Sichuan restaurant.

Xia Zhixu swallowed, "Okay, then let's go here."

When the two of them went in, Xia Zhi and Xu knew that Xu Qichen would not take the initiative to order food, so he ordered a few more familiar dishes and ordered a stir-fried baby cabbage for himself.

As soon as the dishes came up, they were red, which made Xia Zhixu sweat on his forehead.

Xu Qichen was quite happy. Although he didn't smile on his face, he consciously took the chopsticks and tasted the spicy chicken.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing him nodding, Xia Zhixu also took the chopsticks. After hesitating for a long time, he only picked up one chopstick and cabbage. After chewing it for a while, his throat began to get angry. He plucked it on the plate and found several red dried pepper segments.

Why do you need to add chili to stir-fry vegetables?

Xia Zhixu poured himself a large glass of water and took another bite of rice.

Xu Qichen was eating so happily that he seemed particularly weak. In order to hide his guilt, Xia Zhixu was looking for topics, "Why do you like reading so much?"

Xu Qichen's mouth was stuffed like a little hamster. He could only say a huh, swallowed it and said, "It's okay, I just like words more."

"Writing?" Xia Zhixu supported his chin with his hands, "Why do you like words?"

Xu Qichen bit the tip of the chopsticks, thought for a while, and said, "Don't you think Chinese characters are the fairest words in the world?"

The most fair words... Xia Zhixu had never heard of this statement before. He asked with a smile, "Why do you say that?"

Xu Qichen gently tapped the table with the tail of the chopsticks, "Look, there is no distinction between collective and individual Chinese characters. Unlike English, they also need to transform verbs in singular and plural numbers. In Chinese, the subject never leaves the form of predicate. Thousands of troops can use the word "breaking" as predicate, and you can be alone."

When he said the word "can be" the corners of his mouth would rise, as if he was laughing. Xia Zhixu looked at Xu Qichen blankly. He finally understood that a person would really shine when he said what he loved.

His eyes drooped slightly, "I always feel that this will reduce a lot of loneliness, and there is no difference between a person and a lot of people."

Xia Zhixu looked at him in a daze, trying to say something but couldn't say it.

Xu Qichen had not noticed Xia Zhixu's abnormality yet. He opened the conversation and drew a square on the table with the tail of chopsticks dipped in water.

"And the structure of Chinese characters is also the fairest in the world, with ever-changing changes. Every stroke looks ostentatious, but in fact it is bound to an invisible circle. Whether it is a simple character or a character with extremely complex strokes, it can be placed in a square of the same size and looks very symmetrical. Moreover, only those who are familiar with Chinese culture can understand such beauty, otherwise every Chinese character is like a painting in their eyes, beautiful but difficult to copy."

Xia Zhixu agreed very much about this, "So in the eyes of Chinese people, Chinese characters are like vector images, but in the eyes of foreigners, Chinese characters become bitmaps."

The collision between science thinking and liberal arts thinking. Xu Qichen was stunned for a second, then laughed, "Your metaphor is really curious, but it's also appropriate."

Xia Zhixu was stunned.

The person sitting opposite was surrounded by the reverse flowing light, his eyes that had been hanging were slightly bent, and a gentle smile flowed out. The corners of his raised mouth would be slightly embedded in his soft and fair cheeks.

His eyes were like a sketching pen tip, and his rare smile was drawn little by little, so meticulous that he felt guilty.

"You look so good when you smile."

Consciousness is always one step later than the body, and it is not able to stop this sentence that should be used as [voice of the mind].

Xu Qichen was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips in a panic, lowered his head and grabbed two sips of the dish and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sure enough, it shouldn't be said.

The meal was not comfortable. Xia Zhixu, who was afraid of spicy food, ate a little, and his throat was dry and dull. While Xu Qichen was going to the bathroom, he called the waiter to settle the bill. When he went out, Xu Qichen found out, and was a little unhappy, "I want to give you at least half of the money."

