[BL] After chasing his wife in the crematorium [REBIRTH]

Chapter 11

The monthly exam results came out.

Fang Ling's ranking has fallen back compared to before, but the amount of attention he has received is higher than that of the first place.

Who told him that he had a "broken leg" in the three subjects of science and comprehensive science, and he got a double hundred in biochemistry, but he got a 39 in physics.

The total score of the comprehensive score is 239. On average, it is only one point short, and all three subjects are considered excellent.

I passed the Chinese language, and the mathematics passed the passing line at a low altitude, but I got full marks in English.

The total score was an uproar.

During evening study, Wen Ze asked in a low voice: "Fang Xiaoling, what's the matter with you recently?"

He is Fang Ling's deskmate, and he is also a hardworking person, so he knows very well that Fang Ling arrives in the classroom early in the past few days.

Arriving in the classroom early, I was still studying physics, so I can do my homework...

Fang Ling looked at his paper and sighed, "I have encountered something, and I can't explain it in words."

Wen was serious, "Can I help?"

Fang Ling replied With a smile, "Thank you, but I can handle this myself."

After finishing speaking, Fang Ling picked up the pen, turned the other end of the pen, and poked the strong back of the boy in front of him with it.

The strong muscles covered by the school uniform tightened abruptly, then relaxed again, Zhao Shun turned around slowly.

Not long ago, this person said that he was farting on what the physicist said, but after Fang Ling's double hundred results in biochemistry came out, Zhao Shun changed his mind.

There was no other reason, it just so happened that Zhao Shun did not do well in these two subjects in the monthly exam. Unexpectedly, after he got the paper, he directly showed the expression of the old man on the subway looking at his phone.

As for what broke arrogance, what hurt self-esteem, in fact, it didn't exist. Who made the 39 on Fang Ling's physics paper so bright.

And it was an exclusive copy, the only one in the class who failed.

"This question." Fang Ling tapped his physics test paper with a pen.

Zhao Shun didn't look at the question right away, but looked at the tall stack of books on Fang Ling's desk. The books took up too much space, and there was a wall on the other side, so it was inconvenient for him to lift his hand.

"Put this book with me first." After Zhao Shun informed Fang Ling, he began to move the books on his desk.

He first moved the book a little, and when a part of it was suspended, he supported it with his palm, and then exerted force with his arm. Zhao Shun was full of firepower, and he was still wearing short sleeves. With this movement, Fang Ling could see several smooth muscle lines stretched out on his arms.

Strong and stocky, like a big cat with very little fat on it.

Fang Ling rested his chin on his palm, watching with appreciation.

Although the old man was a bit of a dog when he was young, he has to say that he has a very good figure.

Zhao Shun put Fang Ling's tall stack of books on his desk, and as soon as he turned his head, he bumped into the eyes that were looking at him for a moment.

Only then did Zhao Shun realize that Fang Ling's pupils were larger than ordinary people, dark and bright, but the whites of his eyes were clean, like two black pearls soaked in milk.

At this time, the eyes were bent, like peach petals blooming in spring, and like a bunch of newly blooming crabapple after the misty spring rain, looking a little... affectionate.

Zhao Shun's face was strange, and he was inconceivable for the words he thought of for no reason.

He actually felt that a boy was passionate, he really saw the devil.

"This question." Fang Ling tapped his paper with the tip of his pen, not being polite to him at all.

Zhao Shun looked along.

He had business to do, so he quickly put his thoughts behind him. Zhao Shun took the draft and a pen, and said while writing, "You are wrong about this question? You can just use the formula. Here, this formula, and then transform it Take a moment."

Fang Ling said in a low voice, "I don't remember the formula."

Zhao Shun was speechless, "I learned it half a month ago, are you a goldfish master?"

Fang Ling was silent for a while, "No, I plan to be a a fisherman."

Most of the time these days except for studying, Fang Ling had to think about how to deal with his relationship with Zhao Shun in the future.

I went to drink afternoon tea with Tan Feizhou that day, but he was not lying. When he was young, he chased Zhao Shun because of his passion for not hitting the south wall and not looking back.

But if you asked him to do it again with an old man in his fifties, Fang Ling felt that he couldn't do it.

When a person is old, his blood has been polished by the years. If he went to Xitian to learn scriptures again, he was afraid that he would die of exhaustion on the way.

But just giving up like this, Fang Ling couldn't do it. After all, he was a lover who had slept in the same bed for nearly 30 years. They had experienced wind and rain together, and looked up at the rainbow together. He is familiar with everything about Zhao Shun, this person has been integrated into his bones, and he has no way to accept other men.

If the one who was reborn was not him, but Zhao Shun, he believed that Zhao Shun would still have no choice but to choose someone else...

So after much deliberation, Fang Ling felt that he had to be a fisherman for a while.

Save the country with curves, use fishing methods, and try to catch Zhao Shun, a stupid fish.

If not, he will make another plan.

"Huh?" Zhao Shun thought he heard it wrong.

fisherman?

A fisherman is far from a goldfish spirit.

Fang Ling turned the topic back very calmly, "What about this question?"

I have to say that it is indeed faster to learn if someone teaches than to grope, Fang Ling slowly recalled.

