pretend to be poor

Because he couldn't think of a legitimate reason to reject the kindness of Xue's grandparents, Tong Huai moved back to the old house before returning home for a few days.

Self-inflicted, making himself look like a two hundred and fifty.

Although the proposal with Xue Ting came on a whim, the more Tong Huai thought about it, the more feasible it became.

Didn't Chen Wu think that grades are the number one, and look down on him and Yu Wen?

Then he will study hard with Xue Ting, try to do better in the exam, and then hit him in the face with the report card.

When Xue Ting was preparing for the math competition, he took the time to sort out the notes on the basic knowledge points of the compulsory math exam. He regarded it as a way to relax and consolidate the foundation. He handed it to Tong Huai for self-study on Friday night. Lazy: "Tutorial for beginners."

Unexpectedly, Xue Ting would be so attentive, Tong Huai took it with both hands in astonishment, and flipped through the notebook.

Xue Ting's handwriting is beautiful.

It's not the kind of standard and good-looking ones that are practiced in copybooks. They seem to have specially practiced calligraphy. People like him have edges and corners, and have a strong character inside.

It's really a novice tutorial, and the points marked are all easy to get points, which can be called a nanny level.

Such a note is worth far more than the outside.

Saying thank you is too thin, Tong Huai rubbed the handwriting on it with his fingertips, not knowing what else to say for a while.

"Chinese and English are up to you," Xue Ting said casually, leaning on the back of the chair. "I'll help you sort out the rest when I have time, and always review before the monthly exam. It's not difficult to master the basics, so you need to accumulate experience first."

Tong Huai oh oh: "Understood, these are mobs, accumulate experience and level up before fighting the boss."

The analogy is quite appropriate.

Xue Ting unconsciously rubbed his wrist and nodded lazily.

Tong Huai's eyes also fell on his hands.

It didn't take long before Xue Ting came up with a novice tutorial for him, and it was estimated that his hands would be useless.

... What a warm-hearted Lei Feng!

His heart was slightly hot, and he said in a strange way: "You stretch out your hand, and I will squeeze it for you."

Xue Ting stopped moving, and his eyes moved to Tong Huai's face strangely.

Tong Huai blurted out this sentence, remembering that Xue Ting didn't like to be in contact with people, and touched the tip of his nose, trying to ambiguously avoid embarrassment, but Xue Ting suddenly stretched out his hand.

The fingers of the hands spread out in front of him were evenly long, with well-defined joints, and under the light of the classroom, they were as cold as jade.

Tong Huai noticed that there was a mole on his left wrist. It was very small, but it was very eye-catching on his fair wrist.

Tong Huai hesitated for a moment, and took Xue Ting's hand.

He gave Tong Jingyuan a lot of massages, skillfully pressed his wrists and fingers, and praised him casually: "Your hands are pretty, and they are suitable for playing the piano."

After finishing speaking, I regretted it. Xue Ting's family conditions may not support him to learn piano.

The fingers that touched it were warm, and the ten fingers connected to the heart, and the thin itching on the knuckles and wrists seemed to have rushed to the heart.

Xue Ting is not used to having such intimate contact with others. After he was five years old, even his parents never held his hand like this again.

He didn't let Tong Huai see his unnaturalness, he responded in a low voice, and politely replied: "You are not bad, too."

After speaking, he glanced at Tong Huai's fingers, they were really pretty.

It's a pity that Tong Huai's family background is not good, otherwise he must be very beautiful if he learns piano and violin.

Tong Huai was sitting inside, and Xue Ting handed him his right hand. The posture was very awkward, so he simply turned sideways, adjusted his posture, put the test paper on his lap, and held the pen in his left hand, writing quickly as before.

The test paper was brought by Lu Can, the math teacher before the evening self-study, and Chen Yuan was brought in a thick stack, which was placed on the table with a slap, which made Tong Huai suffer from myocardial infarction.

Tong Huai recalled that scene, and glanced at Xue Ting again, only to realize that it was against harmony, his eyes widened slightly: "Are you left-handed?"

"Well, I only used my left hand when I was a child, but now I can use my right hand flexibly."

Xue Ting was careless, most of his thoughts fell on the touch and temperature of Tong Huai's fingers.

