After that, the two of them didn't know why, but their eyes often met, sometimes unconsciously, and sometimes one party was looking at the other party.

In mathematics classes, Xie Meng was often called to do the blackboard to do the test. From the moment he stood up from his seat, Ji Qinyang's gaze seemed to stick to his back. Of course, it might be an illusion, because many people were looking at him, especially Zhang Ganggang's eyes were particularly enthusiastic, and the feeling of admiring the top students so much that they wanted to kneel down and lick... I don't even know when, the other party developed the habit of Xie Meng's teacher after finishing the question and the teacher said the correct word.

Every time Xie Meng would return to his seat awkwardly in the face of enthusiastic applause mixed with booing. At this time, if he went to see Ji Qinyang, the other party's eyes would most likely face him. The smile on his face was very deep, but his eyes were joking, and he was also applauding.

Zhang Ganggang clapped his hands and turned red, and he was very excited: "You have not been able to teach this type of Maitreya Buddha yet!"

Xie Meng said calmly: "I have a preview."

Zhang Ganggang blindly worshiped him a little exaggeratedly: "That's amazing too!"

Xie Meng glanced at him, opened the book and pointed to an example: "Do you see exactly the same thing? Just change the number and memorize the process."

Zhang Ganggang looked carefully and found that it was indeed the same.

"You will do it even if you memorize it." Xie Meng said these words as easy as talking about what to eat today. He patted Zhang Ganggang's arm with encouragement: "Next time you go up and try it. I will applaud you if you do it right."

Maitreya Buddha taught mathematics very well, and he was humorous enough. When he talked about geometry, he even brought an ant toy on his body, just like teaching children, but in fact, the only one among his students who looked like children was Ji Qinyang.

Only Ji Qinyang would ask him like a joke, teacher, why do ants crawl into cubes? Is there sugar on it? When talking about algebra, only he would think that ab should be equal to ab.

Maitreya was so angry that he wanted to swear words, but he couldn't do anything about Ji Qinyang. Although the boy was not motivated and did not abide by the rules, he did not skip classes or fights. The rare thing was that he would not sleep in class. He could not even find a reason to not study seriously.

"You should work harder." Maitreya Buddha patiently said: "Follow Xie Meng to learn, pre-class pre-study, and review after-study."

It was evening self-study at that time, and the students and the teachers were talking one-on-one in front of the podium, while Ji Qinyang's voice was lazy.

"I have it." He smiled and said, "But without this talent, I don't have the skills."

Xie Meng heard it subconsciously and looked up. Ji Qinyang also happened to see it. He squeezed at Xie Meng. Suddenly, his lips were pulled down and his tongue was pressed against the person's back, rolling his eyes and making a gorilla expression. Xie Meng laughed out loud.

"..." Zhang Ganggang looked at him inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

Xie Meng coughed and calmly said, "It's okay, I'm choking."

Zhang Ganggang looked like "You must be lying to me, but I will forgive you." He talked to Xie Mengnian all morning about netizens he had just met, and he was so happy: "I'll tell you, soft, super cute and gentle, she can write poetry and prose too well..."

Xie Meng looked towards the podium while listening. Ji Qinyang had already looked away and continued to yell with Maitreya Buddha lazily, as if nothing had happened from beginning to end.

A few days before the midterm exam, Ji Qinyang even made an appointment with Qi Fei to play basketball. The two played with the senior group for a long time, and were finally put down during the intermission.

Qi Fei was the boy who asked Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng that day: "I heard that I was in the second year of high school, are you interested?"

Ji Qinyang lay on the ground, resting his head on his arms, and said carelessly: "It's boring to make a small fuss."

"That's not necessarily." Qi Fei laughed: "It seems that the lead singer is Yin Luoxue."

When Ji Qinyang heard Yin Luoxue's name, he was stunned: "Why did she join in the fun?"

Qi Fei spread his hands: "How can I know this? He is chasing his husband for thousands of miles... When did you break up?"

Ji Qinyang snorted, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but the smile was not in his eyes, and he said coldly: "I have nothing to do with her, it's her business for her if she likes to play."

Qi Fei tsk a few times: "I am deeply in love with you. I heard that you have come to W and chased you. During the military training, I saw her and my eyes were so beautiful that I could stick to your face."

Ji Qinyang refused to say that the temperature in November became much colder. He lay down for a while and sat up and put on his coat. When he turned around, he found Qi Fei was copying the paper.

"When did you get so serious?" Ji Qinyang quipped, and he leaned over and looked: "Who did you copy?"

Qi Fei: "Thank you, Meng."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows, and he was a little surprised: "When did you become so familiar with him?"

"What's the matter familiar?" Qi Fei said without hesitation: "I'll give it to him if you ask him. He's pretty good."

Ji Qinyang's expression became subtle. He suddenly reached out to snatch Xie Meng's paper, regardless of Qi Fei's cry behind him.

Xie Meng's handwriting was as clean and neat as he fitted his identity. It was not very beautiful, but it was also more neat than most boys. Ji Qinyang looked at it for a while and lost interest. He threw the paper back to Qi Fei before putting on his coat.

"How long will you have to copy?" Ji Qinyang kicked the other party's knee: "Let's go."

"What should we eat?" Qi Fei slowly packed the papers: "Mutton?"

Ji Qinyang shook his head: "I promised my mother to go home and eat."

