come on, fight

Standing under the setting sun, the tiny fluff on Zhan Xunche's face was clearly visible, Zhou Yejin felt warm in his heart, and laughed along with him.

"Let's go, don't be dazed." Zhou Yejin patted Zhan Xunche's head twice.

He didn't put his hand down after the filming, and finally found a chance to touch Zhan Xunche's head, so he had to feel it.

After half a summer vacation, Zhan Xunche's hair has also grown a little bit, and it doesn't feel as prickly as expected, but soft and comfortable to the touch.

Zhou Yejin caressed Zhan Xunche's hair with his hand. He knew why people always liked to touch this kid's head.

Zhan Xunche's scalp became numb from his touch, and he wished he could remove his head from Zhou Yejin's hands immediately.

He can only bear with holding people's balloons and touching their heads.

Until the end of the day, the group of them didn't decide where to go to play. They wandered around the street a few times, and when it was time to eat, they each said their goodbyes and went home.

Zhan Xunche hung the balloon sent by Zhou Yejin on the foot of the table in the bedroom, and within a few days, it had already deflated to the point where it no longer looked like a ball.

The body of the balloon lay in the bedroom for 5 minutes, and the final fate was that Zhan Xunche threw it into the trash can.

Afterwards, Zhan Xunche and Zhou Yejin didn't lose a single fight that they were supposed to fight. They still fought every day because of various things, even if they didn't agree with each other.

This situation did not improve until the end of the summer vacation.

As the start date approached, the number of fights between Zhan Xunche and Zhou Yejin plummeted, not because their relationship suddenly became better, but because Zhou Yejin was not free.

Zhou Yejin has been busy making up her homework for the past two days, and she is extremely busy.

After Zhan Xunche knew that he might not be able to finish his homework, he even ran to his room without hesitation, turning up the computer sound to the maximum every time, and was satisfied if he could delay his writing one more word.

At first, Zhou Yejin could still be influenced, but later on, no matter how loud his voice was, he could do his homework calmly.

With this skill, Zhou Yejin finally finished his homework the day before school started. He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched comfortably, and planned to lie on a chair and close his eyes to rest.

Zhan Xunche sat leisurely in front of the computer, with the keyboard in his left hand and the mouse in the right, tapping away non-stop.

"Lower your voice!" Zhou Yejin suddenly opened her eyes and shouted while she was resting.

Zhan Xunche was in a PK with someone, and was startled by his sound. The evasion skill he had chosen before was not released, so he took an attack.

"I'm going to lose." Zhan Xunche looked at his health bar with a bitter expression.

When Zhou Yejin heard his words, the body that was hanging on the chair immediately jumped up, "What? How much equipment do I have to lose?"

Zhan Xunche didn't speak. He didn't speak until Zhou Yejin's character lay down on the ground, "Congratulations, I only deducted two items this time."

"You gave away all the equipment I had worked so hard to get back." Zhou Yejin frowned and complained to him.

He complained about Zhan Xunche, and Zhan Xunche also wanted to complain about him, "If you hadn't yelled, I would have won."

"Nonsense, you've been playing for nearly a summer vacation, and I haven't seen you win much." Zhou Yejin poked his sore spot.

"Blindness is a disease." Zhan Xunche snorted coldly.

"Do you want to fight?" Zhou Yejin raised his fist and used his signature threat, but his threat had no deterrent effect at this time.

Because the project volume was too huge, he hurriedly wrote homework for several days. Now he raised his right hand, his wrist was still trembling slightly, and he seemed to be suffering from Parkinson's.

Zhan Xunche squinted at his trembling hands, smacked his tongue and said, "It's hard work, if I knew it, why didn't I write it earlier?"

"None of your business, I just like the sense of urgency to write when school starts." Zhou Yejin insisted.

"As you like, I hope you can experience this sense of urgency every holiday." Zhan Xunche looked at him with a smile.

Zhou Yejin was furious when he heard this, and punched him directly. Zhan Xunche turned his head to avoid it, and then punched him back.

Under the seemingly evenly matched appearance, Zhou Yejin was about to collapse, and his homework was exhausting enough for him. Now he really didn't have the energy to keep fighting, and he only hoped that someone would come to rescue him.

Just as he was thinking, someone opened the door and came in.

Zhou's mother walked in, pulled the two of them apart without saying a word, and then stared at Zhou Yejin who was lying on the floor without saying a word.

"Mom." Zhou Yejin called Mom, and reached out to Zhou's mother.

Mother Zhou held his extended hand with one hand, and stroked his head with the other.

"Follow me to get my hair cut." Mother Zhou said.

Zhou Yejin wrinkled his face when he heard that, he suddenly pulled his hand out of Zhou's mother's palm, pretending that he didn't hear anything, "Mom, I'll sleep for a while."

"Why don't you sleep, don't pretend to be stupid for me." Zhou's mother abruptly pulled him up from the floor.

Zhou Yejin, holding the typical mentality of "I have to be the back of the dead", pointed to Zhan Xunche, "Cut his first."

"Ah Che doesn't need to cut it, just make it longer and have a haircut." Zhou's mother stroked Zhan Xunche's hair, and found that the length was just right.

"Then why don't I just get a hairstyle?" Zhou Yejin grabbed two handfuls of hair.

"You can't, you are not as good-looking as Ah Che." After finishing speaking, Zhou's mother was about to pull Zhou Yejin out of the door.

