His Answer

Xie Zhi (cold and tolerant) x Jiang Lie (strong and paranoid attack) It turns out that love is the only unsolvable proposition, and you are the standard answer On summer nights in Nanchuan City, the air is always as thick as unresolved syrup. In the classroom of Class 2 (3) of High School, the old fan above the head was making a tired "squeaking" sound, but it could not disturb the dull heat in the room. The evening self-study has entered the third period. Mathematics teacher Lao Wu is explaining the last big question with saliva on the podium. The "click-click" sound of chalk hitting the blackboard is like a hypnotic pendulum. Xie Zhi sat by the window, his back straight, like a bamboo growing alone in the hustle and bustle. He lowered his eyelashes, and the black pen in his hand quickly moved across the draft paper, leaving behind lines of elegant and sharp formulas. As the recognized flower of Nanchuan Middle School, Xie Zhi's body always seemed to be covered with a layer of frost that kept strangers away from him. Even the moonlight coming from the window and falling on him seemed a bit colder. Jiang Lie, who was sitting next to him, had a completely different painting style. Jiang Lie leaned lazily on the back of his chair, his long legs humiliated under the narrow desk. He was spinning an uncapped pen in his hand. His eyes were not looking at the blackboard at all, but resting unscrupulously on Xie Zhi's hand holding the pen. It was a hand with clear joints and an almost transparent white skin. It was slightly red due to exertion. Jiang Lie's Adam's apple rolled imperceptibly, and his eyes were filled with paranoia and secret fire that even he himself had not noticed. "Students, please don't disturb each other, understand?" This was what Jiang Lie said when he threw his book on the table when they first became tablemates. At that time, Xie Zhi didn't even raise his head, and only replied with one word coldly: "Get out." But now, Jiang Lie not only did not roll away, but instead, like a vine, quietly and stubbornly approached his Yun Duanyue. Just when Lao Wu was about to write down the last step, a dazzling lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, followed by a "bang" and a muffled thunder. The next second, the incandescent light above his head flickered twice and went out completely. "Ah——!" The classroom was instantly plunged into darkness, and the originally depressing classroom exploded as if stones were thrown into a lake. The sound of booing, the collision of tables and chairs, the screams of girls and the weird cries of boys were intertwined, and the entire second and third grade classes fell into a brief carnival and restlessness. "There's a power outage! Lao Wu, let's get out of school early today!" "Who stepped on my shoes?!" Under the cover of chaos, Xie Zhi was about to put down his pen and wait for the call. At this moment, he felt the fabric under the table being lightly rubbed. Xie Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and just when he was about to speak to remind the people next to him to stay calm, a warm, broad palm accurately found his position in the darkness. Jiang Lie did not grab his hand. Instead, under the cover of the cheers, he quietly hooked Xie Zhi's little finger with his index finger and little finger, extremely gently but with irresistible force. At that moment, Xie Zhi's heart skipped a beat. Jiang Lie's fingers had the unique hot body temperature of a young man, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips from years of playing basketball. The heat flowed along the touching fingertips, like a tiny current, instantly breaking through the calm defense line that Xie Zhi had always been proud of. In the darkness, Jiang Lie turned his head slightly and got closer to Xie Zhi. The distance between the two was infinitely shortened, and Xie Zhi could even clearly smell the faint smell of tobacco on Jiang Lie's body, mixed with the smell of sweat from the young man who had just finished exercising and the fragrance of laundry detergent, covering him overwhelmingly. "Thank you for knowing..." Jiang Lie's voice was very low, with a hint of unnoticeable trembling and hoarseness, and his warm breath sprayed on Xie Zhi's auricles, arousing a fine shiver. "I don't know this question, can you teach me?" Xie Zhi's hand holding the pen shook suddenly, and the pen tip drew a long, abrupt ink mark on the blank test paper. He couldn't see Jiang Lie's expression at the moment, but he could feel the hand that hooked his little finger tighten slightly, as if testing, and as if confirming whether he would shake it off as coldly as usual. Xie Zhi said nothing and did not withdraw his hand. In the contrast between the ten seconds of dead silence and the noise around him, he allowed Jiang Lie to hook his fingers, and gently moved them back in the darkness. "... Which step can't you do?" Xie Zhi's voice was much softer than usual. Even he didn't notice that the cold voice was tainted with a hint of helpless indulgence. Jiang Lie laughed silently in the darkness, and the vibrations in his chest were transmitted along the overlapping fingertips. He let go of his hand, took out a white paper with only his name written on it from the table, pushed it to Xie Zhi's desk, and his tone returned to his usual casual tone, but it revealed a tenderness that only Xie Zhi could understand: "You can't do the first step. Can you teach me how to solve this problem?" Xie Zhi looked at the white scroll, listening to the sound of rain gradually subsided outside the window and the lights in the classroom turning on again. He knew that what Jiang Lie wanted to ask was never mathematics. In this summer with noisy cicadas and piles of test papers, in the summer nights with power outages and overlapping fingertips, two lonely souls who had nothing to do with each other finally found their only unsolvable proposition. And Jiang Lie is the standard answer that Xie Zhi hides in his heart. Intention: two-way redemption and growth