When Yu Chengsong came out of Yu Chengdi’s room, he ran into his mother, who was coming out of the kitchen with milk.
His mother glanced at him and hurried into the master bedroom without saying a word.
It seems that the conversation just now was of great help. At least he can sleep well tonight.
But it’s a pity that he plans to stay up late today.
The first monthly exam will start next Monday. During the eighth classes he stayed in the office, Lao Li almost pulled his ear and yelled at him, telling him to stop playing and study hard for the next two days.
He has to say it several times before every exam, as if he doesn’t know how to review if he doesn’t say it.
Yu Chengsong pulled out a chair and sat in front of the desk. He first took out a white notebook to write down tonight’s study tasks. After finishing, he read it from the beginning to make sure that it was clear and there were no loopholes before he took out a math exercise book and started writing.
The cover of exercise book 53 is filled with all kinds of questions when opened. Some are single questions cut out and pasted on, and some are just a page torn from other exercise books and pasted on. Yu Chengsong turned the plain 53 into a notebook, filled with all kinds of typical questions, wrong questions, and additional questions, and there is a tendency for the book to explode.
He pulled out a piece of A4 paper and started to calculate. The characters he wrote were particularly beautiful. Each horizontal and vertical stroke was stiff and sharp, and the strokes connected naturally and casually. Any single character that comes out could be entered into a calligraphy competition and could even win first or second prize.
But this kind of chic font has a drawback, that is, a bunch of words put together look very messy, and it is better to have ugly words written stroke by stroke.
His Chinese teacher called him several times because of this and asked him to make some changes, but Yu Chengsong’s words made the Chinese teacher become autistic, and he never cared about him again.
“Teacher, I didn’t write this to look good, I just wrote it to show off.”
He took a sip of water, spent an hour reviewing the comprehensive science course, and then took out the Mathematics 53 account book and started reading it.
In fact, there was no need for Lao Li to worry about him. Even if he didn’t review for the exam in the next two days, his results wouldn’t fluctuate either because he didn’t fall behind in normal times.
There is a group of people who deliberately slack off in class at school, study secretly at home, and then surprise everyone in the exam hall like this.
There are two prerequisites for being this kind of person.
First of all, you need to have a smart brain so that you have enough ability to learn on your own.
Secondly, you must have an unwavering determination to ensure your efficiency in studying at home.
Once you have both of these, you can start showing off.
Yu Chengsong, who had been pretending to be cool from preschool to his second year of high school, yawned, put on his earphones and listened to a song during the halftime break.
“Young enough to be as straightforward as a wafer no matter who you meet, living half a day is like living a million years…”
He tapped the table with his fingers to the rhythm of the music and casually opened his moment, doing his routine and boring inspection.
The first three were all selling cosmetics. Yu Chengsong had no impression of the names in the notes, so they should be his junior high school classmates.
He deleted the friends in order, and the fourth message was sent by Zhou Zheyu.
-Shocked my whole family, Brother Song is no longer single!
“F*ck.” Yu Chengsong laughed, he used him to meet KPI again.
The comment section was quite lively, with people asking Zhou Zheyu who he was dating, and Zhou Zheyu shamelessly replied one by one.
-Who else besides me?
He got a row of neat comments like “Go to hell with the clickbait.”
Yu Chengsong slid down again and paused.
Yin Gu posted a photo an hour ago. It was a night scene. The angle and lighting were so professional that Yu Chengsong took a long time to realize that it was the scene of the old neighborhood opposite the school.
He rented the house there?
Yu Chengsong clicked on Yin Gu’s profile picture—it’s a photo of himself. Judging from the background, it was taken while he was squatting on the snow by the roadside. He was holding a dirty, fat orange dog, which was biting his finger with its mouth, looking very fierce in his arms.
The bite was so severe that blood came out. Has he been vaccinated?
Yu Chengsong thought divergently. There was a time when he went to the hospital to get a rabies vaccine just to pet stray cats. He had been on the buff for three years, and he was very careful about his life.
Yin Gu’s moments were not set to be visible for three days. It takes a long time to scroll down, and the contents are basically the same—they’re all photos.