After the first class of the evening class, Zhao Shun passed the lecture in a low voice.

Occasionally, when a certain question was mentioned, Wen Ze next to him would also come over to listen. It was like a small meeting, and the draft paper on the table was twirled and twirled.

Zhao Shun found it troublesome after teaching, so he simply wrote the formulas on Fang Ling's paper without using the draft paper.

After finishing the last question, Zhao Shun took a few sips of water to relieve his thirsty throat, "I wonder if you haven't attended the class, why don't you know so much?"

Fang Ling took the paper full of notes Put it away, "Where's your biology paper?"

Zhao Shun was successfully distracted, and quickly took his own paper, "These two questions, and the next big question, there are three questions in total. I think about the others. Understood."

Fang Ling snorted a laugh, and explained his careful thoughts, "You don't need to say the last sentence, as far as the current situation is concerned, your situation is indeed better than mine."

Zhao Shun's eyes drifted, "You Let's get started..."

Fang Ling took a pen, no need for drafts, and wrote directly on the paper just like Zhao Shun.

At first, Zhao Shun's attention was on the analysis written by Fang Ling, but after looking at it, he couldn't help but move his gaze up a little bit, and landed on the opponent's hand.

The nails on that hand were neatly manicured, and the healthy pink fingertips had crescent moons, as beautiful as the tip of a bamboo shoot.

Boys' hands are not as slender and soft as girls' hands, but the sense of strength contained in them is also eye-catching.

In particular, the hands in front of her are fair-skinned and have an excellent appearance. The faint blue veins on the back of the hands are like the emerald veins growing on the white jade, which is very delicate as a work of art.

Zhao Shun felt that the naughty cat's tail gently brushed the tip of his heart.

A little itchy.

Few people know that he actually has a different kind of hobby that he thinks is unspeakable.

Now Fang Ling's hands firmly pressed his cravings, and he also gave him a full-scale massage.

Zhao Shun's Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, and suddenly he felt that the water he had just drank was too little, and the thirst in his throat burned up again.

Fang Ling took in Zhao Shun's subtle changes in expression, and the corner of his mouth curled up, but he didn't know it at all.

"After this combination, the proportion of recessive genes in the offspring is 5/24..." The

hand holding the pen in front of him suddenly paused, and the black ballpoint pen twirled around between the somewhat sensual fingers, and then steadily returned to the original point.

Then Zhao Shun heard, "Zhao Shun, are you listening to me?"

Zhao Shun snapped back to his senses, a tinge of red rose from the tips of his ears, "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Fang Ling smiled, "Have you finished thinking about it now?"

Zhao Shun nodded seriously, "Do it again."

Fang Ling gave him a lecture again, and the bell rang for the end of class.

The first class of evening study is over.

However, neither Zhao Shun nor Fang Ling had any plans to participate in recess activities.

Zhao Shun still kept turning his back to face Fang Ling, and Fang Ling's pen didn't stop.

Holding the water bottle, when Ji Qingping passed the back door of Class 9, he glanced casually and stopped.

From his perspective, he could see that Zhao Shun, who used to be unreasonable in the past, completely turned around.

He lowered his head slightly, almost touching Fang Ling's head, his specific expression was unclear, but he could be seen nodding slightly from time to time.

Ji Qingping stood where he was, and didn't even turn his head when his classmates who came out to fetch water with him called him.

"Ah Shun." Ji Qingping suddenly called out.

Zhao Shun raised his head, frowning, with the displeasure of being disturbed.

But seeing that it was Ji Qingping, Zhao Shun's eyebrows relaxed a little, "What's the matter?"

After all, they were friends from junior high school to the present, and his mother had a good relationship with the other's aunt, so Zhao Shun was willing to give Ji Qing some peace.

Ji Qingping hesitated for a while before finding the topic, "The monthly exam is over, shall we go to the game city together on Saturday afternoon? I heard that there is a new project in the escape room, and the response is good."

Zhao Shun didn't agree, "I'll see if I have time then."

Ji Qingping undoubtedly nodded.

Zhao Shun turned his gaze back to the paper, and saw that Fang Ling was holding the pen, and his dark eyelashes drooped, as if his mind had wandered away.

He couldn't help reminding, "And then, what's next?"

Fang Ling raised his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, "Escape from the secret room? There are so many new issues, it should be the turn of the horror hospital theme."

Zhao Shun suddenly froze . live.

The next second he quickly looked up to the back door, saw Ji Qingping was still there, and quickly said: "I think I have something to do on the weekend, so I probably don't have time to go to the game city with you."

Horror hospital?

Wouldn't that be a lot of prop needles? ?

Just looking at that pointy thing can give him goosebumps all over, so it's better not to look for it.

Zhao Shun's attitude changed so fast that Ji Qingping was stunned for a moment.

Even if he didn't turn his head, Fang Ling could feel a scrutinizing gaze.

Displeasure is implied in the look.

Unexpectedly, he heard Ji Qingping say: "Ah Shun, I forgot to tell you that you have a love letter with me." The

author has something to say:

Xiao Zhao: What love letter?

Lao Zhao: A love letter written by my wife! !