Xia Zhixu pushed the cart, "I'm too lazy to count. You'll just treat me next time."

A person who is so talented in calculating that even the teacher admires him, he finds it troublesome to calculate the money for a meal. Xu Qichen silently said that there was a side dish restaurant next to him, so he said something to Xia Zhixu and ran in by himself.

After a while, Xia Zhixu saw him walk out of the store and handed him the ice milk in his hand.

"Hmm?" He was a little puzzled.

"Milk relieves spicy food." Xu Qichen glanced at Xia Zhixu's red lips and said lightly.

"Thanks."

After dinner, I walked around with Xu Qichen and went home. As soon as my mother Xia opened the door, she asked, "Did you parted so early? I thought I wouldn't go home for dinner."

Xia Zhixu was startled. He forgot the party with Chen Fang and others. He stammered and took out his cell phone. As soon as he turned off the flight mode, Chen Fang called in.

"Hello……"

"I'll go! What's wrong with you? Have you bought books and went to the United States? Your stomach hurts so much that it's so painful! I've called you for more than twenty phone calls but couldn't get through. Where did you go!"

Xia Zhixu covered the phone, glanced at Xia's mother with a suspicious look on her face, and slipped into her bedroom.

"No, I first went to buy books. I had a stomachache and went to the toilet. When I came out of the bookstore, I encountered someone robbing the bag. Then I rode a bike to help chase him. After finally chasing him, I subdued the thief with an uncle riding an electric bike. As a result, my phone fell out and broke when I was dealing with the thief. Then the policeman took us to record the records. I waited there for a long time before I came out. I repaired the phone for several hours, so I can only call now..."

The lies were made up so wonderful, Chen Fang asked suspiciously: "Really? Where are you now?"

"Mobile phone repair shop..." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Mama Xia shouting outside the bedroom, "Zhixun, do you want to eat dragon fruit!"

"You dare to lie to me!"

Xia Zhixu took his cell phone a little farther away, and when he had enough of it, he took it back, and said with a smile, "No, I just came back from the mobile phone store and am now at home..."

Chen Fang scolded him desperately. The next day, Xia Zhixu was forced to buy five pieces of cakes in the cake shop at the school gate according to his "compensation terms", and each piece of the girls at the last party was bought by Chen Fang several new sets of game skins.

Although the girls were dissatisfied with his failure to make an appointment, the most popular boy in the first grade was still very proud to give cakes in front of the whole class. While delivering the cakes, he said something to Xia Zhixu for a long time. Xia Zhixu smiled on the surface, but cursed Chen Fang over and over in his heart.

When the class bell rang, the girls finally felt willing to leave. Xia Zhixu gently kicked the chair in the front seat. Xu Qichen, who was sorting out notes, turned his head blankly and saw Xia Zhixu pointing to his desk, "Below."

"Hmm?" Xu Qichen frowned slightly, expressing confusion.

Xia Zhixu pointed at the waist again, "Low, look down."

Xu Qichen then lowered his head and saw Xia Zhixu handing him a box from under the table. He took the box with some confusion and opened it and saw that it was a delicate small cake inside.

The teacher walked in, Xu Qichen closed the box, put it in the drawer, leaned his back against the front of Xia Zhixu's desk, and asked in a low voice, "Why give it to me?"

Xia Zhixu whispered, "Thank you for your milk."

Xu Qichen thought for a long time before remembering the milk he bought for him yesterday. He pursed the corners of his raised lips and left the edge of the table in the back seat.

However, he didn't know that when Xia Zhixu bought the cake, he bent down and carefully selected the glass cabinet for a long time, and chose the most beautiful and delicious one and wrapped it with Xu Qichen. The girls' cakes were randomly selected and bought five yuan, which took less than two minutes in total.

Xia Zhixu wanted him to know about this difference, but he didn't want him to know about it.

The short holiday passed by and the tense high school life officially kicked off. Xia Zhixu, who could ride a bicycle to school, insisted on taking the bus every day. After a week or two, he gradually figured out the time point of Xu Qichen going to school every day, summarized the rules from his experience, and then waited for Xu Qichen at the bus stop on time and on time every day.

