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Chapter 9 Embarrassment
In the end, the school found out about the fight, but because Song Zihe had always been a good student in the eyes of the teacher, and he was likely to be promoted to a key university in the future, so he did not report criticism, but was called to the office by the head teacher to ask the next question, Song Zihe Zihe casually found a reason, and the matter was over.

However, he didn't feel relieved. The reason was that when his father came home the day before yesterday, he said that after the director's daughter entered high school, her grades plummeted, and sometimes she even skipped classes, which made the school talk to the director many times. In order to save face, Song Zihe was asked to help the director's daughter make up lessons, and the money was up to him.

He directly refused his father because he was busy with his homework, but his father said that he had already agreed to the director of the bureau, and it seemed not good to refuse him again.

He really couldn't get rid of this girl in his life, it seemed that no matter how much he tried to distance himself from her, there was always something to connect them together.

Today, he went to the hospital to visit a sick classmate on behalf of the whole class. He, the deputy monitor, and the class teacher were three of them.

I didn't come out of the hospital until noon. That classmate's illness was not very optimistic, so the three of them came out with a heavy heart and didn't talk to each other.

Before taking the bus back to school, the class teacher said to invite them to dinner first, and the three of them ordered a few dishes at a small restaurant not far from the station to eat together.

Because it was the class teacher's treat, he and the deputy class monitor were a little embarrassed, and because of the sick classmate, they ate very little in the end. When it was time to leave, the class teacher went to the bathroom, and he and the deputy class monitor were in their seats. wait.

Although the deputy squad leader is a girl, she usually acts like a strong woman, but today she cried twice because of that classmate, and her eyes are still red. Song Zihe wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say. I had no choice but to turn my head and look at the pedestrians on the street through the glass door next to me.

Opposite the small shop is a residential area with semi-new houses and a fruit stand at the door. Because the weather is getting colder, the boy who sells fruit puts his hands in his pockets and shrinks his neck to sell. He looked at it for a while, Then I saw a man and a woman coming out of the iron gate of the community. The man was very young, but the woman was a little older. The two were hugging affectionately and waiting for a taxi by the side of the road.

Song Zihe was stunned when he saw the woman's face.

"Zihe, let's go." The homeroom teacher came out of the toilet and patted Song Zihe on the shoulder, wondering what Song Zihe was looking at, and followed suit.

Song Zihe came back to his senses and stood up: "Oh, good."

When he stood up, a taxi stopped right in front of the couple. Song Zihe watched them get into the car.

Did he see it wrong? Maybe it was just a resemblance. He looked at the taxi driving away at the intersection, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

When I arrived at Wen Xin'ai's house in the evening, Wen's mother was making dinner. Seeing Song Zihe very happy, she pulled him to sit down and said, "Zihe, you sit down first, and there is a soup, help us after dinner." Xinai makes up lessons," and shouted into the inner room at the same time, "Xinai, Zihe is here."

Song Zihe sat down silently, watching Mother Wen directing the auntie who was cooking in the kitchen, the indescribable feeling at noon came up again, it should have nothing to do with him, should he just pretend he didn't see it.

Wen Xin liked to come out of the room after a while, his face was not very good, and when he saw Song Zihe, he smiled flatteringly at him.

Song Zihe didn't respond, he lowered his head and opened his schoolbag and took out the English book to read.

The soup was ready soon, and the three of them ate together. Mother Wen picked some food for Song Zihe, asked about the situation in the school, and went to watch the TV hanging on the wall in the hall. He didn't pick up the food with his hands at all, and just put it on the chopsticks after two mouthfuls of rice, looking weak.

"I'm full." She wiped her mouth with a tissue and stood up.

Mother Wen held her back and said, "It's impolite, wait for Zihe to finish eating."

Wen Xinai sat down again.

There was still half a bowl of rice in front of her. If it was at Song Zihe's house, his mother would definitely ask him why he ate so little, but Wen's mother turned to watch TV, where a beauty program was playing.

Song Zihe glanced at Wen Xin'ai, who was also looking at her, and when he saw him looking over, he immediately smiled at him, not conscious of being ignored. He lowered his head, quickly finished the rice in the bowl, then stood up, and said lovingly to Wen Xin, "Let's go."

The door was closed, and the sound of the TV outside was also turned down so that it could hardly be heard. Wen Xinai opened the book consciously, waiting for Song Zihe to ask her what she had learned.

