Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 48

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the subscription He is wearing an apron and chopsticks in his hand, and his eyes are real retention, not false politeness.
It was really not easy to find a place to eat on such a rainy night, Zong Que plugged the phone back in and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, right away." Lin Heng smiled and re-entered the kitchen.
Two bowls of steaming noodles, with a little oil flowers, and two poached eggs on top, garnished with chives, look very suitable for dinner, but they are a little tasteless when eaten in the mouth.
Zong Que's chopsticks paused for a moment, and continued to clamp the next chopstick, but it was just tasteless, and it did not affect filling the stomach.
Lin Heng took off his apron, looking at the person on the opposite side who lowered his head and ate the noodles, it was much more difficult to have an appetite, but the noodles were sent into his mouth, but his brows were wrinkled.
Because it's really not very delicious.
Even if it is dull and tasteless, it is still a little sticky and soft, compared to what the aunt made, it is obviously overcooked.
But wasting food is shameful, Lin Heng ordered some noodle soup to taste the saltiness, went to the kitchen and took the seasoning box over: "Do you want to add some salt?"
Zong Que stopped his chopsticks, glanced at the slightly embarrassed look of the young man on the other side, and said, "No need, it's good to eat light when injured."
"Oh, that's good, actually, I don't cook very often." Lin Heng added salt and sesame oil to his bowl, tasted the taste and added a little chicken essence, and finally could eat it, but looking at the bowl opposite that was almost at the bottom of the soup, he always felt a little incredible.
In addition to the rumors of Zongque's fighting, in fact, he had heard another one, that is, Zongque's family was not rich, his parents were divorced, and there was only a widowed grandmother left in the family.
Therefore, he will often be the last to pay the class fee, and the material of the clothes he wears is not very good, but his appearance is very handsome, so that many people subconsciously ignore this.
This rumor is more like the anti-scale of the person in front of him than a fight, and it is rarely mentioned.
In fact, it seems that the temperament is not so bad.
Zong Que got up after eating the noodles, and when he picked up the bowl and chopsticks, Lin Heng subconsciously said: "You put it down, I'll just clean up."
"Okay, then I'll go first." Zong Que turned around and picked up his mobile phone and walked to the door to change his shoes.
The feeling of wetness is really not good, warming up with the body will definitely hurt the body, Zong Que looked up at the person who came over with the charger: "Have you had..."
"Your shoes are wet, or will you wear mine first?" Lin Heng looked at his mud-stained shoes.
The inside of the shoes is obviously wet, and wearing such shoes is no different from walking barefoot in muddy water, and it is uncomfortable to think about.
Zong Que's words stopped, "Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome." Lin Heng felt that what he heard the most tonight was probably thank you, "This charging interface is no longer commonly used, you take it first, and the clothes, do you want to bring it back or will I wash it and return it to you?" There
was a washing machine at home and everything was a show of hands.
Zong Que was silent for a moment and said, "Wash it."
He didn't plan to go home in the past few days, and he went back with such an injury, but he was afraid that the original grandmother would worry about not being able to sleep for several nights, and he would always want to figure out the cause, and it would be worse to go to school.
It is really inconvenient for him to bring clothes, even if it is hand washed, it is not easy to dry on such a rainy day.
"Well, you can try this pair of shoes first, our shoe sizes should be similar." Lin Heng took out his shoes, looked at the rainwater splashing on the window, and picked up the umbrella channel leaning on the umbrella bucket on the side, "This umbrella will be borrowed for you first."
Zong Que put on his shoes, slightly tight but dry and comfortable, and then took the umbrella, and the word of thanks came to his mouth and swallowed back: "Well, let's go, I'll pay you back another day."
"Okay, slow down on the road." Lin Heng looked at the figure who opened the door and went out, and subconsciously wanted to say that he would send him a message when he was home, but looking at the closed door and the extremely fast footsteps going down the stairs, he still swallowed the words back.
Their relationship is not good enough to be that way, and talking too much is also a burden for each other.