Until one day, he waited on the bus for a long time but didn't wait for him. He was almost late. During morning self-study, he happened to meet the English teacher who he liked to read the most.

"Don't think you have good grades and are unscrupulous. You are just in the first year of high school now, and everything is indefinite."

Xia Zhixu half lowered his head and swept his eyes through the classroom, and found that Xu Qichen had not arrived yet.

"Go in and stand, stand in your own position."

After a huh, he walked into the classroom in shame, glared at Chen Fang, who was almost grinning at his ears, and walked to his own position to stand.

The boy in the back seat also joked, "It just so happened that you blocked me. I haven't finished my math homework yet, and I'll make up for it now."

Xia Zhixu hung his head listlessly, looked at the English books on the table, and recited the text like chanting scriptures. When the English teacher turned around and walked to a group, Xia Zhixu poked Xu Qichen's shoulder with a pen.

"Where is Xu Qichen?"

"I don't know. When the teacher came in just now, the class monitor went up to say something to him. I guess he was asking Xu Qichen for leave."

"Oh." Xia Zhixu lowered his head again, found the place he had just read halfway through, and started reading again.

He regretted it a little. Why didn’t he ask Xu Qichen for contact information, mobile phone, WeChat, etc. during the holiday that day, so that he could contact him at any time and would not be stupid enough to wait there.

But he didn't let himself wait. Xia Zhixu suddenly realized this and felt even more frustrated.

He never said that he had to go to school with him. This was originally because he was self-indulgent. Even if he asked for a mobile phone number, he was not the head teacher. Why should Xu Qichen report to him in everything?

Alas, it’s really not easy to make friends. Xia Zhixu decided to treat Chen Fang better in the future. After all, when he was in elementary school, he took the initiative to make friends with him.

It was not until the last class in the morning that Xu Qichen returned to the classroom. It was the mathematics class. The math teacher, who was almost fifty, was drawing a picture on the blackboard with a triangle ruler. When he heard a report, he said without even replying: "Enter."

Xu Qichen walked into the classroom under the gaze of the whole class. When Xia Zhixu, who felt bored in mathematics class, was turning his pen in his hand, he suddenly fell on the table.

It turned out that he was going to get the plaster.

The deskmate stood up and gave Xu Qichen a seat. He grabbed his left arm with his right hand and came in to sit down.

Xia Zhixu gently kicked his chair with his feet and asked in a low voice, "Have you gone to the hospital?"

Xu Qichen nodded with his back to him.

Xia Zhixu wanted to tell him that he was waiting for him to come this morning and was punished to stand for him late, but as soon as he spoke, he was called by the math teacher who turned over, "Xia Zhixu, why are you stretching your neck?"

"I didn't do anything." Xia Zhixu slowly retracted, "Teacher, my neck is uncomfortable, turn it around."

"Stop turning, come up and do this for me."

Xia Zhixu said angrily and walked up. He didn't listen to the class at all. He stood in front of the blackboard with chalk and looked at it.

There is a big question about functions on the blackboard, and there are three small questions. Just the question is written half of the blackboard.

"Didn't you listen?" The math teacher pushed his glasses and looked at Xia Zhixu, "I knew that class was not good..."

"Teacher." Xia Zhixu interrupted him, "Your condition for the question..." He didn't finish his words, and walked up with chalk, changed the definition domain (0,1) in the question to (0,1], and then began to solve the problem.

When the math teacher saw him correcting the question, he frowned and looked at the blackboard, then lowered his head to flip through the lesson plan on the podium. Before he could find out, Xia Zhixu had finished writing the answer.

He smiled and put the chalk back on the podium, "The teacher must have written the conditions like this to test me, right?"

The math teacher cleared his throat and looked at the blackboard again, "Yes, the condition is a little question I have hidden, it depends on whether you can find it. OK, go back and listen to the class carefully."
To be continued...