Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 394 The Cold School Prince Is Affectionate (10)

"But why did that group of people go to that place to pretend to be ghosts? Did they really encounter some dirty creatures?"

“Well, some people believe this.”

"It's so exciting, how about we go to that place when we have time?"

"I'm afraid I'll have no time to play. Those school bullies are now in the psychiatric department of the hospital. The psychologist has also seen them, but he can't find any problems with them."

"Yeah, the incident with the school beauty and her henchman next door a month ago was also quite fantastic. I feel like there are monsters here."

"Don't say that. How could there be a monster? There must be a reason."

Song Taohan left after finishing his meal. He looked at his shoulder bag and it seemed that it was not good to carry the bag all the time. He discussed with the little angel and asked her to stay at home.

When he got home that day, Song Taohan told him his plan: "Yuxi, I plan to leave you at home and go to school by myself."

Gu Yuxi, who was playing with the flowers in the vase, looked up at the other person and asked again, "Are you sure you won't be bullied if you go out alone?"

"After these few days of martial arts training, I feel that I have gained some ability to protect myself. If I carry the painting with me all the time, it will attract attention. If I leave you in the classroom, I'm afraid someone will go through my things. You also said that I must integrate into this society and can't always be timid."

"you……"

Gu Yuxi also knew the other party's concerns and fell into deep thought. Finally, he said, "Then you should practice more in the next few days. If there are no problems, I will stay in the room and dictate the words for tonight first."

After practicing for almost three consecutive days, Song Taohan felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger. Finally, he left Gu Yuxi at home and went to school himself.

"Look, there is a top student in our class who is among the top 30 in the school."

"Let me see, stop pushing, let me see who can surpass all the top students."

"Wow, English 102, Chinese 105, Math 145, and the other subjects Physics, Politics, and Geography are also over 80."

"It turns out that some people have made progress, but I am still standing still."

"I was stepping backwards, and I don't know whether I was right or wrong in choosing the subject in the first place."

"There are more than 20 classes in the whole school. Those who choose history are very competitive. This is still better."

"Song Taohan, it turns out that I am not worthy. Others' scores are only one point away from 600. When will I get to 500?"

"You should read more books. It's your fault that you are busy having fun during the holidays."

"This score is nothing. I want to pursue the top class."

"That group of good students just went home and were busy playing. The results will soon return, and by then 600 will only rank in the top 100 in the entire school."

"We have different subject majors. You can't compare us with the liberal arts major, right? Otherwise, we can sit next to Song Taohan so that he can give us some math lessons."

Thinking of Song Taohan's face, everyone else shook their heads to refuse. It would be better to find someone else to tutor in math.

Song Taohan, who walked in from the back door, felt that everyone was looking at him strangely. He put down his schoolbag, held his breakfast in one hand and opened his English vocabulary book with the other.

The busy and fulfilling life of the second year of high school began. Song Taohan had always been a transparent person in the class. Except that his grades were top-notch among the group and he was often questioned by the teacher, he gradually got used to the stares of outsiders.

"If you have any math problems, go to Brother Han. Don't be fooled by his appearance. Improving your brain and mastering knowledge are the most important things."

"Dude, please explain this question to me. The class representative over there is asking for homework."

"Let me take a look."

After spending some time together, Song Taohan also integrated into the class, and the others started to interact with him after getting used to his appearance.

"So there is such a secret book. Who would go through all the trouble to learn it? Brother Han, you are really smart."

Seeing Song Taohan focusing on the questions of the Mathematical Olympiad League, the male classmate smiled and said: "Brother Han, you got the first place in the city in the second test this time. You must work hard to get the first place in the country. Then we will be the national champion classmates."

"We're still desk mates, but Xiao Song, you're amazing. All the top students can't compare to you. I think it's good to be good at one subject."

"Don't disturb my classmates doing their homework. If you don't have any questions, just go away."

"I have a problem and you're in the way."

If he could qualify for the Winter Camp of Mathematical Olympiad, Song Taohan knew that Gu Yuxi played a big role, otherwise he would not believe that he could get in with his last-place result in the preliminary round.

Song Taohan had a rare month off, and planned to pack a bag, leave out some of the paintings, and take Gu Yuxi to local tourist attractions.

"I think, therefore I am. Man is a thinking reed... Why is philosophy so troublesome? It's similar to metaphysics."

Song Taohan, wearing a hat and a mask, looked at Gu Yuxi who was still studying philosophical questions, and walked over to remind him: "Yuxi, didn't you say you wanted to go out for some fresh air? Today is my month-long holiday, so I'll go shopping with you."

"I don't want to go. The books in the paintings make me dizzy. I'm not in the mood until I figure it out."

"But I rarely have a vacation, I don't know when I'll have the next one..."

Gu Yuxi, who vaguely guessed a way out, interrupted Song Taohan and said, "Hanhan, you know I've always wanted to go out, but that means going out completely freely, not confined to the world in a painting."

"I know what you want. If you don't want to go out, forget it. I'll accompany you to look at these things." Song Taohan, who wanted to sit with Gu Yuxi, suggested.

Gu Yuxi, who was typing away on the keyboard to search for information, replied nonchalantly: "If you want to go out, just go out. Don't worry about me. No! I'll go look for it in the painting."

It was rare for him to have some free time, but in the past half month, Gu Yuxi often stayed in the painting and didn't come out. Even after asking him to practice martial arts at night, she still went into the painting. The sensitive Song Taohan felt abandoned.

He held the other person's hand, but he didn't want the other person to turn his head away. He asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"You...are you angry that I left you at home recently?"

"Angry? Why should I be angry? I'm angry because I can't leave that crappy painting, and you have to be busy with your studies. I can't just sit there with my legs crossed waiting for you, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'll help you find it when I have time. When I work hard and get the qualification for admission, I will definitely..."

Gu Yuxi was a little annoyed, and shook off the other person's hand, saying in a slightly anxious tone: "By the time you find the information, the daylily will be cold, and I'm still busy!"

Seeing Gu Yuxi disappear from his sight again with the book in her hand, Song Taohan felt that the communication between them was becoming less and less.

He once thought he was lucky, otherwise he would not have discovered the mystery in the painting. But now the angel in the painting begins to hate him. What should he do?

"Does she hate me?"

Thinking of this, Song Taohan lay on the desk, his arms resting on his hands, the light in his eyes slowly dimming...