TMISIU- chapter 16

Although he drew a pie for himself to catch Lan Zhan, and had a free guidance from his military adviser Zhou Lusi, Wei Ying was still very confused.

Zhou Lusi said when chasing someone who was too cold and difficult to deal with, he shouldn’t be impulsive and write a love letter.

Eight out of ten he would be ruthlessly rejected and there was a high probability that they would no longer be able to appear within three meters of him.

Wei Ying imagined that if he told Lan Zhan directly that he liked him, Lan Zhan might make him a missing person in Gusu High School.

He couldn’t help but shudder.

Zhou Lusi said, chasing an ice cube, he had to moisten things silently and gradually melt him with a constant temperature, brush his presence in front of him every day, and gave him a little care every day.

Over time, boiled the frog in warm water, no, boil ice cubes, he would not be used to the sudden disappearance of this concern, and would gradually accept and rely on this affection.

But Zhou Lusi only gave him the theory, and the practical methods given were too difficult for him.

He really had no money to buy a glass of milk or milk tea every day for Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan certainly didn’t like it either.

In physical education class, Wei Ying was looking for benches for self-study, and he unintentionally listened to the chats of a few girls gossiping.

“My boyfriend? He also sends me a WeChat voice message every night before going to bed.”

“Hey, I guess it’s nothing but baby, I love you over and over again.”

“It’s not so cringy! My boyfriend reads a bedtime story to me every day, okay.”

“Hey, it’s a thousand and one nights, your boyfriend is quite good at it.”

Wei Ying passed by quietly.

In the evening, during the rest time before the evening self-study, Nei Huaisang rushed back to the classroom, sweating after playing basketball.

He was drinking a few mouthfuls of cold water when he saw Wei Ying lying on the desk writing and drawing. His two arms were tightly guarded as if hiding something.

Nei Huaisang quietly approached and coughed.

The voice was the same as the grade director.

Wei Ying was shocked. The pen he was holding almost made a long mark. He quickly turned the piece of paper on the table, raised his head and glared at Nei Huaisang before cursing, “Are you sick?”

Nei Huaisang was not upset. He felt that Wei Ying was a bit more angry and willful than when he first came.

He spoke solemnly with his hands behind his back: “This classmate, what did you secretly write just now? Which girl did you write a love letter to? Give it to me!”

He naturally didn’t think Wei Ying was writing a love letter, he was just joking, but as soon as his voice stopped, he saw Lan Zhan who was coming in through the back door glanced at him.

Nei Huaisang who was feeling quite hot, suddenly felt as cold as drinking Sprite.

Wei Ying saw Lan Zhan come in and hurriedly stuffed the reversed paper into the drawer.

He watched Lan Zhan holding a pile of papers in his hand.

Wei Ying propped his head with one hand, and blocked the drawer with the other, and said with a guilty smile: “You have to do so many papers?”

However, the pile of papers was thrown onto his desk in the next second, and Lan Zhan dropped a few cold words: “Finish it before the end of the month.”

Wei Ying looked at the pile of blank papers covering various subjects in shock, wanting to die.

“Who gave it to me?!” He opened his eyes and looked at Lan Zhan.

“Your head teacher.” Lan Zhan glanced at Wei Ying’s drawer and replied indifferently.

Witnessing the human tragedy, Nei Huaisang touched his chin and wondered: “When did auntie Shen become so ruthless? Asking Ying ge to finish so many papers in a week, isn’t this destroying the cabbage?”

As a result, Lan Zhan glanced coldly at him again, and Nei Huaisang groaned in his heart and shut up.

Wei Ying was still struggling to death: “Where do I have time to do so many papers?!”

He tilted his head to look at Lan Zhan, drooping the eyelashes, pretending to be pitiful to win Lan Zhan’s sympathy.

However, Lan Zhan didn’t even lift his eyelids, and instead replied mercilessly: “I think you are quite free.”

“I’m very busy, okay?” Wei Ying retorted.

But the rebuttal was invalid. Wei Ying was still aggrieved and accepted the pile of papers, and he scolded Shen Xiao Hai for a hundred times in his heart.

At this time Shen Xiao Hai was drinking tea in the office.

With his legs up, he listened to the old Yu Zixun, the head teacher of Class 2 next door, nagging his students who didn’t do homework. He sneezed and said to the boys leisurely:

“Do you know that Lan Zhan, who is the first in grade, is actively studying? He just took the initiative to ask teachers of various subjects for papers to practice. You guys are still delaying homework here, are you embarrassed?”

Those boys showed shame on their faces.

