Zhang Xuan left the classroom crying. Before going out, the girl with her good relationship was constantly comforting Zhang Xuan.

"Oh, stop crying, isn't it just Duan Chen who returned the neutral pen you gave him?"

"Duan Shen has so many pens, so there must be too many. You don't need it! Xuanxuan, don't cry, don't cry..."

Lin Mo's words "How could it be you" were not loud, and they were not heard by Zhang Xuan and his group of people walking out of the front door. The sports committee member heard it and pointed at Lin Mo and asked Duan Chen in a daze.

"Boss Duan, you know the new classmates from our class?"

Duan Chen looked at Lin Mo with dark eyes. The girl seemed a little nervous. She didn't walk to her seat for a long time and stood at the door stupidly. He turned around and took out the books from his schoolbag and changed some textbooks.

The voice was cold and quiet,

"Yeah, I know."

"Don't you go to physical education classes?"

The Sports Commission realized that it had been five minutes since class. If he didn't go on, the Sports Commission might be scolded. He urged Lin Mo to find a leave note. Lin Mo also came back to his senses and walked into the classroom with his head down.

Walked to your desk.

The boy was standing next to her, with a cotton T-shirt in her school uniform, emitting a faint smell of laundry detergent. Lin Mo pulled open the zipper of her schoolbag that had been soaked in milk tea. The milk tea stains had dried up and were sticky in her palms. She flipped through a few times and then found a fake note, turned around and handed it to the sports committee.

The Sports Committee stepped forward to take it, looked over Lin Mo's body, and smiled at Duan Chen behind her,

"Boss Duan is going to continue to go to the Olympics?"

"Um."

"You won't come back, just come and tell our class that it's impossible to get physical..."

"Well. Teacher Ding has something to do, let me come over and say something."

"Oh, I said, Ding Dayan is not the instructor of the Olympic Games. Logically speaking, if it has something to do with your Olympic Games, it won't be his turn to skip class!"

Lin Mo stood by the table with his head down. He didn't know where to go for a long time. After asking for leave, she had to stay in the classroom, but she couldn't sit back in the seat because her pants were still wet.

She wanted to find a place to shake her clothes, but what should she use...

The Sports Committee exchanged a few greetings with the boy beside her and waved his hands downstairs. Lin Mo heard Duan Chen at the table seem to have zipped the schoolbag, and picked up the bag as if he was about to leave. She planned to wait until the classroom was gone, and stood in the balcony and let the wind and sunshine outside blow dry the water stains on her pants.

Someone was there, and finally exposed the pants with a lot of water behind his butt, and he felt a little embarrassed...

However, Duan Chen, who had packed his schoolbag, did not leave immediately.

Lin Mo pressed his fingers on the table, fiddling with a corner of the page, sliding up and twisting it open, thinking in his heart why this person hasn't left yet. The corner of the book is almost rubbed by her, and he is getting more and more impatient.

Suddenly, a sound of walking around came from behind. Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his back slightly, and waited for the man to go out of the classroom.

The back was gently patted.

Lin Mo's body trembled violently. He turned his head to look at the person behind him. Duan Chen, who was carrying a bag, lowered his head calmly and looked at Lin Mo's wet pants.

Opening,

“There is a hair dryer in the lounge in the Physical Olympics.”

"Well……"

"You go over and blow it."

After the boy finished speaking, he walked towards the door without looking back. He spoke in a quiet manner, but his voice revealed irresistible oppression.

Lin Mo was still standing there. Duan Chen walked to the door and saw that Lin Mo was stunned for a long time without moving. He stopped and turned his head, raised his eyebrows.

"Why, do you want me to carry you over?"

“Like… it was like… during the summer vacation?”

*

A month ago.

Lin Mo's physics grades are really bad. How bad are they? She can't even understand the acceleration of the two books she studied in the first year of high school. Her grades are ranked 1,900 on campus every time.

There are a total of 2,000 students in the east and west campuses of No. 1 Middle School.

Lin's father transferred Lin Mo to the science class, but his science grades were too poor and he would not be able to keep up. So after confirming that there was no problem with the transfer, he found a senior physics teacher for Lin Mo to make up for Lin Mo.

The old teacher used to be a top 5 professor in China. He went abroad for exchanges a few years ago, but he only came back last year. He stopped doing academic work and started a company to do business.

Lin Mo's father didn't know what method he used, but he could actually invite the academic master to guide Lin Mo's physics. Lin Mo had just had a lot of trouble with his family that time, and it was really painful to force him to change things. She had no intention of studying at all, but her parents' tough attitude forced her to bow her head and compromise.

The professor's home is in the Linhai Villa Garden, Bishan, City A. The house is large and there is a swimming pool. Lin Mo has to carry his schoolbag to the professor's home to study physics every other day. The old professor is very kind, and Lin Mo affectionately calls him "Uncle Yu".

The study place is in the small attic on the top floor of Uncle Yu’s house. Professor Yu’s wife is a university music teacher and can practice piano downstairs. In order not to disturb Mrs. Yu, Lin Mo would go to the attic to make up for classes every time he came.

In the huge villa, Professor Yu and his wife lived with two or three servants. Lin Mo was not interested in the professor's family life. At that time, she was not in the mood to look at the teacher's home. She was dizzy when listening to the class every day, and she had to nervously ask her parents' questions after returning home.

