Chapter 8 Fright in the Internet Cafe

Except for the exam in the morning, the day passed peacefully.

Chen Zhihe's progress in reading became faster and faster, and he almost finished one-third of the thick "Ti Dian".

In fact, it makes sense if he thinks about it carefully. What he hopes is that the basic formulas, skills and problem-solving instincts are still there. With more than a week of intensive input, not only the missing foundation has been made up, but most of the decomposition ideas have also been gradually absorbed.

wake.

Maybe he didn't forget it, but his memory was sleeping. If he didn't use it, he would naturally fall asleep slowly. With high-intensity use, these memories would naturally wake up.

After dinner, Lin Qingxuan was called over by her English teacher, but Chen Zhihe didn't notice.

Arriving at the English teacher's office, Lin Qingxuan didn't think much about it.

As an English class representative, this is very normal.

However, the reason why the English teacher came to see her today was unusual.

"You and Chen Zhihe sit at the same table. Do you think he has been unusual recently?"

It depends on how you put it. If you compare it with last year, it would be too abnormal. After a few words in her mind, Lin Qingxuan came to her senses. It was probably because of this English test.

"There is nothing abnormal. Did he do well in this English test? I can prove that he did not cheat."

The English teacher took out two test papers and handed them to Lin Qingxuan, one was from Lin Qingxuan and the other was from Chen Zhihe.

"I'm relieved about your grades. This time I got 139." The English teacher said in a praising tone, "I also think it's impossible for him to cheat. I just came here to confirm."

Until now, the English teacher has not recovered. Although he already believes Chen Zhihe in his heart, he still feels a little unwilling.

In fact, she also knew that Chen Zhihe had scored higher than Lin Qingxuan in the exam and still submitted the paper in advance, so it was impossible to copy Lin Qingxuan. She only wanted to get the exact answer by asking Lin Qingxuan.

The English teacher's expression was a little complicated, a little frustrated, partly amazed, but mostly pleased, and said to Lin Qingxuan:

"That's it for now. It seems that he has really figured it out. You can also ask him for advice. Although I know that you don't have to take the college entrance examination, learning English is more important for you to go abroad."

After saying that, Lin Qingxuan was asked to leave.

…

"ding ding ding"

The bell rang at the end of evening self-study.

Everyone got up one after another, preparing to pack their things and prepare to leave the classroom.

Lin Qingxuan was carrying her schoolbag but still sitting in her seat.

"Go back together?"

Chen Zhihe, who was packing up his history textbooks and preparing to have a big fight in the evening, was a little unresponsive.

Looking at Lin Qingxuan, Chen Zhihe pointed at himself with a puzzled look. Seeing that Lin Qingxuan was still staring straight at him, he realized that she was talking to him.

"Okay." The girl took the initiative to make an appointment, and Chen Zhihe had no reason to refuse.

Seeing this scene, the two boys in the back row felt like they had seen a ghost.

In the morning, they heard Guo Li, the gossip queen in the class, saying that Lin Qingxuan and Chen Zhihe were together. They still didn't believe it. After all, they were watching from the back row. Although the two people in the front row talked a little more this semester, that's all.

That's all.

Now that they heard this conversation, the two of them looked at each other, and their hearts suddenly struck like a bolt of lightning - they really hooked up? And, was it the goddess who took the initiative?

Not paying attention to the mental activities of the cats and dogs behind them, Chen Zhihe and Lin Qingxuan walked out of the classroom together.

Along the way, Lin Qingxuan hesitated to speak. After leaving the school gate, she finally couldn't help it anymore.

"Last time you said you would tutor me for the TOEFL exam, does that still count?"

Chen Zhihe looked at Lin Qingxuan strangely, then seemed to have thought of something, laughed and said:

"Do you know my score for this exam? Of course it counts, but my fee is not low. After all, my time is very precious right now."

Chen Zhihe, who was short of money, had been waiting for this moment.

Lin Qingxuan listened, pursed her lips, and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she replied: "Don't worry, money is not a problem. However, if the effect is not good, it will be hard to get the money."

"Then don't worry, in order to thank you for your help last night, I can provide a free trial class first, and then you can make a decision. I have something to go to the Internet cafe tonight, and we will discuss this matter tomorrow morning."

After saying that, they arrived at the entrance of Dongpo Alley. Chen Zhihe was in a hurry to go to the Internet cafe, waved his hand, separated from Lin Qingxuan, and walked straight to the Internet cafe along the main path.

Looking at Chen Zhihe who was about to walk away, Lin Qingxuan didn't react a little. It's late at night, what need to go to the Internet cafe for something?

