Shen wheel

On the way out of the community, Qiu Yang sneezed five or six times in a row, Cheng Yu couldn't help but look back at him, and asked, "Are you caught a cold?"

Qiu Yang shook his head, without looking into Cheng Yu's eyes: "I don't know, I have sneezed more than a dozen times since morning."

Cheng Yu stopped, and when Qiu Yang walked beside him, Cheng Yu suddenly reached out and touched Qiu Yang's forehead, Qiu Yang froze all over and did not move.

"How did you sleep last night? You must have caught a cold and a little fever."

"It's okay, brother Yang is strong and strong." Qiu Yang dragged Cheng Yu and left.

Cheng Yu's hand was very cold, and it was very comfortable to stick it on his forehead. Qiu Yang really felt that he was hot all over. Maybe he really had a fever. He hadn't had a cold for a long time.

When the two arrived at the school, Annie came over as soon as they entered the classroom. Qiu Yang put the schoolbag away, and Annie put a breakfast on Qiu Yang's table. Qiu Yang looked up at her and asked, "For me?"

Annie nodded embarrassingly, "Well, I bought breakfast and forgot to tell Lin Hui that she bought an extra one."

Qiu Yang smiled: "Thank you, we bought it on the way here, you can ask other students in the class, give it to Lin Fan, he can eat twice as much as others."

Annie bit her lip, pushed the breakfast onto Cheng Yu's table, and said, "Give it to Cheng Yu." Then she walked away lightly.

Cheng Yu: "..." Is my mother Qiu Yang's trash can?Everything he doesn't want is stuffed here!

Qiu Yang suppressed his smile, took back the breakfast on Cheng Yu's table, and put what he bought on his table, "You eat this."

Cheng Yu frowned and looked at him: "I'm not a trash can here."

Qiu Yang hooked Cheng Yu over, and said calmly, "Ah Yu, I'll give you a chance."

Cheng Yu was puzzled: "What the hell did you say?"

"Go play the leading role in a drama." Qiu Yang said, "Brother Yang doesn't want to act anymore."

Cheng Yu pushed him away, and said in a very unpleasant tone: "Go away, don't be so fucking affectionate to me, I'm not interested."

Qiu Yang supported his head with one hand, flipped through the book absently, looked at Cheng Yu for a while, and stared at the book in a daze for a while.

Cheng Yu's temper was still as irritable as ever. This time Qiu Yang asked him to discuss it, but he said he was not interested. Since he was not interested, he had to go to the class, and he agreed to the class representative.

There was an unknown fire in Cheng Yu's heart, was Qiu Yang sent by heaven to test him?Let such a person sit next to him, so as to bring out his mediocrity and mediocrity?

He is handsome and attractive to girls, he is still a rich second generation, but he looks like a ruffian. He is cheap and poisonous, but he is also a good student in the eyes of the teacher. Although he has not yet taken the exam, his usual He already knew that Qiu Yang's grades would definitely not lose to Annie's in terms of class performance and accuracy in completing homework after class.

The two of them were not of the same kind at all.

Cheng Yu glanced at Qiu Yang indifferently, moved in, hugged his head and fell asleep again.

Qiu Yang doesn't care about Cheng Yu's sleep at other times, but when the class bell rings, no matter what Cheng Yu is doing, Qiu Yang will definitely grab him by the collar and let him sit in class. Cheng Yu seems to be because he changed his book. He doesn’t resist listening to the lectures anymore, but he rarely looks up at the blackboard and electronic whiteboard, and simply jots down notes. He can mark the key points when the teacher speaks slowly, but he simply throws away his pen and doesn’t write when the teacher speaks too quickly. , but did not continue to lie down and sleep.

Brother Yang, who had observed him for several classes, finally understood why he was like this. Cheng Yu was not conceited and didn't look at the blackboard or listen to the teacher's lectures, but that he might be short-sighted!

So after the fifth class was over, Qiu Yang lowered his head and wrote something in his notebook, and touched Cheng Yu with his elbow, "Read to me the content on the third line from the left on the blackboard. Wipe it off in a while."

Cheng Yu looked up, Qiu Yang quickly glanced at the corner of his eyes, and saw Cheng Yu's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and then said, "I don't know, you have fucking eyes to see for yourself."

Brother Yang dropped his pen and moved over, "Ayu, are you short-sighted?"

Cheng Yu glanced at him: "Is it related to you?"

Qiu Yang patted him on the shoulder: "That's right, Brother Yang, just ask." He's really short-sighted, so he didn't run away.

According to Cheng Yu's personality, if he wasn't short-sighted, he would definitely yell, "You're only fucking short-sighted! Are you blind!"

But this time, Brother Yang doesn't even believe you when you say you're not nearsighted.

Qiu Yang lowered his head and rummaged in the pocket of the table, then stuffed his head into Cheng Yu's side, almost slipped into Cheng Yu's arms, Cheng Yu watched him rummage very unhappy, after a while, Qiu Yang sat up straight, "Where are your glasses?"

Cheng Yu replied casually: "No."

Qiu Yang: "Haven't you matched?"

Cheng Yu replied impatiently, "Yes."

Qiu Yang asked again: "Does Grandpa know?"

"do not know."

"You didn't tell him?"

"Why do I have to tell him?"

"Oh, it's okay. There used to be a brother who was short-sighted and got glasses given by his parents."

"I'm not fucking retarded."