"Sister Fairy cooks today?" Qi Fei asked.

Ji Qinyang glanced at him: "Who told you to call me so much?"

"Oh, what's wrong with the fairy sister? Last time she went to dance with a dance machine, she was even called by a freshman. I don't think you are angry either."

Ji Qinyang didn't say anything. He reached out and pressed Qi Fei's head, with a warning sign in his strength.

Xie Mengjing reminded him that the phone in his jacket was shaking, which showed three big words Zhang Gang Gang.

"Where are you?" Zhang Ganggang's voice sounded quite anxious: "I've hit you several times!"

"..." Xie Meng sighed: "What happened."

Zhang Ganggang: "I don't know much about the simulation paper I sent before... Rourou is not here recently, where is your paper?"

Xie Meng: "My one is for Qi Fei."

Zhang Ganggang screamed, "What are you doing for him? What's the relationship between us? Why don't you keep it for me?"

Xie Meng touched his nose and finally said, "How about you come to me and I will teach you in person."

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Ganggang said: "Give me the address, I'll come here right away!"

Xie Meng: "No. OO, XX Road, Room 2, Third Floor."

Zhang Ganggang muttered: "Third Floor...2..." He paused, and his tone suddenly became cautious: "Isn't this a very famous martial arts center in the city...?"

"Yes." Xie Meng's tone was gentle and plain: "I'm in Sanda. Remember not to run wrong when I come."

Zhang Ganggang: "..."

When Ji Qinyang returned home, Ji Shanrong was sitting in the living room reading newspapers. When he saw his son, he didn't look up and said, "He's back."

Ji Qinyang nodded, Mo Suyuan came out of the kitchen and held a big pot in her hand: "Go and wash your hands quickly." The mother urged: "Your father brought the crabs back and eat two more today."

Ji Qinyang's love for crabs was average. He washed his hands and sat down next to the table, fiddling with the crab legs indifferently. Ji Shanrong rarely came back. He was a geologist. He investigated all over the world every day and had a much greater love for stone than his concern for his son.

Mo Suyuan dismantled the crabs for the two of them, and chatted with her son in a mess.

"Is the school fun?" Ji Qinyang didn't seem to feel nervous when he went to high school. She would always ask if it was fun. It seemed that her son was going to play, not to study.

Ji Shanrong piled up the crab roe, dipped it in vinegar and ginger and handed it to his wife's mouth, and told her to "slowly, hot" to watch her wife eat happily.

"..." Ji Qinyang was shown with a look of affection without any warning and muttered: "Dogs also need to be cared for..."

"What are you talking about?" Mo Suyuan smiled and pointed Ji Qinyang's head, and asked again: "Is the school fun?"

Ji Qinyang bit the crab legs and said perfunctorily: "It's okay... it's quite interesting."

Mo Suyuan: "Is there any good-looking girls?"

Ji Qinyang said vaguely: "...I didn't pay attention."

Mo Suyuan: "Where is that boy?"

Ji Qinyang paused, and Xie Meng's face suddenly flashed through his mind, and he frowned slightly.

Mo Suyuan blinked and she smiled: "So rare? Is it as good as you?"

Ji Qinyang glanced at his mother. He looked at his father. Ji Shanrong was still slowly dismantling the crab legs. The father and son looked at each other. The old man pretended to cough: "What do you care about other boys?"

Mo Suyuan smiled and acted coquettishly: "Are you jealous?"

Ji Shanrong had no choice but to say that this woman who was still a little girl at the age of age, and answered helplessly: "Yes, yes." She scooped the crab meat into her wife's bowl.

"Make more friends." Mo Suyuan finally rubbed her son's fluffy hair: "It's time to go to school, just have fun."

Zhang Ganggang stood outside the dojo holding Bao Zhan tremblingly. Xie Meng greeted him and then ended. The boy's figure obviously looked very slender, but when he was fighting with others, he was full of tenacity. Xie Meng pushed his palms and his sleeves floated out of the curves of water.

He had thirty or forty moves with his master before he stopped the momentum, and walked out of the field while wiping his sweat.

"Where is the test paper?" Xie Meng stared at Zhang Ganggang's bag: "Where can't do it?"

Zhang Ganggang then realized what he was here for and hurriedly took out the paper from his bag.

Xie Meng casually hung the towel around his neck, held the paper in one hand and took out a pen to modify it. Zhang Ganggang looked at him from the side. The boy's bangs were a little longer, hanging on his forehead with moisture.

"Take this in directly, ask for peace after opening the square..." Xie Meng paused for a while, his eyes fell on Zhang Ganggang's face, and sighed: "Are you listening?"

Zhang Ganggang: "...you are so handsome."

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Ganggang: "When did you start learning Sanda?"

Xie Meng: "I was in poor health when I was a child, so my grandmother sent me to learn... This geometry problem..."

"That's go, don't worry, don't worry." Zhang Ganggang's focus has completely deviated: "Is it useful to learn this? Fighting and self-defense..."

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Ganggang: "Heroes save the beauty?"

Xie Meng looked at him speechlessly.

"When you see the injustice on the road, you will draw your sword to help?" Zhang Ganggang put on a hero's look.

Xie Meng finally couldn't help it: "I just learned Sanda and didn't become Superman or Spider-Man. What are you thinking?"
To be continued...