Ignoring the unaccustomed point, it is indeed very comfortable to press.

Chen Yuan was also doing practice papers, but unfortunately got stuck on a question again, thinking that this time he must overcome his fear and ask questions successfully.

The first grade sits behind, how can resources be wasted.

Classmate Chen turned around fearlessly: "Brother Xue, please ask me."

Seeing clearly what the two people were doing behind them, Chen Yuan choked up: "..."

Tong Huai and Xue Ting looked up at the same time: "Huh?"

"It's nothing...it's nothing." Chen Yuan stared at the hands they held together, his brows twitched, fearing that he would be silenced, he immediately turned back, slapped Zhao Gou hard, and said angrily, "You people from Yunnan? It’s not that I’m going to give people poisonous mushrooms, I’m seeing hallucinations.”

Zhao Gou was seriously playing a small game on the WeChat applet, and somehow slapped him, glaring at him: "Fart, Tong Huai also ate it, isn't it still fine..."

Before Zhao Gou finished speaking, he looked back and turned back stiffly: "I'm sorry brother, it might be really poisonous."

Tong Huai: "Leave them alone, they're sick."

Xue Ting hung thin eyelids, aloof from the world: "Yes."

Tong Huai rubbed him honestly for a while, and then began to be dishonest again, scratching his palm with his fingertips: "Hey, what kind of person is she?"

Letting a teenage guy not play games or basketball to solve problems all day long, is this the power of love!

Xue Ting scratched him abruptly, and shook Tong Huai's mischievous fingers reflexively, raising his eyebrows in doubt: "What?"

"Fake it with me, I know all about it," Tong Huai raised his eyes gossipingly, his brows were bright and attractive under the incandescent light, there were two shallow dimples on his face, and his smile looked very sweet, "is it beautiful?"

……what?

Xue Ting lost his mind for a moment, and his heart was hit for no reason.

After a while, he let go of Tong Huai's hand, absent-mindedly: "Pretty." After a short pause, he added, "Very beautiful."

Tsk, you ugly dog.

Tong Huai's guess was confirmed. Seeing that Xue Ting turned back to brush up the questions, he hooked his finger, took out his mobile phone, and shared gossip in the sun group.

-Not curly and straight: Great news, Xue Ting has a very beautiful girlfriend!

-Zhao Gou: You are more beautiful! [powerful]

Tong Huai: "..."

Tong Huai didn't like people saying he was beautiful, so he thought he wanted to fight, so he kicked Zhao Gou's stool.

- Chen Yuan: I also think you are more beautiful!

- not curly very straight: ...

- Tian Xin: Can you guys stop being so gay? [despise]

- Tian Xin: But our little boy is really beautiful

Tong Huai suspected that this group of people were out of their minds, put down their phones in a daze, lowered their voice, a little nervous: "They seem to have drunk fake wine."

"Then control yourself, don't drink too." Xue Ting didn't even lift his head.

After evening self-study, you can go home and stay for a day and a half.

The boarding students and day students all went home one after another, the school gate was blocked, the car lights were on, and the horns kept ringing, all parents came to pick up their children.

Tong Huai took Xue Ting's downwind bicycle, and when he got home, he thought it was not a problem.

You can't live here until you find a suitable opportunity to confess, right?

How about he also buy a bicycle to learn and let Xue Ting go first?

After returning home and taking a shower, Tong Huai wiped his hair, took out a bag of milk from the refrigerator, and swiped Weibo with it in his mouth.

The singer I like posted a post, the concert will start on October [-]nd, and the countdown is on.

He immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Moments happily, drinking milk contentedly and going to sleep.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning, the old house facing the street ushered in the continuous sound of people and cars.

Tong Huai was woken up in his sleep, and threw away the useless sound-proof earplugs in a collapse. When he covered his head with the quilt, he just fell asleep in a daze, and was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone.

He didn't want to open his eyes, and he didn't want to care about the call, but after waiting for a while, the phone was still ringing, he lifted the quilt annoyed, and took out the phone with a depressed face, trying to sneak through the current and kill this man .

Seeing the name jumping on the screen, Tong Huai's murderous look disappeared, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button: "Tingting, what are you doing so early in the morning? I don't know if it's because I have to make up lessons this morning."

