Quickly wear the heartthrob: She is always coveted by others

The second year of high school is approaching the third year of high school. There are many weekly tests, monthly tests, and major and minor tests. From the sighs at the beginning to the habit of silence at the end, students in each class are slowly adapting to the seemingly endless tests.

Contrast hurts.

As a college student who has already experienced the ups and downs of high school, Yu Huan feels more pain than they who are unaware of it.

It's the second time!

It turns out that high school can really have a second time.

Every time after taking an exam, to be honest, she felt like she had improved from beginning to end.

Another night of self-study.

Holding the English test paper and pen for this monthly exam, Yu Huan came to the back of the classroom, looked at the paper pasted on the wall, and began to match the answers skillfully.

"What about the English answer?"

"Ah."

The boy's voice was so familiar that she knew who it was without turning her head.

"That's right, you can lend it to me."

He Qiran stood next to her and whispered.

"You're already here, why don't you go get the English test paper now? Wouldn't it be faster?"

Yu Huan couldn't help it, stopped writing and looked at him.

This is not the first time.

Ever since she helped him by playing the siren recording on the road and applying medicine to him in the library, this person seemed to be glued to her.

Every time after taking an exam, when she faced the English answers, she would always meet him and come over to lend her the test paper.

It didn't matter once or twice, but it happened every time after that. Not to mention Yu Huanma, there were some gossips in the class.

Thinking of this, Yu Huan sighed helplessly.

As if enlightened, he has been studying very hard recently. He comes very early in the morning to review, and is the last one to leave at night, responsible for turning off the lights and closing the door.

The class teacher and the whole class were shocked and became accustomed to it. During the chat, the students secretly speculated on the reason why a famous scumbag in the class went crazy and wanted to be strong.

Yu Huan saw He Qiran's change, but she didn't pay much attention to it. Later, she couldn't help but care...

Can't remember exactly when, He Qiran sent a message asking her how much she spent on medicine that day, and he wanted to pay her back.

At that time, she bought the medicine out of friendship and basic goodwill as classmates. Yu Huan did not let him return it and casually changed the subject.

He doesn't lack the medicine money, and she doesn't lack the medicine money either.

He didn't mention it again, so she thought it was over. But when she came to the classroom the next morning, she started to find more bottles of milk in her drawer for no apparent reason.

The brand she often drinks, sweet milk.

By asking questions during morning reading, He Qiran leaned over and whispered: "I gave you the milk, don't throw it away."

Yu Huan asked in surprise: "Why did you suddenly give me milk?"

"It's money for medicine, so just accept it," he said.

"..."

She didn't expect that this man was still insisting on this matter, so after thinking about it, she accepted it.

Yu Huan thought that this time the story was finally over.

As a result, when she came to the classroom the next morning, she still had an extra bottle of milk in her drawer.

She asked him, and the explanation he gave was that one bottle couldn't offset it.

Yu Huan had no choice but to count the medicine money every day and calculate the time when He Qiran would stop.

On that day, she directly said on WeChat that it was enough and he didn't need to give her any more milk.

He said yes simply and neatly.

The next day, when she came to the classroom and saw the bread in the drawer, Yu Huan's expression went numb.

During the morning reading that day, the young man came over again and whispered: "This is a thank you, not money."

Yu Huan: “…”

"Thank you once is enough."

She kept clicking, hoping he understood what she meant.

He Qiran: "Well, it's the last time."

He did mean what he said, the bread was the last.

But it was also the beginning of the close relationship between her and him.

During the break——

He Qiran: "Yu Huan, I don't understand this math question. How do you do it?"

Yu Huan: "First of all..."

……

He Qiran: "Thank you, let me fetch water for you."

Before she could say anything, the boy took her empty water glass and ran out as fast as a gust of wind.

He didn't ask her many questions, mostly to the teacher.

But one of the few times, he remembered that it was "too solid".

When she came back from using the toilet during recess, when she woke up from a nap on her stomach during recess, when she chatted with others during recess...

When she was caught off guard, the almost empty water glass on her table was "smoothly" filled by him every time.

Boys and girls all teased him, but He Qiran smiled nonchalantly and said that he was just asking a question and had troubled people many times before he helped.

This is what he told others, and he also explained it to Yu Huan on WeChat.

Yu Huan was helpless. Where there were many times, it was obviously only those few times.

I borrowed her English test paper to check the answers, and she was the only one besides the teacher who asked questions. He always said that the water glass on the table was "conveniently" filled for her...

This is all apparent.

She and He Qiran also interacted more on WeChat.

It was like treating her as a "tree hole", and he would send her some miscellaneous things or thoughts from his heart from time to time.

Even if she didn't respond for a while, he could still say a lot by himself.

"Yu Huan, do you prefer cats or dogs? I like dogs. I would like to keep one if I have the opportunity in the future."

"Yu Huan, this weekly math test is so difficult. I can't do a lot."

"Yu Huan, Zhou Chenyi wants to talk to you in class. Just ignore him. This will affect your studies."

"Yu Huan, do you... go back with Ran Xu every night? I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask. After all, he always follows you and leaves. It feels a bit strange."

"Yu Huan, did you put the water glass in the drawer today?"

"Yu Huan, I would like to borrow the composition of your Chinese test paper to read tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Yu Huan..."

"Yu Huan..."

……

There were too many messages from He Qiran, and Yu Huan basically answered them on his own initiative, but he would never get to the bottom of an unanswered question.

In fact, the time periods when Yu Huan and he responded to messages were basically staggered. He was probably on his lunch break, but she was on her evening break.

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The more Yu Huan thought about it, the more he felt that things were developing out of control...

"I brought it over and am ready to correct it now. Have you finished correcting it?"

He Qiran's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"No, I'm not done yet." She came back to her senses and said.

He came over naturally and asked casually: "Then where are you right?"

Yu Jia blinked, pointed at a certain question on the test paper with his pen, and said, "That's right, reading comprehension."

He Qiran: “I feel like the difficulty of this monthly exam has increased a lot.”

Yu Huan: "Yeah, a little bit."

"Zhou Chenyi's results are really good. He ranks first again this time. Ran Xu's results are also very stable, always in the top five." After He Qiran praised others, he lowered his head and said in despair: "Unlike me, I dropped a lot this time."

Yu Huan comforted him and said, "Don't always focus on your ranking. I saw that your scores in several subjects were higher than last time. In fact, you have improved."

Since he always reported his test scores to Yu Huan on WeChat, she remembered them without realizing it.

He Qiran curled his lips and said with a smile: "Well, you're right."

"Yu Huan, the teacher is looking for you."

Zhou Chenyi suddenly walked over.

"Oh, okay." Yu Huan didn't know why, but she still followed him.

He Qiran was left alone. He was about to answer the question when a meaningful voice floated beside him.

"Real progress is when your grades and rankings improve, what do you think? He Qiran."

He turned his head with a dull expression and saw that it was Ran Xu.

The young man threw a piece of trash carelessly and passed him by. When he looked sideways at him, his eyes were full of coldness and warning.

He Qiran's eyes darkened, and he twitched the corners of his lips, paying no attention to Ran Xu's provocative words and eyes.

Words are ultimately lacking, and action is the best self-proof.