Bite Your Fingertips

After drinking half a cup of black-bone chicken soup, Lu Shi pulled out a notebook with a light blue cover from the collection of questions on hand, and handed it to Chu Yu, "Look."

Confused, Chu Yu took it and opened it. The more he looked back, the wider his eyes opened.

After quickly turning over a dozen pages, he turned to Lu suddenly, "This is—"

"Didn't you say you want to try it?"

"You last night—"

Lu Shi's expression was faint, "I can't sleep, it's so boring, I have to find something to do."

Chu Yu was speechless for a while.

In the notebook, there are a series of more than twenty pages of review materials, and each word is handwritten.

The knowledge points are divided into categories and clearly organized. There are question types below each point, as well as specific solutions, precautions, and even the function graphs next to them are drawn extremely standard.

The handwriting on the paper is neat, and there is a sharp beauty in the middle.

He didn't know how long it took Lu Shi to sort out these knowledge points and question types, and how much effort it took.

It came to mind again that last night, on the highway in the early morning, Lu Shi stopped the car, turned to look at him, and said, "I will help you, but no matter what the outcome is, you are not allowed to cry."

Lu Shi turned the pencil in his hand, "Look at it first. If you don't understand, just ask me."

Hearing this sentence, as if blood rushed out, Chu Yu was immediately full of confidence, "Okay!"

But the reality will always give people a head-on blow.

After spending most of the morning, Chu Yu finally read the twenty-odd pages of knowledge points.

He turned around and told him the back table, "I'm finished."

Lu Shi closed the problem set and asked him, "Why don't you understand?"

Chu Yu refers to the first page, "here."

Turned over two pages, "Here and here."

Turned another six pages, "Here,"

Finally turned to the penultimate page, "and here."

"Don't understand these?"

"No," Chu Yu was honest, "I don't understand anything except these."

Even Chu Yu himself felt that he was a vegetable chicken, but Lu Shi was not surprised at all.

He just tapped on the desk with a pencil and told Chu Yu, "Come to my dormitory at night and give you make-up lessons."

at night.

After taking a so-so shower, Chu Yu put on his pajamas, picked out a few best-looking pens, a few pages of printed draft paper and a notebook, and rushed to Lu Shi's bedroom.

With the two chairs side by side in front of the desk, Chu Yu consciously moved to the right, sat upright, and respectfully. When he watched the landing with a pair of light-colored eyes, the amber light inside seemed to be dangling and overflowing under the light of the desk lamp.

Lu Shi asked him, "So happy to make up lessons?"

"Happy!"

Chu Yu took out a glass bottle from his pocket again, inserted a straw and handed it to Lu Shi's mouth, "Today's third blood supplement oral liquid."

Lu Shi held his hand, lowered his head, bit the straw, and finished drinking.

Chu Yu got used to it, and when Lu Shi finished drinking, he threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

The two of them rubbed their shoulders and started to make up lessons.

It didn't take long for Chu Yu to discover that he could almost understand what Lu Shi said.

Fuck, is this the power of learning God?

Or, in fact, I am an extremely smart, talented and beautiful young genius, but I was delayed before?

He couldn't concentrate easily. After listening for a long time, he stared at the hand that pinched the pen when he landed and pointed out God.

"Chu Yu."

"what?"

Seeing that he was distracted, Lu Shi didn't talk about new knowledge. I took a book of exercises, opened it, picked up a pen, and ticked out 20 questions, "Done."

"it is good."

Seeing Lu Shi got up, Chu Yu asked quickly, "What about you?"

"I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I'm done."

The bedroom quieted down, only the sound of the pen rubbing on the paper.

Chu Yu finished the three questions in one go, and his sense of accomplishment was overwhelming.

He used to do mathematics, always, write the solution first, review the problem, not, write down the solution of a problem.

Or after the math test, other students are discussing whether to choose B or C for a certain question.

At this time, Chu Yu would fall into deep thinking—have I just seen this question? Have I really seen it? Did I not make the same set of papers as you guys?

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had risen to another higher realm-he not only knew these words, but also knew the meaning of these words together!

Chu Yu, you are amazing!

It was already more than an hour after the 20 questions that Lu Shi had checked out after earnestly finishing.

Chu Yu stretched out, put aside his pen, and turned to look at Lu Shi.

On the bed, with a thin light gray quilt spread, Lu Shi lay on his side in the direction of the desk, eyes closed.

A desk lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and the light range was limited. In the dim light, I could barely see Lu Shi's profile.

His complexion was cold and white, and his forehead had light blue blood vessels. When the eyes are closed, the tails of the eyes are narrow and long, and the eyelashes are hanging, thick and dense. The mountain roots are high, and the facial features are sharp.

He didn't sleep well the night before, and there was still a faint blue shadow under him. I don't know if he was dreaming, his eyebrows were frowned, and he looked unhappy.

When Lu Shi was asleep, his indifference and sharpness of the day were completely gone.

Even seemed mild and harmless.

Chu Yu squatted by the bed, staring at the landing for a moment.

Then he began to hesitate, as to whether to follow Lu Shi's words and finish the topic, just wake him up.

Chu Yu couldn't bear it.

He always felt that Lu Shi was carrying something very heavy on his body, which made him want to be happy but not happy. Only in sleep can you relieve the pressure and get a short respite.

Forget it.

When Chu Yu was not going to wake Lu up, let him sleep well and go back by himself.

As for blood-thirsty hunger and low-grade fever, forbearance is over.

Standing up, Chu Yu bent down again and gently pulled the quilt for Lu Shi.

I was about to close my hand, but my wrist was suddenly caught.

An enormous force pulled him down, unable to resist. Chu Yu lost his balance in an instant, fell on the bed unsteadily, and smashed his head against the pillow when he landed on the shoulder.

Lu Shi's voice was drowsy, his lips pressed against Chu Yu's ears, "Done?"

The warm breath brushed on the sensitive skin, numb and itchy.

Chu Yu trembled instinctively.

Without hearing the answer, Lu Shi half closed his eyelids, his eyes darkened, looking at Chu Yu, "Is that hungry?"

Then, Chu Yu felt that Lu Shi's slightly cool fingertips pressed against his lips, and he unconsciously wiped it on his lips.

Very itchy.

Chu Yu held his breath.

"Ok?"

Lu Shi's nasal voice was tired, seemingly impatient, urging.

Chu Yu awoke, subconsciously opened his lips slightly, and bit Lu Shi's fingertips.