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He opened the lid and saw translucent steamed dumplings with carrot and lamb meat, fried shrimp, and hot and sour cold noodles. They all looked delicious, but he couldn't eat any of them. Le Zhishi declined politely. "Senior, you can eat. I told my deskmate to bring me food."
Senior thought he was embarrassed and stuffed the fork into his hand. Le Zhishi had to say that he was allergic to many things in the food.
He didn't tell her about his allergens because Song Yu had repeatedly emphasized to him that he shouldn't tell others about his allergies, especially when his allergies were so serious that they could endanger his life.
"I see." Senior had to give up. "I saw it at your opening ceremony. It was so scary. Fortunately, nothing serious happened."
That's right. Fortunately, my brother was there. Le Zhishi responded in his heart.
At the end of the program, his senior sister still gave him an apple. Le Zhishi accepted it gratefully.
The evening self-study session would start in ten minutes. Most of the students in the classroom were already in their seats. Only the student on duty was still mopping the floor. Le Zhishi rushed back and sat beside Jiang Yufan, panting. "… I'm so tired."
Hu Xuan turned around. "Le, we heard your broadcast today!" She gave him a thumbs up. "Nice!"
Le Zhishi was happy at first, but then he lay down. "But I had a lot of problems today."
"Tsk, I couldn't tell at all."
A boy sitting in Group 3 interrupted with obvious sarcasm. "Who said I couldn't tell? I heard it all. Le Zhishi, don't tell me you think you can sing so well that you deliberately left the microphone on?"
Being stabbed in the face like this, Le Zhishi was a little confused. He was very popular and didn't have any conflicts with anyone. He didn't understand what was going on.
"Ignore Zhang Chen." Jiang Yufan rolled his eyes and explained to Le Zhishi, "He's crazy. The girl he likes likes you, so he's being sarcastic to you."
Le Zhishi asked, "The girl from Class 11?"
Jiang Yufan's expression was full of disdain. "Exactly. I don't know how Zhang Chen found out. This guy used to come to Class 11 every day. He was so attentive. In the end, the little goddess confessed to you. It would be strange if he wasn't angry. "
Unexpectedly, Le Zhishi turned to face Zhang Chen with a serious expression. "Why should I be angry?"
Zhang Chen's eyes widened. "You're asking me why …"
"Are you hurt?" Le Zhishi asked again.
He was really curious, and Zhang Chen was really speechless. Only Jiang Yufan was so happy that a flower bloomed.
Hu Xuan also helped Le Zhishi and said, "Zhang Chen, I can smell the lemon on you even though we're two groups apart. You're so sour."
Zhang Chen was flustered and exasperated. "Bullsh * t!"
The class monitor slammed the podium and threatened Zhang Chen with his eyes. Le Zhishi saw that Zhang Chen was so angry. He thought that he must really like that girl. Therefore, he wanted to find an opportunity to tell him that he wasn't with the girl he liked. He could still try again.
Besides, if this didn't work, he could always change to another girl.
Jiang Yufan also wanted to match the line, but he thought better of it. He turned to Le Zhishi and whispered, "Le, I didn't get the rice ball you were talking about. I rushed over after class, but the boss said that they didn't have it today. But I bought this for you. Dang dang dang dang! "He took out a box of self-heating rice from the drawer.
Le Zhishi was shocked, but he kept his voice low. "What's this …" He picked it up and looked at it. His face was full of doubt. "Won't I be kicked out by Miss Wang if I eat this?"
Jiang Yufan raised his index finger and shook it calmly. "Don't worry. According to a reliable source, Wang definitely won't come to the evening self-study session today. His car is no longer on campus, and he took the thermos from his office with him."
"But he said yesterday that he would talk about the test papers during the evening self-study session." Le Zhishi remembered clearly.
The bell for the evening self-study session rang. Hu Xuan also turned around and supported Jiang Yufan in a low voice. "It's true. Wang seems to have something important to do today. When I went to pick up my homework, he wasn't in the office. And look … "
She pointed to the podium. "The class monitor is already sitting there. Wang definitely won't come today."