Lin Heng turned back to the table and continued to fight with the rest of his face, while Zong Que stood under the unit and opened his umbrella and stepped into the night.
It rained for an afternoon, the weather was cold as if it was not April, the water on the ground was not shallow, and there were no pedestrians on the road, only the slightly dim street lamps shone through the light refracted by the raindrops, making the night not so dark.
Opposite the unit building is the school, and this house is considered a school district house, some bought or rented specifically for children's day study.
The campus, which used to be very lively, is also dark and heavy on weekends.
"Where to?" Headlights from far away illuminate the road.
Zong Que closed his umbrella and went to the lane: "Safe Road." The
hotels on that street were relatively cheap, and there were plenty of Internet cafes mixed up, enough to meet his current needs.
......
"One hundred deposits, fifty a night." The boss who was playing with the computer at the front desk said without raising his head.
Listening to the sound of that game, it is obvious that it is still in the middle of a melee.
"Stay for two days first." Zongque scan the code to pay.
The boss looked up, looked at the door of his head and the gauze wrapped around his body, turned around and took a key and put it on the counter: "Room 316, don't wipe blood on the bed, otherwise the deposit will not be refunded."
"Got it." Zong Que took the key and went upstairs.
The smell in the corridor is not too good, full of the smell of disinfectant water, the room is quite clean, but there is only a large bed, the toilet and the water room are at the other end of the corridor.
In such a city, most of the prices can only find such rooms.
The night was already very deep, Zong Que Heyi was lying on his side on the bed, the wounds on his body were no longer too painful, and it also allowed him to think soberly about the next task.
The system can choose him, can give him up, everything is based on the life of the system, although the system is not malicious at present, but life in the hands of others, there will always be a little bit of unfreedom.
He can fall in love with a lover for more than a lifetime by virtue of the accumulation of star coins, which means that he may be able to get out of these worlds with star coins, rather than relying solely on the system.
Of course, the possibility of fattening and slaughtering the sheep is not excluded, after all, the highest grade beef experienced the highest level of treatment before death, and the heart of defense is indispensable, and everything needs to continue to be explored.
The highest level of the mission is S-level, in addition to the 10 million star coins that can be obtained by S-level guarantee, there will be additional rewards, and the additional rewards rely on the huge promotion of the benign world.
This is the information he currently has, and the star coins have accumulated a certain amount before he can detect more information from the system.
[Host, can't you sleep?] Do you want me to play you a lullaby? Make sure to go to sleep for three seconds. 1314 probes the very awake spiritual path of the host.
Doing a good job of the host's psychological counseling is also the work of the system, must not be the task has not been done, the host psychology has a problem first, that is a big mistake.
[No, I'm thinking about how to do the task.] Zong Que listened to the rain outside the window.
Changing a person's fate is not simply to prevent things from happening, because the tasker joins the world, under the butterfly effect, the original thing will also change, but the gears of fate turn, even if the original node will change, the event will have the possibility of happening again.
In this case, being friends with Lin Heng can quickly understand what is happening around him, but in view of the things in the previous world, it is better not to be too close.
[Okay, you think slowly. The system remained quiet.
As the night grew darker, Zong Que slept after making a rough plan.
The rain dripped all night, and the morning came amid the crisp chirping of birds, and when Zong Que walked out of the hotel, the ground was already half dry, and the cool breeze blew, but it brought a bit of refreshing feeling.
Zong Que searched for the map, entered a relatively deserted Internet café, opened a temporary card, and found a corner to sit down.
If you want to make money and work, you can't do it, the original body has a lot of homework, the first half of the first semester of high school is played, he wants to catch up with the progress, it takes a lot of time.
His parents divorced, his father owed a debt to relatives and friends in business, hiding outside and not daring to come back, his mother remarried, and there was only one grandmother left in the family, in addition to some dibao, that is, to do some manual work to subsidize the family, but also to save for his annual tuition.
