Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 35

Brother Yi, thank you.

The mid-term exam is on November [-]th and [-]th.

Three days later, the results were posted.

Feng Zhuo didn't make it into the top 23, he was a little short, he was ranked 25th this time.

In fact, it has made great progress.

Feng Zhuo looked at his ranking and was a little dissatisfied.

He lay on the table sullenly, thinking about the letter in the hands of the head teacher.

Duan Yi is still the first in grade.

From the beginning to the present, the first phase of the assistance plan has been completed.

The most improved person in the class was Feng Zhuo, who rose directly from the bottom to the middle.

So this opportunity to realize his wish belongs to Duan Yi.

After Xiao Yuanqiu came back from the class teacher's office, he called Duan Yi: "Brother Yi, the old class asked you to go to the office."

"It must be about rewards."

"Crying with envy!"

"I don't know what wish the boss will make, I feel like he doesn't lack anything."

Only the three people who are close to Duan Yi know that Duan Yi will definitely get back the mobile phone with the chat records between him and his father.

At the door of the chemistry office, Duan Yi knocked on the door.

Yang Qijin's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Duan Yi pushed open the door and walked in, "Teacher."

Yang Qijin, who was working on the courseware, looked up at him, and asked with a smile: "Feng Zhuo, who was helped by you during this time, has improved the most. I came to you to find out what reward you want."

Duan Yi blurted out: "Feng Zhuo's grandma left the letter."

Yang Qijin didn't seem to expect that Duan Yi would ask for something related to Feng Zhuo.

He thought the kid would ask for the phone back.

Seeing Yang Qijin looking at him unexpectedly, Duan Yi said: "You didn't stipulate that you can't take other people's things."

Yang Qijin was helpless, it was his negligence.

"Why do you want this letter?" Yang Qijin asked.

Duan Yi didn't hide anything, and said truthfully, "Give it to him."

Yang Qijin asked again: "Don't you want to return your mobile phone?"

"Think," Duan Yi said confidently and firmly: "Next time."

Yang Qijin was amused, "The tone is not small."

"Feng Zhuo has already progressed to the middle level, and it will be difficult to make great progress." He reminded: "Feng Zhuo has to break into the top ten in the class, so you can get your phone back after the final exam."

Duan Yi nodded, "I know, he has the potential."

Yang Qijin smiled with some relief, he opened the locked drawer, took out a well-preserved letter from it, and handed it to Duan Yi.

"Thank you teacher." Duan Yi took the letter and thanked Yang Qijin.

Yang Qijin waved his hand at him, "Go, don't delay the next class."

The next section is physical education.

When Duan Yi returned to the classroom, there was no one in the classroom.

He clipped the letter into his tutorial book and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

When Duan Yi came to the playground, Li Dong, the sports committee, was organizing everyone to line up.

The physical education teacher stood there holding the form, and several mats were spread on the ground next to it.

Duan Yi walked into the team.

He is tall and he is the last one in the last row.

Feng Zhuo who was next to him whispered to him: "The physical education teacher said that this class will test sit-ups for 1 minute."

"How many can you make?" Feng Zhuo asked Duan Yi curiously.

Duan Yi glanced at him, thinking that this guy's self-healing ability is quite strong, obviously he was still depressed just now.

"I don't know," he said.

Feng Zhuo said a little proudly: "I'm very good at doing this, and I can get full marks."

"Oh," Duan Yi replied, "I can too."

Feng Zhuo said "Hey", "You just said that you don't know how many you can make."

At this moment, the physical education teacher sent a message: "A group of two people, one to help him press the feet, two people can lie on each mat, go there when you are ready, we will start testing."

Feng Zhuo is in a group with Duan Yi, and Yan Jia is in a group with Xiao Yuanqiu.

After a few rounds, Feng Zhuo was lying on the mat, and Duan Yi, as his teammate, wanted to help him hold his feet.

He half-kneeled in front of Feng Zhuo who was lying on his back with bent legs, holding his ankles with both hands.

After the P.E. teacher pinned the watch and said to start, Feng Zhuo began to lie down and do sit-ups together.

Every time Feng Zhuo sat up, the distance between the two of them would be shortened suddenly.

Duan Yi involuntarily held his breath.

