Chapter 145: Provocation is boring
"He was in the room and seemed to say something happened." Zhu Yingning explained.
"How come there's something wrong again? What could happen to him every day?" Sun Mingyuan almost blurted out, "Could it be that he's in that place?" Fortunately, he remembered that there were two ladies present just before he blurted out.
He was planning to go in and look for him, but just as he reached the door of Xu Sirui's bedroom, the other party opened the door and walked out, almost bumping into him head-on. Fortunately, Sun Mingyuan was flexible enough, twisted his waist, and avoided it in a funny posture.
"Wow! You scared me! How come you came out without making a sound?" Sun Mingyuan finished complaining. He looked up and was startled by the sweat on Xu Sirui's face. "What's wrong with you?" he asked in a low voice. "Why do you look so weak? Are you really doing that?"
Xu Sirui was in no mood to joke. He pushed him aside and walked outside. He sat down in his seat and told Zhu Yingning that they could start now that everyone was present.
She also noticed the sweat on his forehead and wanted to ask him what was wrong, but there were so many people present. She knew that he was a proud person and would definitely not show weakness in front of so many people, so she could only swallow her concern, nodded, and asked the others to take out the corresponding exercise books.
She began to explain the skills of solving problems. Since there were many people who learned well this time, after explaining her own method, she also encouraged others to boldly propose their own problem-solving methods and choose the most efficient solution from them.
She spoke slowly and steadily when she explained the questions, which should have been pleasant to the ears. However, Xu Sirui ignored her and found it difficult to concentrate on the exercise book.
Before the cram session began, his phone, which he had left in his bedroom, rang. He went in to check and saw it was a multimedia message. He thought it was just another spam ad and was about to delete it when he saw it was from Feng Da—another photo of Xu Zhengkang and the mother and son walking together, this time as the three of them were about to enter a restaurant for dinner.
Xu Sirui cursed inwardly, perhaps guessing Feng Da was trying to mess with his mentality. Unlike a straight-forward person like Zheng Zekai, this kind of person's bullying was subtle and indirect, like a rat in the gutter, unable to bear to see those they envied enjoying a good life, and always popping up to disgust them for no reason when the opportunity arose. He marveled at how foolish he had been to befriend Feng Da, knowing his true nature, but at the same time, he had to admit that Feng Da had indeed succeeded in disgusting him.
From the moment he saw the photo, he felt like vomiting. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold his phone steadily. He even suspected that he had Parkinson's disease, and that it was triggered passively when he saw Xu Zhengkang.
You are so useless, Xu Sirui. Who are you afraid of?
When he blocked Feng Da's number, he almost wanted to laugh, mostly at himself. He threw his phone under the bed, and just then, Sun Mingyuan's loud voice rang out from outside the door: "What's going on again? What could possibly happen to him every day?"
He walked over to open the door. After the door was opened, he felt the dazzling sunlight outside. He was dizzy for a while, and his blurred vision focused on Sun Mingyuan's face.
Sun Mingyuan seemed to say something. He felt that he heard it clearly, but also seemed not to hear it clearly. He pushed him away and walked towards the living room. He heard himself open his lips and say something to Zhu Yingning. This sentence should be his muscle instinct, because after he finished speaking, he still didn't know what he said.
Her voice sounded two or three meters in front of him. She was talking about formulas, and it took him a long time to realize that she was talking about physics formulas.
It took a lot of effort to concentrate when doing the questions.
After an hour of dizziness, Xu Sirui felt that he had almost adjusted himself. However, during the break, Zhu Yingning came over and asked quietly, "Xu Sirui, are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." He looked at her round, black eyes so close to him, like two longan seeds.
There was a worry glint in the longan core. She stood up and said, "Let me pour you a glass of warm water."
She walked towards the kitchen, and her movements seemed to pull a strand of his soul. He just felt a little better when his heart bounced twice deep in his stomach, trying to jump back into his chest. Then he saw Zhang Jiacheng stand up and follow her, saying to Zhu Yingning, "Do you want to boil some water? I'll help you."
His heart sank again in an instant, perhaps because it had fallen too hard. His stomach suddenly ached for no apparent reason and he felt like vomiting again.
Xu Sirui frowned and covered his stomach, trying to adjust his breathing so that it wouldn't sound so heavy.
"Hmm..." Sun Mingyuan rubbed his chin, staring at the backs of Zhang Jiacheng and Zhu Yingning, and muttered, "Something's wrong... Don't you think it's very wrong, Xu Sirui? What's the point of helping with boiling water? Isn't it just putting the kettle on the base and turning on the switch to start heating? It takes less than a second, right? What's there to help with?"
As he spoke, he stared at her and used his hands to pull Xu Sirui, "Hey, hey, did you see that?"
I was having fun for a long time before I realized that Xu Sirui hadn't responded. I turned around and saw that he was looking down at the study book.
"Fuck, what's wrong with you? You piece of shit!" Sun Mingyuan lowered his voice and cursed in his ear, trying to wake him up. "Can't you have a sense of crisis?"
Unexpectedly, Xu Sirui glanced at him with a sidelong glance, his pupils dark and his eyes indifferent, and asked in return: "Why should I feel a sense of crisis?"
Sun Mingyuan was stunned by his question and was about to yell, "Why are you pretending in front of me? Do you think I can't see that you like her?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw Zhu Yingning coming towards him with a glass of water, so he could only keep it to himself for the time being.
The water cup was placed in front of Xu Sirui. Her hands were very steady, and the water surface didn't even ripple. He stared at the glass of water, wanting to refuse and say "I don't want to drink it", but when he raised his eyes, he met Zhang Jiacheng's gaze.
It's hard to explain what that glance meant. It was just a very brief exchange of glances, so brief that it didn't lend any deeper meaning. It was just a look.
But he changed his mind after a brief eye contact, stretched out his fingers to hold the water cup, tilted his head back and drank the water in one gulp.
He drank so quickly that the corners of his mouth were wet after he put down the cup. He turned to Zhu Yingning and said calmly, "Give me a piece of paper."
"Oh..." She was indeed closer to the tissue, and upon hearing that, she reached out and pulled a tissue for him.
She handed it to him, but he didn't take it. He just leaned down slightly towards her.
He had just drunk some water, and his lips, moistened with the water, were a vibrant red. Against his pale cheeks and thick, dark eyes, the red seemed redder, the whites whiter, the blacks blacker, a breathtaking beauty. But no one would find this scene ambiguous, the atmosphere so eerie and awful. She froze in place, clutching the tissue, for several seconds before reaching out and frantically wiping his wet lips.
Only then did Xu Sirui slowly sit up straight.
Even the usually eloquent Sun Mingyuan was a little stumped. He looked at this and that for a long time before finally uttering, "Uh... well... uh, time is money, and money can't buy time. Let's get some rest and start studying, shall we?"
"...Okay, okay." Wu Bo agreed in a low voice.
With everyone's joint efforts, the atmosphere was finally restored a little.
Zhu Yingning returned to the whiteboard to continue explaining the problems she hadn't finished before the break. She sorted them out one by one for the others, and after explaining five problems in a row, she realized she was still holding the same crumpled tissue in her hand. The tissue had long been crumpled, but she could still vaguely feel the dampness on it, a cool, icy touch.
She looked at Xu Sirui, who was working on the questions lazily, holding a pen in his right hand and supporting his chin with his left hand.
What is he thinking about?
If she could get into Xu Sirui's mind, she would find that he was not thinking about anything.
The provocation did not make him feel any joy of a winner. Instead, he felt extremely bored.
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