The Most Beautiful But The Hour Light - Chapter 52

The first period in the morning is math class.

At eight fifteen, as soon as the bell rang, the math teacher walked into the classroom. Eyes sweeping a week, she cast her eyes to a group, opened her mouth and asked, “Class president, what happened to the ones who didn’t come?”

Lu Chuan is bent over in the table hole looking for books, hear the words to get up and take a look, found also Chu Xiangdong’s seat empty, so directly back: “injured, today with his mother to go to the hospital to see, class teacher there asked for leave.”

“Injured?”

The math teacher did not seem to believe, half a long time, sighed and said: “All right, you sit down.”

Lu Chuan sat down and continued to look for math books in the table hole.

It was a long time before he thought he might have forgotten it at home and was quite depressed.

He is not a genius, the reason why he grew up with good grades, 20 percent because of smart, good memory, 80 percent of the reason must be attributed to the family. His mother Song Wan Yu, from a famous family in Shanghai, grew up being nurtured by the family, raised by grandfather and uncle together, open-minded, good natured; life style, but by the grandmother’s deep influence, traditional and old-fashioned.

She liked jade and jadeite, and loved to wear cheongsams, and after his birth, she was keen on raising her husband and children.

From childhood to adulthood, all aspects of his life were taken care of by his mother, practicing taekwondo or calligraphy, she accompanied him every time, learning to write and other serious matters, not to mention.

At first, he did not like to write homework, but his mother did not force him, playing with him during the day, and at night, sitting with him in the study, he wrote, she took the wool ball, sitting on another chair busy themselves. Perhaps because of the comfortable life since childhood, she likes to do those time-consuming fine work, knitting sweaters is one of them. I don’t know if it’s because of the tired eyes, in his second grade year, people to myopia.

The father and son went with her to get glasses, and when they came back, they were so upset that they refused to wear them, saying that they didn’t match her cheongsam.

After this, he would not leave his homework to be written at night, for fear that her vision would continue to decline, and then sad, with the same time, the playfulness was collected a lot, and he liked to see his mother’s smiling face as others complimented him.

Then later, she left, the one who supervised his homework became the old man.

The old man was old-fashioned and liked to ask him about his studies. If he finished his homework in school, it was just right, practicing, reading, reading newspapers, and playing chess and Tai Chi with him. His mind was not on that, and he had no choice but to excuse himself by doing his homework, and until now, his grades have been looking over his shoulder.

“No book?”

In the ear, suddenly came a female voice.

Like a dream, Lu Chuan raised his eyes to look at the past, after a pause, should: “Well.”

Jiang Yuan did not say anything else, raised his hand to push his math book a little inward, and placed it between the two.

Lu Chuan’s gaze fell on her hand.

The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

A hand, also this, thin and slender, skin tone glowing white, nails trimmed very clean, with a pink luster.

It seems to be aware that his gaze has been glued to it, her fingertips shrink, leaving the pages of the book.

Lu Chuan was amused by her action, one hand reached down to move the stool forward, shoulders tilted to her, the voice asked in a low voice: “Hey, what did you grow up eating? So white?”

Jiang Yuan: “……”

Being complimented on her whiteness, the average girl should be happy. She actually doesn’t like people talking about her looks, especially boys, so she didn’t even raise her eyelids, and only whispered, “Class is in session, don’t talk.”

Lu Chuan raised his hand and touched his nose, and asked again, “Have you been like this since you were a child?”

“?”

Jiang Yuan was silent and looked at him in confusion.

Lu Chuan is tall and sits quite a bit higher than her, so in order to facilitate talking, he had to slightly bend over and bend his shoulders, his left hand tapping the surface of his leg once or twice, while his right hand lazily rested on the edge of the table, his body presenting a semi-enveloping posture towards her, spitting out a sentence in a low voice: “Just, autistic.”

Jiang Yuan: “……”

Consider her autistic.

There’s nothing to say.

Sighing, her gaze fell on the pages of the book.

A serious look, like a stereotypical little nun.

Lu Chuan can not help, looking at her look, can only in the heart tsk sigh: this girl, what study ah, not good at speech and do not understand, go to the church as a nun, or go to the nunnery as a nun, are a pretty good way out.

It’s no good, at this juncture, to remember the good of the East, that mouth, can be a day constantly bla bla.

Suddenly thought of here, he pulled out his cell phone from the table hole, send a text message to ask Chu Xiangdong: “today still come to?”

“Come, estimated to be more than ten o’clock.”

Chu Xiangdong still in the hospital, bored tight, seconds back to the message.

“OK, got it.”

Another gave a reply to the article, Lu Chuan put down the phone.

At the same time, the voice of the math teacher came from the podium: “Lu Chuan, you come to read to everyone.”

Read what?

He stood up somewhat speechlessly, just like before to come to a sentence they did not listen, gaze fell on the pages, but found the girl’s glittering white fingertips fell on a place, lightly clicked twice. Hooked lips, he read the book in the voice of a very light laugh: “from the conclusion of the proof, step by step to explore the sufficient conditions to ensure that the previous conclusion holds, until it comes down to the conditions of this proposition, or down to the definition, axioms, theorems, etc., we call such a method of thinking analytical.”

“…… all right, sit down.”

After listening to him read the rules, the math teacher concealed her temper and did not issue it.

She continued her lecture ……

The eyes of several people in the class, however, fell on a group for a long time.

If they are not wrong, Jiang Yuan and Lu Chuan looking at the same book, and, the distance between the two is not too close, it is also very obvious, Lu Chuan is the side of the accommodating people, reading books are sideways.

Intentions why, simply do not be too obvious.

No wonder the morning to help people out.

Tsk–

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