Slow Heat

[Double A Versus] [Sultry Tsundere vs. _____? ] Two worlds, one blade. Yi Anan was praised for growing up. Her father has said since she was a child that she believed she could be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. When she was in elementary school, even if she never saw her studying, she would still be sent to her doorstep with a smile at the end of the semester: "Girl, I'm waiting for your good news!" She was quite cheerful and went to school happily. Then I got the report card back. As expected, it was in the middle of the pack. Her dad still coaxed her with good food and drink, saying it was the promised reward. She started enrolling in cram schools in middle and high school, one-on-one, and the teacher let her choose. She picked carefully and studied with enthusiasm, and her grades steadily improved. Finally, she got admitted to a pretty good school—not Qingbei, but enough for her dad to dance with joy. Even if she did some housework at home on a whim, such as sweeping the floor and wiping the table, her father would always say it was a joke. She would often lay the groundwork for a lot of chatting with people, and then say it very casually: "Hey... Speaking of my girl... This..." An An wanted to laugh every time she heard it, but she didn't want to expose it. Pei Jiu was raised by "um". When he was 9 years old, his brother was 12 years old and his eldest brother was 16 years old. At the dinner table, my father looked at the eldest son first and said that the math competition was good. The boss lowered his head to pick up the rice and said hum. The father looked at the second child again and said that the prize in the composition competition was very valuable. The second child smiled and said he was lucky. Then his father looked at him. His eyes fell here and he paused. He said nothing and continued eating. Pei Jiu put down his chopsticks, got up and went back to the room. He wasn't angry or aggrieved. He just remembered. That night he took out the paper from his schoolbag - he scored ninety-eight points, and he filled in the blank on the wrong question. He stared at the question for a while, then folded the paper and put it back in the drawer. I have loved reading books since I was a child. There were many books at home, and he read all the ones left by his brother and those in his father's study. Novels, history, biographies, whatever you catch, read whatever you want. My mother sometimes said, don't stay bored in the house all the time, go out and play. He just went out to play. You can also play when you go out. Playing ball, running, hanging out with the boys, laughing and joking when it's time. He runs fast and hits the ball well. When he was about to graduate from elementary school, he won his first prize, a mathematics competition, and was ranked third in the district. He took the certificate home and put it on the coffee table. My father saw it during dinner, picked it up, looked at it, and sighed. He said he would strive to be first in the district next time. Later, he took first place in the district, third place in the city, and first place in the city. Every time my father said yes. He said he would try to win the province next time. When your brother was this age, he got this award from the province. He said, I know. High school entered the key point. Both brothers came from here. On the first day of school, the head teacher called his name. When he was called, he paused and said, "You are that so-and-so's brother." He raised his eyes and looked at the head teacher, but did not answer. The head teacher waited and then said: "Study hard." But it didn't take long for all the boys in the class to know him. Not because of his brother, but because of himself. When playing basketball during military training, he scored several goals in a row. When someone called him awesome, he smiled. While chatting at night, someone mentioned the game. He answered a few words, not much, but he understood everything. Later, someone asked him to play blackmail, and he went and played well, but he didn't steal the spotlight. For college, he chose a school far from home. There's no reason, I just don't want to stay in front of my house. One day he thought about his father's eyes that always paused. However, the drawer at home has not been opened for a long time. ​ Two people, one grew up in relaxation, the other grew up in silence. One hid the knife in his smile, and the other kept the knife in his eyes. The love between these two people is not love at first sight, but love at first sight. Intention: I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night