Take down that Alpha school grass

Chapter 37 Milk

Chen Weiwan came out with warm milk, Lin Moci hurriedly reached out to take it, but he blocked it with his hand, and insisted on feeding the cup to his mouth.

His cup was raised high, perhaps because he had never served anyone before and didn't know the angle of the cup, Lin Moci could only barely raise his head to reach the edge of the cup, and drank in small sips, like a puppy going to add water dripping from the eaves, his collar was always loose It fell to the edge of the shoulder, showing the delicate collarbone of a young man.

Chen Weiwan watched him drink the milk intently the whole time, and seemed to be squinting because he didn't wear glasses. After he finished drinking, he reached out and wiped off the milky white mark left on the corner of his mouth for him.

The milk got on his fingers, but he didn't want to wipe it off for a while, and his expression was a little complicated.

His action was too imaginative, Lin Moci subconsciously dodged after he touched the corner of his mouth, and was caught off guard by Chen Weiwan's hand stretched out to strangle the back of his neck. He was so hot that he grabbed Chen Weiwan's waist Wrist said: "What's wrong..."

The atmosphere seemed to become subtle for a while.

Chen Weiwan's eyes were deep and quiet, with an inexplicable sense of aggression. After a while, he let go of his hands and said, "I thought there were bugs on you, but I was wrong."

Lin Moci seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "You don't wear glasses, it's normal to see wrongly."

He was a little confused again: Why is this man with [-] degrees of myopia so precise when grabbing his neck?

"Is it good?" Chen Weiwan asked suddenly.

Lin Moci didn't respond: "What?"

Chen Weiwan pointed to his moist lips: "Milk."

"Oh..." Lin Moci nodded, touched the place that Chen Weiwan touched just now, "It's delicious."

Chen Weiwan picked up the cup and went to the kitchen to wash it, and left a sentence to him: "I left a new toothbrush for you, go to my room after brushing, there is a desk in that room."

Lin Moci obediently went to the bathroom sink to wash. After brushing his teeth, he limped to Chen Weiwan's room on crutches.

The door was not closed, but he still stood stubbornly at the door and shouted, "I'm coming in."

Chen Weiwan didn't speak, Lin Moci jumped in cheekily, and saw Chen Weiwan sitting at the desk, packing up the test papers.

He slowly squirmed to Chen Weiwan's side, and asked flatteringly, "This student master, is there any learning materials you can share with me?"

Chen Weiwan dug out a set of materials and handed them to him: "I just found out this, I used it a long time ago, you should read it first, and then do some exercises."

"What is this?" Lin Moci looked at the stack of neatly stapled A4 papers in his hand, "Ah, math?"

Chen Weiwan pointed with a pen: "I've seen your previous test papers, and you basically don't know anything. From now on, you have to listen carefully in class during the day, and I'll take you to make up for it from Chapter 1 after class."

Lin Moci nodded while holding the documents, looked at Chen Weiwan who put on his glasses again and looked serious, and then looked at the table: "It's just a chair, where should I sit?"

Chen Weiwan stretched back a bit, swept over his body presumptuously through the glasses, tapped his fingers on his thigh, and smiled slightly between his brows, as if hinting.

"I'll go to another room to write." Lin Moci has been punished by him too many times before, and the memory of being carried on his lap by him in the music classroom is still very clear, and he will leave immediately on crutches. land.

"No need, I'll get you a stool." Chen Weiwan grabbed his hand, "There are no desks in other rooms."

Lin Moci hadn't adapted to the rhythm of leaning on crutches with one foot, but when he was pulled suddenly, his foot slipped, and he actually fell onto him and sat in his arms.

No matter how you look at this behavior, it looks like throwing yourself into your arms, Lin Moci suddenly felt at a loss: "I said I didn't do it on purpose, do you believe me?"

Chen Weiwan smiled: "Dare to seduce but dare not admit it?"

Lin Moci was a little ashamed, and immediately writhed to sit up, but Chen Weiwan held him down and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

Lin Moci didn't dare to move, he was flustered by Chen Weiwan's suddenly blunt gaze, so he could only sit stiffly on his lap, looking elsewhere indiscriminately.Until Chen Weiwan gently raised his hand to brush away his bangs, he subconsciously thought that the other party was going to kiss him, and closed his eyes nervously.