There is scenery, as well as people, the most common being stray cats and dogs, but no selfies.
Pretty low-key.
Yu Chengsong took a look and then left. Yin Gu’s moment was even more fake than the image he showed in school and had no reference value.
He looked at the photo of the community with the caption “an accident occurred” and suddenly thought of something. It took him a long time to click “like” on the photo.
It was indeed an accident. He didn’t expect him to jump down from the alley and come to the rescue.
“En, thank you, teacher.” Yin Gu put the cell phone to his ear, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, and listened to Lao Li’s chatter patiently.
“There’s no need to say thanks. Why should you be polite to Teacher?” Lao Li said on the other end of the phone. “If you are not sure about the test next Monday, tomorrow is the weekend. I will go to your house and give you two make-up classes. I won’t charge you for it, I will just help you fill in the gaps.”
“I think there is still some assurance.” Yin Gu laughed. He felt uncomfortable just thinking about having a stranger in his house. “I’m used to studying alone. Don’t worry, I won’t hold the class back.”
“That’s not what I meant. Oh, forget it… How have you been getting along with Yu Chengsong these past two days? Have you encountered any problems that are inconvenient to talk to him about? You can tell me, and I’ll tell him. Yu Chengsong—this kid is pretty easy to get along with. If I told him, he would give me face.” Lao Li said.
“Not yet.” Yin Gu said. “He’s a nice guy.”
“Then that’s good, then that’s good.” Lao Li breathed a sigh of relief.
“Teacher, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go review first.” Yin Gu interrupted him before he started his speech on the next unit, using the same reason that teachers and parents of all ages would accept—I want to study.
As expected, Lao Li didn’t say anything else. He hung up after chatting for a few sentences.
Only then did Yin Gu put the half-burnt cigarette into his mouth and take the first puff.
School has already started for two days already ah…
He exhaled smoke and, surprisingly, did not feel the discomfort he had expected, at least not at school.
It seems that the environment does affect people. The simple folk customs of the school made him simple as well. He couldn’t help it, even after leaving school. After finishing a cigarette, he didn’t choose to lie down and play with his phone. Instead, he got out of bed, took out the test paper from his schoolbag, clipped it on the mat, leaned against the head of the bed, and started writing under the yellowed old-fashioned light bulb.
After all, it was his first exam after transferring to this school. There was no reason for him not to study hard; otherwise, he would be unworthy of being called a “good boy” by his deskmate.
Yu Chengsong didn’t go to bed until two o’clock in the middle of the night. He slept a little longer in the morning. When he came out after washing up, his mother and her two little sons had already eaten.
No one in their family has the habit of sleeping in. His mother has been preparing dinner at 6:30 every day for more than ten years. Except for him, no one dares to get up late, otherwise, there will be another bloody storm.
You can’t change a mentally ill person. There are only two options left: either obey her or battle with her.
But Yu Chengsong was also tired of battling everyday, so he just thinks that his mother is invincible, and her temper gets worse and worse.
“The whole family is waiting for you to have dinner. You are already eighteen years old and still don’t know how to go to bed and get up early. You have no manners at all!” His mom glared at him.
Yu Chengsong lazily sat between his two younger brothers, served himself the meal, and drank half a glass of water before saying, “What’s the point of going to bed and getting up early? Can live a hundred years?”
He looked up and smiled at his mother. “Aren’t you afraid that you will die while I am still alive ah?”
“You will get your comeuppance sooner or later!” His mother said.
“Thank you for your words.” Yu Chengsong said as he took a bite of the fried beans, which tasted salty. “But I don’t have the habit of dying alone, and I don’t really want to die right now. So, I’ll have to find a substitute who is related by blood to deceive the King of Hell.”
His mother’s face turned ugly in an instant, and she subconsciously pulled Yu Chengyuan towards her.
The six-year-old kid looks neither like his father nor his mother. He is as fat as a meatball due to overnutrition. Even at such a young age, his eyes have the same mean and pretentious look as his mother. He also imitated his mother and glared at him.
