The history of all evils, thinking of the history grades in high school, Zhao Lan had to hide his face, the score was simply sorry for her identity as a liberal arts student, and even more sorry for her class teacher who taught history, how many times, she was called into the teacher's office to drink tea, and she was faced with the serious teachings of the head teacher, and the words full of weight hated that Zhao Lan had to go to the college entrance examination instead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In everyone's academic career, there will always be three groups of people:

The first group, commonly known as good students, referred to as Xueba, is a group of people who shout at you every day to go crazy after class, and then your academic performance does not decline but increases, but your academic performance plummets.

The second group, commonly known as bad students, referred to as scumbags, is a group of people who are late for class all day long, sleep in class and play games after class, they say that taking you to play is to take you to play sincerely, and then on the grade ranking table, he will always be the "good brother" who gives you the bottom;

The third group, commonly known as middle school students, referred to as passerby A, is a group of ordinary students who seem to work very hard but are in the middle grade, they are characterized by listening carefully in class and taking notes, rote memorization is irregular, and they do not forget to seize the time to read knowledge after class, but their grades are mediocre and worrying.

Unfortunately, Zhao Lan is the third group of people, she likes literature, but she can't memorize ancient poems; She likes history, but she can't always remember the era and the characters, not to mention that it is quite difficult for her to raid the history of the Qing Dynasty in a week, that is, it is quite difficult to read a book in a week, so Zhao Lan can't be a scholar, can't get into "985" and "211", and can only barely read a second-rate undergraduate college.

Especially in front of Song Weinian, a super scholar, Zhao Lan is even more difficult to speak, I'm really embarrassed to say that she is a liberal arts student, as for the failure of the graduate school entrance examination and politics, she doesn't even dare to mention it, don't take out the things that are too embarrassing to gain sympathy, you always can't get sincere comfort in front of the strong, and the people who can resonate with you are people who have the same disease as you.

"For the sake of secrecy and responsibility for your safety, from now on you must move to my house until the day the plan is carried out, because I must take care of you, and I am responsible for your safety until you go, and after you are gone, you and the other you will be in your own hands."

Song Weinian's cold words obviously surprised Zhao Lande, I don't know if there is a problem with my understanding, Zhao Lande actually heard what she wanted to thank, and she also believed it in a ghostly way, the most important thing is that she has some kind of expectation, maybe this scholar in front of her can tutor her history.

"It's okay for you to say that, but we must keep a certain safe distance, and some sensitive states must be consciously avoided, such as when taking a shower, it is better for another person to stay in their own room, and wait for the other person to return to the room after washing before coming out."

"It's as if someone wants to see you, I'm in the lab most of the time, you can wash at any time, and no one is home anyway, but when I'm at home, you can't have any other state than sleep."

Song Weinian sat on the leather sofa, holding the mobile phone in his right hand, his fingers kept sliding the screen, flipping down the content and his eyes were fast, his pupils were normal black in most states, which made Zhao Lan suspect that the purple pupils he had seen were his hallucinations or some kind of illusion.

"In addition, I will pay the rent and utility bills for this week, as well as the equal sharing of all expenses, please calculate it before leaving, and Zhao Lan will have to pay you online."

Zhao Lan has never liked to take advantage, especially when it comes to economic contacts, she is even more sensitive, which may be related to her tutor when she was a child, since she was a child, her father told her that she should not owe anything to people, no matter how good a friend is, it is best not to have financial contacts, the most invincible thing in the world is favor and money.

But what she met was Song Weinian, a person who didn't care about anything and looked at everything very lightly, he was only particular about dressing decently, and what he ate was a very casual thing for him, but he was still more particular about inviting people to dinner.