Xue Ting's voice came through the microphone, it was chilly, and it sounded a little colder than usual: "You can be more sloppy."

Tong Huai curled his lips: "Shouldn't I just call you by your nickname? If you're not happy, you can call me back. Zai Zai Huai Bao can call you whatever you want."

Xue Ting paused, and his tone was a bit strange: "Zai Zai?"

"You really called it?" Tong Huai was upset again, and double-labeled on the spot, "It's only for my dad and grandparents to call, take a rest."

"..." Xue Ting didn't talk nonsense with him: "Come down."

"what?"

"I'm downstairs at your house."

Tong Huai was really confused this time, jumped out of bed and ran to the window, opened the curtains and saw that Xue Ting was really downstairs, next to his little four.

There is no need to wear school uniforms on weekends. The boys wear black loose T-shirts. They are straight and slender, like a straight bamboo.

Seemingly aware of the line of sight, Xue Ting raised his head and looked this way.

The second floor is not high, and Tong Huai's eyesight is good, so he could clearly see that he moved his lips and said "3 minutes".

Tong Huai hung up the phone, quickly ran to wash up, casually pulled off his clothes and trousers, went downstairs and ran to Xue Ting: "Why are you here?"

"Take you somewhere." Xue Ting glanced at Tong Huai's somewhat disheveled hair, remembering that when he answered the phone, his voice was hoarse, nasal, and he spoke like a coquettish child. "Just got up?"

Tong Huai was weak: "Thank you for finding out."

Xue Ting looked disgusted, and pedaled his bicycle: "I waited until now to call."

The implication was that Tong Huai was expected to stay in bed.

I just didn't expect him to stay so late.

Tong Huai thinks this person is really outrageous, he wakes up so early every day, don't know if they are all scumbags who get up late.

He hadn't woken up yet, didn't come up with nagging, and continued to doze off with his eyes downcast, and he wasn't afraid that Xue Ting would take him to sell him.

Xue Ting stopped halfway, and went to the alley with cat food.

Tong Huai followed lazily, yawned against the wall, and looked at the litter of cats.

Not seeing each other for a while, the three kittens have grown up in a circle, and their meows are soft and baby-like.

Sanhua is still a gangster, fierce, especially towards Tong Huai.

Tong Huai has been loved by everyone since he was a child, and he has never been so unwelcome, even though the other party is a cat.

He was not happy, he leaned his back against the wall, put his hands in his pockets, bent down and looked at her for a while, grinned his teeth and made a grimace: "Look at your flamboyance, I'll call you Xiao Hua."

Sanhua hadn't seen anyone who owed her so much before, so she gritted her teeth and let out a low growl.

Tong Huai couldn't be more fierce than her. He pursed his mouth, tugged at the corner of Xue Ting's clothes, and complained aggrievedly: "She is fierce to me."

...I haven't woken up yet, so I like to act like a baby.

Xue Ting mercilessly slapped him on the head and brought him back by the collar: "Who asked you to court death."

After feeding the cat, Xue Ting took Tong Huai to the west of Wangzhen District.

Tong Huai also woke up and dozed off, guessing where Xue Ting was going to take him, he was a little excited.Apart from Yu Wen's house, he hadn't been to any other classmates' house yet.

On the way, he dragged Xue Ting by the collar to force a stop, and ran to a small supermarket to buy lychees and watermelons.

The number of residents beside the two roads gradually changed from more to less, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.Twenty minutes later, Xue Ting rode up a gentle slope and stopped outside an even older house on the gentle slope.

Tong Huai looked around curiously.

This is a house with a courtyard, the courtyard wall is made of red bricks, covered with creepers, the courtyard door is very old, I don't know what era it is from.

... The conditions of Xue Ting's family are indeed not very good.

Tong Huai made up the painful scene of his grandfather raising his grandson by collecting scraps and pension subsidies, and looked at the brand-new bicycle, and couldn't help but say, "Tingting."

Xue Ting cast a cold gaze that could kill someone.

"Protect Xiao Si, don't lose it again."

Tong Huai speaks in earnest.

A bicycle is such a burden for Grandpa Xue.

Xue Ting, who is so heartless, lost three cars in a row!

Xue Ting: "..."

He pushed open the courtyard door expressionlessly, thinking to himself: You also drank fake wine.