"And I've already helped you bribe the class monitor. I told him to pretend that nothing happened later." Jiang Yufan raised his eyebrows. "How is it? Am I, your Brother Fan, still very reliable? "
"That's amazing." Le Zhishi gave him a thumbs up with both hands and turned to look at the packaging of the self-heating rice. "I haven't eaten this before."
"Neither have I. But it should be like a self-heating hot pot." Jiang Yufan shrugged. "Put some cold water in it, and it will heat up by itself."
"Amazing …" Le Zhishi read the packaging carefully. "I'll use the bathroom to eat it later."
"It's okay. They're all eating in the classroom."
Le Zhishi shook his head. "You can't eat in the classroom."
The two fiddled with the rice for a while and added water according to the packaging. Le Zhishi waited for his rice with a curious and expectant heart. It was fish-flavored shredded pork, so it shouldn't taste bad.
The bell for the evening self-study session rang. The class monitor, who was sitting at the podium, said, "Miss Wang has something to do tonight. She won't be coming."
There was a burst of cheers in the class. The wave of cheers was stopped by the class monitor. Everything was going according to plan. Le Zhishi was a little happier.
"I'm going out later. Let me have a bite." Jiang Yufan bumped his shoulder. "I want to try it."
Le Zhishi gestured OK. "No problem. We'll each have one …"
Before he could finish the last word, Le Zhishi completely choked. Because a person he would never have expected walked into their classroom.
A girl in the class exclaimed softly.
"Song Yu?"
"Wow, it's really Song Yu."
Jiang Yufan was also shocked. He slapped Le Zhishi's arm. "F * ck, why is your brother here?"
Song Yu didn't take anything. He walked up to the podium with a blank expression. The class monitor seemed to have known in advance. He got off the podium and returned to his seat to make room for him. Song Yu silently unbuttoned the sleeves of his school uniform and rolled up part of his sleeves.
Le Zhishi didn't know anything about this. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face. The surrounding students also looked at him with the mentality of watching a show. They were like audience members who had prepared their chairs for the show.
Standing on the podium, Song Yu raised his head and looked at the crowd. "Miss Wang has something to do and won't be here tonight. Since everyone is facing the problem of advancing to a higher school, she asked me to help share some of my experience in preparing for the middle school exam. "
These words were very official. Song Yu's expression and voice were cold enough. However, the junior girls below the podium were still excited.
Although the school had never held any kind of school hunk election, Song Yu's appearance made him the center of attention no matter where he went. In addition, he had the buff of being unapproachable and the halo of a top student. To be able to get close to him and help with the evening self-study was simply unimaginable.
A girl in the front row raised her head and asked Song Yu, "Senior, why did Miss Wang invite you here?"
Song Yu had a slight obsession with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder. He lowered his head and straightened the chalk box on the podium. He didn't even raise his head when he answered her question. He only said indifferently, "He used to be my form teacher."
"They were actually the same form teacher?"
"Wow … that's amazing."
"Then we're directly related!"
Le Zhishi also felt that it was incredible that they were actually the same form teacher. According to this, Wang Qian had taught Song Yu until he graduated from middle school and then came to teach their class.
That was also true. Every time their parents came forward, Aunt Rong would be in charge of him, and Uncle Song would be in charge of Song Yu. They didn't say anything, and Song Yu didn't say anything either. How would he know?
Song Yu went straight to the point. "The first class of the evening self-study session will focus on sharing. In the second class, everyone will do their own homework. If you need any questions, you can come to the podium to look for me."
Jiang Yufan coughed, hinting for Le Zhishi to lower his head and show him his phone from under the table. The phone screen showed that there was no form teacher in the class group. Almost all the students who secretly brought their phones had gathered in the group and were chatting in full swing.
[Is today the day that our class's attractiveness index is at the top?!]
