msmithbooks Chapter 158 Revising the Exam Paper
Chapter 158 Revising the Exam Paper
chapter 158
Isn't that a bit too much?
Looking into the other person's affectionate eyes, Meng Youcheng felt very uneasy.
According to normal male psychology, the more weak and pitiful you act in front of him, the more it will arouse his protective instincts. Meng Youcheng, as a man, understands this very well.
However, the reason he used this tactic was simply because the exam paper was too difficult to grade, so he wanted to get the other person to help him share the burden.
I don't have any other thoughts...
However, judging from Feng Jingsheng's gaze, it was clear that his protective instincts had been aroused, and there was a high probability that it had also aroused some kind of desire in him...
No...
There were only the two of them here, and this idiot was definitely very strong. They absolutely couldn't let him trap them; they had to think of a way to get out of this predicament...
Meng Youcheng turned his head away from his hand, coughed lightly, and said, "Actually... I've always been a teacher, so I'm used to it. But I also have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do today...?"
I don't know how to say it...!
Feng Jingsheng maintained his smile, turned around and sat down, picked up the red pen, and said, "It's okay, anyway I like you quite a bit... Just think of it as helping my future wife correct her homework. I'm a broad-minded person, I don't mind."
Meng Youcheng was completely dumbfounded. "Huh?"
"Just kidding, Teacher Meng, you're not taking this seriously, are you?"
Dude, are you sure you're kidding?
Feng Jingsheng smiled at him and continued, "Isn't Xiaomin in your class? She's always been well taken care of by you, so as her uncle, it's only right that I do these things..."
"Oh……"
Meng Youcheng nodded, seemingly understanding, "So, I'm just taking advantage of Xiaomin's good fortune?"
"No……"
Feng Jingsheng paused suddenly, not looking at him, and said with a smile, "You're lucky for yourself. If you weren't good-looking, I wouldn't like grading homework for unattractive people either. Luckily you're handsome, otherwise I wouldn't even bother with you. That's just how I am..."
"I just enjoy talking to handsome guys, you don't mind, do you?"
He was praising me...
But why does that sound so strange?
Who cares, just help me correct my homework!
……
About half an hour later, Meng Youcheng remained standing to the side, watching Feng Jingsheng grade the papers with some concern...
It must be said that the boy's red pen handwriting was indeed very beautiful, forming a stark contrast with the handwriting of those little brats, and just like himself, it was unrestrained and free-spirited.
Suddenly, he stopped...
Meng Youcheng asked, "What's wrong?"
"That explains why this exam paper is so clean."
Feng Jingsheng smiled and looked up at him. "So it's Xiaomin's test paper. Not bad, not bad. Her handwriting is much better than those brats in her class. No wonder she's my niece..."
He's so narcissistic...
But considering how hard he worked to correct my test papers, I won't scold him, right?
Meng Youcheng did not speak, but responded with a smile.
Feng Jingsheng rubbed his hands together, picked up a red pen, and asked, "How many points do you think Xiaomin will get this time?"
Meng Youcheng thought for a few seconds, "98, I guess?"
To be honest, he really didn't know how many points Song Min could get; this score was the same as Song Min's score on her last test.
Feng Jingsheng smiled and said, "Out of 100 points, why did you give her such a high score? Was it because of me?"
Meng Youcheng answered almost without hesitation, "Of course not, Xiaomin is very capable herself..."
Feng Jingsheng paused, his smile fading slightly, and he pouted angrily. "Oh... is that so? I thought it was my fault that you valued Xiaomin so much..."
Not the eldest brother...
Are you out of your mind?
I specifically said it wasn't because of you, and you still criticize me for that?
Feng Jingsheng made the changes very quickly, after all, his niece was indeed quite capable, and she kept marking red checkmarks...
"Everything is correct, as expected of Xiaomin..."
Feng Jingsheng smiled and glanced back at Meng Youcheng...
Meng Youcheng quickly responded with a fake smile...
Feng Jingsheng put down the red pen in his hand, grabbed Meng Youcheng's good hand with one hand, and gently rubbed it together. "This is all thanks to you..."
"Oh……"
Meng Youcheng quickly withdrew his hand, smiling wryly, and said, "It's my duty... Besides, Xiaomin herself is very capable..."
Seeing his hand leave his, Feng Jingsheng wasn't angry. Instead, he raised his hand, cupped half of his cheek, and gently stroked it. "If it weren't for you, Xiaomin definitely wouldn't have achieved this."
Dude, do you have ADHD?
Meng Youcheng smiled and took his hand away. "It's getting late, you should hurry up and revise it. I haven't looked at the essay yet."
