pretend to be poor

After evening self-study, Tong Huai found out the scarf and hat, wrapped himself up carefully, only showing his round eyes.

Turning his eyes to see Xue Ting looking at him with his chin resting, he was inexplicably shy and fierce: "What are you looking at me for?"

Xue Ting felt that he was like a cat wrapped in a small quilt, cherishing himself very carefully.

If only Tong Huai was a small one.

It is only as big as a palm, and it can be put in your pocket and carried with you, it only belongs to him.

Xue Ting himself was surprised by this sudden thought, and he was afraid of scaring the children when he said it, so he casually picked up Tong Huai's schoolbag, rubbed his head through the hat: "Don't do anything, go home. "

Tong Huaiweng let out an angry voice.

He was sick and unwilling to go to the hospital. He slept soundly surrounded by knowledge in the afternoon and night. He forgot to tell Yu Wen that he was going to Xue Ting’s house. Short message.

Xue Ting had sharp eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Yu Wen?"

Tong Huai handed him the mobile phone screen: "Well, I live with him recently, tell him about it."

Even if he knew where Tong Huai was recently, and knew that Tong Huai and Yu Wen had no ambiguity, Xue Ting was still not very happy.

He saw that Tong Huai lowered his head again, quickly tapped his fingertips on the screen of the phone, and hadn't finished chatting in the taxi, so he stretched out his arms to wrap around Tong Huai's narrow waist, leaned over and rested his chin on his shoulder, and scanned He glanced at the chat records of the two of them.

Tong Huai couldn't get to the point for a long time, and was still arguing with Yu whether to go to the hospital.

Xue Ting looked at it for a while, and said in a calm voice, "Zai Zai, tell him that you are staying at my house tonight."

Tong Huai remembered his original intention, said oh, and halfway through typing, he suddenly recalled the memory, turned his head to look at Xue Ting, revealing a pair of bright eyes, shining with joy and novelty, and lowered his voice: "Are you jealous?" ah?"

It seems obvious.

Xue Ting was silent for a moment, then nodded frankly: "Yes."

Except for grandparents who would show a little jealousy for being closer to him, Tong Huai had never seen anyone jealous for him. Like a child, he was happy in his heart, but he was embarrassed, so he sent out the words as he said.

Xue Ting caught a glimpse of Yu Wen sending a row of question marks, pressed Tong Huai's hand that wanted to continue replying, and tried his forehead temperature: "Did you take good care of yourself a few days ago?"

"Take the medicine," Tong Huai was distracted, sucked his nose, pulled up his sleeves, and showed him the back of his left hand, which was bruised from the infusion, "I still had an injection, it's not good."

He suddenly remembered something, his ears turned red, and his voice became softer: "You, what you did before... may be infected."

Xue Ting stared at his exposed half of the red ear, and the corner of his mouth hooked slightly: "It's worth it."

Tong Huai always felt that what he said was like being played by a hooligan, so he ground his teeth and stopped talking.

Taking a taxi was much faster than taking a bus, and returning to the familiar small courtyard, Tong Huai was a little nervous before entering the door, for fear that he and Xue Ting would feel uncomfortable, but after entering the door, he felt the same as before.

Except that they will do some more intimate things, getting along is no different from before.

It was different from the world that Tong Huai had fantasized and feared before, neither strange nor awkward.

He only drank half a cup of sweet porridge in the morning, and was coaxed by Xue Ting to eat two mouthfuls at noon. He lost his appetite at night and didn't have a mouthful of food. As soon as he entered the door, his stomach twitched, and he tugged Xue Ting's sleeve eagerly: " Tingting, I'm hungry."

Xue Ting clicked his tongue, took off his hat, and rubbed his hair gently: "Do you want to eat noodles?"

Tong Huai nodded sharply: "Eat, eat."

Xue Ting is good at cooking noodles. Tong Huai doesn't eat onions, but he likes his scallion oil noodles very much.

But Tong Huai was still sick, Xue Ting didn't make scallion oil noodles with heavy oil, and there was broth at home, so he first mixed lard, light soy sauce, peanut oil and sugar to make Yangchun noodles.

Tong Huai took off all the cold protection weapons on his body and strolled into the kitchen.

Xue Ting took off his school uniform jacket and wore a white turtleneck sweater. His youthful student spirit also faded a lot. He was clear and cold, with calm eyes. Under the bright light, his handsome profile made people's heartbeat .