At sixteen, if you do not continue schooling, you are already old enough to support yourself.
The original body does not have the ability to make money, but he can try it.
After all, he not only needs to use money himself, but also needs money to pay for the randomness and suddenness of the taskHolding up, money earned only from dead wages will never be able to achieve rapid accumulation of wealth.
For two days, Zong Que was quickly collecting and understanding the financial situation in this world, leaving money for a week's meals, and investing everything else.
At first, it is just a small accumulation, and when it accumulates a certain principal, it can invest in large, long-term, and continuous wealth creation.
[So invested in, what if I lose money?] 1314 worried.
Although the host investment is very powerful, the first two worlds were at least not afraid of failure and hunger at the beginning, and now the failure is simply miserable.
[The principal is very small, and the chance of losing is only 5.] Zong Que straightened his cap, made sure that the gauze was covered, and then stepped into the classroom.
The classroom where the teacher did not come on Sunday evening was originally a little noisy, but silence returned to it for a moment.
Some people went back to read, some quietly put their mobile phones away, and some looked at them, retracted their legs to make way for the passage to the back, and quietly looked at the young man whose eyebrows became more and more gloomy due to the lower brim of his hat.
Lin Heng turned his head to look at him without a trace of faltering steps, and as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he saw that the person was sitting on the seat in the back row and lying down, closing his eyes, obviously intending to sleep.
"What does the squad leader look at?" The same table asked in a low voice, followed his gaze and muttered, "I don't know how he came to class today, and he wore a hat, but it was really enough to pretend."
"Don't say that." Lin Heng looked at the long sleeves on his body, thinking that those scars should be covered inside, and the hat was probably also to cover the scars.
I didn't change my clothes, didn't I go home?
As Zong Que closed his eyes, there were gradually more noisy sounds in the classroom, and the students were still a little unable to escape the relaxation and happiness of the holiday.
But every time at the end of the holiday, all classes are like this, stop it once and for a while, it is still like this, there is no need to remember the name, Lin Heng looks at his book and can't hear it, and the teacher will be quiet when he comes.
Until an impatient voice came from the back of the classroom: "Quiet."
Lin Heng turned around, looking at the impatience and gloom in the young man's somewhat sleepy eyes, listening to the silence around him, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.
Well, the same effect.
"Remember to put the refrigerator when you go back, it's easy to break when you put it outside on a hot day." Lin Heng waved goodbye.
"Good." Zong Que determined his line and walked to the other side.
He does not have a refrigerator at home, and the meals that the old people are accustomed to cooking are eaten directly, and the hygiene also saves electricity.
Even on such a hot summer day, there is no air conditioning at home, only an old-fashioned fan is turned on at noon, and the old man does not turn on the fan when sleeping.
Fortunately, the old house has a strong ability to shade the sun, even in hot days, it is much cooler than other places.
"Grandma, I'm back." Zong Que pushed open the door and entered, and the old man was sitting on a recliner in the house playing a fan, and there was no sweat on his body.
"Oh, Xiao Que is back, you silent, I didn't hear it." The old man opened his half-squinted eyes, his eyes full of joy, "Have you eaten?" Is it hot? I'll turn on the fan for you.
"I've eaten." Zong Que put the bag on the table, then put the bag into his room and felt out the wallet from it.
"The watermelon I just bought today, I put it in the water and ice it, do you want to eat it now?" That is, when entering the house, the old man walked in with a particularly round watermelon.
"Just eaten, I'll eat it later." Zong Que opened his wallet, pulled out a thousand yuan from it and handed it over, "This is the subsidy issued by the school this month."
"Sent again?" The old man put down the watermelon and was a little at a loss, "Can your school afford to pay so much?"
"Only for poor students who study well, I ranked eleventh this time." Zong Que said.
"It's better than last time, it's good." The old man wiped the water on his hand and took it carefully, "Have you kept it for yourself?"
"Stayed." Zong Que replied.