[Song Yu is really handsome. No wonder he's a regular on the confession wall.]
[You girls are too infatuated. You only know how to look at handsome guys. I'm speechless.]
[What do you mean only know how to look at handsome guys? We girls are more interested in looking at beautiful girls than you guys are.]
[Le, I think you're still the most handsome. I support you.]
[There's going to be a good show.]
[Le, did you already know that he was coming?]
How is that possible?!
Jiang Yufan lowered his head and typed quickly.
[I can testify that Le really didn't know. We just thought that the class monitor was the one who was supervising the evening self-study session.]
New content quickly popped up on the interface.
[I'm so confused. Didn't he tell you that he was coming over?]
[Song Yu won't make things difficult for Le, right?]
[If you didn't do anything wrong, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?]
Le Zhishi didn't want to read anymore. When he raised his head, he happened to meet Song Yu's gaze. The way Song Yu stared at him was like a big cat. His eyes were cold and unfocused. He quickly lowered his head and put away the comic book and his sketchbook on the table into the drawer. He took out his teaching aid and pretended to study seriously.
Although the chat group was in full swing, the atmosphere in the class was very quiet. Song Yu picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard.
"There's less than a year until the middle school exams. The study plan for these two semesters is likely to change your ranking. So, first of all, you have to be clear about your goals and formulate a plan that suits your situation …"
As he spoke, a strange sound suddenly came from the class. It sounded like a small train. Many people heard it and turned their heads to look.
The sound was getting louder and louder.
The chalk stopped writing on the blackboard. Song Yu's hand stopped. However, he didn't turn around. It was as if he couldn't hear anything. He continued to write what he wanted to write.
The other students looked at the source of the sound. Yes, the source of the sound was Le Zhishi. To be more precise, it was the box of self-heating rice in Le Zhishi's desk drawer.
Jiang Yufan also turned his head and met Le Zhishi's eyes. He mouthed a silent "F * ck". Then, he wrote a sentence on the draft paper and pushed it in front of Le Zhishi.
[You can submit to the Social Death Group now …]
Not only that, the experience was in 4D. Steam wafted out of Le Zhishi's drawer and the aroma of shredded pork.
He wanted to eat secretly, but now, the whole class, including Song Yu, knew that he was cooking.
Le Zhishi gave up completely. In his mind, he imagined himself being chased out of the classroom and squatting in the corridor to eat.
He felt that he was a very experienced person now. He could go to Zhihu and answer the question "What is Social Death like?" anonymously.
Finally, ten long minutes passed. Song Yu turned around expressionlessly and put the half-used chalk on the table. "This is what I want to say next."
The sound of the self-heating rice started to sound like a deflated balloon. The sound became more and more listless. Le Zhishi's head was lowered to the table.
"The first part is to find your weakest link. You all know the bucket effect," Song Yu said as he left the podium as expected.
The students below the podium hurriedly put away their phones. The students at the front turned to look at Le Zhishi as if they were watching a drama unfold.
The person who was rumored to have bullied his younger brother came to teach the class. Coincidentally, he caught his younger brother eating in class. It would be unforgivable if he did not teach him a lesson.
"Systematically sorting out the wrong questions is an effective method. Making mistakes is not scary. Everyone makes mistakes. The scary thing is that many mistakes are repeated and will eventually cause you to lose marks. So what you should do is to reduce the frequency of the same mistake. "
As he spoke, he had already walked to Le Zhishi's side. His slender hand seemed to be supporting himself on the table.
He spoke steadily and logically, from sorting out the wrong questions to multiple-choice math questions techniques, such as the graph combination method, substitution method, and so on. However, Le Zhishi was like an ostrich. He could not hear anything other than the sound of his own heartbeat.
Song Yu seemed to be torturing him on purpose. He stood beside him and spoke without going anywhere.
