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After a big meal, Lin Feng was forced to work hard.

Lin Feng Xu thought Shen Yang was a Chinese teacher who could only tutor him in liberal arts courses, but he didn't want Shen Yang to know anything but give birth to children.

"No, your understanding is very problematic! For the translation of this section of ancient poetry, you can read the notes at the bottom of the book

"How do you solve this quadratic function? Look at this parabola. It looks so beautiful. You can't figure out the coordinates of the vertices. Don't you feel sorry for it? "

How many times have I told you that the conditional adverbial clause guided by if should be subjunctive. Have you memorized the subjunctive mood in the past, now and in the future

"This philosophy is very profound! Do you understand materialism and idealism? "

"You see, option a doesn't match the meaning of the question, option B doesn't conform to historical facts, option D has nothing to do with this question, so choose C."

"Your geography is OK, isn't it that the geography teacher said you were cute, you secretly studied on my back last night?"

After several consecutive days of study, Lin Feng Xu is no longer that young boy with light in his eyes and a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes.

He was dazzled by learning, and his face was washed away by lead.

It's terrible.

At noon on Saturday, Lin fengxu was sitting on the bench waiting for Shen Yang with a copy of "high school must recite ancient poetry and prose". He was still thinking, how did he become like this?

Before this time, he should have been lying in bed after lunch playing mobile phone, and three or five classmates friends about a game after waking up.

Instead of sitting here waiting for Shen Yang and Liu He to discuss business, take him out to dinner, and go to the city library to study.

Lin fengxu almost doubted life.

After a few minutes, Shen Yang came out.

It's 12 o'clock now. It's not long after the last class.

Shen Yang takes the book back from Lin fengxu's hand and holds it.

He asked the blind boy, "are you hungry?"

The boy with no eyes shook his head and did not speak.

Shen Yang looked around and there was no one nearby.

So he put the book on the bench, raised his hands and patted Lin fengxu's face and rubbed it by the way.

Lin fengxu's skin is very good and feels very smooth.

"Come back quickly." Shen Yang held his face in both hands. "If we're not hungry, we'll go to the canteen first. Director Liu asked me to give something to the canteen owner. Let's go first. If you're not very hungry, we'll go out for dinner later."

Lin fengxu was kneaded by Shen Yang and finally came back to his senses. He blinked his eyes, but did not speak. He just nodded.

Looking at Lin fengxu like this, Shen Yang can't help but sigh in his heart that learning really makes his head bald.

At this point in time, there is no one on the main school road.

The last class on Saturday morning ends at 11:30. Most of the students who live in the school are eating in the canteen. Other day students who should leave have already left.

Shen Yang saw that there was no one on the main road, and Lin fengxu was really stupid. He simply grasped Lin fengxu's hand and led him to the direction of the canteen.

During the week when Lin fengxu studied hard, the temperature gradually warmed up.

Camphor trees on the main road of the campus are full of green leaves, and the streets are full of leaves swept aside.

Shen Yang leads Lin fengxu forward, the breeze is just right, the youth is rippling in time.