"That's good." The old man put the money away, "Study well and this benefit, grandma will save it for you, and use it for college when the time comes."
"No, if the university does well, there will be hundreds of thousands of bonuses." Zong Que said, "Eat something good yourself."
"So many?!" The old man was obviously a little surprised, "That's good, but keep it, be prepared, and your dad that... Are you improving lately because of your small class leader?
"Hmm." Zong Que just didn't hear the topic she diverged.
"What a good boy, you have to thank people well." The old man said.
"Good." Zong Que replied.
"Save up this little money and install an air conditioner in your house, otherwise it will be uncomfortable in the summer." The old man smiled and said, "You rest for a while, and what is this you holding?" "
Hamburg." Zong Que bent down and opened the bag, and the chicken nuggets were eaten and everything, leaving only the intact burger he brought back.
"It's the one on TV, I remember when you were a kid you were always arguing about eating." The old man said with a smile.
Zong Que looked at her curious look and asked, "Do you want to taste it?" There is no refrigerator at home, it is not good to put it again, I am full.
"Okay, I'll taste it too." The old man said with a smile.
The summer heat scorched the earth, even if you don't look directly at the sun, just look at the ground and feel dazzling, but the house is a piece of harmony, the removed packaging is thrown into the trash, and the cut watermelon brings the coolness of summer.
Or maybe it was too hot, and suddenly there were several thundercutters that night, and the rumbling rain shattered the heat and dullness in the air, and sounded all night.
The next day the rain had stopped, and the wet marks on the road showed that last night's rain was not a dream, but that the temperature was indeed much lower than before.
Zong Que went out this time not to invest, but to enter a restaurant with a private room.
"Box 112." Zong Que reported the room number.
"Hello, over here, please." The waiter said.
In the spacious box, when Zong Que pushed the door in, the man in the racer-vest was eating a plate of fried noodles, the air conditioning was blowing, and his body was still dripping with sweat.
The door was closed, and the man who swallowed the mouthful raised his head, looked at Zong Que who came in and smiled: "Is that you looking for a bodyguard?"
Zong Que sat down next to him and said, "You eat first, and then talk after eating." The
man's muscular arm moved, said yes, lowered his head and continued to eat.
He ate quickly, and most of the remaining fried noodles disappeared in three or two bites.
After eating the noodles, the water next to him was also poured into it by three or two mouthfuls, and the man took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Sorry, I didn't eat before coming, I was really a little hungry, my name is Zheng Jiang, just retired from the army."
"Zongque." Zong Que stretched out his hand.
Clasping his hands, Zheng Jiang's brows moved: "You are not yet an adult, why would you think of hiring a bodyguard?" And don't go to that kind of regular bodyguard company.
"Regular bodyguard companies don't dare to accept money from minors like me." Zong Que said.
Even if he is already self-reliant, there are still many places where it is inconvenient.
"Okay, what kind of threat you have suffered, this must be made clear in advance, and I should prepare in advance." Zheng Jiang said.
"Not at the moment, just let you look at a person so that he is not in danger." Zong Que said.
He investigated the origin of Zheng Jiang, achieved excellent results in the army, made a lot of achievements, and suffered many fatal injuries, and was discharged from the army not because of any mistakes, but because the old people in the family were old, and he as the only son could not always have no time, and the time to be a bodyguard would be relatively free.
"Who?" Zheng Jiang asked.
"This is his information." Zong Que handed over a brief introduction with Lin Heng's photo and a brief background introduction.
The same students, even classmates, Zheng Jiang looked at the information, Yu Guang glanced at the teenager next to him, his appearance was still a little green, and the recruits in the army were about the same age, but most of those teenagers were lively and active, always full of energy, with backbones on their bodies, and their eyes were shrewd, and they were really a lot of tricks when it came to rest.
But the boy in front of him is different, his appearance is naturally not said, his eyebrows are slightly sharp, and he should look at a slightly rebellious temperament, but his eyes are very calm.
