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ShanHai High School 19

Celery, carrot, avocado, with orange, wanna drink?

In the early autumn drizzle, a rebel who wore short sleeves without an umbrella always had to pay a small price. Young Master Ji had a fever of 38 degrees that night and was lying on the bed weakly with an ice pack to cool down; also not interested in talking either.

Lin Jing came to visit the sick patient before going to bed, and comforted him, “You have a good rest tomorrow. I’ll bring back all the homework.”

Ji XingLing, “…”

With a thermometer dangled from his lips, he protested hoarsely, “This is so wrong. Is this how you visit a sick person ma?”

Lin Jing was pursing his lips, then touched Ji XingLing’s forehead with the back of his fingers, “Good night.”

“Wait a minute.” Ji XingLing sat up with support, “Tomorrow, Zheng BuFan will fill in for the sports events; you help me keep an eye on it.”

“Okay.” Lin Jing nodded and asked again, “Keep an eye on what? Is it to help you fill out and submit the entry form?”

“Keep an eye on them. Don’t let those bunch of bastards write groundlessly for me.” Ji XingLing laid back down, “the running, the high jump, the long jump or anything, you can help me pick one at will, up to two at the most. Last semester, I was also absent when I signed up, and I ended up filling up in a bunch.”

In ShanHai High School’s sports meeting, there were not only regular track and field, but also many inexplicable “fun” athletics that were not interesting at all, such as running with leggings and blindfolded dribbling. The original intention of the school leaders might have been to create the atmosphere, and then make everyone happy to win the award. Still, because the games were too outdated and very unsophisticated, every time, it must rely on a mandatory allocation that could barely fill the quota.

In fact, for activities such as sports events or school art festivals, the main active force was all the freshman students in high school, and there was definitely no time to participate for those in their third year of high school. At the same time, the high school sophomores had also entered a period of decline in interest. After the class meeting the next day, Zheng BuFan, the representative of the physical education class, took the registration form and wandered around through half of the class. He tried his best to fill it up, but he couldn’t successfully fill it; and finally moved his chair and sat in the sixth row, “Dude, can you also pick a game?”

“Let me take a look.” Lin Jing looked at the sign-up sheet. Seeing that the popular or simple track and field events above had already been filled out and were nearing completion. Zheng BuFan might really be at his wit’s end, so he could only go against his conscience to egg on his new classmates, “What do you think of this ball on the head running around in circles? I think it’s quite simple.”

Only the men’s 1500 meters were left in the remaining sports event, which looked a little more pleasing to the eye. Lin Jing helped fill in Ji XingLing’s name, “Okay, here it is.”

“Isn’t this Brother Xing? What about you?” Zheng BuFan clasped his fists with tears in his eyes, and switched over to get things done through the influence of selling miserable feelings, “Please, I beg you, sign up for a fun event ba, or you can persuade Brother Xing to sign up for one, just thinks of as saving my wretched life.”

“…Otherwise, this event then.” Lin Jing was a newcomer, and he didn’t want to appear too difficult to get along with, so he cooperatively chose a multi-person team to dribble. Although it must be pretty silly, but was not stupid and was not qualified to be called “interesting”. Zheng BuFan was satisfied with this, and continued to take the registration form to continue to fool others. Lin Jing photographed the track and field list and sent it to Ji XingLing, reporting the 1500-meter long-distance running.

Brother Xing: How about you?

Lin Jing was silent for a moment, and replied, ‘No, I didn’t sign up for anything.’

‘Never give someone a chance, hahahahahaha.’

When Lin Jing was filling out the registration form just now, he also paid particular attention to it, and found that the men’s 1500 meters and the multi-player dribbling started at about the same time. As we all know, in the track and field events, the running course was always more sensational and ardent, not to mention the athlete was Ji XingLing, who was tall, handsome, also as school grass, so theoretically, Lin Jing could make full use of the time when the eyes of the whole audience’s attention were attracted away. First, quietly completed the “fun” game, then quietly sneaked back, and finally smoothly blended into the men’s long-distance running cheering army – the plan was quite perfect and scientific, worthy of being Xueba, Brother Lin.