However, the other party just tapped him on the forehead and asked, "How did you get the scar between your eyebrows?"

"This... has a long history, and it's a long story." Lin Moci breathed a sigh of relief, moved a little, and carefully adjusted his sitting posture, "My dad also has the same one between his eyebrows. When I was young, I always I heard from my mother that it’s hereditary.”

"Is this not hereditary?" Chen Weiwan touched the faint scar again to confirm that it was not a birthmark.

"Well, I found out later that it wasn't genetic." Lin Moci curled his lips, "It was when I was less than one year old, because I was small and round, my dad used me as a racket to play table tennis with neighbors, Accidentally dropped me and left it behind."

Chen Weiwan: ......

He suddenly understood Lin Moci's sand sculpture behavior for no reason.

It turned out to be of the same origin.

He couldn't help asking again: "Then why does your father have eyebrows?"

"It's my grandpa. After he found out about this, he was so angry that he went to smash one with pliers in the same place on my dad's head in the middle of the night, saying that he wanted my dad to feel it too."

After talking about the incident with his filial son Lin Moci, he couldn't help but comment: "My father deserves it for the truth."

Chen Weiwan couldn't complain anymore.

He remembered the appearance of Lin's father he had seen, and he couldn't match that hero with Lin Moci's description.

"He only saw me a few times, and every time he almost lost his son." Lin Moci talked about the evil his father had done, and said angrily, "When I was three years old, he once I left the key at home and took the door out. As a result, I was knocked down by a big wooden board by the window. He heard the sound, broke in through the window in a hurry, stepped on the wooden board, almost crushed me, and walked around. Call me by name and ask me where I am."

"And when I was four years old, he took me on a bicycle and dropped me halfway, and then my grandpa walked along that trail for a long time before finding me."

Chen Weiwan: "...It's really hard for you to live so long."

"This is all when I was very young. When I was in elementary school, I thought that there was no such thing as my dad. I remembered it wrong." As he spoke, Lin Moci gritted his teeth first, and then felt a little nostalgic, "At that time My mother still has to go to work, and the one who loves me the most is my grandpa, he spends the most time playing with me and treats me very well, oh yes, I especially love the lily syrup he made, it is very sweet."

Seeing his slightly sad expression, Chen Weiwan seemed to understand something, and asked gently: "Then your grandpa..."

"He passed away." Lin Moci's eyes drooped and he didn't speak again.

He can no longer drink lily syrup, and most importantly, no one will help him when his father beats him.

Seeing his sad expression, Chen Weiwan rubbed his head and comforted him softly: "He just went to another place, you have to be happy to reassure him."

"I know."

Lin Moci nodded depressedly, Chen Weiwan picked him up and put him on the stool, then moved him and the stool inside, and said to him: "You sit here, write first, I will Go get yourself another one."

The A4 paper was spread on the table by Lin Moci. He sorted out his mood, picked out a black fountain pen, sat down seriously and began to read the explanation.

The above content is very basic, and it is still a simple content when he entered the first year of high school. He talked about various concepts related to collection. He followed the information, from the shallower to the deeper, and drew inferences from one instance, but he didn't feel sleepy.

After Chen Weiwan came back with a new stool, he was brushing some questions that were not in the category of high school as usual. Lin Moci glanced at him while reading the materials by himself, and asked curiously, "What exactly are you looking at?"

Chen Weiwan didn't reply to him, until he finished writing the whole big question with eloquence, he said: "Competition question."

Lin Moci nodded half-understood, remembered Director Yang's words, and asked him again: "Are you going to participate in the competition in the future? Is it for some special recruitment class?"

Chen Weiwan took a look at the materials he had read halfway through: "You complete all the questions in this material before correcting, and I will tell you."

"Okay..." Lin Moci patted his face and withdrew his attention, "Then can I ask a few more questions then?"

"I'll answer according to my mood." Chen Weiwan glanced at him with raised eyebrows, and smiled softly, "Learn quickly, a kid who wants to chase me but doesn't want to be a waste."

After he finished speaking, he continued to look at the test paper in front of him and carefully calculated. Lin Moci secretly glanced at Chen Weiwan, who was calm and focused beside him, and followed the outline of the other's beautiful side face with his eyes, feeling a slight itch in his heart. one time.

[The author has something to say: today's addition is slightly later, Ha Sao Ori]