But Feng Zhuo's breathing came down like a count, burning his cheeks hot.

Tang Mengdan and Xing Xiao, who had finished the test, stood arm in arm and watched others take the test.

The eyes of the two girls were always on Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi.

Feng Zhuo closed his eyes, doing sit-ups quickly with one mind.

Duan Yi just looked at him, and at the same time helped him silently count how many he made.

After half the time, Feng Zhuo suddenly forgot how many he had made, and he asked Duan Yi unsteadily, "Teacher Yi, how many did you have?"

"39, 40..." Duan Yi helped him count.

Feng Zhuo said, "I'm a little tired."

Duan Yi lightly threw out a sentence: "Just now I don't know who said, "I can get full marks." "

Feng Zhuo: "..."

He bit his lip, tried hard to resist the tiredness of his body, and continued to do sit-ups.

Xing Xiao tilted her head and whispered to Tang Mengdan: "The moment Feng Zhuo got up, they were so close!"

Tang Mengdan also laughed, "It's so good, it's so good!"

"I remembered that they secretly held hands that morning and looked at each other and smiled," she said to Xing Xiao in a low voice, "I think there must be something between them."

Xing Xiao laughed, "I think so too."

"Why is 1 minute so long!" Feng Zhuo wailed.

Duan Yi took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up, keep going."

Feng Zhuo called him: "Teacher Yi."

"what?"

"I'm so tired," he said.

Duan Yi snorted, "Feng Zhuo, don't make me look down on you."

Feng Zhuo replied to him: "I won't stop, I must, persevere until the end."

His breath was so short that he had to pause for a few words.

A few seconds later, he called again: "Teacher Yi."

Duan Yi: "What's the matter?"

Feng Zhuo said: "I can't do it anymore, you cheer me up."

It was as if Duan Yi was going to die if he didn't say cheer up.

Duan Yi even suspected that Feng Zhuo made so much preparation just to trick him into saying cheers.

He was speechless and paused for a moment. At the same time as the physical education teacher said "It's time", Duan Yi happened to say to Feng Zhuo: "Come on."

Feng Zhuo instantly fell on the mat, gasping for breath.

"How many did I make?" He sat up slowly and asked Duan Yi.

"60." Duan Yi kept counting for him.

Then, the two switched positions.

Duan Yi lay down on the mat, and Feng Zhuo helped him press his legs.

It seemed that Feng Zhuo's warmth still remained on the cushion, and as soon as Duan Yi lay down on it, the warmth invaded from his back, enveloping him.

He looked at the blue sky above his head, and the bright light fell, making him close his eyes involuntarily.

Before officially doing sit-ups, Duan Yi suddenly remembered something and said to Feng Zhuo: "Don't cheer me up for a while."

He didn't want to lose his momentum and strength in an instant by his "Come on duck" like the last sports meeting.

Feng Zhuo said "ah" in doubt, and asked, "Why?"

Duan Yi didn't answer him, just said: "In short, you are not allowed to talk, please be quiet."

"How can I count for you if I don't speak?" Feng Zhuo asked confidently.

"I can count myself." After Duan Yi finished speaking, he told him worriedly: "Don't make a sound, remember."

"Remember, remember." Feng Zhuo agreed.

Next, after the physical education teacher said to start, Duan Yi began to do sit-ups.

His speed is very fast, his movements are crisp and agile, and he does it effortlessly, and even looks extraordinarily relaxed.

It gradually slowed down in the later stage, but it didn't stop.

When there are still five seconds left, the physical education teacher reminds: "There are still five seconds."

Feng Zhuo forgot what Duan Yi told him, and blurted out: "Teacher Yi, come on!"

Duan Yi could have done two, but now he just lay on the mat and couldn't get up.

Forget it, we are only one short away from him, let him do it once.

He gasped and laughed, then sat up when the PE teacher said it was over.

It wasn't until Feng Zhuo shouted that he realized that he shouldn't be cheering him on.

He squatted in front of Duan Yi who was sitting on the mat, and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I forgot... When the teacher said that there were still five seconds left, he instinctively said "Come on."

Duan Yi put his hands on his knees, he looked up at Feng Zhuo, and asked with a half-smile: "Are you trying to trick me on purpose? I'm afraid I've done more than you."

