybe he really doesn't like to hold a pen. Lin Jianlu is even "rougher" than him. Not only does he not have a pen bag, he only has one pen!

Most people prepare a red pen when they correct wrong questions, or some people are used to using pencils to calculate questions, and some people like Wen Juerong love all kinds of pens. The pens in their pen bags are often colorful, but Lin Jianlu has only a very ordinary black carbon pen on his desk.

Now the other party picked up the pen and answered his question: "I found it interesting to see you taking notes, so I suddenly wanted to try it."

Yan Han: "???"

"Let's get started."

"Ah..." Yan Han began to look up words in the dictionary that he didn't know or couldn't pronounce correctly. After looking them up, if they were words he couldn't read or were difficult to pronounce, he would ask Lin Jianlu to mark them for him. He would also make some detailed annotations next to unfamiliar words or words with multiple meanings.

Because Lin Jianlu didn't write often, Yan Han had never paid attention to how the other party wrote.

So when he saw a string of fluent running script and English cursive small characters on his book, Yan Han swallowed his saliva again.

The black signature pen seemed to become a typewriter under Lin Jianlu's pen. Every word he wrote was very standard, and every string of letters was extremely beautiful. At first glance, it was hard to believe that this was written by a person holding a pen out of thin air!

Lin Jianlu finished writing another string of annotations and turned his head to look at Yan Han, but Yan Han was stunned at this moment and even forgot to look up the dictionary.

He barely came back to his senses, and in order not to delay Lin Jianlu's time, he kept flipping through the dictionary and hurried to look up the next word.

Lin Jianlu was very patient and didn't rush him. After the two of them looked up a few words together, he suddenly said, "Since you want to learn foreign languages ​​by memorizing the text, instead of deepening your impression in the process of looking up words, why do you have to look up words in the dictionary yourself?"

"This..." Yan Han was a little confused by the question and tried to explain, "Because there is no other way?"

Yes, that's right. In fact, there are courses on explaining words and grammar in the videos of the Xueba Live Broadcasting System, but the videos are too slow, and waiting to watch the words explained in the videos is a waste of time.

What's more, his basics are weak, and there are many words that the teacher in the video thinks there is no need to explain specifically, but he doesn't know them yet, so he can only look them up by himself.

Mobile phones are not allowed in the class, and he couldn't spend money to buy an electronic dictionary. Besides, Yan Han is used to looking up words in the dictionary, and he is very fast. He has always used this method.

After understanding the situation, Lin Jianlu nodded and said, "How about this. If you don't know a word, I can help you first. If you are not sure, look it up in the dictionary."

"This..." Yan Han's eyes widened, and suddenly he thought this was a good idea?

And the fact proved that Lin Jianlu, who almost scored full marks in English at the beginning of the class, was obviously not defeated by these lessons that he had not learned yet.

He translated the entire text smoothly, and taught Yan Han pronunciation step by step. His efficiency was so high that Yan Han felt as if he had hired a one-on-one English teacher.

...No, this is simply an AI smart dictionary!

You don't even have to type in words!

The eldest brother's eyes lit up instantly. After the two of them finished translating a text, Yan Han deliberately acted a little "shy" and jokingly asked Lin Jianlu: "If I ask you to be a tutor, how much would it cost per hour, no, how much would it cost per text?"

"Ordinary people can't hire me." Lin Jianlu looked at him, and then said, "You don't have to pay."

"Huh?" Yan Han was confused again.

"Aren't we friends?" Lin Jianlu raised the corner of his lips slightly, "And we're deskmates, so of course we have to help each other."