Dongmingxing

He thought he needed saving, but he gave him the whole world. Fu Dong, who is number one in the grade, is like a precision-operated instrument. His world only contains formulas, laws and test papers that always get perfect marks, and the trajectory of his life is as clear as a straight line on the coordinate axis. Sun Ming, from the art class, is firmly in the bottom ten. His world is one of paint, graffiti, and unbridled fantasies, and his life creed is "Just be happy, pass the test and let it happen." A "Learning Poverty Alleviation" program that attracts the attention of the whole school forcibly binds the two extremes. Fu Dong's mission is to increase Sun Ming's total score by 100 points before his senior year. Sun Ming's mission is: don't fall asleep while Fu Dong is giving his lecture. --- At first, everyone thought it was a joke. Fu Dong used pens of three colors to customize a study plan for Sun Ming. Sun Ming drew a yawning dinosaur next to the plan. Fu Dong explained the force analysis, and Sun Ming drew the ball into a crying face on the draft paper. Fu Dong randomly checked English words, and Sun Ming fluently recited the skill descriptions of the newly drawn game cards yesterday. "Are you listening?" Fu Dong frowned for the first time. "Yes," Sun Ming turned his pen and smiled heartlessly, "Mr. Fu, when you are angry, your left eyebrow will be 0.3 Cm higher than the right." --- Until that rainy night, Fu Dong saw Sun Ming drawing a bird trapped in the rain while soaking wet under the graffiti wall in the old city. The paint mixed with the rain flowed like a silent cry. "What are you doing?" Fu Dong asked, leaning towards him with the umbrella. "Save it." Sun Ming didn't look back, his strokes were crazy, "It wants to fly out." At that moment, the first uncalculated variable appeared in Fu Dong's precision world. Later, Fu Dong disassembled Sun Ming's mathematics test paper and found that those seemingly random mistakes contained amazing spatial intuition. He pointed to a geometric error question: "You skipped three steps and directly 'saw' the auxiliary lines?" Sun Ming scratched his head: "It just... Feels like it should be painted like that." Fu Dong was silent for a long time and commented next to the wrong question: "Talent type: cannot be trained, but can be guided." Later, in order to raise money for his seriously ill brother, Sun Ming asked Fu Dong with red eyes: "Is the prize money from the mathematics competition really enough for the surgery?" For the first time, Fu Dong did not calculate the probability and just said: "I will get it for you." As a result, the whole school witnessed a strange alliance: The first grader pulled the tail of the crane in the art class to form a team and stayed up late to answer questions. Fu Dong deduced formulas and Sun Ming drew obscure theorems into comics. On the day he won the championship, Sun Ming looked at the extra numbers in his account and said seriously for the first time: "Fu Dong, can I learn something real from you?" Fu Dong handed him a new plan titled: "Feasibility Analysis from Four Hundred to Top One Hundred in Three Months." Sun Ming drew a bird flapping its wings in the corner and wrote next to it: "Deal." Everyone thought this was the standard script of "a top student saves a lost boy". Until Fu Dong fell into coma due to high fever, Sun Ming stayed in front of the hospital bed all night, wiping the sweat from his forehead over and over again, and finally stuffed his sketchbook into his hand - it was full of Fu Dong: the slight frown when giving a lecture, the rapid movement of the pen tip when doing calculations, and the lonely silhouette that he didn't even notice when he occasionally looked out the window. Fu Dong woke up and saw the last page of the notebook saying: "You can calculate the whole world, but you can't calculate that anyone will feel sad." He touched those lines and for the first time felt the variable called "unplanned warmth", which was rewriting the algorithm of his life. And Sun Ming began to risk his life. I quit smoking, dyed my hair black, wore my school uniform meticulously, and worked on questions until three in the morning. When his brothers in the old town scolded him for "pretending to be good", he wiped the paint marks off his hands and said, "Shut up, I'm learning how to fly." Three months later, he rose from the 427th place in his grade to the 18th place. When announcing the results, he held Fu Dong's hand in front of the whole class, his voice trembling but loud: "Nineth. I mean what I say." Now, it was Fu Dong's turn to be confused. His sophisticated brain could not explain: Why did Sun Ming miscalculate a simple question when he saw him joking with the basketball captain? Why did Sun Ming secretly remember that brand when the smell of tobacco on his fingertips was replaced by mints? Why is it that when someone teases "Does Sun Ming like you?", His first reaction is not to deny it, but to open the data analysis software and enter: "Study on the correlation between heartbeat acceleration frequency and Sun Ming"? Sun Ming, on the other hand, painted the entire canvas in dark blue and only touched a stroke of gold in the center. Fu Dong asked: "What is this?" "You." Sun Ming said, "My world was dark until you made a 'pop' like this and it lit up." A bundle that started with "poverty alleviation" and eventually subverted in both directions—— Rational people learn to beat their hearts over an unsolvable problem, The Wanderer finds the coordinates to fight for. They both thought they were saving each other, Little do you know, love is when you try to light a light for someone, He directly gives you a whole starry sky. -- Aloof academic master x lazy academic scumbag Intention: High sugar content throughout the process