Tong Huai took a peek at the refrigerator, very satisfied.

Look at how he bends, how quality he is.

His nose was still a bit stuffed, and he couldn't smell the aroma after inhaling, so he went over and acted like a baby: "I want to eat little crispy meat."

This kid usually picks and chooses, has a bad appetite, eats very little, and rarely asks for something to eat, Xue Ting indulges and nods, first puts the little crispy meat that he didn't finish eating last night into the pan, and re-oils it together.

The golden crispy meat that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside is really tempting.

Tong Huai was really hungry. He sniffed hard, smelled a faint fragrance, raised his head slightly, and opened his mouth to feed: "Ah."

Xue Ting stared at the little curly hair who had thrown himself into the net for three seconds, then paused, holding the spatula in one hand, pinched his chin with the other, bowed his head and kissed him deeply.

Soft and sweet taste.

Tong Huai was caught off guard by being kissed, his eyes widened in surprise, and he wanted to resist twice with "uuuuuuuuuuuuu".

He was wronged to death, the conscience of heaven and earth, he just wanted to eat a piece of crispy meat!

The temperature in the kitchen rose silently, as hot as summer.

Xue Ting turned off the fire before letting go of the spatula, put Tong Huai on the refrigerator, kissed him brazenly, and wiped his red lips with his fingers before letting go, with a hoarse voice: "It's a little hot, go out etc."

Tong Huai's face was completely red, and he left the kitchen resentfully, not forgetting to threaten with half of his head: "Wait for you to catch a cold!"

Not long after, Xue Ting brought out Yangchun noodles and crispy pork.

Tong Huai ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, then raised his head again: "Are you hungry?"

Xue Ting shook his head and held his chin to watch him eat.

He was too quiet, Tong Huai wanted to liven up the atmosphere, so he said in a strange way: "I suddenly remembered a joke."

"Ok?"

"A couple came home late at night, one of them was hungry, and the other said to her, I'll give you something to eat..." Tong Huai realized that something was wrong, his face immediately darkened, and he stared at him with a strange expression, half a smile but not a smile Xue Ting said, "Don't laugh."

Xue Ting hummed: "Don't laugh, I'll eat it for you."

Tong Huai: "..."

this dog.

There are not many noodles, and eating too much at night is not easy to digest. Tong Huai's face was blank, and he didn't say anything for the rest of the time. It was rare that there was no food left, and he ate cleanly.

After eating the noodles, he rolled up his sleeves and asked Ying to wash the dishes. Xue Ting pinched the back of his neck and pushed him out of the kitchen: "Go upstairs."

Tong Huai didn't want to wash the dishes, so he was polite and happily slipped upstairs when he heard the sound.

It only takes two bowls, and it can be done in a few minutes.

After Xue Ting finished washing, he went upstairs and saw that Tong Huai hadn't taken a shower, but was sitting at the desk in an orderly manner, not knowing what he was writing.

Tong Huai doesn't like to do homework, and has to play with his mobile phone every night, dawdling.

Xue Ting put one hand on the table and leaned over to look: "What are you writing?"

Tong Huai was so absorbed that he didn't notice Xue Ting's arrival. He was startled, and quickly covered the piece of paper in front of him with both hands, trying to hide it: "It's nothing!"

The pink love letter was spread out on the table, Xue Ting raised his eyebrows indifferently.

"..." Tong Huai curled his lips and let go of his hand, "I'll write back."

Xue Ting: "Huh?"

"She's going to transfer schools, I'll write her back."

Tong Huai thought that Xue Ting was jealous again, so he turned his head narrowly, but his hair was pressed and rubbed gently.

Xue Ting said: "Huai Zai, she doesn't want you to reply."

The girl was about to transfer schools and was about to leave this place. She did something she didn't dare to do before, so she begged Xue Ting to help her pass on the love letter.

She didn't want to get Tong Huai's reply, but just wanted to bravely convey her heart, but regretted it.

Tong Huai was stunned for a moment, then said slowly, pondered for a while, crumpled up the reply letter he just wrote, threw it into the wastebasket, and stretched himself: "Then I won't write, I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing him go out with the pajamas of the little dinosaur in his arms, Xue Ting thought for a moment, picked up the ball of paper, and unfolded it to have a look.

There were two lines written on the crumpled paper:

Thank you for liking me for so long, but I have someone I like, he likes me more than I like him, I have to work harder to like him, so I can't respond to you.