Feng Zhuo was innocent and wronged: "Am I that kind of person?"

Duan Yi smiled at the beginning.

Feng Zhuo stood up first, and then stretched out his hand to Duan Yi.

Duan Yi handed him his hand, and he pulled him up.

The two went to record the results together.

The final score was 60 for Feng Zhuo and 59 for Duan Yi.

After school that day, Duan Yi followed Feng Zhuo back to Feng Zhuo's house.

Fearing that Feng Zhuo's mood would be fluctuated after reading the letter, Duan Yi didn't give it to him immediately.

After the two of them had dinner, Duan Yi did his homework with him, and then helped him with his lessons as usual.

After the remedial class was over, Feng Zhuo went to take a shower.

Duan Yi then took out the tutorial book from his schoolbag and took out the letter he asked for from the head teacher.

When Feng Zhuo came back in sweatpants and a hooded sweater, Duan Yi handed him the letter.

Feng Zhuo was stunned in front of him.

"What is this?" He stared at the envelope and asked uncertainly.

Duan Yi said, "A letter from your grandma."

He took Feng Zhuo's hand, put the letter in his hand, and whispered: "Put it away."

Feng Zhuo couldn't wait to open the envelope, and took out the letter paper from inside.

After a while, his eyes quickly turned red.

Duan Yi saw with his own eyes that Feng Zhuo was trying to suppress his emotions, but his hands were trembling slightly, his lips were bloodless, and tears were falling down disobediently.

Maybe because he felt ashamed to cry in front of him all the time, Feng Zhuo raised his hand and put the hood on his head, and then pulled the drawstring tight.

His entire face was hidden in the hood.

He stood in front of Duan Yi like this, holding two drawstrings in one hand, while the other hand holding the letter dropped down.

Shoulders shrugged.

"I know the child I raised, Zhuo Zhuo would not do such despicable and nasty things."

"Feng Zhuo is a kind and caring boy. He is very smart and sensible."

"I hope that the leaders and teachers will give this child a chance to continue his studies in No. [-] Middle School..."

Every word grandma wrote in the letter made Feng Zhuo's heart ache.

Duan Yi pursed his lips and looked at him with distressed eyes.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Feng Zhuo into his arms.

Feng Zhuo was even more wronged immediately, crying more and more fiercely.

He really didn't expect that Feng Zhuo, the handlebar, is actually a little crying bag.

Duan Yi doesn't know how to coax others, and he didn't say anything to comfort him.

Just hugging him quietly like this, giving him a hug where he can vent his emotions.

It took a long time for Feng Zhuo to slowly calm down.

He finally opened his mouth and said muffledly: "You took back my letter, what about your mobile phone?"

Duan Yi said: "I have already promised the class teacher that I will ask for my phone back after the final exam."

Before Feng Zhuo could react, he only said "Oh".

Duan Yi said again: "So you have to continue to improve and get into the top ten in the class in the final exam."

Feng Zhuo was dumbfounded, and suddenly raised his face, "Huh?"

Because the drawstring of the hood was still tight, he couldn't see Duan Yi at all.

Duan Yi raised his hand and loosened the drawstring of the hat that covered his entire face little by little, and took off the hood for him.

Feng Zhuo's red eyes from crying were exposed in front of him, along with the tear stains all over his face.

Duan Yi looked at him, resisting the urge to kiss his eyes, and pulled him into his arms again.

"Feng Zhuo," Duan Yi whispered in his ear, "Can you?"

"I can definitely do it," Feng Zhuo was aroused with enthusiasm, and he promised Duan Yi word by word: "Mr. Yi, I will let you get your phone back after the final exam."

Duan Yi curled his lips into a silent smile.

Then, he really felt that Feng Zhuo's hand landed on his waist.

Feng Zhuo tightened his arms and tightly wrapped around Duan Yi's waist.

He tilted his head slightly, and murmured on the side of Duan Yi's neck: "Brother Yi, thank you."

The warm breath of Feng Zhuo's words and breath fell on Duan Yi's neck.

Duan Yi silently curled up his fingers and clenched them tightly.

The heart in the chest was beating faster and faster out of control.

His Adam's apple slipped lightly, and a voice escaped from his throat restrainedly: "Mmm."