Song Zihe didn't read her book, found a chair and sat down, looked at the little blush on her too pale face, and said, "Does your father always come home so late?"

In fact, he knew that when he was making up lessons for Wen Xin'ai, he often didn't see the male owner of this family, he was either entertaining or attending a meeting, but because of what he saw today, he couldn't help but ask this question.

"Well, Dad has been very busy," Wen Xinai said, and smiled shyly after speaking, "So you are willing to talk to me."

He gave her a white look: "How can I make up lessons without talking?"

Wen Xin'ai still pursed her lips and smiled, seeming very contented. Song Zihe's mind was not on her. Thinking of the trendy and well-maintained Wen mother, his brows could not help but frown.

"Where are you going?" After all, it was someone else's housework, he retracted his thoughts, and asked while looking at the textbook in Wen Xin'ai's hand.

"There." Wen Xin said lovingly.

As a result, Wen Xinai understood the first half of the part taught, but didn't know the second half. Song Zihe looked at the questions she had prepared and asked: "You can learn well, why didn't you listen to the class later? "

Wen Xinai bit her pen and said, "Because it's boring." She desperately entered the No. [-] Middle School of the city, but for Song Zihe, hoping to see him often, hoping that he would fall in love with her, but it was not the case at all. so.

Therefore, it is boring, and studying hard has become meaningless at all.

"What do you mean boring?" Song Zihe stared at her, "Then why did you ask me to make up lessons for you? Since it's not interesting, why do you make up lessons?" Song Zihe was a little angry. He didn't like Wen Xin'ai at first, but now He was forced to come here again by his father. Hearing Wen Xinai say that it was boring, he felt that his coming was for nothing.

Wen Xinai lowered her head, and after a long time, she whispered, "Because I can see you, just like now," she raised her head, and said seriously, "You won't even look at me like usual, at least You can talk to me." Even if what you say is the content of the textbook.

"I don't know why!" If the purpose of coming to make up classes is to meet and talk to him, then his coming is a joke, Song Zihe said sternly, "I'm just wasting time here." He picked up his schoolbag and started to leave.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and said to Wen Xinai, "Wen Xinai, let me say it again, please don't do these inexplicable things in the future."

When he spoke, his eyes were on Wen Xin'ai, but he found that Wen Xin'ai was resting her head on the desk, her hands on her stomach, her already pale face became even more ugly, and her listless eyes seemed to have no strength to open them at this moment, and they were slightly squinted.

"What's wrong with you?" He felt that something was wrong with her, so he couldn't help asking.

Wen Xinai raised her head, cheered herself up, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, don't be angry, okay?" The voice was still as thin as before, but at this moment Song Zihe seemed too weak, but he couldn't say no. It comes out soft.

He only felt that the anger in his heart was inexplicably lightened, and he ignored the reason, and said, "Are you sick?" He didn't walk towards her, nor did he go out, he just stood at the door and looked at her.

Wen Xinai still shook her head, tried her best to smile and said, "It's really all right." After she finished speaking, she frowned and buried her head in her arms.

Seeing his expression, Song Zihe was sure that she was really sick, opened the door and said to Wenmu outside: "Auntie, she is sick."

"Sick?" Wen's mother was looking at the newly painted nails a few days ago, and a broken diamond on one of the nails fell off. She was planning to fix it tomorrow, when she heard Song Zihe's voice, she stood up and went to Wen. Wen Xinai went inside, "Dear, what's the matter?" She stretched out her hand to touch Wen Xin's forehead, and compared her own body temperature.

Wen Xin'ai's pale face turned red at this time, she leaned into her mother's ear and said a few words, Wen's mother smiled knowingly, and said to Song Zihe: "Zihe, why don't you go back first, Xinai is a little uncomfortable. "

Song Zihe couldn't ask for it, but Wen Xin'ai was in a hurry. She was afraid that Song Zihe would not come in the future, so she grabbed her mother's hand and said, "Mom, I'm fine."

However, Song Zihe didn't wait for Wen's mother to speak again, and directly followed her words: "Then I'll go back first." Without looking at Wen Xin'ai, he took his schoolbag and went out.

Because there was no make-up class, it was still early. Song Zihe took his bicycle and walked in the community. The cold wind came in from every corner of his neck. When someone called his name behind him, he turned around, but it was Wen Xin'ai.

