Chapter 17 What kind of child's temper is played

September is quietly approaching, and soon, the time for the Math League has arrived.

The exam was the first and second test, and that weekend, Xu didn't go home because he had to prepare for the exam, and Lin Wanwan was also busy with the club's affairs.

I wander around the school when I have nothing to do, and sometimes I see a little couple holding hands, because Director Xin is not there, walking wildly around the playground again and again.

There are also teenagers sweating on the basketball court, the placket of the school uniform swinging in the sun with every shot and jump.

There are also serious and hard-working college entrance examination students in the library, and students who sit by the window with headphones and sleep in the sun.

I never realized that we were so close, so close to growing up.

There is a small garden at the back of the school, where everyone likes to go to read books, brush up on questions, or take a walk, which is very quiet.

I wore headphones and went to the library to borrow a book, wanting to read quietly here for a while, but I inadvertently looked up and saw the promise.

He was sitting on the stone steps, bowing his head and brushing the questions seriously, and a few little girls next to him looked at him from time to time and whispered.

I usually see him wearing a school uniform, but this is the first time I have seen him wearing a white shirt.

The neat neckline is slightly open to reveal the looming collarbone, and the shirt cuffs are rolled up just in the middle of the arms.

Blue sky and white clouds, sunshine and green shade, he is like a teenager who came out of a comic book, quiet as a painting.

I was tempted to go over and talk to him, but because of the recent change of table, we hadn't spoken in a long time.

I just looked at him from a distance, and the little girls next to me seemed to want to talk to him, eager to try.

A little girl with bangs was pushed and shoved in front of Xu by several other girls, and I subconsciously took off my headphones.

"That's... Can I sit here, classmate? The girl looked at the promise expectantly.

Xu Promise didn't raise his head, and his voice was cold, "Whatever." ”

The girl turned her head to look at the math test questions in Xu Promise's hand, and was a little surprised: "This is the content of the second year of high school, right, are you a senior?" ”

"I'm a freshman in high school." The tone of the promise was visibly impatient.

"Then why are you watching the content of the sophomore year of high school, you are so amazing!" The girl cast adoring glances at Promise.

Xu Yu took a deep breath and patiently said, "Classmate, are you okay?" ”

"No," the girl seemed to have some grievances in her eyes, "I just want to get to know you." ”

After the girl finished speaking, several of her classmates rushed up, all wanting to know Xu Promise.

"Classmate, why don't we exchange QQ?"

"No, if you want to exchange, you have to exchange with me first!"

Several girls were chattering around him, and Promise's face became more and more heavy.

Looking at such a scene, I finally couldn't bear it.

I walked over with it and coughed lightly: "Classmate, I'm sorry, this is my place." ”

Xu Promise looked up and saw that it was me, and there was some surprise in his eyes, and then he turned calm.

"You know?" The girls looked at me with terrible eyes that almost swallowed me.

"Hmm." I nodded and gave them a charming smile.

The girls looked at the promise and did not deny it, and they all left in discouragement.

I sat next to Promise and was met with the jealous eyes of many girls around me.

I didn't ignore them or talk to the promises, I opened my book and continued to read.

Xu Yu glanced sideways at me, as if he had been brewing for a long time, before he said lightly: "Who let you sit here?" ”

"Hey!" I was also a little angry, "It's not that you don't like to be disturbed when you are brushing questions, I sit here and confiscate your protection money!" ”

Xu Nuo paused for a moment and said, "How much protection money." ”

"A sandwich and milk tea!" I didn't lift my head back.

"Okay." I promised not to speak anymore and continued to bury my head in the questions, and I put on my headphones and continued to read my book.

I find the atmosphere between us a little weird.

However, the sun was just the right temperature that day, there was a gust of breeze, cool and comfortable, I thought, the best in summer, not necessarily watermelon ice cream, wind, greenery, sunshine, is also good. Everything seems to be in time.

On Sunday, promising to go to the league, Lin Wanwan and I went to the Meet the Bubble Tea Shop at the back entrance of the school.

The bubble tea shop is opened by a sweet-looking young lady and a milky little brother, the interior of the store is warm and cute, and the prices are also affordable, and many students will drink milk tea here every weekend.

"You two haven't reconciled yet?" Lin Wanwan asked me.

"I don't know...", I don't know why, and I didn't quarrel, but I just thought the atmosphere of the promise was weird.

There is also a wall of whispering sticky notes, which are full of colorful post-it notes, secrets that you usually dare not tell others, your own wishes and dreams, and the names of the people you like.

As usual, I held a light cup of tea milk lid to see if there were any new post-it notes on the wall.

In that corner covered with post-it notes, in the blink of an eye, I saw a familiar handwriting.

I don't like math.

It's a promise! The milk tea in my hand was almost shaken out by me, and I got closer, it was really him.

It turned out that the promise would also come here to write post-it notes. And if you write with your left hand, you shouldn't want to be known by others.

But why did he write this?

He is so good at math and participates in the math league, why don't he say he doesn't like math?

As soon as I came on Monday, before I entered the classroom, I heard the rumors outside, the questions in this exam were particularly difficult, and promised that he did not do well in the exam without An Yu, and he didn't pass a try, and said that this city is indeed not as good as the provincial school bully.

I wanted to ask for the promise in person, but I couldn't help it thinking about the delicate relationship between the two days.

However, looking at the lonely figure on the seat, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

An Qi next to him looked at him and kept making him happy, but he didn't laugh.

He has been preparing for this league for so long, although he usually looks indifferent, but I know that he actually cares very much in his heart.

I walked into the classroom and deliberately walked around the seat next to him, I felt the low pressure around me, but I couldn't help but stop.

"Early." I thought about it for a long time, and I actually held back this sentence.

"Early." Promise replied lightly.

I was about to say something, but the old man of the math teacher had already come in, and I hurried back to my place.

"Congratulations to our An Yu this time, I passed the test, promise my classmates, keep up the good work, this time the test questions are really difficult, after all, you are only a freshman in high school, and you will have a chance next year."

The old man is really, as soon as he came to say this, I muttered secretly, glancing at the promise with my spare eyes, he was a little distracted.

In the afternoon class, Xu didn't seem to listen much, and when the class was about to end, the old man wrote a math problem on the blackboard, "There is still some time, let's do a difficult problem." He pointed to the blackboard, "Which student would like to come out and give it a try?" ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to the promise, because usually no matter how difficult the problem, he can solve it, every time he is always the first to stand up, and then he can quickly write the correct answer,

This time, however, he was indifferent.

"I'll come."

The originally quiet air was suddenly broken by a dull voice.