171 An Indescribable Gift
Wang Heng and Ye Xun walked out of the dormitory, their destination being the coffee shop outside the school gate.
As they walked, Wang Heng suddenly said, “What I said just now, I was talking to my roommates.”
Ye Xun recalled for a moment, covered her mouth, and giggled. “Your roommates also need you to tutor them?”
“The kids aren’t good at studying, mostly because they fool around too much. As a father, I’m also very melancholic…” Wang Heng complained, then changed the subject. “By the way, did you spend this Spring Festival alone?”
The girl nodded silently.
“It’s a pity. If I were in Rongdu, I could have brought you a gift.”
“A gift?”
Wang Heng suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “Speaking of gifts, it’s not too late to give you one now.”
Hearing this, Ye Xun immediately looked forward to it.
The two walked out of the school gate. Wang Heng found a bookstore, walked in, and asked Ye Xun to wait outside for a moment.
What he bought in the bookstore was naturally books. The price of this gift was low, but Ye Xun, who was used to brand-name luxury goods, didn’t care about the price at all. After all, compared to many other gifts, books could carry a much richer meaning.
Two minutes later, Wang Heng came out of the bookstore, handed her several copies of Five-Year College Entrance Exam, Three-Year Simulation, and said solemnly, “This is the gift I’m giving you. I hope it can help you.”
Ye Xun: “…”
It feels… a little strange?
This didn’t seem romantic at all, only full of practicality.
But thinking about it carefully, weren’t supplementary materials exactly what she needed most? Especially since Wang Heng had picked the subjects she needed to catch up on, namely math and comprehensive liberal arts. If she could thoroughly understand these things in her hands, she presumably wouldn’t need to worry about the college entrance exam in more than a year.
The girl figured it out and smiled from the bottom of her heart. “Thank you. Senior really cares about me.”
Wang Heng: “?”
He knew this girl was quite romantic. Logically speaking, this kind of unromantic ‘gift’ shouldn’t make her happy, right? But what was the situation now? The joy in her eyes didn’t seem to be an act?
“Senior, I also want to give you a gift. But I don’t know what you need most, so I just went with my own preference. I hope you don’t dislike it… or even if you do, don’t tell me to my face!”
With that, Ye Xun stuffed the Five-Year/Three-Year back into his hands and walked quickly into the bookstore.
Wang Heng held the supplementary materials, standing there in a daze.
What does this girl want to do?
What is she going to pick?
After waiting in confusion for a few minutes, Ye Xun came out and handed him a hardcover book with both hands. On the cover were three large, artistic characters—【Rubaiyat】.
Because Wang Heng was holding the Five-Year/Three-Year with both hands at this time, the girl placed the Rubaiyat on top of the Five-Year/Three-Year, then took the Five-Year/Three-Year, letting Wang Heng hold the Rubaiyat.
Wang Heng first looked at the introduction on the obi and the cover.
Obviously, this was a collection of poems.
Ye Xun explained from the side, “The poet author is named Khayyam, a Persian poet from nearly a thousand years ago. His life story is very interesting. He was one of the most outstanding mathematicians of that era, but lived a simple life. He had two classmates. Later, one became a vizier, and the other founded the Assassin sect. He seems to be the grandmaster of Western assassins.”
Wang Heng: “Assassin, I know this one. And the Templars…”
Ye Xun: “What?”
Wang Heng: “Nothing, continue.”
Ye Xun: “In short, in the strong religious atmosphere of his time, he seemed out of place. He didn’t pursue faith, but pursued science, and also praised wine and the secular world. It’s very interesting.”
The book came with a bookmark. Whether intentional or unintentional, when Wang Heng opened this collection of poems, the page the bookmark opened to was this poem:
【The consciousness of pursuing happiness tells us,
Seize the current joy, let go of the worries before your eyes;
She said, we will not be like the grass on the pasture,
Cut off, it will grow again.】
Looking at this poem, Wang Heng couldn’t help but have mixed feelings, but not a single word could be said to anyone.
Looking at the beautiful girl with flushed cheeks in front of him again, he was silent for a long time, and finally said, “Thank you, I like it very much.”
Ye Xun smiled sweetly. “I’m glad you like it.”
**
In the old seat in the coffee shop, Wang Heng gradually realized that Ye Xun’s math foundation was indeed much more solid than before. The content in the wrong question notebook had also risen from the initial novice level to the medium-high difficulty level.
After more than an hour of tutoring, Wang Heng couldn’t help but ask, “Have you been grinding problems this winter vacation?”
Ye Xun capped her pen and nodded. “Yes, you told me that to improve math grades, the most important thing is to grind problems with your brain. I’ve finished all the math homework assigned by the school, and I was just thinking about where to find some problems to grind, and you gave me the Five-Year/Three-Year.”
Wang Heng: “…”
Thinking of the diligent girl, and then thinking of the papers he gave up after chewing on them a couple of times, he couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed.
After a moment of silence, he said, “Grinding problems is good, but you also need to pay attention to rest and combine work and rest.”
Ye Xun smiled. “I also went to hit the punching bag every few days during the winter vacation. And I was just thinking, when you come back, we can go to the martial arts gym again and practice properly!”
Wang Heng: “…”
This time, his silence lasted a little longer.
Suddenly, Ye Xun sighed, breaking the silence. “Actually, to be honest, grinding problems is really tiring, and memorizing those things for comprehensive liberal arts is also very tiring. But this incident told me that I can’t pin my whole life on others, even if that person is my father. It’s hard for us to predict things in the world. We can only try our best to do what we should do.”
Wang Heng smiled. “It’s best if you can think like this. Let’s go. It’s getting late. I’ll take you to the subway station.”
Ye Xun nodded, stood up, and packed her things.
After a while, the two walked out of the coffee shop side by side. The subway station was not far away, so soon, the moment of parting arrived again.
Ye Xun suddenly stopped and asked with a smile, “When are you free? Let’s go practice combat?”
Wang Heng: “In a couple of days.”
“Okay then, waiting for your call. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Watching the girl’s figure disappear, Wang Heng stood there and subconsciously opened the collection of poems in his hand again.
This page was another poem:
【Do not get lost in the affairs of heaven and earth,
Let tomorrow’s troubles drift with the wind;
Put your fingers into her curly hair,
Do not let down the slender lady urging you to drink.】
Suddenly, Wang Heng heard another familiar voice behind him: “Hey, why are you reading here?”
Closing the collection of poems and turning around, he saw that tall and handsome roommate with excessive tastes, Wang Ke. This guy was dragging a suitcase, obviously just returned to Rongdu.
Wang Heng: “By the way, I have a gift for you.”
Wang Ke: “What gift? A loli body pillow?”
“…Alright, it’s definitely what you need.”
With that, Wang Heng walked into that bookstore again and asked Wang Ke to wait at the door for a moment.
Less than three minutes later, Wang Heng walked out of the bookstore and stuffed a book into his roommate’s hand.
Wang Ke: “Criminal Law… Why are you giving me this?”
Wang Heng: “Article 236, you’d better memorize it.”
Hearing this, Wang Ke turned to that article, took a look, and immediately shouted, “I’m a pure and good man! You can’t speculate about me so maliciously!”
Wang Heng sneered. “Hehe, anyway, as long as you remember this law, especially the part about fourteen years old, it won’t do you any harm.”