Wearing thin home clothes, panting hard because of running.

"What are you doing? Aren't you sick?" It's almost the beginning of winter now, and if you wear such thin clothes, you will get sick from the cold even if you are not sick.

"Will you come again next time?" Wen Xinai caressed her stomach, panting, "I will study hard and listen well in class. Will you come again next time?"

Song Zihe frowned: "You ran down just to ask this?"

Wen Xinai nodded, but still said: "Will you come again next time?"

Song Zihe just felt annoyed, and said: "I'm not going to come, because it's unnecessary, Wen Xin'ai, go upstairs." The lips of the girl in front of her turned pale.

I really won't come anymore, Wen Xin'ai feels so uncomfortable, I really shouldn't have said those words, which made him feel very annoying, finally he was willing to talk to her today, but he insisted on saying those inexplicable words, she couldn't stop She moved, lowered her head and looked at her toes, her stomach didn't know if it was affected by her emotions, she suddenly felt a sharp pain, she wanted to endure it, she didn't want Song Zihe to see this, but she couldn't hold back, she squatted down holding her stomach , the whole body was forced to tremble by the surrounding chill, but cold sweat broke out on the back.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Song Zihe was startled when he saw her suddenly squatting down and curling up into a ball, wondering if she was pretending or if she was really suffering.

"I'm fine." Wen Xinai endured the pain and shook her head vigorously.

Only then did Song Zihe realize that it wasn't just an act. He took a few steps forward, grabbed her arm and wanted to help her up, only to find that her face was frighteningly pale: "I'll take you back." Thinking, how could Aunt Wen let her down, she was clearly ill.

Accidentally touched her hand, her hand was cold and sweaty, and she was still saying: "I'm fine, really." Holding her, the two got very close, Wen Xin'ai's warm body was close at hand, the faint fragrance from her hair hit her, and the purple butterfly fluttered around her neck as if it had life, making Song Zi love it. He's heart was inexplicably confused, and he quickly let go of her hand and supported her arm instead.

It seemed that at the same time, something lit up in a corner not far away, Song Zihe turned around vigilantly, but saw nothing, maybe it was an illusion.

Wen Xinai herself didn't know that it would hurt so much this time. It might be because of the sudden cold weather. She gritted her teeth and didn't pay attention to Song Zihe's thoughts. What she thought was that Song Zihe was still angry with her. The school ignored her, and refused to come to make up classes, so it meant that she had no chance to talk to him again. In a hurry, she pulled Song Zihe's sleeve and said pitifully, "Can you stop being angry, I You must study hard next time."

Song Zihe only felt that she was clingy, but looking at her now, he couldn't say anything, so he said angrily: "I will come back next week. Today, you can check the book and do it again by yourself. Next time I'll check."

Does that mean that they will come again, Wen Xinai smiled with her lips pursed, nodded and said, "Okay."

It's obviously disgusting, but seeing her kind of flattering smile, with two shallow dimples, she looks very cute, she really looks better than Yan Xiaoqing, I suddenly thought this way in my mind, but immediately felt that I was also baffled , were all harmed by her inexplicable, he thought in his heart, but the two of them had already arrived in front of the building.

When she was sent to the door, Mother Wen came over with a bowl of ginger tea. The auntie had already left. She went to the kitchen to cook for her daughter, but when she turned around, she disappeared. Seeing Song Zihe help her daughter into the house, her little face Pai, forgot that Song Zihe was there and shouted: "I ran out even after my menstruation came, do you know how cold it is tonight, it hurts you to death, drink the ginger tea."

Wen Xin's lover froze. Girls at this age were most afraid of letting boys hear such things. She didn't dare to look at Song Zihe, so she ran up to get ginger tea and stood aside.

Only then did Song Zihe know what was going on, he was a little embarrassed, he subconsciously let go of Wen Xinai's hand, Wen Xin's lover didn't stand still, and leaned to the side, he hurriedly supported him again, but his face was a little abnormally red , scratching his head for a while before saying: "Then auntie, I'm leaving."

As he spoke, he carried his schoolbag and went out.

Wen's mother looked at Song Zihe's back and seemed to think of something, then turned her head to look at her daughter, who was watching Song Zihe leave, and she thought about it, but she didn't say anything, and patted Wen Xin's beloved head. Said: "Hurry up, drink the ginger tea while it's hot."

(End of this chapter)