"… This is the multiple-choice part. Now, use the question at hand to practice the multiple-choice question technique I just talked about. You have ten minutes. " After he finished speaking, Song Yu finally lowered his head and looked at Le Zhishi, who had been playing dead. He bent his knuckles and gently knocked on the table.
Le Zhishi raised his head pitifully. He looked like he knew he was wrong. He obediently took out the self-heating rice box that he had hidden in the drawer.
Song Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Does it smell good?"
Hearing this, the surrounding students couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"It's okay," Le Zhishi answered very honestly. He then added in a low voice, "It smells good."
Jiang Yufan was a loyal person. When he saw that Song Yu was in a difficult position, he immediately helped him explain, "Senior, I bought this. I bought it wrong. It's my fault. I can write a self-reflection. "
When he saw that Jiang Yufan wanted to take responsibility, Le Zhishi immediately said, "No, I wanted to eat it."
Zhang Chen did not mind the drama, "Senior, I can prove that Le Zhishi ate it. They had been secretly discussing for a long time. They wanted to eat self-heating rice during the evening self-study session. "
Jiang Yufan was angry, "Do you have the right to say that? It's like you have never eaten takeout during the evening self-study session. And he didn't plan to eat it in the classroom. "
The two of them argued. Song Yu's eyes swept across the laughing students. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to his punishment. Finally, he spoke expressionlessly.
"I'll take this opportunity to explain the principle of self-heating rice to everyone."
Zhang Chen's face was filled with disbelief. This was completely different from the way he had imagined he would be punished.
Song Yu did not care about the whispers of the surrounding students. He picked up the lunch box on the table, "Look here."
"There is a heating pack at the bottom of the self-heating rice box. It contains quicklime, sodium carbonate, an aluminum-magnesium mixture, and other chemicals. Quicklime, which is calcium oxide, reacts with water to form calcium hydroxide. At the same time, it releases a lot of heat. Sodium carbonate often plays an auxiliary role. Aluminum-Magnesium powder can also release heat through the oxidation reaction. So when we add water, the heating pack will work and automatically heat the food. "
He lowered his head and met Le Zhishi's surprised eyes. He continued, "However, this kind of self-heating fast food has the possibility of explosion. The freshness of the food is also not enough. I don't recommend that you eat it often."
After that, Song Yu put down the lunch box and pointed to the blackboard, "I've written the relevant reaction equations on the bottom right corner of the blackboard. Students who are interested can take a look."
Le Zhishi looked at the equations on the blackboard. It turned out that he already knew what was going on at that time and calmly wrote it down.
At first, everyone just thought it was funny and wanted to watch the show. They did not expect a social death to happen in chemistry class. They were a little confused. The amazing thing was that they had learned some of the reactions, but they had never connected it to life. It was a magical feeling.
"Combined with the example just now," Song Yu leaned on Le Zhishi's table and said, "everyone should never forget that calcium oxide reacts exothermically with water."
Everyone laughed in unison. However, Zhang Chen was obviously not satisfied. He raised his hand and had a sneaky expression on his face, "Senior, why is there a sound? It's too funny. "
He obviously wanted everyone's attention back to the sizzling sound of the self-heating rice.
Song Yu leaned on the table and did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at the other students, "You should have done chemistry experiments, right? Can anyone tell me which chemistry experiments you have done that produced a special sound? "
A girl whispered, "Sodium and water …"
Song Yu nodded to her affirmatively, "This is a classic example. Many chemical reactions produce sounds," he deliberately glanced at Zhang Chen, who deliberately asked the question just now, "There's nothing to be surprised about."
Zhang Chen's face quickly fell. He could clearly feel a hint of ridicule in the other person's cold tone.
"In addition to the reaction itself, the exothermic process also produces a lot of water vapor, and the collision will also produce a sound. This process involves a lot of reactions similar to a primary cell, which you have not learned so far. "
Song Yu lowered his head and glanced at him, "I believe … if Le Zhishi classmate knew the principle behind this from the beginning, he would not have chosen to heat the self-heating rice in a quiet environment."
