The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The first semester of high school.

The grade department has sounded the countdown to the college entrance examination, and the first round of general review has been arranged intensively.

The homework papers of the top class gradually piled up, and the students were busy studying and doing exam questions.

The pre-test cheating incident was gradually forgotten and no one talked about it.

High mathematics competition training room.

"Look, what did you answer? You have to make such a low-level mistake countless times."

"I really don't know how you got second place in the test?"

The middle-aged man pointed at the paper on the table and cursed angrily, his weather-beaten face distorted with anger.

He couldn't teach it no matter how he taught it, and he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his teaching.

The high-mathematics competition is originally a fight between gods and gods, and the competition is human intelligence. Some talents and understanding can never be replaced by hard work. The national competition is a gathering of talents and stars.

The middle-aged teacher thought of this, turned around, raised his head and sighed.

"It would be great if it were Shen Han instead. That kid has a high level of understanding and can get it right with just a few clicks."

Lin Bai's face turned red, her fingers tightly clenched the hem of her clothes, and resentment spread in her heart.

There was a cry in his voice.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I will remember it and won't do it again next time."

Seeing the boy's expression about to cry, as if he had been greatly wronged, the middle-aged teacher knew that his words were in vain.

He sighed deeply, shook his head and left.

"Forget it, I won't go to this class. Your mentality is not right. Come back after you adjust."

The boy choked with sobs and promised repeatedly: "Good teacher, I will definitely change it."

On the surface, his attitude is sincere, but his heart is corroded, black and smelly.

Lin Bai was unwilling to give in. He worked so hard, answered so many questions, and studied advanced mathematics for so long.

Why can't I compare to Shen Han! Why!

Even if you are stigmatized as cheating, you can still be praised and appreciated.

He was filled with jealousy, but what he didn't know was that.

There does exist a kind of person in the world who can defeat most people with just a little talent and what they create.

The world calls such people geniuses.

The kind where God chases after you and feeds you.

For those hard-working players, it may seem a bit hopeless, but whether you accept it or not, that's the truth.

There are always people with extraordinary talents, there are always people with superior IQs, there are always people who work harder than you.

Efforts may not always be rewarded, but if you don’t work hard and have no talent, you will definitely not succeed. This is the reality.

It's a pity that Lin Bai doesn't know, and probably doesn't want to know.

I saw him lowering his head, looking crazy, like a madman.

"The qualification for the high mathematics competition is mine, and no one can take it away. Since I can win it once, I can win it a second time."

"If you can't see it anyway, who cares whether his methods are bright or not."

This chosen son was on the road of no return from the very beginning, and he fell into the endless abyss, never to be recovered.

……

Song Jiu was packing up his books when his eyes suddenly darkened and a finger with distinct joints knocked on the table.

He did not raise his head, but accelerated the cleaning process: "Shen Xueshen, wait a moment, I will finish it soon."

Shen Han lowered his eyes and stared at the boy's small hair. It was rare that he could bear it and waited quietly.

When Song Jiu straightened up, he found that Shen Xueshen had walked outside the classroom door.

He raised his feet to follow, but there was a pull on his arm and he had to stop.

Song Jiu turned around.

The boy was wearing neat and clean clothes, with a smile on his face that seemed a little forced.

"Song Jiu, we haven't gotten together for a long time, let's have a meal together."

It was Lin Bai again. It seemed that in his memory, they did know each other.

How to get around it.

Song Jiu's heart tightened, her fingers clenched the strap of her schoolbag, and she curled up slightly unconsciously.

"Let go of your dirty hands."

Just when he didn't know how to answer, a male voice as cold as ice came from the door, like a cold sword piercing him.

Invisible pressure dropped, like a heavy burden on my shoulders.

Lin Bai's face suddenly turned pale, and his delicate face could no longer hide the haggardness of many days.

The boy folded his arms and leaned against the door frame casually, his face expressionless, and his obsidian pupils stared straight at Song Jiu.

Those words were clearly meant for others, but they made Song Jiu panic.

Because, he saw alienation and indifference in those dark eyes, as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Song Jiu realized that the target of the attack might never regard him as a friend.

In Shen Han's eyes, he was just a little follower who came and went when called upon.

Can be discarded at any time.

Song Jiu was stunned. The mission had finally made some progress, could it just be ruined?

"I'm sorry, classmate Lin. If nothing happens in the future, don't come to me. Let bygones be bygones."

In front of the target, Song Jiu made up his mind and expressed his position.

Then he walked to Shen Han, lowered his head and grabbed his sleeve, like a child who made a mistake.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly and he whispered softly: "It's time to eat, Shen... Shen Han."

There is a hint of begging in the ending, which is soft and warm, like a deer hitting the apex of the heart.

Shen Han's ears twitched slightly. He never knew that someone would pronounce his name so beautifully.

The boy could always extinguish the fire in his heart inadvertently, leaving only full of love.

As if he had found a treasure, Shen Han chuckled softly, took his little follower and walked out.

When he was about to disappear around the corner, he seemed to glance behind him inadvertently.

It was a face that was distorted to the point of deformation, and the resentment in the boy's eyes was unmistakable.

Jealousy can always change a person beyond recognition.

Night falls.

The study time passed quickly, and the fourth quarter evening self-study was over in a blink of an eye.

On the way back to the dormitory, Song Jiu hugged the book and followed Shen Han cautiously.

He was taken into the dormitory.

The two of them sat at the desk.

The boy took out a notebook from the drawer and moved it to him.

Song Jiu was a little confused and looked through it briefly.

It contains various types of advanced math questions, along with handwritten tips and tricks. The thinking is unique and very comprehensive.

The handwriting is flying and phoenix dancing, which is quite the style of everyone.

It's hot summer, and even at night, the room is a bit stuffy.

Song Jiu was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

Notes on high math competition questions!

He actually forgot that this problem existed.

Song Jiu panicked, and the fingertips holding the paper turned white because of too much force.

The boy didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him, and his expression remained calm: "Don't you want to borrow your advanced math notes? Why do you want me to give them to you?"

It was just a cover to get closer to the target. How could Song Jiu remember it?

Besides, neither of them mentioned it these days. He thought Shen Han had forgotten it a long time ago, but unexpectedly, he remembered it clearly.