TMISIU- chapter 29

But Lan Zhan asked him: “Then are you happy now?”

Wei Ying’s hand squeezing the bear’s ear twitched.

Thump!

He heard his heartbeat again.

“I’m very happy.” Wei Ying answered Lan Zhan with a smile.

Very very happy.

But he was a high school student after all, and the result of being happy was that when he went back that night, he did his homework until 2:30.

Fortunately, Lan Zhan took a picture and sent the answer while doing it, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to finish until morning.

At 2:35, Wei Ying finally finished copying the last question on the last photo sent by Lan Zhan.

He yawned and typed “good night” in the WeChat dialog box with the note “Moon” and sent it over.

Feeling sleepy, he turned off the phone, put the pink bear doll that he caught at night on the pillow, and soon fell into a deep sleep, accompanied by the gentle moonlight in his dream.

When he woke up the next morning, he looked at his phone and realized that at 2:37, Lan Zhan had replied “Good night”.

He thought that Lan Zhan would go to sleep after finishing his homework, but he didn’t expect it to be so late.

Wei Ying scratched his hair, regretting how he slept so quickly.

He thought for a while, and replied “Good morning” in the faint morning light of the new day.

Lan Zhan didn’t reply this time.

Those ambiguous thoughts that were faint in the moonlight were secretly pressed in the bottom of his heart, Wei Ying had no time to test it more, he was about to be driven crazy by the upcoming midterm exams.

Or rather, he was going crazy because of Lan Zhan.

“Are you sure I have to finish these papers?”

Before evening self-study, Wei Ying counted the papers in front of him. There were twenty of them!

He was lying on the desk, his head resting on his arm, raising his eyelashes to look up at Lan Zhan, attempting to sell his misery and plead for mercy:

“I can’t finish my homework every day, and I can’t write until one or two o’clock, so I really don’t have time to write these papers”

Lan Zhan relentlessly said, “You don’t need to do homework, these papers must be done.”

He didn’t know what the teachers of each subject felt when they heard these words.

Wei Ying was desperate anyway.

“Then what about my homework?”

“Continue to copy me.”

“Okay.”

Wei Ying put aside his homework and started to concentrate on the papers Lan Zhan gave him.

As he did the questions, he gradually found that the questions on these papers seemed to be his weakest points of knowledge and frequently wrong questions.

He held the pen and turned to look at Lan Zhan next to him.

He didn’t realize that he rarely watched Lan Zhan quietly from the corner as before.

It seemed to have the courage to look straight at him.

Lan Zhan was also holding the pen and writing something, and noticing his eyes, he turned his face sideways and asked him, “Can’t do it?”

Wei Ying shook his head and continued to bury his head in his paper.

In the two weeks before the midterm exam, Wei Ying had no breathing time every day and was buried by the papers without respite and Lan Zhan would recycle them after he was done.

The one that appeared on his desk the next day was the one that had been marked and corrected with a red pen.

Lan Zhan strictly refused to accept even the comic series.

“Now the first priority is the midterm exam.” Lan Zhan’s tone left no room for him to say something, serious like a teacher.

The good student Wei Ying had to follow.

The whole school was filled with the tense atmosphere of the coming of the big exam, and the strongest class was not surprised.

After all, the ranking of this exam would directly determine everyone’s class in the next two months.

Wei Ying was nervous for two weeks, but not two days before the exam.

He has always had a stable mentality. The more exams he took, the better he could perform.

Otherwise he couldn’t have come to Gusu No. 1 High School with the first place in Yanping County.

Not to mention Lan Zhan, a perverted xueba, he probably never knew how to write the word nervous.

But Nei Huaisang belonged to the kind of people who hugged the Buddha’s feet and worshiped the gods and Buddhas of all directions and engaged in feudal superstition immediately before the exam.

“Ying ge, remember to eat two eggs and a fried dough stick tomorrow morning! It means that the door has a perfect score of 100!” Nei Huaisang turned around and said mysteriously.

Wei Ying was doing the papers and said without looking up: “Language, mathematics and foreign language’s full score is 150, you can take the test yourself if you want 100, thank you.”

“Right.” Nei Huaisang thought for a while, and then excitedly said, “Then turn to Koi, this is very spiritual. I have turned two weeks in a row, every morning and evening. Tonight I’ll post a Koi in Moments, you remember to like it!”