Ji XingLing’s cold had been mostly cured for the better. In the afternoon, he sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and called his uncle to report that the old trees on Zhiquan Road would bloom regardless of the season.

“Let me check… oh, that it’s a fan valley tree. It’s indeed somewhat aged.” Hu Lie said, “I’ll make an appointment with someone from the Municipal Council and move it back to Zhaoyao Mountain as soon as possible to live out his final years in peace there.”

Fan valley trees1could help novice drivers quickly recognize the road, and reduce traffic jams and accident rates of occurrence. In the era when GPS was underdeveloped, the Monster Management Committee would allocate a large number of special funds every year, to be used to research and cultivate fan valley trees. Later, as the navigation system became more and more advanced, these old trees disguised themselves as Chinese parasol trees (Firmiana simplex) or white pollars. They also migrated and moved back to their hometowns batch by batch – but occasionally, there were situations where fish that slipped through the net arose, such as this old, forgotten tree on Zhiquan Street. The senile grandfather tree, who had forgotten what it was, while dozed off in a daze, it had cast luminous starlight dream on the two teenagers under the tree.

In cities with monsters, you could encounter small surprises everywhere.

Jiang FenFang heard that Ji XingLing had a cold, so she had especially stewed a small cup of soup for him. Lin Jing bought some fruit and milk on the way from school, and carried it all together to 1301 in the evening.

Ji XingLing, “What’s with the way of veteran cadres in the 1980s visited the sick?”

“You complained that it’s not grand enough for me only to bring homework, didn’t you?” Lin Jing inserted the milk straw, “Get up, do your homework.”

Ji XingLing’s eyes widened, “Why do I still have to do my homework when I have a cold?”

Lin Jing looked puzzled, “Why don’t you have to do your homework when you have a cold?”

It might be because the other party’s question seemed too heartfelt. Young Master Ji was also taken aback for a moment, thinking that there was probably no such thing as “absence from the study due to illness” in the world of Xueba, so he gave up defending himself that “sick people need more rest”, so he was pulling off the quilt to get out of bed.

Lin Jing puckered up his lips in a smile, and handed the milk to him, “Hey, I’m joking.”

Ji XingLing sat on the edge of the bed with his slippers on, chest distressed, “I found out that you are really irritating.”

“Then you continue to sleep ba. I’m going home.” Lin Jing said, “I’ve marked the key points for the homework. You can just read it before class tomorrow.”

The clock on the wall had just reached nine o’clock, and there were still at least two or three hours before the sophomore’s bedtime. Ji XingLing was lying on the bed all day long, and was not sleepy at all. He walked to the desk with the milk in his mouth, and when he took a sip of it but felt that something was wrong, then he took a closer look at the packaging – Grow Happy Children’s Milk.

And with the addition of the deep-sea fish oil extract to help brain development, mom felt more at ease.

Little Teacher Lin was also relieved.

Young Master Ji made no comment on this kind of nasty taste. He threw the empty box into the trash can, then quickly looked through the homework brought by Lin Jing, and saw that there were a few sheets of A4 paper sandwiched inside, with the solution ideas had been written in a very shallow pencil. Hu MeiMei, who came in with cold medicine and water, was surprised to see her son doing the homework honestly, and even for a split moment, she wondered if he had burned out his brain. Of course, this kind of thought that wasn’t beneficial and conducive to the stability of the mother-son relationship must not be spoken, so she just asked lovingly, “Aren’t you going to sleep yet?”

“Mhm.” Ji XingLing checked the formula on his smartphone with a pen dangling in his mouth. Lin Jing’s problem-solving ideas were written very briefly, probably because he wanted the students to think for themselves. Still, after all, the level of the bottom of the grade was limited, and it wasn’t so easy to figure it out, so he sent a WeChat about the question to Little Teacher Lin.

Brother Xing: This question has to use the theorem of cosines, right?

Generally, when asking for help with questions like this, Lin Jing would reply very quickly, no more than ten minutes at the longest. However, this time entirely after half an hour, there was still no movement activity on the smartphone. Just when Young Master Ji sincerely doubted whether his smartphone was broken, Yu YiZhou was very good at picking the time to send a series of messages of love greetings.

Yu。: Have you recovered from your cold?

