Follow suit

Wen Chaoan's delicious food is for people to eat, so the small cloth pocket was taken out and opened to the tablemate without reservation.

Lu Qiansong let out a "wow", looked up in surprise, and said to Wen Chaoan, "Why are there so many good things?"

Apples, bananas, oranges, soy milk for breakfast, milk... Lu Qiansong looked down again, and asked him, "Did you eat breakfast?"

"I ate it," Wen Chaoan pushed Doudou towards him, and said, "I ate the buns, and the rest can be eaten at noon."

"You eat so little." Lu Qiansong took his orange, peeled it a few times, broke the orange in half, and asked him, "I ate yours, what do you eat?"

"I'm not hungry, I don't need to...well..."

Lu Qiansong handed him a piece of orange, touched the lips of his little deskmate, and after leaning back slightly, was lightly bitten by the pink lips, eyes dodged, and ate it.

Wen Chaoan whispered thank you.

"Thank you? It's yours, so I want to thank you." Lu Qiansong ate some by himself, and the rest went into Wen Chaoan's stomach one by one. He saw what Wen Chaoan was looking for in his bag, and finally took out a piece of it. Packing wet wipes, I couldn't help laughing, "Why do you have everything in your bag?"

"Mom asked me to pack it." Wen Chaoan gave him a bag, took one for himself, wiped his hands, threw it in a small plastic bag, and said, "Fortunately, I took it."

After waiting for a while, he said "ah" again, and looked at Lu Qiansong with an embarrassed face: "I should wipe my hands before eating, I forgot."

"It's okay," Lu Qiansong laughed, and wanted to touch his head, but now at school, with so many classmates, he didn't touch it, and said to Wen Chaoan, "I really envy you. Said, Mom, fruit, she just told me to get out and eat northwest wind."

Wen Chaoan was amused and asked him if he still wanted to eat.

"One orange is enough. I'll find you later when I'm hungry... No wonder you're so obedient," Lu Qiansong sighed and added, "It's nice to sit at the same table with you, we have everything."

Wen Chaoan was praised. He was not the type to show joy, but he would also feel happy. He lowered his head obediently, pursed the corners of his mouth obediently, and gave a soft and docile "hmm".

It didn't take long for the class to start, and before the Chinese teacher stood on the podium, several people led by Cheng Zi rushed into the classroom pressing the class bell.

The Chinese teacher is a middle-aged man with a slender waist and a motherly speech. He tapped the chalk on the table, coughed twice, and said: "This class in our class is the first class I take this semester. , the overall appearance is very good, it can be seen that you have a good summer vacation and look radiant, but you still need to pay attention to some things."

He turned around, wrote his name and contact number on the blackboard, and asked the students to remember: "My surname is Fu, happy Fu Ang. If you need anything in the future, you can call this number, and save it if you don't call. It is also convenient for me to find you." Ang, I just want to remind you that you must answer the teacher's call when you see him, and you can't just hang up Ang for me."

Some students in the class laughed, Wen Chaoan also found it amusing, and wrote down the teacher's phone number in his notebook.

The homework on the first day of school was not stressful. The teacher asked everyone to say hello to each other and introduce themselves one by one. Starting from the first group, they came row by row.

Wen Chaoan's position is far behind, he and Lu Qiansong are the last people in the class who need to introduce themselves, but after other students started to introduce themselves, Lu Qiansong actually said next to him: "I'm afraid."

Wen Chaoan looked at him suspiciously, and Lu Qiansong said again, "I'm afraid."

Wen Chaoan was even more afraid of being caught by the teacher in class, so he didn't dare to move, but he didn't want to pretend he didn't hear. After waiting for a while, he slid one hand off the table, touched the side of Lu Qiansong's leg with the back of his hand, and said softly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm scared, scared," Lu Qiansong turned to look at him, "Didn't you hear, he just said 'drive the train', come one by one, I'm so scared."

Wen Chaoan looked at him unexpectedly, and Cheng Zi heard what the two people were saying in front of him, and immediately turned his head: "Fuck me, too, my scalp exploded when I heard these three words, you don't know, when I was in junior high school Reciting ancient prose is like driving a train one by one, damn it, it's so fucking scary..."