Zheng Jiang is a person who has seen killing, and many people can't bear his eyes,But when the young man in front of him looked at him, he was only calm, as if nothing could really make waves in his heart, and the calm was very different from his age.
Such a calm, either experiencing thousands of sails or psychological age is too precocious.
If in the past, he would have paid extra attention, but now this is his boss, Zheng Jiang got up and said: "Okay, I know, from today onwards, I can contact you at any time if you have something." With
a salary of 20,000 a month, he has to do the work so that people can't pick out the thorns.
"Go slowly." Zong Que got up and sent off.
[Host, the task object has gone to the hospital again.] 1314 reported.
[He didn't give his notes yesterday?] Zong Que got up and asked.
[Huh? How do you know? 1314 is sure that he has not said a word about this.
[He will not rush to disturb Liao Yan. Zong Que came out of the private room, was told that the box money had been paid, and left the restaurant, and it was gloomy outside, and it was drizzling lightly, making the whole city seem to be dyed with a layer of gray.
......
"I'm sorry, there was a delay yesterday, and I just sent it today." Lin Heng gave the note to Liao Yandao.
Liao Yan took the note and looked slightly moved: "It's okay, thank you."
Lin Heng smiled and said hello to Liao's mother: "Auntie, how is your body recovering?"
"The doctor said it was fine, and I would be discharged from the hospital in a while." Liao's mother looked at him with a smile, "You kid comes here, every time you have to bring some gifts, have you eaten?" Let Yanyan take you out and eat a little first.
"After eating, don't bother, that's a little bit of my heart." Lin Heng said with a smile, "I still have something to do over there, so let's go first, you have a good rest."
"Good, good, words to send." Liao's mother greeted.
Liao Yan got up to see him off, and when he arrived at the door, he was pushed back by Lin Heng: "I'll go first, no need to send it."
"You yesterday..." Liao Yan blurted out as he looked at his figure.
"What?" Lin Heng stopped and questioned.
"Nothing, thank you." Liao Yan said.
"You're welcome." Lin Heng turned and left.
There is still some light in the hospital, but outside, the sky is gray because of the rain, the traffic in the hospital, Lin Heng took the cold rain silk with his hand, or retreated to the sheltered place, looking at the ride-hailing software on the mobile phone, dozens of cars lined up in front, waiting for the car for at least two hours, it should be blocked where, and the driver is estimated to be the same blockage.
It's not far from the subway station, but this rain will definitely be reduced to a soup chicken.
Lin Heng looked up at the sky and felt that he had to wait until the rain stopped before leaving, but it was also a rare rain to enjoy idleness.
There were people coming and going, some held up their umbrellas and left, and some got into the car, obviously it was a June day, and it would still be a little cold after standing for a long time.
Just when Lin Heng was thinking about whether to go and wait inside, the sky in his sight was blocked by the umbrella surface of the umbrella, he thought that a stranger passed by and did not pay attention to it, but a familiar voice sounded from his ears: "No umbrella?"
Lin Heng turned his head, and the body temperature approaching under the umbrella seemed to dispel the cold that penetrated his body: "Why are you here?!" The
arms of the young man who was close were not as broad as those of the adult man, but the emotions precipitated in his eyes made Lin Heng's hard work slowly warm, and even became hot, and he could hear the plopping jump.
"Why are you here?" Zong Que did not answer the rhetorical question.
His tone was very calm, without any provocative taste, but Lin Heng suddenly returned to his senses: "Don't ask each other."
"Okay, I'll take you to the subway station." Zong Que said.
"Thank you." Lin Heng smiled, but the sweat on his arm stood up when the cold wind blew and shivered.
And the next moment his arm was pinched, and before Lin Heng could return to his senses in surprise from the hot temperature of that palm, the handle of the umbrella was handed to his hand: "Help take it."
"Oh..." Lin Heng took it, looking at the coat taken off by the person in front of him, "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold, grandma let me wear it when I went out." Zong Que handed him the clothes and said, "You put them on first, it's easy to catch a cold in this weather."