Nei Huaisang had no ambition and it was his greatest honor to be at the end of Class 1.

Wei Ying was never superstitious, but agreed to Nei Huaisang perfunctorily, just wanting him to shut up and not to disturb his revision.

Nei Huaisang wanted to continue to share his pre-exam superstition knowledge with Wei Ying but when Lan Zhan, who was writing, raised his head and glanced at him, he felt a chill in his heart and quickly turned away.

Nei Huaisang looked at the small mountain of review materials in front of him. He folded his palms and tried to lift something from the hill, carefully cupping it and slapping it to his head.

The tablemate, Luo Qingyang, rolled her eyes.

The self-study teacher on the night before the exam would not give lectures, allowing all students to review freely.

In the evening, Wei Ying finished his dinner as quickly as possible, stepped on the twilight and flew to the classroom to continue his revision, and found that Lan Zhan was actually in his seat, holding a pen down and writing something in a book.

Wei Ying saw that Lan Zhan had written something on this book for a few days. He was very curious, but he didn’t ask.

He lightened his footsteps and returned to his seat, taking out the paper he had done before to review the wrong questions, there was no point in doing the questions at this time.

After looking carefully for a while, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him, and that hand placed a notebook on his desk.

It was a black-covered notebook that Lan Zhan had been writing on in the past few days.

“Review the contents on this well at night.” Lan Zhan withdrew his hand and closed the lid of the pen, his tone was as indifferent and certain as ever.

Wei Ying stared blankly at the notebook in front of him. He stretched out his hand and opened it page by page. On it were review key points of the subject written by pen.

Each point echoed the wrong questions in the papers he made during this period, with detailed notes on the directions and types of questions that might appear in the exam.

It was as detailed as a supplementary teaching material tailored for him.

The ink traces were brand new, as if passing through the autumn rain tide.

When the time went wrong, he suddenly recalled the second day of school.

At that time, he put up a pitiful posture as much as possible and begged Lan Zhan.

“Can I borrow your notebook to copy it?”

“Cannot.”

Then, Lan Zhan handed that black notebook to Jiang Cheng, the person who took over everything he had.

All the emotions were surging, and it turned into a heartache in a flash.

Like the bitter wine that was brewed wrong at the beginning, only sour and astringent remained at the end of brewing.

Now he looked at the notebook Lan Zhan had given him, his heart seemed to have been soaked in bitter wine all night and suddenly fell into a pool of sugar water.

But it was still sour, sour in the heart, sour in the nose, sour in the eyes, and sour in the whole chest.

The grievances that had nowhere to be released at that time suddenly poured out from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably two months later.

Wei Ying blinked hard and dispelled the mist in front of him, preparing to say thank you to Lan Zhan, but he suddenly heard Lan Zhan ask him from the side:

“Can you stay in Class 1?”

His voice was careful and soft, as if he was afraid of making him nervous.

All his efforts were almost in vain, Wei Ying used all his strength to suppress the sourness in his eyes, he slightly raised his chin, smiled at Lan Zhan and said with confidence:

“Of course.”

The tone was proud and self-confident, and it belonged to the age of sixteen.

Lan Zhan’s eyebrows stretched a bit, as if he was relieved, he stood up from his seat and said, “I’m going to eat.”

Then turned and left the classroom.

Wei Ying watched Lan Zhan’s back disappear at the door before lowering his head and continuing to look at the notebook in front of him, looking at the sparse handwriting on it that belonged to Lan Zhan.

The last class of the evening self-study was used to set up the examination room.

All the seats that were close together were pulled apart, and all the books and materials were placed at the end of the classroom.

During the end of class period, Nei Huaisang took advantage of Lan Zhan’s absence in the classroom, secretly stretched out his claws and touched Lan Zhan’s desk.

It seemed that he felt that it was not enough, so he touched it twice.

Wei Ying, who was still reading his notebook, noticed Nei Huaisang’s sneaky little movements and asked, “You are really getting bolder and stronger. Why are you touching his desk?”

Nei Huaisang looked at the back door and whispered, covering his mouth, “Xuesheng’s table must have been enlightened, so I will take my luck!”

Xiao Xingchen, who was distributing the test number slips, also sneaked over, reached out his hand and quickly touched Lan Zhan’s table.

Several other students nearby were not willing to lag behind and came over and touched it a few times.

“…” Wei Ying was speechless.

Why are these elementary school superstitions so prevalent in the best classes in Gusu High School?