Having said that, the brothers and sisters shook hands on the table, and Cheng Zi said, "I really envy you two, sitting at the back."

"It's okay, you're also quite behind." Lu Qiansong reached out his hand on the table, and pressed Cheng Zi's back, "Turn around, turn around, the teacher is here."

"Okay, okay." Cheng Zi hurriedly turned around.

When Cheng Zi turned around, he talked to his deskmate again. During the military training, Wen Chaoan had experienced how much he talked, so it was not surprising at all, but he didn't expect that Lu Qiansong could also talk, not only talking, but also doing it. Move your feet.

First is the wrist, the hand that just touched the neighbor was caught, and the opponent's fingertips were pressed on the raised high bone (Note 1). Obviously they are all boys, but they can completely encircle his wrist, uneasy Gently rubbing with the thumb, it can reach the palm.

Such a tight grip visually reveals the gap in strength. As the owner of the hand, Wen Chaoan felt a dry and hot touch from his wrist to his heart, making him appear petite and soft, as if he felt a little sense of security. , but the strange heat prevailed.

Hotness is not hotness in a certain way, but it can cause trouble in the heart, like an impolite little rabbit, writhing and writhing, making people uneasy.

Wen Chaoan struggled lightly, and was held down by a little force. In fact, he could use some strength. It was easy to escape, but he didn't escape.

Wen Chaoan lowered his head, as if he was reading a textbook, but now is the time for self-introduction, and there is no text for him to learn, so he doesn't need to be serious, just to avoid, but not completely.

He said in a very low voice: "What are you...doing?"

After waiting for a while, the other side said, "I'm afraid."

Wen Chaoan wanted to ask him what he was afraid of, but he didn't dare to turn his head.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that if he turned around, the whole world would know that there was a hand holding him under the table.

"I'm just scared, so I want to pull you," Lu Qiansong was playing a hooligan over there, approached him, and said next to him, "Can you?"

Ok……

of course……

A classmate in front of him didn't know what to say, and the class roared with laughter. Only then, under the cover of the commotion in the classroom, Wen Chaoan gave Lu Qiansong a quick look.

Lu Qiansong propped his head on one hand, and looked at him with a smile, as if he was looking forward to every appearance of the little classmate, and there was a feeling of knowing everything, even Wen Chaoan knew the rhythm of his heart clearly.

"If you don't speak, I will keep pulling."

Covered by the voices in the class, the air in this corner began to heat up, Lu Qiansong raised the volume confidently, and also meant to play tricks on Wen Chaoan.

Wen Chaoan didn't answer, and didn't struggle. He just sat quietly, looking at the front with a slightly serious expression. If the teacher who attacked him saw it from the back door, he must think he was a very serious classmate, but everyone else was laughing. His Attitude makes all the difference.

Also a little too intense.

Lu Qiansong smiled and wanted to speak, but suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Wen Chaoan——

The little classmate still didn't change his face, but he held his four fingers relaxed all the time, and the thumb in the palm of his hand was gently clenched. In Lu Qiansong's surprised eyes, Wen Chaoan just moved the corner of his mouth almost invisibly, as if the hand below Not his.

"Huh?" Lu Qiansong laughed after being taken aback, "You also..."

Are you too foul?

Only then did Wen Chaoan turn his head to look at him, blinked his round eyes innocently, and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Although he said so, he was not firm, moved his fingers, and wanted to take them away again.

Without even thinking about it, Lu Qiansong pinched him tightly with her fingers, touched his palm along the way, thrust her five fingers in domineeringly, and clasped them tightly.

The heart speeded up suddenly, Wen Chaoan lowered his head, his ears were hot, Lu Qiansong sat up, leaned back, looked at the teacher with his head slightly raised, with a foolish look, as if he was provoking him from afar Whoever it is is just an act of trying to cover up.

He himself felt an uncontrollable heartbeat.

It's also... quite excruciating.

Lu Qiansong reached out and pressed his heart, thinking so.