"Thank you." Lin Heng took it and put it on his body, and the coat seemed to still have an undispersed body temperature, revealing a little smell of soap pods, dispelling the chill.
The raindrops are delicate, and the thoughts in my heart seem to be as gentle and disturbing as the ripples of the raindrops.
"Look at the road, it's a puddle." Zong Que's voice was slightly cool.
Lin Heng was pulled over, looked at the doubtful look of the person under the umbrella and smiled: "I'm sorry, I just lost my mind."
When he got to the subway, it was not cold, and when the time came, he would get on the train directly after leaving the subway station, and Zongque's family is said to live far away.
"Well, see you later." Zong Que did not hesitate, directly took the coat and turned to leave.
Lin Heng looked at his back, smiled and said, "Remember to write your homework well."
"Hmm." The person who left raised his hand to indicate that he had heard.
"See you on Monday." Lin Heng muttered softly, turned around and got off the elevator of his line.
......
"Brother Hai, I stared at it, it seems to be Liao Yan's classmate, called Lin Heng, and the security guard who went to the reception desk at that time." A slightly dark and fat man stood at the safe passage and said on the phone.
"Students? What a fucking nosy. Brother Hai pulled the flue off his mouth, "The student's matter is solved by the student, go to the gangsters near the middle school, clean up, and teach him a lesson."
"Okay, I'll arrange this, it's really a long time in the ivory tower to dare to manage anything, and I deserve to fight." The man laughed twice, "What about the Liao family's compensation?"
"Isn't she about to be discharged from the hospital, go home, she will not come down, she will lie down at the door of the factory and go." Brother Hai smoked a cigarette again, "Who let her man dare to borrow, consider yourself unlucky..."
"Yes, yes..."
The campus on Sunday afternoon was as lively as ever, with the school doors wide open and crowded.
"It seems to be called Lin Heng, from the sixth class of high school." One of the boys said.
They are not very old, and although their hair is dyed, they can't see much difference when they blend into the pile of students.
"Then who is not also in the first and sixth classes of high school." Another boy said.
The yellow-haired boy sneered: "He said that he wanted to disperse, but it doesn't mean that I am afraid of him, Lin Heng, this name sounds strangely familiar, it seems that he has heard it somewhere."
"Hiss... Just the first grade in the first middle school. A boy swallowed and said, "His parents are in business, but there seems to be someone in the family who is an official." A
few boys gathered in the shade of the trees frowned in unison, this group of them held up to grab some living expenses, really want to run into the official, that is not to twist their arms to send to the bureau, there is not a good time.
"Still can't fight?" One of the boys asked, "I took all the jobs."
"Let's take a look at it for two days." Huang Mao kicked the trunk road, "It's really fucking annoying day by day."
"Hey, how many of you, which class?" Smoking is not allowed in schools. In the distance came the shouts of a security guard, who was still carrying an electric baton.
Several people hurriedly puffed out their cigarettes and ran towards the school gate from another road.
"You give me a stop, cigarette butts are not allowed to be thrown around!" The security guard clenched his grip and quickened his pace.
A few people even ran without looking back.
"Is this school sick, smoking a cigarette and being beaten?" A few people easily stopped and gasped.
"Who knows, let's go, you can't get out when the school door closes for a while." Huang Mao grinned.
A few people walked towards the school gate, dusk turned dark, there were more people in the classroom, and there were many fewer people rushing to the school gate, it was not crowded according to reason, but a few people stopped when they saw the boy who walked in from outside the school gate with his backpack.
After a few months, his figure seems to be a little taller, very simple long pants and short sleeves, which will look very hot in this weather, and he always feels a little cold on him.
