She still had the black pen in her hand.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Meng Qingguang's eyes fell on the pen, thought for a while, and asked, "Is there a topic to discuss?" ”

It is true that for the two top students, discussing difficult problems is probably the only thing that can intersect between them.

Lan Shuying thought for a moment and nodded seriously.

She really has a headache with math.,If the male protagonist can help.,It's great.。

She can also take the opportunity to contact him to observe the person's character.

In Du Xianjun's incident, Meng Qingguang knew how to avoid suspicion after dating Feng Wanwan, and after the jade pendant was taken away, Meng Qingguang seemed to be willing to help, but Lan Shuying couldn't help but be a little suspicious of him:

After all, he was Feng Wanwan's boyfriend, and if he really wanted to help with all his heart, he could have done more.

Assuming that he didn't try his best to help Du Xianjun, what would it be for?

Is it because of his own mentality, or because of some agreement with Feng Wanwan?

The answers to these questions are related to whether she will add Meng Qingguang to the list of retaliation.

Meng Qingguang followed her into the classroom, always separated by a person.

When he walks, his back will be very straight, but he habitually hangs his head slightly, hides his eyes under the bottom of the broken Liu sea, and does not easily look at others, which is one of the manifestations of a lack of security and self-confidence.

Lan Shuying found a math workbook and took out the problems that bothered her the most and asked him for advice.

Meng Qingguang looked at it, and her eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.

He subconsciously looked at Lan Shuying's calm face, the light shone on this white and beautiful face, Du Xianjun's skin was not bad, and Qing Shui Hibiscus looked inconspicuous at first glance, and the more he tasted it, the more exquisite he felt.

Of course, Meng Qingguang didn't care about beauty.

He wondered if the topics seemed too simple for them.

Especially the third question, a similar question type appeared in the last monthly exam paper, which can be said to be deliberately added by the teacher to increase the difficulty. His math test paper was overtaken by Du Xianjun because he didn't solve the problem.

Afterwards, he also heard the teacher say that Du Xianjun, who was only one class in the school, got that question right.

It's only been a little over a week, and she won't do it?

He almost felt that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him, but it didn't look like it.

"What's wrong?" Lan Shuying asked.

Meng Qingguang twisted his eyebrows to meet her black and white clear eyes, the other party was so calm, he was embarrassed to pick out the slightest suspicion, so he silently took the pen and calculated quickly on the scratch paper.

"Okay, take a look."

He didn't deliberately slow down the calculus because she couldn't do it, let alone explain the steps in detail, he just finished the problem at his pace, and then sighed comfortably, woke up like from a dream, and quickly pushed the scratch paper to her.

"Ahem, if you don't understand something, I'll tell you." Meng Qingguang lowered her eyes and said embarrassedly.

During the time that Lan Shuying was looking at that question, he quickly calculated the other questions.

The pale yellow manuscript paper is divided into several tofu blocks, and it is obviously scratch paper without a grid, but he writes meticulously, and every line is neatly like a printed textbook.

This person has obsessive-compulsive disorder, Lan Shuying thought silently.

In fact, one or two can be seen from Meng Qingguang's dress:

The shirt must be tucked into the pants of the school uniform, and the rows of folds are evenly distributed;

The school emblem must be stuck in the middle of the pocket and be impartial;

The hat of the coat should be neatly arranged, and the drawstrings on both sides should be almost the same length;

The nails are clean, and at first glance, the edges of each nail are curly the same;

……

And the most terrifying point: Meng Qingguang's requirements for the accuracy of time are outrageous, he always steps into the school gate on the hour, eats the same breakfast every day, and walks to the door of the classroom just to eat the last bite.

For example, just now, why is Du Xianjun so sensitive to nine o'clock in the evening?

It was because Meng Qingguang passed by this corridor at 9:01 every day.

"How's that, can you see it?" Meng Qingguang asked in a low voice.

Before saying this, he glanced at the wall clock, revealing imperceptible restlessness.

Lan Shuying understood.

This is because her consultation broke the time node of the other party's observance.

When familiar things change, especially the time he cares about, Meng Qingguang will be at a loss, eager to return to the rhythm he is used to.

She said sincerely: "I see, thank you." ”

The other party immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "What about ......?" ”

Lan Shuying pursed her lips and smiled, and began to clean up the things on the table, "They said that tonight is Christmas Eve, give yourself a holiday, and go home." ”

Meng Qingguang hesitated for a few seconds, and it wasn't until she picked up her schoolbag that she said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "Shall I send you back......?" ”

Lan Shuying was a little flattered: "Then what's embarrassing?" It's so late, don't delay your time. ”

"No, there was no delay." Hearing her refusal, Meng Qingguang became firm.

Walking out of the teaching building, the two walked side by side under the dim street lamp, most of the campus was shrouded in darkness, and the north wind whined, making people panic.

Only then did he add slowly: "It's not very far." ”

Poof, Lan Shuying was amused by the long reflex arc of the young man.

He is telling the truth.

Meng Qingguang shares a house with other students near the school, while Du Xianjun's parents run a small restaurant near the school.

If you look north from the bedroom on the second floor of the restaurant, you can see Meng Qingguang's window as soon as you look up, only two or three hundred meters in between. This once made Du Xianjun feel very happy.

The road was quiet.

Meng Qingguang hardly walked with people, he didn't realize the matter of finding a topic at all, he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't help but speed up his steps, and wanted to return home as soon as possible, only the narrow single room and stacks of workbooks could bring him a sense of security.

Lan Shuying just came here today and didn't want to talk to a teenage hairy child.

She tightened her scarf in the cold wind, covering the bottom half of her face, and was rightfully silent.

The small restaurant has long since closed.

The lights were broken in a few places, so that when you look at this street corner, you can only see the word lone restaurant, and half of the word restaurant is missing.

"Just send it here, thank you so much for today." Lan Shuying offered to say goodbye.

Meng Qingguang hurriedly left.

The back looks like it's deserted.

Lan Shuying thought faintly: This kind of Meng Qingguang is really different from the cold and sullen businessman in the later stage of the plot.

"Du Xianjun! Where have you been, what are you going to do when you come back so late?! ”

A stout figure crossed her waist in front of her.

Lan Shuying lowered her eyes and glanced at it.

Du Xianjun's body has developed rapidly, and he is already close to 1.7 meters tall, looking at this person can be said to be looking down.

This is Du Xianjun's biological mother, Ms. Tao Guilian.

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