Ying Shao is a Girl

"Have you taken any medicine?"

Ying Junchu's eyes fell on the young man's neck again.

His expression was complicated.

"I've done it." The young man nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a beautiful arc.

"..."

"Chu Chu, it's getting late. I'm going to wake Qing Miao up."

She glanced at him indifferently.

"Um."

There was no wave in his deep and narrow eyes.

-

St. Tiran School.

Ying Junchu was not at school as usual. She only went to school occasionally when she was free.

The seat next to Ling Yiche was always reserved for her. The warm winter sun filled her desk, and the light brown desk was shining with a hint of warmth.

He would help her clean her desk every day, so it would be spotless every time Ying Jun came here for the first time.

It's more like a ritual.

Even though her seat was often empty, it still made him feel at ease.

After class, the boy was still immersed in his books. He kept solving math problems with a signature pen.

It was all homework assigned to him by Ying Junchu.

It’s impossible not to do it.

This is the simplest and crudest way, the question-sea tactic.

Because Ling Yiche's foundation is already very solid, he lacks problem-solving skills and knows little about problem-solving methods.

Only by answering a large number of questions can the problems he has be discovered quickly, and then Ying Junchu can give him targeted tutoring.

"Classmate Ling Yiche, someone is looking for you."

A classmate from the same class knocked on his desk.

"OK, thanks."

Then, he put down the pen in his hand and stood up from the stool.

Xiao Zhengyan lay on the balcony and watched, and a white line of clouds streaked across the blue sky in the distance.

There are no clouds in the sky, and the sky is clear and blue.

The glass is clear and the oranges are brilliant.

This is rare good weather in winter.

"Hey, Xiaoling, are you free this weekend?" Xiao Zhengyan jumped in front of him.

What a flexible little fat guy.

"I should be free, Zhengyan, are you okay?"

"Hehe..." Xiao Zhengyan smiled sheepishly.

"This weekend is my eighteenth birthday. My dad will hold a birthday party for me. You are my friend. I hope you can come, so I wanted to ask if you are free..."

"Okay, I will definitely go." Ling Yiche nodded, with a bright smile on his face.

"That's great! I'm so happy!"

"Okay, okay, class is about to begin. Xiaoling, please go back to the classroom quickly!"

"Yes." Ling Yiche turned around and walked towards the classroom.

"You must remember it!"

Xiao Zhengyan was afraid that he would forget, so he shouted again to his thin back.

"OK."

He has been so busy recently that he forgot about Xiao Zhengyan's birthday and felt very guilty.

Fortunately, Zhengyan reminded him right away, otherwise it would have been terrible.

-

"Concentrate, this question is wrong again."

Ying Junchu glanced at Ling Yiche indifferently, and calmly marked out a wrong question on his exercise book with a pen.

"..."

Ling Yiche quickly corrected the wrong question she had asked.

"The problem-solving speed is too slow and needs training."

Her brows were filled with indifference, and she calmly stated the facts.

"Oh, I see."

Then they each did their own thing.

Ling Yiche continued to study various required math questions, while Ying Junchu was working on the company's planning and design plans, reviewing various data, etc. on his laptop.

The air suddenly fell into silence again.

The only sound left was the rustling of the pen tip touching the paper and the slight sound of typing on the keyboard.

…

"This question is wrong again!" Ying Junchu sketched it out for him again with a signature pen.

She stopped for a drink of water and discovered his mistake.

Can I get some snacks?

"..."

Ling Yiche said nothing, silently calculated it again, and then corrected it.

"What happened today?" Ying Junchu couldn't help but ask, feeling that he was not in the right state.