Looking at each other, Zong Que stopped and said, "Looking for me?" "
As soon as Huang Mao saw him, he could remember the feeling of suffocation that he couldn't breathe at that time, and his back was cold and a little sweaty at the same time: "Why, can't you come to No. 1 Middle School if we don't look for him?" The
scene was a little stalemated for a while, Zong Que staggered his steps and turned to leave: "As you wish." The
school security of No. 1 Middle School is still very thorough, basically monitored everywhere, and the security guard is equipped with electric batons, although they are not used much, but they are full of deterrence.
The few people who were left behind breathed a sigh of relief, and Huang Mao's face was a little unbearable: "Damn, a few of us are still afraid that he will not make it."
"But he was ruthless." A boy said.
"Walk around." Huang Mao didn't have a good airway.
When Zong Que arrived at the classroom, it was as noisy as ever, and no one stopped even when he saw him, and the person sitting by the window inside was already waving at him.
"Lin Heng is sharp-eyed." Wang Yang looked at the seated humane, "I haven't noticed this yet, he saw it."
"Because you don't have eyes behind your back." Lin Heng's fingers moved slightly, looking at Wang Yangdao lying on his pile of books.
"Brother Que came very late today, won't you rush homework at home?" Wang Yang said with a smile.
"It's a little delayed." Zong Que took out the homework, "You rushed the homework?"
The corner of Wang Yang's mouth twitched, his eyes widened, and he pressed his shoulder and said: "Brother Que, you are really a roundworm in my stomach, you can know this, we really have a soul."
Lin Heng sorted out the hand of the workbook, and Zong Que had already slapped Wang Yang's hand down: "Pass the prize, you are the worm."
Wang Yang: "My main purpose is mainly to express..."
"Almost collected?" Zong Que didn't care about his main purpose, but looked at the homework in front of Lin Heng.
"Well, the English side has to collect it, almost." Lin Heng got up and said, "Who else hasn't handed it in, it's going to class right away, and it's going to be sent over."
The last few copies were hurriedly handed over, and Zong Que helped move a stack and said, "I'll help you send it over."
"Hmm." Lin Heng lifted another stack and said with a smile.
The two walked out of the classroom door one after the other, and Wang Yang muttered a few words in his mouth: "... The two of us have a soul in our hearts. "
There is a spirit rhino in his heart, and his brother Que only has a spirit rhino with Lin Heng.
"Who has a soul with you?" The same table looked up and said.
"We both have a spiritual rhino!" Wang Yang said with a smile.
"Uh..."
"Okay, the feelings have faded..."
There wasn't much turmoil in the school, and one bell after another followed similar classes, until nightfall, the stars were shining.
Zong Que entered the dormitory, Lin Heng went out of the school gate as always, although he left late, but there were still many students at the school gate, but the night security guards urged, and the students rarely stayed, Lin Heng walked to the time of the unit downstairs, the school gate was almost empty.
The teaching building was completely dark, and the light lit up in the dormitory behind was almost completely blocked, perhaps because it was too quiet, when Lin Heng opened the door of the unit building, he heard some footsteps with the soles of his shoes scratching the gravel.
He subconsciously looked over, and the two figures seemed to be aware of it, hiding between the building structures.
Trace?
Lin Heng went in and brought the door of the unit building, and did not hurry up, but stuck to the door to listen to the movement outside.
"That's the unit..."
"... Day reading..."
"Live close enough..." The
words were not very clear, but Lin Heng confirmed one thing, that is, he was being followed, whether the other party was seeking wealth or something else, it was a threat to his safety.
The siren sounded in the middle of the night, making many students in the school think about what happened outside, but after a good night's sleep, some things were forgotten, and only Zong Que received news from him and learned the reason.
Zheng Jiang: Your little friend is also vigilant enough, and when he finds out that he is being followed, he immediately calls the police, and if I hadn't been far away and retreated quickly, I would have been invited in to talk.
Zong Que's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, walked to the balcony and dialed the phone: "Is he okay?"
Zheng Jiang connected the phone and whispered: "It's okay, don't worry, those gangsters seem to want to knock him some money, a long lesson, saying that his family is an official, dare not make a move, really ignorant people are fearless, blackmail and robbery are crimes, enough for them to drink a pot." Bastards
.
