MMB Chapter 122 I am his sister!
Chapter 122 I am his sister!
The bell signaling the end of math class was like a lifeline.
Lu Xu put down the chalk and said "get out of class dismissed," and the whole class breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Zhao Qihang had already stood up with the basketball in his arms. He pushed the chair back, making a creaking sound as it scraped against the floor.
"Come on, let's go play ball." He patted Chen Xu on the shoulder. "Song Huan, hurry up."
Song Huan nodded. "Coming right away."
He had just stood up when his collar was grabbed.
Turning her head, Xiao Yunqing was holding a pen and staring at the math test paper.
For the last big question, I wrote three lines, crossed them out, and drew two question marks next to them.
"I don't know how to do this question." She pushed the test paper towards him. "Could you explain it to me?"
Without a second thought, Song Huan sat down.
"You can't even answer this question?"
Xiao Yunqing pinched him.
I pinched my arm with my fingers and twisted it—not hard, but very precise.
Song Huan dodged with a grin, pulled the test paper over, and looked down at the questions.
"Take a look." He took her pen and drew a line on the draft paper. "The solution to this problem is very simple. Just draw an auxiliary line at the beginning."
How did you know to add guide lines?
"because……"
"What's this?" she asked, pointing to the formula on the paper.
"The formula."
How did you know to use this formula?
Song Huan glanced at her.
She was staring at the paper, her brow furrowed, the tip of her pen touching the draft paper, making a small black dot.
"Because the question provides this condition."
He pointed to the question stem with the tip of his pen, "See? This number, substitute it in, and you get this formula."
Xiao Yunqing stared at the line of text for three seconds, then said "Oh".
He continued writing, but after two steps, he stopped.
"Do you understand?"
"Understood."
"You know nothing." Song Huan crossed out the previous step. "I misspoke."
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
He laughed so hard his shoulders twitched, but he quickly suppressed it and put on a serious face.
Song Huan rewrote it, this time more slowly, pausing after each step to glance at her.
She nodded, and he continued.
She frowned, and he repeated himself.
When it was the sixth time he said it, Xiao Yunqing finally nodded, nodding very forcefully.
"Do you really understand?"
"I understand now."
"Then say it again."
Xiao Yunqing picked up the pen and rewrote it on the draft paper.
He spoke as he wrote, his voice not loud, but very earnest.
I paused when I got to the third step, gritted my teeth, thought for a while, and then continued.
She finished writing and looked up.
Song Huan nodded.
"Okay, I'm going down to play ball."
He stood up, and the chair slid back a little.
Xiao Yunqing called out from behind, "Did you bring the water?"
Song Huan took the water glass out of the drawer, shook it, and found it was empty.
"I'll go down and buy one."
Xiao Yunqing reached into her bag, took out a bottle of milk, and handed it to her, saying, "Drink this."
"OK."
Song Huan took it and ran outside.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor, then faded into the distance.
Zhou Shan turned around, leaned on Xiao Yunqing's table, and rested her chin on her arm.
"Now I finally understand why you dared to choose science even though you're not good at it."
Xiao Yunqing blushed.
She pulled the test paper over, flipped to the page with the wrong questions, and copied that question onto it.
The writing was slow and neat, with each step clearly written and annotations marked in red next to it.
After copying, she closed the notebook of incorrect questions and put it in the drawer.
"Let's go to PE class."
During PE class, a row of girls sat under the shade of a tree.
The sun hung overhead, and the white lines on the playground reflected the light.
The boys ran on the court, their sneakers screeching against the ground with a sharp, short sound.
Song Huan ran back and forth on the court. He had just received a pass from Zhao Qihang, dribbled for two steps, and then jumped up to shoot.
The ball bounced off the rim and rolled in.
He turned and ran back, a small patch of his school uniform soaked with sweat and stuck to his back.
Under the shade of the tree, several girls' eyes followed him.
"That Song Huan is quite good-looking."
"He's not the kind of handsome that's conventionally good-looking, but he's very pleasant to look at."
"Yes, that's the feeling."
"He seems to have excellent grades too?"
"He got first place in the class placement exam."
"Really?"
"It's true, Teacher Lu said in the office that his grades were good enough for the top class, but he did poorly in Chinese."
A girl lowered her head and rubbed her fingers on a mineral water bottle.
The girl next to her gave her a push, saying, "Go if you want to."
She stood up, clutching the bottle of water in her hand, her face flushed.
Upon seeing this, Zhou Shan immediately looked at Xiao Yunqing.
Xiao Yunqing sat at the edge of the shade of the tree, holding a water glass in her hand. She unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and then screwed it back on.
She watched the girl walk towards the edge of the court, clutching her water bottle tightly.
The girl walked to the edge of the court, stood outside the boundary line, and waited.
Song Huan ran out from under the basket and was walking this way.
The girl took a step forward and handed over the water.
"Song Huantong..."
Before he could even reach out, another hand reached out from the side and caught the water.
Xiao Yunqing stood there, clutching the bottle of water in her hand, her expression indifferent.
He's not thirsty.
The girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "I...I'm giving this to..."
"He won't drink this." Xiao Yunqing shoved the water bottle back into her hand, the movement light but decisive.
The girl's face turned red, and several girls next to her stood up and looked in their direction.
"Who are you?" another girl's voice rose a half octave. "It's not for you."
Xiao Yunqing looked at her.
"I am his sister."
The voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear: "I said I won't let him date, and I won't let him date."
The girl stood there, clutching her water bottle, unsure of what to say.
On the court, Zhao Qihang shouted, "Song Huan, catch the ball!" Song Huan ran over, not noticing this side.
The ball was passed to him, he caught it, dribbled for two steps, and then jumped to shoot.
The ball grazed the rim and went in.
He turned and ran back. As he passed the shade of a tree, he saw Xiao Yunqing standing there, clutching her water cup in her hand.
A girl was standing next to him, her face turning red and then pale.
He paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him, but stared at the girl.
The girl lowered her head, turned and walked away quickly.
Xiao Yunqing turned around and put the water glass into his hand.
"Drink water."
Song Huan took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. The water was warm, not cold.
"What does she want from you?"
"Nothing." Xiao Yunqing turned and walked into the shade of the tree, her ponytail swinging.
Song Huan stood there, watching her retreating figure. Zhao Qihang shouted from the other side, "Hurry up, hurry up!" He turned back and ran onto the court.
Under the shade of the tree, the girls had already sat back down, and no one spoke.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the far side, her physics textbook spread out on her lap, flipping to the chapter she hadn't finished reading last time.
Zhou Shan sat next to her, watching her flip through two pages without absorbing a single word.
Zhou Shan didn't say anything, turned back, and stared at the playground.
On the court, Song Huan made another three-pointer.
Zhao Qihang ran over and gave him a high five, his voice crisp and clear.
Xiao Yunqing raised her head and glanced in that direction.
The sunlight shone on him as he smiled and spoke to Zhao Qihang, sweat dripping from his forehead, which he wiped with his sleeve.
She looked at it for a while, then lowered her head and continued flipping through her textbook.