I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

"But no matter what, you are the most suspect now!" Wang Keming roared in a low voice, "You know that you are going to collide with that suspect in the same area, and you still fight?!"

"It's too embarrassing for me to be innocent, so I insist on pouring some ink on myself, right?!"

Wang Keming became a little anxious, and some words slipped out along the passage between the spinal cord and the mouth without even thinking about them.

"That's not true." Shen Qingchuan still had a smile on his face, as if since he and Wang Keming connected with each other, the iceberg began to melt automatically.

"I picked something and left. I followed the places where there were people along the way, and even ran to the bar to stay until the police came to find me."

"What what?" Wang Keming screamed when he heard it: "The police have already come to look for you?!"

"Otherwise, how can I stay in the hospital without incident and peel apples for you?"

The smile in Shen Qingchuan's eyes deepened.

Wang Keming: "...Shen Yuejin, have you not slept since yesterday?!" The voice sounded a bit bitter.

Shen Qingchuan didn't answer.

Wang Keming continued: "The phone call at six o'clock in the morning... You just left the police station?"

"I'm fine." Shen Qingchuan said.

"I'm fucking fine!" Wang Keming raised the volume, "You go home and sleep right now! Otherwise, you can go to the hotel next door and open a room for me right now, and come see me after I have a rest!"

"No, I don't want it." Shen Qingchuan said, "When I saw you, I became so excited that I couldn't sleep."

Wang Keming: "Shen Yuejin!" This sentence was shorter and sharper than the one just now.

There is no way, looking at Wang Keming's appearance, Shen Qingchuan could only wave his hands helplessly and said: "Okay, okay, I'll go to the hotel next door after you finish eating this apple."

The two were silent for a while.

Time is a good thing, now Wang Keming finally calmed down a bit.

Wang Keming gnawed the apple that Shen Qingchuan had peeled for him, and thought about it carefully again. Under the background of the noisy TV, he said: "Then he might not choose these two people." This refers to the suspect.

Almost instantly, Shen Qingchuan understood what Wang Keming was talking about.

"So..." Shen Qingchuan looked down at Wang Keming, there seemed to be light in his star-like eyes, "I can only say that I guessed it all."

"I guessed that those two people would appear there, and I guessed where that lunatic was." After speaking, Shen Qingchuan chuckled lightly, "Don't worry about me, it's just a bet on a possibility."

Wang Keming's hair was still a little fluffy under the pressure of the bandage. Shen Qingchuan stretched out his finger and poked Wang Keming's hair: "Then Wang Keming, what are you thinking now?"

"Hmm... Actually, I'm not thinking about anything right now." Wang Keming raised his head, grabbed Shen Qingchuan's left hand with the index finger up and moved it down.

The nails on Shen Qingchuan's hands were trimmed into a slightly curved fan shape, and the pink color was like budding flower buds in early spring.

"Then can you let me guess?" Shen Qingchuan looked at Wang Keming and said in his eyes.

Lines of sight intersected in mid-air, and Wang Keming's hand holding Shen Qingchuan moved down until it reached his lips.

"Don't guess, I was just thinking of you."

The tender red tip of the tongue, like a stamen, carefully licked Shen Qingchuan's nails.

Some itchy.

It has been a week since Wang Keming returned to school.

At that time, the school was in full swing preparing for the cultural month activities. In short, it had nothing to do with Wang Keming anyway.

But the relationship with Shen Qingchuan is serious.

Shen Qingchuan had to prepare for debate competitions, petri dish experiments, and English speeches.

No one can be seen after class, or even in class.

"First of all, let's talk about the Chinese composition that I asked you to write at home last week." The Chinese teacher said slowly, "The topic of this composition is 'Theory of Good Beginning'."

"Teacher, I want to read Hong Yang's composition!" Li Ang who was sitting in the front row was the first to shout.

According to Wang Fei's unreliable news, Li Ang's relationship with Hong Yue, the representative of the physics class, has improved by leaps and bounds during the time when Wang Keming was not at school.

The little girl sitting right in front of Li Ang immediately blushed when she heard what Li Ang said.On the small round face, the blush spread from the high bridge of the nose to the back of the ears.

The girl retorted almost immediately: "Teacher, please don't!"

She is Hong Yue.