Zong Que remembered a few people he saw when he entered the school gate, they came not to find him trouble, but to find Lin Heng: "Hard work, typing said." Teach
him a lesson? Lin Heng's personality is difficult to offend anyone, his mood changed last Friday, when he went to see Liao Yan, he was likely to meet someone, but there should be no direct conflict.
Zong Que hung up the call and sent a message: Can you find out who instigated them to do this?
Zheng Jiang: I'll investigate it and give it to you two days at the latest.
The early reading time was the same as in the past, the sound of books was emerging, and Lin Heng had no other unusual performance except for a little sluggish spirit.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Zong Que asked after morning self-study.
"Well, it's late." Lin Heng yawned and said, it took a little time for the police to arrest people and collect evidence last night.
He originally thought that nothing would happen to him if he lived alone as a boy, but he didn't expect to be targeted, checked the doors and windows, bought a lot of anti-theft devices and spent a lot of time.
"Are you okay?" Zong Que asked.
"Well, I'll sleep on the table for a while, and you can bring me breakfast." Lin Heng said.
"Good." Zong Que got up and said, "What do you want to eat?" "
Pumpkin millet porridge, green pepper meat buns, and small cakes from the west window." Lin Heng ordered the food, handed over his meal card and said with a smile, "Thank you."
"Hmm." Zong Que turned and left the classroom.
Lin Heng put his chin on the table and watched him leave, then yawned sideways and closed his eyes.
Deep in consciousness, it seemed that it didn't take long for his arm to be gently pushed, and a voice calling came from the side: "Lin Heng, Lin Heng."
"Right away..." Lin Heng rarely slept well, but when his consciousness struggled, he felt that the hand of the person next to him was attached to his forehead.
The palm is warm, and the words are slightly cool: "No fever, get up to eat, there are still five minutes to go to class."
Lin Heng's heart jumped twice faster because of the sudden touch, his consciousness was awake in an instant, and when he looked at the people next to him, he even detected the heat on his face that spread slightly, and he instantly sat up straight and said, "What about things?"
Zong Que put the steamed rice porridge in front of him, looked at the crimson cheeks where he slept, and said, "Remember to cover a coat next time you sleep." "Oh
... Well. Lin Heng subconsciously replied.
He...... A little off.
Compared with Lin Heng, who once again reached the top of his grade, his performance improvement speed really exceeded everyone's expectations.
After the exam, the seats were rearranged, and Lin Heng's surroundings were occupied first, while the seats next to him were left alone for Zong Que.
After each exam, there is a separate conversation session with the class teacher, and if the progress is too big or the regression is too great, the situation will be understood one-on-one.
"The results this time are good, especially the results of the biology subject." The class teacher called the person out alone during self-study and said, "The teacher saw your efforts during this period and maintained it well." "Good
." Zong Que replied.
"Keeping is just the bottom line." The head teacher looked up at the teenager in front of him and said, "I didn't enter the top 100 of the grade this time, and the goal of the next final exam is set at the top 100 of the grade?" The
progress of high school is very fast, and the grades are easy to pull apart, especially after the course selection, some people collapse and directly drop hundreds, while some people work hard day and night to directly rush to the top of the grade.
Most of the students who can enter this high school are talented, and what is lacking is sometimes just a little more effort than others.
It is not that grades determine everything for a person, but if you are admitted to a good university, there will be more choices for the future path of life.
Zong Que was thinking about his next goal, adding the competition to it, and improving it twice as fast as he originally planned: "Okay." "
"But don't put too much pressure on yourself, new courses are always progressing, and sometimes it's normal to have gaps." The head teacher said, "Sit with Lin Heng, and follow him to study hard."
"Hmm." Zong Que said.
"Okay, let's go inside." The head teacher said.
When Zong Que entered the classroom, Lin Heng's pen stopped, and when the person next to him sat down, he asked in a low voice, "What did the old class tell you?" "