Yu Chengsong was not angry at the little kid. He just pretended nothing happened and ate the beans with so much salt that they were a bit choked with relish.
This morning, their mother even fried a dish of yellow croaker, but Yu Chengsong couldn’t eat it. He has a very sensitive nose, and he can’t eat fish or shrimp unless the fishy smell is removed. It’s already amazing that his mother can fry the dish, let alone remove the fishy smell.
Who would have thought that he was the best cook in the family? Not to mention that he could open a restaurant, but at least after tasting the dish, Zhou Zheyu would kneeled down and begged him to make another dish for him again.
Unfortunately, his mother doesn’t let him cook because she was afraid he’ll poison the whole family and inherit the property.
Yu Chengsong is getting more and more distracted, and the plate of yellow croaker on the table was getting closer and closer to Yu Chengyuan. Finally Yu Chengdi had to stand up and reach for it.
“Pa!”
Yu Chengdi suddenly retracted his hand, two red marks were drawn from the back of his hand by chopsticks.
“Do you have any manners? Eat what’s in front of you!” Their mother withdrew her hand and put the plate in front of Yu Chengyuan.
Yu Chengyuan grabbed it directly and asked his mother to stop.
“Don’t worry, Yuanyuan. Mom will pick out the bones for you before you eat them.”
Yu Chengsong silently watched the big drama that had to be performed at least once every day. His mother’s expression changed so much that she could perform on stage.
“Mom, hurry up!” Yu Chengyuan wiped his mouth with an oily hand.
Yu Chengdi, the punching bag, was so angry that he was only eating the rice and didn’t eat a single bite of the vegetables.
Yu Chengsong felt that this morning was not good, it was a very bad one, especially after staying up all night and then seeing this scene, which made his patience turn to ashes, and he was also urinated on.
“Yuanyuan.” He said, looking at Yu Chengyuan with a smile. “Big brother wants to eat fish, can you give me one?”
“No! You’re not my brother!” Yu Chengyuan protected the plate, his childish voice sounding innocent.
“I’m not your brother?” Yu Chengsong nodded as if coaxing a child, “You’re right!”
His mother looked at him warily.
“Am I your brother?” After Yu Chengyuan, he smiled at Yu Chengdi, making the child’s scalps numb.
“…Yes.” Yu Chengdi took a bite of rice and said in a low voice with flexibility.
Yu Chengsong nodded with satisfaction, picked up the bowl, and suddenly kicked the table without warning. The bowl in front of Yu Chengyuan was shaken and rolled to the ground, breaking into pieces with a “snap.”
Their mother was about to explode when Yu Chengsong picked up the fried fish and threw the entire plate against the wall.
“Aiyou, I didn’t hold it firmly.”
“Yu Chengsong!”
“Waa—”
“Ai, Yuanyuan, don’t cry. Yuanyuan, don’t be afraid. Mommy is here.”
“You should have eaten well in the morning.” Yu Chengsong looked at the mother and son lazily. “Being angry can easily lead to sudden death.”
His mother picked up her bowl and pretended to smash him.
Yu Chengsong pointed with his chopsticks and said with a smile, “Believe it or not, I can poke him blind.”
“You’ve gone crazy!” His mother screamed sharply.
Yu Chengsong was used to it and was no longer shocked that his mother even believed such things.
He didn’t say anything else, and his mother carried Yu Chengyuan and quickly returned to the room.
Yu Chengsong crossed his legs, took the braised drumsticks that were placed in front of Yu Chengyuan, and ate one in front of Yu Chengdi’s hungry eyes.
It’s really thin and tastes bad.
Yu Chengsong wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, turned around, and asked knowingly, “Want it?”
“Don’t want!” Yu Chengdi stuffed rice into his mouth viciously.
Yu Chengsong was amused by this little idiot for a long time and finally pushed the plate towards him and said wickedly, “Eat, little beggar.”
Yu Chengdi was so angry that he wanted to bite someone, but after glaring at his elder brother for a long time, he finally picked up the drumstick and put it in his bowl, then took a hard bite.
Really fragrance.