"I can't care about such a small expense, you just have to control it, how is your cooking skill? I'm hungry, when can I eat? ”

Zhao Lan had to look at the man with delicate facial features in front of him like a stranger, he was usually always cold and ice-faced, but he also had a childlike cute and innocent side, at this time he was lying on his back on the sofa, one hand was clenched into a fist on his forehead, his eyes were closed, his slightly long eyelashes were covered under his eyelids, like two feather fans embedded in his handsome face, and the remnant sun of the afternoon shone obliquely on his clean white shirt through the floor-to-ceiling window, exuding the smell of sunshine.

"If there are enough ingredients in the refrigerator, you can cook in less than half an hour." In front of this super scholar, Zhao Lan finally has a skill to be proud of, the most important thing is that this can make her no longer worry about eating and living in vain.

Hearing her ask, Song Weinian suddenly opened his eyes and blinked, and quickly recalled in his mind what materials he had used in the past few days, and how much was left, so he closed his eyes again and replied, "It's enough." ”

Anyway, if you have anything in the refrigerator, you can do it, since Song Weinian will buy these dishes back, it means that they are all his favorite food, it will be much simpler, and Zhao Lande began to work in the kitchen.

Suddenly remembering that Zhao Lan had come over in a hurry today, and was worried that she didn't bring anything she needed, she sat up from the sofa at once, turned back to the direction of the kitchen and asked, "Do you have any other luggage that you need to bring?" I'll take you home and get it after dinner. ”

When Zhao Lan heard it, he really didn't bring out a lot of things, changing underwear, skin care products, toiletries and the like, he originally wanted to go home and get it after eating, but he didn't expect Song Weinian to bring it up first, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

After a while, a sumptuous dinner was delicately placed on the rotating dining table, Zhao Lan had to set up two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, looked up and prepared to call Song Weinian to eat, only to find that the huge living room was empty, why did the person who was lying on the sofa just now disappear all of a sudden? She glanced several times to make sure the man wasn't in the living room, and headed for his room.

The door was open, she knocked on the door to remind, the people in the house said "please come in", she poked her head in, it turned out that Song Weinian squatted on the ground and seriously spelled Gundam, although she didn't like to play these, but she knew that this kind of figure was generally expensive, once her uncle's bear child broke his father's colleague's daughter's AKGK3003 headphones, and was claimed the price of an Apple mobile phone.

She asked cautiously, "It turns out that you also like to collect these things, I only know that this kind of thing is not cheap, how are you assembling it?" Can I take a look? ”

Song Weinian didn't seem to hear her at all, and continued to quietly spell the things in his hand, Neymar's hairstyle, which was combed into three or seven points, was not a trace of messiness, neatly covering his low-hanging forehead, and the thick and black hair all exuded a youthful breath with the smell of hormones on his body, at least he was very healthy.

Zhao Lan saw that he didn't answer, but he didn't want to be distracted, so he automatically understood that he had received his acquiescence, and just as she raised one foot and was about to land, a scolding stopped her.

"Stop!" Song Weinian didn't raise his head when he said this, his eyes kept staring at the Gundam in his hand, and the surroundings were suddenly as silent as death, and after a long time, he raised his head and glanced at Zhao Lande, as if explaining what happened just now: "I told you to stop, because all my parts are scattered on the ground, and you stepped in so big that you either stepped on my things or injured your feet, okay, let's go out to eat." ”

At the same time as he stood up, a lifelike Gundam appeared on the ground, and before he had time to see how he put it together, Zhao Lan was stunned in surprise, and walked out of his room step by step.

Song Weinian seemed to be in a good mood, and the food seemed to suit his taste, and two people could eat the dishes on the same table, and after cleaning up the mess, they drove to Zhao Lande's house to pick up their luggage.

Beijing in April began to have a little soft warm breeze in the cold spring, Beijing's night is always busy, as if there is no intention to stop, Song Weinian drove quietly, the shadows flashed on both sides of the road and projected on his handsome face, Zhao Lande, who was sitting in the passenger seat, secretly glanced at his white side face from time to time with the corner of his eye, especially the thick sword eyebrows, which made her in a trance as if it was Song Chengxian himself who was driving.