Le Zhishi classmate.
This name sounded strange to Le Zhishi, but for some reason, it evoked a trace of joy.
Although Song Yu's expression was still cold, it did not have the intention of censuring him. Obviously, every sentence was to popularize chemistry knowledge, but anyone could hear the hidden meaning of exculpation.
Le Zhishi thought that now, at the bottom of his anonymous answer, he could update it with a real-time "I'm alive again!". No, he could even cancel his anonymity.
While he was in a daze, a broad palm fell on his head and rubbed his fluffy soft hair. It was very brief and very light. He did not react in time. He only felt the hand leave his head, but it left behind a sentence.
"If you don't eat it, it will be cold."
This head rubbing came so suddenly that the surrounding students were a little surprised.
The rumor that the relationship between the brothers was very bad was dispelled by Song Yu's extremely rare intimate contact.
Le Zhishi did not raise his head, "I'm going out to eat."
After he finished speaking, he took the lunch box and walked out a little absent-mindedly.
The bathroom was on the right side of the stairs, next to the toilet. Le Zhishi saw that no one was there, so he slipped in. The taste of the food was very ordinary. The rice was very hard, and the vegetables were a little too salty.
He was in a daze as he chewed. After swallowing, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head. He lowered his head and took another big bite.
He was so hungry that he did not feel hungry. After what happened just now, Le Zhishi did not have much of an appetite. He was thinking about Jiang Yufan saying that he wanted to try the food, so he did not leave after eating. However, the little Jiang Yufan had experienced too much and could not remember anything. He waited for five minutes, but he still did not come.
Song Yu was still in class. Le Zhishi did not want to waste too much time, so he cleaned up and went back to the classroom. When he reached the door, Song Yu was standing on the podium and talking about the revision plan for English. He stood at the door and called out softly, but did not directly enter.
Hearing the sound, Song Yu nodded at him and continued to talk as if nothing had happened.
Le Zhishi quietly returned to his seat and listened to the lecture with the other students. During the whole class, Song Yu, who did not bring any materials with him, only took ten minutes to sort out the context of the mind map. Then, he led everyone through it with a clear mind. The ease with which he handled it was even better than many of the teachers.
"Time is limited, so that's all for now." Song Yu stood sideways and looked down at his watch. The first night self-study period was about to end.
"Le Zhishi."
Hearing his name being called, Le Zhishi was stunned and quickly looked up at his brother.
Song Yu's chin pointed in the direction of the blackboard. "Wipe the blackboard."
Le Zhishi immediately nodded obediently. "Okay." Then he was about to stand up.
Growing up, Le Zhishi's biggest fear was that Song Yu would ignore him, especially after he did something wrong. However, if Song Yu scolded him or gave him some form of punishment, it meant that he was not angry.
When Song Yu was really angry, he would not speak.
They knew each other well enough.
"Don't wipe it." The girl who was taking notes looked up. She was not paying attention during the lecture and was now rushing to copy the blackboard. "I'm not done yet." The others chimed in. Le Zhishi was in a bit of a dilemma.
Song Yu glanced at them indifferently. "Since your phones can be used to chat, you should be able to take pictures too."
Everyone was stunned by this sentence, especially those who were gossiping and laughing in the group.
The bell rang and Song Yu left the classroom. Le Zhishi did as he was told and wiped the blackboard. Jiang Yufan was a loyal friend and took another blackboard eraser to accompany him. "Was the meal good?"
"It was okay." Le Zhishi looked at him. "I waited for you for five minutes, but you didn't come."
"So you were waiting for me. I was wondering why it took so long. I forgot about it. " Jiang Yufan rolled up his sleeves. "Zhang Chen, that idiot, even said that you were too embarrassed to come back. I'm so angry. You can't win her heart, so you take it out on someone else."