Yu。: Lao Song said that those who sign up for the event in sports meetings should focus on small training for a week.

Yu。: I heard Teacher Ning mention today that it seems that the classroom will be changed this week.

Yu。: What about people?

Yu。: My mother told you to drink more hot water.

Ji XingLing just finished a replied sentence, ‘Why the fuck are you talking so much nonsense lately?’. When he sent it out, he saw that the elders were drinking more hot water, which made him rush up to withdraw, and casually replied a few remarks perfunctorily, then returned to the main interface to take a look, and still had no reply from Lin Jing.

This was getting dull. Considering that Little Teacher Lin’s house may have just been disconnected from the Internet, Young Master Ji decided to give full play to his subjective initiatively. The teacher did not act; then I acted, so he picked up the exercise book and went out, “Mom, I will go to the next door to ask questions.”

Hu MeiMei was watching TV in the living room, “?”

Lin Jing had just finished taking a shower, and when he came to open the door, one hand was still wiping his wet hair.

“Hey, why didn’t you sleep?”

“Not very sleepy.” Ji XingLing explained, “I asked you about math on WeChat, but you didn’t answer me.”
“I didn’t look at my phone while doing the question.” Lin Jing moved sideways to let him in, “I’ll go to the kitchen to get a water bottle. You go and wait for me in the bedroom.”

For boys of this age, the rooms were almost the same. The only difference was between neatly clean and awfully messy. Little Teacher Lin obviously belongs to the former. He also obeyed his parents’ exhortations and placed some green plants on the bay window that are said to purify the air. The flowerpots all had different shapes, which were quite cute.

“Here.” Lin Jing brought him a glass of warm water and took a bottle of ice juice himself, “You have a bad throat, don’t drink it cold.”

Ji XingLing asked, “What devil color is your drink?”

“Celery, carrot, avocado, with orange. Do you want a drink, ma? I can put it at room temperature for you.”

Ji XingLing’s expression had frozen. To be honest, he felt that he might vomit here after drinking it.

“Thanks, not thirsty.”

The 1302’s desk was slightly smaller. Two people couldn’t be seated, one left and one right, but it was wide enough for two people to squeeze and sit abreast. Young Master Ji was sitting arrogantly, with two long legs kicking forward, twirling a pen with one hand, while putting the other hand on the back of the chair next to him, waiting boringly for a long time. Seeing that Lin Jing was still figuring out the same question, he snuggled over and asked, “Is it difficult?”

“Mhm.” His hair was almost half dry, and Lin Jing threw aside the towel hanging around his neck to the side. The familiar scent of the mountains, forests, and green grasses spread out again. Ji XingLing stretched out his hand and rubbed it troublesomely, “Ah, even you can’t do it. You said why on earth do you think Mr. Li has arranged these kinds of questions?”

“Who said I couldn’t.” Lin Jing glanced at him, “I already finished my homework.”

Ji XingLing failed to understand, “Then what are you doing in these five minutes?”

“I had already written you the solution to the problem before, but you didn’t understand it, didn’t you?” Lin Jing replied, “So I have been thinking about how to simplify the problem for the past five minutes. First, let you understand that ultimately the value of α is required. It has nothing to do with the cosine theorem.”

Ji XingLing, “…”

Brother Xing closed himself off then and there .

Lin Jing smiled and hooked his fingers, “Come here. I’ll explain to you.”

“I’ll listen no more!” The Xuezha’s dignity was very crusty and could be shattered with a single blow.

“Really not going to listen?”

“Not listening!”

“Listen ba, listen ba.”

“Not listening!”

“Ji XingLing, you don’t want to go too far.”

“…”

In the dead of night, 1302’s bedroom window shone with warm orangey-yellow light.

“Do you understand it now?”

“Mhm.”

“You understand it so quickly, Ji XingLing, you are so amazing.”

“…”

I beg you, Please shut up.

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Translator's Notes

  1. Fan Valley tree (迷榖 mí gǔ) – Migu is a kind of tree that grows on the Zhaoyao mountain, the shape is very similar to the structure of the tree, but the wood grain is black, and the light emitted by the flowers can shine brilliantly in all directions, so people wear their flowers as ornaments to prevent getting lost.