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He heard Yan Shen calling Mr. Yan, and also called Mr. Yan. Seeing that the young man had no objection, he pulled Shi Liang and sat down beside Shen Chi's seat.

Today is about sentence tenses. He used to spend money to go to a cram school in the provincial capital to study. He studied in pieces and never focused on explaining the tenses. The young man summed up the sixteen tenses on a table. , the vague knowledge points suddenly come to light.

Zhuangzhou's hand for taking notes never stopped. When he was resting, he stopped and said to Shen Chi, "PUBG has an updated version, and new guns have been released. Can your hand be used now?"

Shen Chi looked at his wrist. After nearly two months of treatment, the pain was gone, but the doctor still advised him to rest for more than half a year. Hearing Zhuangzhou's words fluttered: "It's not that you can't fight."

Just as Zhuangzhou was about to make an appointment for a game, the young man's eyes looked over, and he couldn't help shivering: "I remember seeing it on the Internet, tenosynovitis still needs more rest, and we will play after the college entrance examination."

After he finished speaking, the cold gaze disappeared, and the young man's expression was still gentle.

In the next time, Zhuangzhou did not dare to mention the word game, and sat up straight and listened to the lecture carefully, let alone distracted.

Perhaps it was because of the class, time passed so fast, and it was dinner time in the blink of an eye. A steaming picture of Oden popped up in Shen Chi's mind, his stomach grunted softly, and he subconsciously wrote the word Oden in the exercise book.

Before he could cross out the word, Yan Xueyiao rolled the book and tapped on his furry head, realizing that the boy who was found hurriedly concentrated on the problem.

After the class, Yan Shen stood up from the chair and bowed silently, Zhuang Zhou and Shi Liang hugged their schoolbags and said goodbye: "Goodbye Teacher Yan."

After the three of them left, Yan Xueyiao walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients, while Shen Chi washed the vegetables: "What do you want to eat today?"

The young man said lightly, "Oden."

Shen Chi's hand washing the dishes was probably his own delusion, as if Yan Xuexiao would remember every word he said.

Zhuangzhou stepped out of the door and pressed the elevator, and suddenly found that he forgot to take his notebook. He asked Shi Liang to hold the elevator, ran back to the door and knocked on the door: "Shen Chi, I—"

The door opened.

It was not Shen Chi who opened the door, but the unsmiling teacher Yan during class. The young man wore a light-colored plaid apron, as if he had glimpsed some kind of secret. Zhuangzhou swallowed half of what he said and closed the door actively.

*

Yancheng, Yan's residence.

Secretary Yin accompanied Yan Zhao into the study. Different from the clock-beating Chen Ding imagined by outsiders, the furnishings in Yan Zhao's study were all half-old, but the calligraphy and paintings on the walls were all made by everyone.

"Just saw Zhang Sheng's face."

Yan Zhao opened his mouth.

"Uncle Gao's son and nephew from the countryside will leave when they see Uncle Gao." Secretary Yin replied respectfully, knowing that Yan Zhao was suspicious by nature and never had strangers in the family.

Yan Zhao thought about it, sat on the chair and asked, "Have you found it?"

"I found it." Secretary Yin handed an unopened document to the Shen wooden table and organized the language, "Xue Xiao appeared at Yancheng Airport, had a secret visit with a teenager in Biancheng, and lives in the same a house."

Turning over Shen Chi's information on the desk, looking at the red-haired boy, Yan Zhao, who was always happy and angry, frowned into a deep Sichuan character, obviously extremely dissatisfied.

Secretary Yin, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but muttered in his heart. It was the first time he saw Yan Zhao's expression, as if his own Chinese cabbage had been bullied.

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Chapter 70

In the trash cans abandoned in the border town, the smell of rotting food permeates. A bloody hand fell out, was covered in layers of garbage, and was then covered by wind and snow.

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Time passed unknowingly, Shen Chi finished learning English grammar, the original complicated grammar formed a clear framework in his mind, and any long and difficult sentences could quickly reflect the grammatical structure.

However, the problem is that the reading speed is slow. Normally, a reading only takes seven minutes, but it takes him a full ten minutes.

"Remember grammar, then forget."

When Yan Xuexiao said this to him, he still didn't understand what it meant, but immersed himself in reading, he gradually developed a sense of language, and could reflect the meaning of a sentence without thinking, and the reading speed increased from ten minutes to five minutes.

During the winter vacation, he had to finish all the courses, and there was no time for the simulation. The practice questions were far too difficult for him to take the exam. He didn't know his level.

During the break, he wrote ancient poems silently on the white paper, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and Zhuang Zhou asked curiously, "How do you write so well?"

The teenager turned out a densely written copybook of "Ancient Poems for High School Students" from the bottom of the exercise book: "Write five pages a day."

"I'll let it go."

He is not as fast as Shen Chi, who does not have enough time to endorse and do homework every day. It is too extravagant for him to take time out to practice calligraphy.

However, he also saw that Shen Chi really wanted to take the Yanda University entrance examination. There was no paper score in the strict sense of the college entrance examination, but a good handwriting was undoubtedly a bonus, and Shen Chi didn't want to lose a single point.

Zhuangzhou looked at the neat and handsome handwriting of the young man, conscious of his closeness, and asked in a low voice, "Can you write a letter for me?"

The young man didn't raise his eyes: "No."

Zhuangzhou was not surprised by this answer. He speculated on Shen Chi's preferences and said, "I'll buy you a strawberry-flavored cake tomorrow."