Qiu Yang slapped him, "Shut up, don't fucking talk."

Cheng Yu stared at him: "Are you fucking crazy?"

Qiu Yang was about to say something, but the English class representative called him: "Qiu Yang, go to rehearsal!"

Qiu Yang responded with a smile: "Come right away."

He stood up with his script book, patted Cheng Yu's head twice, and said cheaply, "Stay at home and wait for Brother Yang to come back." Then he jumped away with two pats.

Cheng Yu picked up the book on the table and threw it over. He threw it very accurately and hit Qiu Yang's ass. Qiu Yang ignored the gazes around him, picked up the book and threw it back without changing his expression, but he didn't throw the table In the morning, the book fell to the corner of the desk, and Qiu Yang smiled viciously and went out.

Cheng Yu glanced at the book on the ground, and after a while he bent down to pick it up and put it on Qiu Yang's desk, then took out the physical notebook from Qiu Yang's pile of books and began to write notes.

Qiu Yang's notes are very concise and clear. It's not that he is too lazy to write. On the contrary, his handwriting is also good. He transformed what the teacher said into knowledge that he understands. He underlined the key points of the teacher with red pen Get up, and then write it again with a blue pen later, in addition to supplements, there are also things that I understand.

Cheng Yu thought that Qiu Yang took notes like this all the time, but it was not. Qiu Yang used to only memorize some important points, and didn't write much about others. He was afraid that Cheng Yu wouldn't know which key point he was writing about, so he wrote more. Repeat what the teacher said.

After Qiu Yang came back from rehearsal in the afternoon, he went out for dinner with Cheng Yu, and after evening self-study, Qiu Yang took Cheng Yu to the gym again, Qi Ming and Zuo Jiang followed in the spirit of not taking advantage of the bastard.

For several days, Qiu Yang went to rehearsal except for class, Cheng Yu went downstairs and walked around by himself, and occasionally helped him get a glass of water and put it on the table. After self-study every night, the four of them neatly airborne to the gym.

Everything seemed to be normal, and Qiu Yang had no other thoughts, but Cheng Yu became more and more silent, basically Qiu Yang didn't say a word unless he asked him.

Qiu Yang didn't know what was wrong with him. Since Cheng Yu was injured, he seldom went to the club. Every day he went home and looked at the roller skates in the room. Roller skating, his dream, his life, the passion that no one understands so far.

He is not good at expressing himself, but his programs always give people a different feeling. The programs of other contestants may be for competitions, but in his actions, people can always see something different.

Qiu Yang seemed to have noticed it too, but he was busy with classes and rehearsals every day, and was occasionally called down to play basketball. The most important thing was that his brother had sent over all the art tools he needed. Starting next week, he I have to go to the studio to take classes and paint every day.

Qiu Yang's major in high school was fine arts, because he needed to find a new studio, teachers and new training classes when he transferred. He will continue to paint.

Cheng Yu seemed surprised when Qiu Yang brought the palette paint to school that day. He didn't know that Qiu Yang was still an art student, but whether Cheng Yu was surprised or not, he always had the same expression. I am so busy, it seems that everything is rushing together.

But from Cheng Yu's point of view, Qiu Yang seems to be very relaxed, he always gives people a feeling that nothing can trouble him, that he can always solve any problem, and that he can do everything in an orderly manner.

At some point both of them seem to ignore the other.

After two weeks, Cheng Yu's injury was mostly healed, at least he didn't need Qiu Yang to help him in and out every day, although his leg was still a little lame.

The rehearsal time of Qiu Yang's play collided with the class time of their studio, so Qiu Yang went to rehearse the play first, and after the last class in the afternoon he stayed in the studio to make up his sketching homework.

Perhaps because Qiu Yang has studied a major, Cheng Yu feels that Qiu Yang spends less time clinging to him. In the past, Qiu Yang did not disappear in front of him for a moment from the morning until the evening self-study. Now he is in the studio at noon in the early self-study. After dinner in the studio, the last big self-study in the afternoon is in the studio, and even the whole evening self-study is in the studio.

Seems to be okay?Goubi Qiu Yang didn't need to bother him anymore, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

After nearly three weeks of rehearsal, the play was finally about to be performed on stage. Qiu Yang asked Cheng Yu to help him correct his lines with his script book more than once.

And what about Qiu Yang's voice, it sounds very emotional, when he speaks English, he feels like a prince, and his emotions are gentle and delicate, but the most annoying thing about him is always saying to Cheng Yu, "Pretty lady, may I be honored to dance with you? ", Cheng Yu patted him on the head, and Qiu Yang immediately changed his words, "dearest boy, may I be honored to dance with you"

There is no doubt that Cheng Yu beat him up, Zuo Jiang expressed disgust at this, and he supported his brother Yu's approach.

Brother Yu didn't move his hands or speak, and beat Brother Yang until he went home to find his mother.

The drama competition was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, and the art committee had borrowed all the costumes on Monday afternoon. They basically didn't go home at noon the next day. After having lunch outside, the boys went back to the classroom, and a few girls went to the student dormitory to put on makeup.

The prince and princess, the king and queen, stepmother and two sisters, fairy godmother and soldiers and ministers are all ready. The props in the props group look very professional. It is not in vain that Lin Fan spent many days watching videos and actually operating them. He set off in a mighty way.

The author has something to say: I really have something to do today. I went to the club in the afternoon and played roller skating all afternoon.