She felt her mind was a little confused.

Who are these people? At first they said they moved out of the dormitory to study, but now they just moved out and went to the Internet cafe?

Looking at the direction in which Chen Zhihe was walking away, a trace of disappointment flashed in Lin Qingxuan's eyes.

Then he walked towards the alley.

…

When she got home, she sat on the bed in a daze, Lin Qingxuan didn't know what she was thinking.

Thinking about Chen Zhihe?

Maybe.

She felt a little inexplicably sad.

This boy has the same confidence, composure, and concentration as her father. He is not pretending to be mature, but rather, even though he is dressed like a student, he exudes a strong sense of maturity in his actions.

For a little girl who has never experienced the world, this is simply deadly poison.

During this period, she approached Chen Zhihe intentionally or unintentionally, which was something she had never done before.

She was not looking forward to anything. She knew that she would soon go to the United States to reunite with her mother. She just instinctively wanted to get close to and get to know this boy.

only.

Just now.

When Chen Zhihe said that he was going to the Internet cafe, Lin Qingxuan felt very sad. It seemed that she was aggrieved or disappointed.

I don't know how much time passed, but Lin Qingxuan suddenly stood up. She didn't even wear a down jacket. She just put on a coat, picked up the keys and prepared to go out.

She decided.

She was going to the Internet cafe to see what Chen Zhihe was doing.

…

Walking alone on the road, Lin Qingxuan hesitated.

She suddenly regretted her recklessness.

Which Internet cafe did Chen Zhihe go to?

What does what he does have to do with her?

What could she do if she found him playing games or doing something else?

She felt that she was too impulsive.

A biting cold wind blew, and Lin Qingxuan shivered. Somehow, an inexplicable rebellion arose in her heart.

I just wanted to see what she was doing.

Gritting her teeth, Lin Qingxuan went straight to the Internet cafe closest to the school.

…

Arriving at the Internet cafe, Chen Zhihe walked towards the bar. Behind the bar was a young man who was playing games, holding a cigarette and staring at his messy yellow hair.

Internet cafes can only book nights after 11 o'clock, and it costs 10 yuan a night.

After handing Huang Mao ten yuan, he pulled out a stack of ID cards from the drawer, swiped them, and then handed Chen Zhihe a small note.

The boot account and password are written on the note.

Finding a corner in the private room, Chen Zhihe turned on the computer and entered his account and password. While waiting for the computer to boot, he took off his down jacket and put it on his body, freeing his hands from the thick down jacket.

Although it's a bit cold, why would you come to an Internet cafe if you're afraid of the cold?

Taking out the notes he had written on his laptop and opening Excel on his computer, Chen Zhihe started typing with his fingers.

…

Lin Qingxuan rushed into the Internet cafe and walked past row by row. The confined space was filled with a strong smell of smoke.

He covered his nose and frowned.

She rarely came to the Internet cafe. She only came once with her classmates and never came again.

Fortunately, the Internet cafe was not big and I couldn't find it in the lobby. Lin Qingxuan started searching in various private rooms.

In a private room inside, Lin Qingxuan finally found Chen Zhihe.

Lin Qingxuan walked gently into the private room and came behind Chen Zhihe without making any sound.

Looking at Chen Zhihe who was flipping through his notebook and typing in front of him, Lin Qingxuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I felt a little shy and timid for no reason.

What's wrong with me?

Why should I come to him?

Should I remind him that I'm here?

The courage I had when I went out disappeared at this moment, leaving only anxiety and random thoughts.

Lin Qingxuan stood quietly behind Chen Zhihe.

…

It feels like I haven't touched the keyboard in a long time, and my fingers don't quite follow the instructions.

But the inertia of consciousness forced his fingers to adapt to this unfamiliar inertia, and Chen Zhihe's fingers became numb.

However, the time at night is limited, and it is impossible to go back too late, otherwise you will definitely not be able to get up during the day, and people will not be able to bear it.

So typing must be fast.

Finally, I finished organizing the mind map I made on my notebook earlier. Looking at the results of a week and a half of organizing the book, I finished it in just over an hour. Chen Zhihe felt full of accomplishment.

It's just too cold.

Chen Zhihe planned to go back. He originally thought it would take a long time, but he underestimated his hand speed.

After rubbing his hands, Chen Zhihe pushed the chair back.

Suddenly, he felt something was not right, so he stood up and looked back.

He was shocked!

From the bright computer screen to the dark place, he didn't see anything clearly.

But he was very sure that there was a person behind him now.

A man with long hair.

"Fuck."

Chen Zhihe, who was in a daze after staying up late, almost couldn't breathe.

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