Wei Ying accepted his fate to do the practice papers and he didn’t even bother to sneak a glance at Lan Zhan on the side.

Finally he finished a physics paper.

When Lan Zhan was out of class, he quickly took out the contents in the drawer and lowered his head to draw.

When Lan Zhan stepped into the door, he naturally blocked it with the paper, then poked Lan Zhan who had sat down with a gel pen. He took out the physics paper he had just done and pointed to a question:

“Tablemate, enlighten me, how to do this question?”

The papers Shen Xiao Hai gave him were very difficult so Wei Ying couldn’t do many of the questions.

“Can’t do it.” Lan Zhan said coldly without looking at it.

Wei Ying was taken aback. If it were others who said they couldn’t do it, Wei Ying would believe them.

However it was Lan Zhan who said he couldn’t do it, he must be fooling him.

What made Lan Zhan angry again?

Wei Ying couldn’t figure it out.

Wei Ying failed to pry Lan Zhan’s mouth open until the next night of self-study. It seemed that he was quite angry.

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Because Jiang Cheng didn’t want to see his father, Jiang Fengmian, he had been living in Lan Zhan’s house for a month.

In fact, to him, Gu’s family was his second home, and he was even more casual here than at grandparents’ home.

He was eating fruit while writing homework. When looking for notes, he found that he had forgotten to bring back an English exercise book.

He took the homework he was doing, got up and walked to Lan Zhan’s room, intending to ask about the question.

Jiang Cheng raised his hand and knocked on the door. He was very aware of Lan Zhan’s personal space. If he didn’t knock on the door and went in directly, Lan Zhan would definitely be angry.

“Come in.”

Jiang Cheng just opened the door and walked in.

Lan Zhan was not doing homeworks. He had probably finished doing it at school. He was sitting on the chair, reading an English novel.

“Zhan ge, borrow an English exercise book.”

“In the bag, take it yourself.” Lan Zhan didn’t look up.

Jiang Cheng flipped through Lan Zhan’s bag, and when he took out the exercise book, he found a folded piece of paper.

He curiously picked it up and opened it, and found that there was a four-frame cartoon in it.

“Who drew this cartoon for you?” Jiang Cheng asked while reading it.

He hadn’t looked carefully, he had looked at it just a for moment when the paper in his hand was snatched by Lan Zhan who got up suddenly.

Lan Zhan only lowered his head and glanced at it before folding it up, his expression didn’t change at all.

Jiang Cheng knew that many girls in the school liked Lan Zhan, so he jokingly said, “It’s a girl who secretly stuffed it again? Should I throw it for you?”

In fact, he was just a little curious about what was drawn inside.

“No.” Lan Zhan lowered his head and clipped the piece of paper into the English novel he had just read, and then put the novel on the corner of the table.

Jiang Cheng didn’t insist. He spread out the homework he brought on the table and said: “I can’t do some questions. Zhan ge, teach me.”

Lan Zhan frowned slightly, paused for a while and replied, “Okay.”

Jiang Cheng moved the chair as usual and sat down next to Lan Zhan to listen to his lecture, but he soon realized that Lan Zhan seemed a little absent-minded.

When he was thinking about the calculation process, he saw that Lan Zhan occasionally glanced at the English novel.

In Jiang Cheng’s memory, Lan Zhan never indulged in the same thing. When they were young, they often watched cartoons together.

Sometimes when seeing a wonderful place and Gu Yihan came over to ask them to eat the meals, Lan Zhan always got up and left quickly while Jiang Cheng always had to delay it for a while.

It seemed that this novel was indeed very interesting. Otherwise, why would Lan Zhan still think about it when tutoring him?

After finishing the topic, Jiang Cheng left wittily.

Before leaving, he said very thoughtfully: “Zhan ge, don’t read the novel until too late, it hurts your eyes.”

Lan Zhan gave a hum and closed the door after Jiang Cheng went out. He walked back to the chair and sat down.

He opened the English novel, took out the folded paper, and opened it to look carefully.

On the paper was a simple four-frame comic drawn with black pens, with neat and simple lines, and Chapter 1 was written in the upper left corner, which was obviously a series.

The drawing was a dialogue between a moon and a meteorite.

The moon was wrapped in light and shone, while the meteorite was broken, small, and dull.

Moon: “Are you a star?”

Meteorite: “I am just a small meteorite, but one day I will become a small star that will glow.”

Moon: “Why do you want to become a star?”

Meteorite: “Because then I can illuminate you in the universe like the sun.”

The signature at the lower right corner of the comic: Xiao Wei Comics Club.

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