Feng Jingsheng smiled and nodded. "Okay, let's look at the essay..."
……
Meng Youcheng had just breathed a sigh of relief...
Feng Jingsheng's brow furrowed deeply, and the smile on his face vanished completely...
Meng Youcheng was momentarily stunned...
There's nothing wrong with this essay, is there?
Song Min's essay is titled "My Uncle Who Loves Playing Basketball." So far, it doesn't seem to say anything bad about her uncle; the whole essay is praising him to the skies...
What's with Feng Jingsheng's expression?
"Aren't I pretty good at basketball too?"
After reading it, Feng Jingsheng threw the test paper on the table, along with the red pen, and rubbed his face vigorously. "I'm obviously very good at basketball, so why didn't she write my name? Besides, I'm so good to her, much better than that Song Qu, right? Who is that Song Qu anyway?"
Listening to his words, Meng Youcheng cautiously asked, "What...she wrote...?"
"Her cousin, Song Qu!"
Feng Jingsheng's face immediately showed some anger. "Really... I really don't want to say it, but her uncle always has such a sour face, what good could he be? He's 185cm tall and plays basketball, a sports student? Is he crazy? He looks like a pig, and he plays basketball... If he were compared to me, I could crush him with one hand!"
Meng Youcheng immediately understood his intention...
He's jealous. An uncle is jealous of his cousin because his niece didn't write about him in her essay...
Seeing that Meng Youcheng remained silent, Feng Jingsheng said anxiously, "Don't you believe what I'm saying?"
"I didn't..."
Feng Jingsheng interrupted him abruptly, lifting his shirt as he said, "Don't you believe me? I'm a fucking muscle man. Forget basketball, even in a fight, I could crush him. Feel these abs, do you think I can't beat him?"
He lifted his shirt, revealing his well-defined abs, white and clearly defined in sections.
He grabbed Meng Youcheng's hand and said excitedly, "I've been training for five whole years, and I still can't chase that greyhound to death?"
Meng Youcheng immediately hesitated, "No...is that alright?"
"Feel it yourself, it's really real, I'm not lying to you!"
Feng Jingsheng forcefully grabbed his hand, made him touch his own abs, and then made him rub them vigorously. "Teacher Meng, feel for yourself, are these really abs? I have the ability to do this..."
To be honest, Meng Youcheng couldn't quite articulate his thoughts at that moment. Because the instant he saw the abs, his hands felt a strange urge to...
What the hell does this mean?
Abs... These are a man's abs, what the hell does it mean that I want to touch them?
Half-heartedly, his hand still managed to touch those firm abs. The feeling was indescribable; once he touched them, he wanted to touch them again and again, feeling like he could never get enough of touching them...
However, he was rational at this moment. He withdrew his hand and said awkwardly, "I believe you... you must be very good at basketball, but it's really getting late. Shall we go and correct the test papers?"
Feng Jingsheng smiled. "Sorry... I was too hasty just now, eager to show off... grading the papers..."
……
Time ticked by, and Meng Youcheng sat up and stood up again beside him. To be honest, he was taking his time revising it!
It's possible that the students weren't academically proficient enough, making far too many mistakes. But this guy, like he had some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, had to write the correct answers next to the paper before he could feel at ease looking at the other exam paper...
Meng Youcheng repeatedly reminded them that he would correct them in class, but he said he would feel very uncomfortable if he didn't.
There's nothing I can do... I guess I'll just have to spoil him!
Anyway, I don't have to write it myself...
He finally finished revising everything at 11 p.m.
Feng Jingsheng stretched and yawned, arms crossed. "Finally finished revising. Can I go to sleep now?"
ah……?
That's probably not what I meant.
He can't possibly sleep at my house, can he?
Meng Youcheng suddenly realized that perhaps everything his older brother had laid out before, including his angry remarks about Song Min's essay, was a setup.
Is the goal to stall for time so that they can sleep here with a clear conscience?
Surely not...?
Meng Youcheng gave a wry smile for a moment, "I... take you home?"
Feng Jingsheng turned to look at him, a smile on his face. "My home is very far away..."
"It's okay, I can..."
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Jingsheng turned and ran into the bedroom, lying down directly on the bed. "I know you'd go to the trouble of taking me back, but I'm so tired. I graded over 50 papers by myself. It's exhausting. I need to sleep..."
Meng Youcheng walked over, "Mr. Feng... stop fooling around..."
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Jingsheng grabbed Meng Youcheng's hand and pulled him into his arms. "How many times have I told you, call me Asheng?!"