Le Zhishi waved his arms and wiped the blackboard vigorously. He did not care much about what others said when he was not there. "He's just addicted to his mouth for a day or two. If the person I like likes someone else, I definitely won't be happy. "The hand holding the eraser suddenly paused. Le Zhishi's eyes stopped on the few lines of equations in the corner.
This was the last unfinished task that Song Yu had given him to clear.
"Do you have your phone with you?" He turned to look at Jiang Yufan who was dusting.
"Yes, why?" Jiang Yufan took out his phone and handed it to him. "You only remembered to take pictures now? It's all gone."
Le Zhishi did not say anything. He used his phone to take a picture of the equations in the lower right corner.
"Thank you. Send this to me."
This made Le Zhishi a little depressed. But he did not say it out loud. If he said it out loud, it would make him seem a little childish. But in Song Yu's eyes, there was another explanation for this depression. For example, he could not accept the fact that he was almost killed by Song Yu.
So the two of them did not continue the conversation.
When he returned to school in the afternoon, the girls in his class surrounded him and attacked him out of curiosity. Le Zhishi also had a headache. He could only beat around the bush. He did not directly say that he lost his parents. He only said that his parents had a good relationship and the two families were close, so they were temporarily staying at his house. This was not considered a lie.
In fact, he did not think that losing his parents was a shameful thing. But if he said it out loud, everyone would definitely show sympathetic expressions. Le Zhishi could not get used to this.
He felt that he was quite happy and did not want to be a pitiful child in the eyes of others.
In addition to being curious about the composition of his family, Le Zhishi did not expect that a bigger problem would appear — Song Yu's suitors.
There were two teaching buildings in Peiya High School and Junior High School. There was a sky corridor between the two buildings, connecting the third floor of the two buildings. This was the only connection between the two buildings. Coincidentally, Song Yu and Le Zhishi's classes happened to be in these two buildings. In this way, it was very convenient to find people across different schools.
Many girls who pursued Song Yu did not get a response, so they came up with a roundabout way to save the country — plus Le Zhishi's Q · Q to get information from him. To put it nicely, they were asking for help. Some even went directly to Le Zhishi's class to block him. Most of them were seniors. Le Zhishi did not know how to deal with them.
The evening self-study session ended at 9: 30. Everyone was counting the seconds, waiting for the bell to ring, and ran out like a wisp of smoke. Le Zhishi was not in a hurry to leave. The evening self-study session in the high school ended at 9: 50. He slowly finished the questions, slowly packed his bag, and dawdled until he was the last in the class to leave.
He was basically like this every day.
When he walked to the sky corridor on the third floor, Le Zhishi hesitated again. He raised his head and looked at the lit classroom of Grade 12 (5) on the fifth floor of the teaching building opposite him. Time also dawdled. Le Zhishi sat in the corridor and read comics. At 9: 50, the bell rang, but there was no movement at the door of Class (5).
The rocket class of Grade 12 was really tough.
In the end, Le Zhishi rode home alone. Lin Rong simmered yam and pigeon soup. The room was full of the fresh fragrance. As soon as the door opened, the little Pomeranian ran to Le Zhishi's feet. Le Zhishi picked her up, "Cotton Candy, did you gain weight again? You're so heavy."
"Is it Le? You must be tired. " Lin Rong threw some rice cake slices into the pot. When the rice cake was cooked until it was soft and sticky, she filled a bowl for Le Zhishi. She also cut a red heart dragon fruit and put it in a small bowl.
Le Zhishi sat on the carpet and took the soup bowl from Lin Rong's hands. He asked casually, "Where's Uncle?"
"He went abroad for business. He probably won't be back until next week." Lin Rong touched his head, "He said he'll bring you a gift when he comes back."
Le Zhishi happily took a big gulp and almost scalded his tongue.
"Be careful." Lin Rong put the dragon fruit bowl next to him and went to the kitchen.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet, Le Zhishi ate the rice cake soup while watching a variety show. When he finished the big bowl, he heard the sound of the door opening. He immediately put down the bowl and lay on the sofa to look outside.
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