Zhou's mother tugged twice but didn't move. She looked down and almost didn't laugh. Zhou Yejin was clinging to the door frame, the veins on her forehead were bulging, but she refused to let go.

Zhan Xunche witnessed the situation here, walked to the door frame silently, and under Zhou Yejin's horrified eyes, opened his fingers one by one.

"Zhan Xunche, wait for me!" Zhou Yejin stared at Zhan Xunche, and after saying this, he was dragged away by Zhou's mother.

During the process of cutting his hair, Zhou Yejin begged the barber to cut it just a little bit, but the barber turned a deaf ear and almost shaved him down.

After Zhou Yejin returned home, he looked in the mirror with distressed face. The bangs he was so proud of were gone, leaving him with only a bald forehead.

"Without bangs blocking you, you are so ugly that you are unscrupulous." Zhan Xunche stood aside and made sarcastic remarks.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet!" Zhou Yejin's eyes widened like two lanterns.

"Who are you going to settle accounts with?" I don't know when Zhou's mother stood behind him, and Zhan's mother was standing beside him.

Zhou Yejin fell silent for a moment, lowered her head and did not speak.

"Come here, both of you." Mother Zhou waved at the two of them.

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche looked at each other, and walked obediently to Zhou's mother.

"School starts tomorrow, which happens to be Monday. I can't get away to see you off, so you can go to school with Xiaojin?" Zhan's mother knelt down, grabbed Zhan Xunche's shoulder and said.

"Okay." In front of adults, Zhan Xunche is usually an obedient and obedient child.

"Did no one ask for my opinion?" Zhou Yejin asked aggrievedly when she realized that she had been being ignored all the time.

"Your opinion is not important." Mother Zhou looked at him coldly.

Zhou Yejin wrinkled her face, expressing her displeasure with her expression.

Although he was unhappy, Zhou Yejin obediently led Zhan Xunche to Yongning Primary School early the next morning.

Because the school is close, they are not afraid of being late, so they walk very slowly all the way.

When Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche arrived at the school gate, no more, no less, exactly 06:30.

"What class are you in?" Zhou Yejin led Zhan Xunche into the teaching building and asked him sideways.

"Class three." Zhan Xunche replied.

Zhou Yejin snorted, clasped Zhan Xunche's wrist with one hand, and pulled him upstairs.

All the third grade classrooms are on the third floor, and the third class is in the third door on the left.

When the two walked over, there was a female teacher standing at the door of the third class, wearing work clothes and looking towards the entrance of the corridor.

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche walked slowly to her side. Zhan Xunche raised his head to look at her and called out to his teacher.

The female teacher lowered her head when she heard the sound. She looked at Zhan Xunche's height, smiled and said to him, "Little friend, the first grade is on the first floor."

"..." Zhan Xunche's face turned dark in an instant.

"Pfft—" Zhou Yejin couldn't stop laughing, because he knew Zhan Xunche's real age. Looking at Zhan Xunche, he thought he was in the third grade. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of others, he was as short as the same Kind of like a kid in grade.

Zhan Xunche raised his elbow and gave him a kick. Zhou Yejin caught off guard and covered his stomach, and his laughter stopped immediately.

"You... aren't from the first grade?" The female teacher saw that Zhan Xunche's expression was wrong, and asked hesitantly.

"I'm new here." Zhan Xunche said with a dark face.

The female teacher was stunned for a moment, "Are you Zhan Xunche?"

Zhan Xunche nodded.

"Hey, I made a mistake, I made a mistake," the female teacher scratched her head, "I thought you were in the first grade."

Zhan Xunche's expression became even uglier.

The female teacher patted Zhan Xunche's shoulder, and pointed to the third row near the window, "It just so happens that the student who was sitting there has changed schools, so you can sit with him."

Zhan Xunche didn't speak, but turned to look at Zhou Yejin behind him.

"Go." Zhou Yejin pushed him from behind, "I'll come find you at noon."

Zhan Xunche obediently walked to the seat by the window, and after sitting down, he looked up at Zhou Yejin again.

Seeing him sitting in his seat, Zhou Yejin was relieved. He smiled at Zhan Xunche, turned and left the door of the third class.

On the way to her class, Zhou Yejin thought silently, what's wrong with him, he obviously didn't like Zhan Xunche's character, yet couldn't help but worry about him.

Zhou Yejin shook his head bitterly, stepped into his classroom.

Before entering the classroom, Zhou Yejin thought that he might be the last to arrive, but when he went to the classroom, there were more than half of the people sitting there.

He couldn't help sighing, after all, he was in the fifth grade, and the classmates in the class dared to be so arrogant.

Zhan Xunche was still a little unaccustomed to the new school, he sat idly on his seat and glanced at his deskmate from time to time.

Zhan Xunche's deskmate was a little boy as thin as a bamboo pole. He probably had a cold. His nose kept running and he had to blow it with a handkerchief every few minutes.

Zhan Xunche looked down at his handkerchief, which was a pink cotton handkerchief with a small flower embroidered on the corner.

It's a pretty delicate life, Zhan Xunche thought.

After looking at the same table for a while, Zhan Xunche changed his observation object again, and he shifted his gaze to the two people sitting at the back of the classroom.

These two people should be twin brothers. From their hair style to their appearance, they are all exactly the same. Even their body shapes maintain a high degree of uniformity, and they are both fat and puffy.

The only difference between them is the number of moles on their faces, one has two and the other has only one.

Zhan Xunche looked back and forth between the moles of the two of them several times, and when the class bell rang, he still couldn't tell which one was the eldest and which was the second.