One day in mid-August, I don’t know if it was the seventh or eighth tutoring session, Lin Mo was alone in front of the table in the attic staring at the formula of potential energy friction acceleration on the small blackboard, and was stunned.

Suddenly I heard a "clang" sound downstairs.

Professor Yu and Mrs. Yu had something to do, so let's go out for the time being. There were only Lin Mo and the cleaner in the villa. Lin Mo heard the noise and was worried that it was a thief, so he put down his pen and went to the third floor.

She was wearing disposable slippers. It happened that the aunt had just cleaned the ground that day, and the stairs were very slippery. Lin Mo held the wall and went downstairs, and the soles of her feet were empty.

Gudong--

Slide down the stairs.

It was impartial and just hit a hard body.

Lin Mo thought it was an aunt, so he quickly said sorry and rubbed his head that was hit with his hands. It was mid-August, and the hottest days of the year, Lin Mo only wore a wide black T-shirt with hot pants on the base of his thighs. The girl's slender and fair thighs knelt on both sides of the man's waist.

The person on the floor moved his neck, as if he was raising his hands, and his fingers with distinct joints lifted Lin Mo's long hair scattered down.

The calm voice, the calm breath, the faint smile vaguely in the pronunciation,

"This is the first time I have seen a fairy descending from the sky."

Lin Mo was stunned, and his face suddenly became "swish" and a blush stained the edge of his ears.

The boy lying on the ground was silent for a moment, his eyes were deep sea, and his smile flashed. He looked up at Lin Mo who was standing above his arms and stood dumbly. After a while, he asked softly,

"Are we going to sit here for an afternoon in this position?"

The boy said it was heartless, but the girl's heartbeat was accelerating when she heard it. Lin Mo quickly stood up in a panic and straightened her waist.

Suddenly I found that my feet seemed to be twisting.

“…”

"My feet seem...a little hurt."

Later, Lin Mo learned that the boy was Professor Yu's genius son, but he only knew that he was Professor Yu's child, so the rest did not ask any more questions. The boy knew that Lin Mo was following his father to make up for the first grade physics, pulled a can of ice water from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa, put his elbows in front of his knees, and asked Lin Mo with a smile,

"Oh, it turns out you are the little fool my dad taught."

“…”

The boy looked really good when he smiled, as if the wind blowing in spring was rippling the hearts of a girl of seventeen or eighteen. Lin Mo lowered his head, and of course he was a little embarrassed when he was laughed at. She stood on the floor and wanted to get up and go back to the attic to do the questions.

"I still have some questions to do, and I have to finish the homework assigned by Teacher Yu..."

Lin Mo limped towards the stairs, his feet hurt very much, and it took a lot of effort to walk one step. As soon as he reached the center of the living room, a lot of effort suddenly passed by behind him.

He picked her up directly in the waist.

The boy hugged her horizontally to the attic. Before Lin Mo could recover, he looked down at the exercise book in front of Lin Mo.

He pointed at the top question and tapped it twice in a rhythmic manner.

"The first question is completely wrong."

Lin Mo: “…”

...

Lin Mo always remembers that she first met a boy at Professor Yu’s house that day. Her tutoring days were very hard in the future. It seemed that this was the first time that the boy had seen such an inexperienced person in science. Whenever Professor Yu went downstairs to do some rest, the boy would appear in the attic with an ice water cup, pulling open the chair opposite Lin Mo to grab Lin Mo’s homework.

I looked at the questions one by one, and asked Lin Mo to point out where he came from and where he was wrong.

"No wonder my father's hair has almost lost in the past half month."

"I never saw him so worried before, I took a doctoral student."

Lin Mo was already frustrated, and his head was tortured by physics questions. There were people on the other side who were talking sarcastic and instantly became angry, but it was also hindered that this was at other people's house. He could not treat his son as big or small.

So I could only cover the remaining homework book with my arms and hide in a corner of the table.

Never thought that this boy who teased her, an August, was actually a god-like existence in the first year of high school in the first year of high school.

Duan Chen.

Each grade of No. 1 Middle School is divided into four grade departments, two of the east and west campuses, and the east campus is rich, so each grade department is divided into a separate building.

Three departments, one building, four departments and one building, which is far apart, and students from two levels of the department are almost unable to meet each other. The ranking of the monthly exam final exam is posted in the lobby of the first floor of the teaching building. Lin Mo rarely walked through the main gate of the teaching building in his first year of high school, so he basically couldn't see the overall ranking of the monthly exam grades.

The name "Duan Chen" seems to have been heard several times. When the girls in the class chattered and discussed which boy was handsome in school, Lin Mo didn't take it seriously. After going to high school, his life was messy and he didn't have the intention to think about gossip news.

Duan Chen took Lin Mo to the building opposite the four departments. It is said that the building is full of classrooms for students in Olympiads. National gold medals in the college entrance examination Olympics can be recommended to top domestic universities. No. 1 Middle School in City A has to come out for many students in Olympiads every year.

It was Lin Mo's first time entering the Olympic Games Tower, and he was shocked by the comprehensive facilities inside. No. 1 Middle School is super rich, and the East Campus is even more treasury. In order to cultivate the top students of the Olympic Games, he simply built a "villa" for these geniuses.
To be continued...