Wang Keming actually had a slight impression of this girl. She once gave Shen Qingchuan a complete collection of Tang poems, and the annotations in it were neatly written.

It can be described as a long-lasting friendship.

The whole class burst into laughter, and when the two sides looked at each other, they all knew it clearly.

Hong Yue's face turned even redder, as if it was more translucent than the persimmons still hanging on the tree at the end of autumn.

Seeing this, Li Ang leaned forward.

Looking from Wang Keming's angle, he happened to see Li Ang sneaking along the gap between the desks, holding Hong Yue's hand, and then stuffing a candy into her palm.

Wang Keming: "..."

"The two of them..." Wang Keming murmured as if sighing, "Why do they prefer to be so quick when they don't usually show off?"

"Who says you can't see it normally." Wang Fei, who was sitting in front of Wang Keming, heard this, and approached Wang Keming to give Wang Keming a science introduction in a low voice, "You know what, Li Ang really hates your tablemate. "

Wang Fei glanced at the empty desk next to Wang Keming from the corner of his eye: "Hong Yue used to go to the same school as Li Ang in junior high school, and I heard that the elementary school is also from the same school."

"The relationship is so good that when Hong Yue is writing a math problem, she doesn't bother looking for draft paper, so she just grabs Li Ang's hand and makes a draft."

"Li Ang liked Hong Yue for more than a year or two, but Hong Yue liked Shen Qingchuan at that time."

"It seems to be because I was in the same examination room as Shen Qingchuan during the junior high school Mathematical Olympiad competition."

Wang Fei whistled in Hong Yue's direction: "Anyway, Li Ang has got his wish now."

"How nice."

Wang Keming raised his chin with his right hand, lowered his eyelashes and looked at his own Chinese test paper on the table: "It's pretty good."

I don't know what to think, let alone what to write.

In a state of complete bewilderment, Wang Keming unconsciously drew several circles on the test paper.

"By the way, is student Shen Qingchuan going to prepare for the debate competition?" The Chinese teacher who was still analyzing the composition questions mentioned Shen Qingchuan in the middle.

"Shen Qingchuan's composition is very good. Although his handwriting is very ugly, his advantage is that his logic is very clear. It is very advantageous to write argumentative essays like this. But everyone must remember clearly that writing essays is not about doing math problems one by one. Two is two, as long as you express your point of view in an argumentative essay, you don’t need to compete with the person who wrote the question.”

"Ah?" Upon hearing Shen Qingchuan's name, Wang Keming suddenly woke up from this trance state, "Oh."

"Teacher, Shen Qingchuan has already gone there."

"Then Wang Keming, come here and help Shen Qingchuan get the composition." The language teacher took out a composition paper from the paper in his hand and put it on the side of the table nearer to Wang Keming.

"Today's homework is to revise the composition and copy it on a new composition paper. If Shen Qingchuan can't come back from the evening self-study, Wang Keming, remember to send it to Shen Qingchuan as soon as possible."

After getting Shen Qingchuan's paper, Wang Keming sat in his seat and read it for a long time.

"Hey, Shen Qingchuan!" Someone handed Shen Qingchuan a bag through the small door in the backstage of the lecture hall, "Your class's homework."

Because Shen Qingchuan was going to be on stage, several teachers took good care of him, but since it was a debate competition rather than a performance, they only gave him a little powdering.

But even if it was just like that, his originally exquisite and extraordinary facial features were reflected in a thrilling magnificence.

The first debate match was between No. [-] High School and No. [-] High School, and it was still some time before their provincial No. [-] Middle School started the competition.

Therefore, Shen Qingchuan opened his homework and planned to write some of it before returning to school.

According to common sense, Shen Qingchuan naturally wants chemistry first, then physics, and then English after mathematics, and history, politics, technology and geography follow in order.

But for some reason, Shen Qingchuan opened his Chinese paper first this time.

A note fell out of it.

"I like you."

"Shen Qingchuan, let me have a look at your debate draft, let's discuss the order of the next meeting." Someone said.

No one answered, he only saw Shen Qingchuan sitting on an empty chair in the background, staring blankly at a paper in a daze.

So, he asked again: "Shen Qingchuan?"

"En." Shen Qingchuan replied in a low voice.

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I feel that my writing style is starting to be a little weird [cover my face. JGP]... orz