In the third-grade classroom of Zongwu High School, Chen Feng lay on the table with a look of impossibility, and felt dizzy when he looked at the writing on the blackboard of the teacher's ancient text on the blackboard.

"Is this thing really learned?!"

Unwillingly roared in his heart, Chen Feng worked hard to cheer up, desperately looking at the knowledge taught by the ancient Chinese teacher.

If a person can enjoy a subject, then the learning time of this subject will become extremely rapid, but if there is no interest in it... the result will be just the opposite.

It started one afternoon in the days of the year.

Because the teacher of the home economics class fell ill, this class was taken over by the ancient Chinese teacher who happened to have a class in the afternoon.

The get out of class bell rang, and the students in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief. Not only Chen Feng, who has no interest in ancient Chinese nor any basic foundation, felt tormented. These students who had received ancient Chinese education since childhood felt more and more boring.

Snapped--

The black ballpoint pen nib clicked on his notebook, and Yukino looked at the notes on his desk with satisfaction.

Well, comprehensive and detailed!

Bai Nen raised her little hand, and Xue Naixue's white neck was immediately exposed to the air, and she stretched out comfortably.

But when she looked back, she found that Chen Feng was lying on the table with a deadly look, and her eyes became extremely hollow.

Chapter 14 At least, it existed

"Ugh……"

I have been classmates with Chen Feng for most of the semester. Xuenao knows that Chen Feng’s class in which he never fishes is an ancient Chinese class, but every time she goes to see Chen Feng secretly, Chen Feng always has a stone in her mouth that can’t be swallowed. Expressions.

She likes traditional literature very much, and sometimes she even looks for ancient Chinese books without modern Japanese translation, so there is no difficulty in ancient Chinese. On the contrary, sometimes she will point out ancient Chinese mercilessly in class. The teacher's mistakes can be regarded as adding a touch of popularity to the unpopular ancient Chinese teacher.

With a light sigh, Xue Na picked up her notebook and walked to Chen Feng's side, while Chen Feng still stared at the blackboard with a confused expression, looking completely different from usual.

It can be regarded as a scene that others can't see.

So comforting herself in her heart, Xue Nai stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Chen Feng.

"Don't be in a daze, get out of class is over now."

"Oh...huh? Are you down?"

Chen Feng calmed down, looked at the podium where the teacher had long been gone, and said with complex expression, "This thing is really tormenting."

Xue Na moved a chair from her side, sat on it upright, and asked incomprehensibly:

"You don't like this thing, why don't you give up completely like them? What's more, you don't lack this point, right?"

"No, absolutely not."

Mentioning his own principles, Chen Feng firmly shook his head, "It is challenging to do what you can't do. People who give up only because of difficulties rather than hopelessness are cowards."

He has always hated three kinds of people the most. The first is people who don't understand kindness, the second is people who can't figure out their position, and the third is people who give up easily.

"Oh, is that so?"

Xuenai nodded slightly: "Lend my notes to you after school, and remember to return them to me tomorrow."

"Can."

Since entering the third grade with Xuexia Xuenai, Xuenao has been perfecting his ancient writing notes for himself. He doesn't know why the other party wants to do this. Is it just because everyone is a good friend?

She obviously doesn't need this kind of thing.

Ever since Xue Nai lent a note to Chen Feng for the first time, Chen Feng discovered that the note was not quite right, because the ink from the beginning to the end of the entire note was in a new and brand-new state, and it was not written for long at all. For a while, Yukino also rarely used some foundation to cover up the fatigue on his face.

Obviously that note made him a new result overnight, but she didn't say a word about it, as if she didn't care at all.

The two were silent for a long time, and Xue Nao's fingers trembled slightly while holding the novel, and the gesture of bowing his head remained motionless, but his eyes seemed to be glancing upwards.

"recently, I am busy?"

There is no need for Xue Nai to say that Chen Feng knows what the other party is referring to. She must be asking so much because she has asked for a lot of leave these days.

"It was really busy. I was asked to go to Tokyo first, and then I came back to deal with Ray's contract."

Yukino didn't know about Reggie's drawing comics, and her speed of turning pages slowed down.

"What contract?"

"Ray's comics." Chen Feng replied comfortably: "The kid said that I had worked too long and wanted to do something to subsidize the family. This can be encouraged, but I think I can still hold it."

"..."

Xue Nai pursed her mouth and closed the book in her hand, "I appreciate this approach, and ray is right, Chen Feng, you have worked too long."

As long as Yukino can rely on her strength to comply with laws and regulations to self-reliance, she believes that she is a great person. Regardless of the other's age, gender, family... and other factors, she feels that this behavior is very commendable.

"Knowledge in books is not learned for the sake of learning. It is the development result that is most in line with the entire history of mankind to survive in society."

"That's why I went with her to negotiate the contract, didn't I?"

The two smiled at each other, and the corners of Xue Nai's mouth raised slightly.

"So try your best to pay attention to your body. I'll leave when class is about to go."

Putting the chair back to its original position, Yukino returned to the front seat with a back figure.

Aloof, icy, and even exuding a sense of warmth in Yukino, who is not allowed to enter the body, these changes...probably all originated from that time.

Chen Feng didn't know why Xuenai was so concerned about his learning of ancient Chinese. In fact, these were some of his usual behaviors that Xuenai saw in his eyes.

Sometimes when Xuenai turned her head, she would see Chen Feng using messy building blocks or buckballs to build a building, but more often Xuenai saw Chen Feng holding some ancient Chinese exercises and books in other classes. As if seeing his own shadow, the shadow that would never admit defeat.

Xue Nai remembered the time for Chen Feng. She found that Chen Feng would spend at least 3 hours in school every day learning ancient Chinese that she didn’t like. If she was purely passionate, she would definitely not be able to do such a thing, let alone do it. Keep this habit for so long in a row.

It's true that Chen Feng sometimes makes some major incidents in school, but if you analyze it carefully, Chen Feng will never take the initiative to provoke other students except for the heavy hand.

Some things he did may be difficult to understand from an ordinary person's perspective, but some of his reactions in Xueno's eyes actually made her feel a little distressed for this man who has always been stern-faced.

A fleeting panic on the face after being interrupted while concentrating on doing things; a defensive posture when someone suddenly approaches; a vigilance from all directions when walking in public; immediately after being awakened during a lunch break Sober appearance...

She had doubted more than once whether the original dream was true, but whenever she tried to dig something out of Chen Feng’s mouth, Chen Feng looked confused and behaved as if it was really just her own. A dream.

That girl named Chen Xin, that life-and-death battle...

Everything is so real that it makes her feel like she is on the scene every time she thinks about it.

Seeing him struggling in front of the ancient writings but unwilling to give up, it seemed to coincide with the shadow in the dream that relied on the terrifying will to charge toward the enemy even if he was wounded.