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Fang Ping stabbed Song Jia, Nunuzui, "Chen Chuan, the second place in the city in mathematics in the high school entrance examination." Song Jia watched Chen Chuan walk to the vacant seat and sit down in the eyes of everyone, and replied to Fang Ping casually: "I really can't see it." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Xiu Xiu is as angry as a girl." Song Jia turned around and said, "Maybe all good students look like this?" ”

Both of them burst out laughing. As soon as Chen Chuan entered the classroom, he saw Song Jia. He sat in the middle of the first row and had a good time talking to the boy next to him. The white T-shirt is eye-catching and good-looking, with handsome and profound facial features and an atmospheric appearance, not much like a southerner, but like a northern child. Later, Chen Chuan learned that Song Jia's father was a man from the Northeast, who came to the southwest when he was young and stayed for 20 years, and spoke Sichuan dialect more smoothly than the locals. But his descendants still stubbornly left the mark of northern Xinjiang, such as the erect nose bridge that is rarely seen by Chongqing children.

The first meeting left a deep impression on both of them. Song Jia felt that Chen Chuan really looked like a good student, completely worthy of his grades, and Chen Chuan looked at Song Jia giggling in the crowd without recognizing his life, and he was a good buddy with boys and girls, and couldn't help but be very envious, he had stage fright, and when he saw that Song Jia could talk to anyone, he felt that the other party was really powerful.

The teacher said a few words and then let the students chat on their own. With Song Jia's nonsense skills that are estimated to be able to get involved with aliens when he arrives on Mars, there are few people he doesn't know in the classroom without much effort. After talking to a few classmates around me for a while, I felt bored, and suddenly turned my attention to Chen Chuan, who had been quiet.

"Hey, your name is Chen Chuan?" Song Jia drove away the people around Chen Chuan, sat on the side, looked at the other party's somewhat unresponsive face and felt funny, and introduced himself generously: "My name is Song Jia." ”

"Ah, you, hello." Chen Chuan sweated whitely. He froze down, and suddenly remembered that his upper bunk seemed to be called Song Jia, so he tried to ask: "Do you live in room 302?" ”

"How do you know?" Song Jia reacted quickly and continued: "You are also from that dormitory?" ”

"Ah, I'm your bunk." Chen Chuan felt that he finally had a sense of accomplishment, and he smiled and said, "I will be roommates in the future." ”

"You're late because you're packing up your dorm?" Song Jia clapped his hands, "No wonder." ”

The sense of accomplishment that Chen Chuan had just emerged immediately shattered into pieces. He sighed in his heart, it is really incomparable to people, that is, someone can smell and know everything.

Song Jia didn't know that Chen Chuan was so depressed that he wanted to shrink into the corner, and he was very happy to say it alone. Until a boy in the front row turned back impatiently: "You talk a lot." ”

The smile on Song Jia's face was a little unbearable, and he felt that he had lost face in front of Chen Chuan, and his voice was full of anger: "Why are you not allowed to let people talk?" ”

"Are you Xianglin's sister-in-law or Tang Seng?" The other party was not polite at all, and said with a sneer: "I heard your voice alone, wah, wow, wow." ”

One sentence choked Song Jia half to death. He stood up suddenly: "You talk like that!?" ”

The man said slowly, "That's what I'm going to say." ”

Chen Chuan desperately ripped Song Jia down: "Forget it, the teacher is coming soon." ”

When he introduced himself, the man came to the podium, with a total of two sentences and four words: "Zhao Mo." Second. Then he turned and went back to his seat. Hang the head teacher aside, his face was pale and staggered for a long time.

Later, Fang Ping told Song Jia that Zhao Mo was considered a top in the second class, and his total score was not top, but considering this person's irretrievable math scores, "A very talented person in liberal arts." ”

Fang Ping's original words.

After hearing this, Chen Chuan almost wrote the worship on his face, and Song Jia felt uncomfortable in his heart for a while, so he scoffed: "How can there be such a god? Fang Ping raised a finger and shook it: "Zhao Mo's total score is five hundred and forty-seven points, and the school's admission score line is five hundred and thirty-six points." ”

"The total score is not as high as mine." Song Jia pouted.

"Well, it's because he only scored twenty-seven points in math."

Song Jia was drinking water when he heard a mouthful of water squirt out. "Really?!" His eyes widened at Fang Ping, "You're talking nonsense, right?" ”

Fang Ping spread out his hand, "If you don't believe me, I can't help it." ”

Song Jiaxin didn't believe it and didn't know, anyway, Chen Chuan believed it, and he had already listed Zhao Mo as one of the second objects that he had to learn. The first one is Song Jia.