After the people who came to rub the exam luck dispersed, Wei Ying looked at the notebook for a while, thought about it, and reached out his hand to touch Lan Zhan’s table without holding back.

He would rather believe it, not touch it for nothing, he said to himself.

Because the seat had been pulled apart by half a meter, he was too lazy to get up and sat directly on the chair.

Tilting one of the chair legs and pressing his waist to the right side, he stretched out his arm to touch the corner of Lan Zhan’s table.

As a result, he was caught by Lan Zhan who happened to come in through the back door.

“…”

Wei Ying’s hands were still at the corner of the table and his waist was still falling. His face flushed, he quickly retracted his hands to sit upright, and because he was so flustered, the chair’s feet almost fell off.

Lan Zhan came over, standing and not sitting, looking down at him. The meaning of his eyes was very obvious.

What the hell was going on?

Nei Huaisang was afraid that he would be confessed. Knowing that Lan Zhan hated others touching his things, he frequently winked at Wei Ying.

Wei Ying took the initiative to confess, and smiled awkwardly at Lan Zhan: “I’ll just take your exam luck a little.”

Lan Zhan didn’t say anything, but calmly sat down and started reading.

Wei Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

Warn yourself, feudal superstition was too bad!

The night study quickly passed.

In the second half of the evening study, the atmosphere was a bit restless, some people began to give up on themselves, some people began to blind confidence, some people began to use the quantum wave reading method, the book turned faster than the fan.

Wei Ying belonged to the stable as an old dog type. After memorizing the notes given by Lan Zhan twice, it was exactly the time of the end of class.

As soon as the bell rang, the students who could not wait rushed out of the classroom carrying their school bag, and Nei Huaisang was always the first.

Wei Ying put the notebook in his school bag carefully, and planned to check it out when he returned to the dormitory.

He picked up his school bag and hurriedly said to Lan Zhan, who was already carrying his school bag to leave: “Wait!”

Lan Zhan stopped, looked at him and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Wei Ying bent his eyes, smiled at Lan Zhan, and said softly in a very solemn and serious manner.

“Lan Zhan, jiayou for the exam!”

Although Lan Zhan’s oil content exceeded the standard.

Lan Zhan looked down at him, the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He raised his hand and rubbed his hair gently, and said to him:   “Give the exam luck to you.”

Then turned around and left the classroom.

Wei Ying stood there blankly, his ears were uncontrollably red.

He thought that his heart might be going wrong.

He seemed to be unstable.

Wei Ying returned to his dorm room distracted, forcing himself to continue reading his notebook.

After a while, he was still restless, so he simply gave up and took out his phone to brush his WeChat Moments.

He also remembered to give Nei Huaisang likes on the Koi picture, and ended up brushing up on Lan Zhan’s new friend circle first.

There was only one photo. In the photo was a pool with a golden glow. There were dozens of golden red koi swimming in the pool, glowing in the sunlight and waves of light.

It looked divine.

Also quite superstitious.

Wei Ying couldn’t help laughing, not expecting Lan Zhan to be engaged in superstition. He gave this picture a like, and then gave a like to the koi picture posted by Nei Huaisang.

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At this time in the Lan family villa, Gu Yihan had just delivered a plate of fruit to Jiang Cheng, who was immersed in reviewing and holding Buddha’s feet, and then walked towards the piano room with another plate of fruit.

In the past, Lan Zhan was usually studying or reading in his room at this time, but tonight he was practicing the piano abnormally.

She was holding the fruit and saw Lan Zhan sitting in front of the piano playing a piece of music, “Wuji”.

“Why do you suddenly want to play the piano? Don’t you have midterm exams tomorrow?” Gu Yihan asked, puzzled.

Lan Zhan withdrew his fingers, frowned, and said after a moment of silence, “I’m a little nervous.”

Gu Yihan looked at her son in amazement, she had never seen Lan Zhan get nervous before an exam, and he had never been anxious about even the most difficult exams.

What happened this time?

“Why are you nervous? I thought only A-Cheng would be nervous. After all, he took so many days of sick leave.” Gu Yihan couldn’t help but ask.

Lan Zhan didn’t answer this question, only vaguely saying: “It’s nothing.”

Gu Yihan didn’t ask any more questions, put the fruit on the table, said “get some rest early” and left the piano room.

Lan Zhan raised his hand and started playing the piano again.