"Chen Chuan, you talk in your dreams at night." Early in the morning, Song Jia complained to Chen Chuan, "Actually memorizing mathematical formulas and not letting people live?" ”

Chen Chuan looked ignorant. It took a while to react. "Memorizing math formulas?" He pointed at himself incredulously, "Impossible, right?" ”

One month into school. Song Jia's adaptability is obviously better than Li Xia originally thought. Breaking away from his mother's control, Song Jia is no different from the monkey who returns to the mountain, and the range of friends has extended from the same class to the grade, and he can be seen running around calling friends every day after class. However, his relationship with Zhao Mo is still as bad as ever. But in Chen Chuan's opinion, Zhao Mo didn't pay attention to him at all. Chen Chuan and Song Jia's relationship soon became close. Chen Chuan, who is "almost useless except studying", in Song Jia's opinion, needs a high school leader, and he told Chen Chuan with a big grin, "Just mess with me in the future." I didn't expect that Chen Chuan didn't understand what he meant at all, and thought it was a friendly expression between classmates.

It was a long time before Chen Chuan understood that Song Jia's sentence "follow me" was not so much friendly as the owner teasing the fearful pet, or the boss of the old boy educating the younger brother.

Master-slave relationship, up-down relationship. In short, it is not an equal relationship.

However, Zhao Mo saw this relationship very clearly, and said to Chen Chuan: "Biologically, animals will regard the first creature they see after birth as their mother," he paused with a smile, "People are also animals, advanced animals." ”

Chen Chuan went back and thought about it for a whole night before he understood. Feeling aggrieved and knowing that he couldn't reason with Zhao Mo, the god-man, don't talk about his stupid mouth, Song Jia could only be a man with his tail between his legs when he arrived at Zhao Mo.

"How could it be?!" Song Jia shouted all the way, and when he entered the classroom, he still looked painful, "From the first unit to the last unit, I was doing math papers in my dreams." ”

Chen Chuan grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and wanted to explain a few words, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he had to laugh silently.

Fang Ping came over from the back row and said with a smile: "Chen Chuan, no wonder you are so good at math, you are thinking about math problems in your dreams." ”

"I dreamed that the teacher in class memorized the formula and didn't do the question." Chen Chuan replied seriously.

The two of them fell for it.

Song Jia and Chen Chuan's dormitory life is still very harmonious except for the discordant factors at certain times (such as Chen Chuan talking and reciting formulas in his dreams). At half past six in the morning, Chen Chuan called Song Jia up, and every day was so good. So much so that much later, Song Jia was amazed by Chen Chuan's accurate concept of time: he never used an alarm clock or a watch, and mobile phones were still relatively luxurious at that time, so the students used a more popular PHS, which of course Chen Chuan could not have.

So this has become a rare place for Chen Chuan to be admired by Song Jia. Many years later, Song Jia asked by chance, Chen Chuan said nonchalantly that when he went to the town, he had to get up at six o'clock every day and walk for half an hour to reach the school. Later, you can't change the habit when you form it. Song Jia said that you called me at half past six, and there is still half an hour. Chen Chuan said that he was reading a book with a flashlight in the bed, and then estimated that the time was almost up and called you up.

There is a time period for the power supply of the school dormitory, for example, the wake-up bell at 6:40, the electric light will never turn on at 6:39. Chen Chuan has been sad about this for a long time, which means that he has one more item in his expenses: buying batteries.

There were originally six people in the same dormitory, but that year the school reform no longer made it mandatory to live on campus, and among the options of boarding and day school, students chose the latter more than the former, and the dormitory was unexpectedly much vacant. Chen Chuan and Song Jia both came to sign up after military training, so the roommates of the two were only each other.

For Chen Chuan, this is good news. Compared to the simple interpersonal relationships in the town, the high school students are undoubtedly dense word lists. By the way, Chen Chuan's English pronunciation was broken to the point that Song Jia felt miserable.

You can't require a rural student who uses Chinese characters to phonetize words to have a fluent BBC accent.

But for Song Jia, who loves to live in a crowd, this is obviously not a scene he wants to see. With no other choice, Chen Chuan became the only candidate for Song Jia to relieve his boredom.

"Chen Chuan, how are you going to spend Saturday?" After evening self-study, the two of them made hot water and on the way back to the dormitory, Song Jia suddenly asked.

"Huh? I want to go home. Chen Chuan laboriously changed the two kettles from his left hand to his right hand. He also held a few books in his right hand, and the process became even more thrilling.

"Can't you just put the kettle on the ground and change it?" Song Jia couldn't look at it. He only has one pot of his own, and he can easily carry it and leave, but Chen Chuan fills two pots of water every time.

"Didn't react." Chen Chuan smiled. He took the book back from under his armpit. "What are you doing when you go home?" Song Jia talked about the topic again, "You also went home last week, right?" You also came home last week. ”

"I'm busy at home." Chen Chuan said lightly, "I have to go back and help." ”

"yes, now they all say that the countryside is engaged in what kind of breeding and planting, and your family is too, right?" Song Jia remembered the huge farm and the orchard with no end in sight in the news broadcast, and said with envy: "It's so good, there are fruits to eat all year round." ”

Chen Chuan smiled dumbly. He didn't know how to explain to his classmates, who had never lived in the countryside at first glance, that there was only one Huaxi village in China. More villages are still clinging to their old way of life, surviving in a silent and stubborn manner. Dull, shabby, blind and ignorant. The much-talked-about changes in the city have arrived here, and only a breeze remains.