I heard that you are about to transfer to another school. I wish you a bright future and meet someone more worthy of your liking.

Little curly hair probably got impatient to practice calligraphy when he was a child, and he often wrote three or five characters one stroke at a time, and the rest became more and more crawling and chaotic.

This reply letter was well written, and every word was serious.

Xue Ting smoothed every wrinkle carefully, staring at these two short lines for a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit.

What is this, a hidden alternative confession?

Although he didn't get the "Chuxue's confession" that Tong Huai said, Xue Ting was still in a good mood seeing this. He folded the paper, opened the folder, and put it next to the note.

After finishing all this, he opened a book as if nothing had happened, and leaned against the head of the bed.

Tong Huai just took a shower and came back soon. Seeing Xue Ting go to take a bath, he found warm water and medicine on the table. He took the medicine obediently and wiped his hair impatiently. Turn out the homework and look at each other with them.

When Xue Ting came back, he saw Zhang's bitter face: "Tingting, I can't do my homework anymore."

Xue Ting: "..."

He raised his eyelids, grabbed Tong Huai, found the hair dryer, dried his hair, and patted him on the back: "Go to sleep."

"What about the homework?" Tong Huai yawned because there was a sleeping ingredient in the medicine, "It's Lao Lu's reading tomorrow morning, and she will collect the homework as soon as I go, and if I don't have time to copy it, she will hang me on the flagpole." ..."

In a surprise test in the first year of high school, the whole class failed the test, and some even got single digits in math.

Lu Shen was mad at them, and coldly threatened to hang them all on the flagpole. From then on, the three groups thought of the flagpole whenever they saw Lu Shen.

Xue Ting sat on the chair: "I'll write for you."

"Would you imitate my handwriting?"

Xue Ting flipped through his homework casually, nodded, and said seriously: "Ugly is a bit ugly, but ugly is very standardized, and it is not difficult to imitate."

Tong Huai: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a detriment to him.

Seeing his tangled expression, Xue Ting rubbed his curly hair again amusedly: "Go to sleep."

Tong Huai shook his head unwillingly: "Don't keep touching my head, I won't grow tall."

He staggered sleepily, yawned, rubbed his eyes and climbed onto the bed.

Immediately, the room was dark and quiet.

Like every time before, Xue Ting turned off the light and only turned on a small desk lamp.

As soon as Tong Huai touched the pillow, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep in a daze. After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from a dream and opened his eyes in a daze.

The soft light was still shrouded in front of the desk, and the rustling sound of writing was very smooth, with almost no pause.

Tong Huai rubbed his eyes, and quietly took a look at the phone next to the pillow.

One forty-five in the morning.

The thick drowsiness from before passed away, and after a night of sleep, my body relaxed a lot, and the fever subsided.

He said with a nasal voice: "Brother Ting, stop writing and go to sleep."

Xue Ting rubbed his wrist and tilted his head: "Are you awake? It's almost ready, you continue to sleep."

Tong Huai shook his head: "I'll wait for you."

In order not to let himself fall asleep again unconsciously, Tong Huai touched the phone and prepared to play for a while.

In the middle of the night, playing games was too noisy, and there was no one on the social software, he suddenly remembered the post that Lin Tanya had made.

More than half a month ago, he sneered at it, thinking that it was all a little girl's imagination, and it was simply nonsense.

Now the identity and mood are different.

Tong Huai secretly glanced at Xue Ting, shrunk under the quilt as if guilty, only showing half of his face, opened the school forum, and saw the post at a glance.

Some time ago, because of the cold war between Tong Huai and Xue Ting, people who watched the post silently were also blasted out, and the comments soared, and it has become a well-deserved popular post on the school forum.

The posts are updated very diligently, and they are all the daily interactions between Tong Huai and Xue Ting.

Lin Tanya is usually so gentle and refined in front of people, but she is so detached when it comes to this, she is a completely different person.

Tong Huai skipped the replies and only looked at the daily life recorded by Lin Tanya, looking at it with gay eyes, quite relishing it.

The post also recorded the cold war between the two of them a while ago.

2311L: Mr. X and Mr. T had a cold war for some reason. Mr. T was sick, but Mr. X did not accompany him, and Mr. C at the front desk brought him hot water. (sad)

The replies all expressed their worries, berating Mr. X for being indifferent and ruthless, and worried that the CP he was chasing would be BE.

Tong Huai let out a "tsk", skipped those meaningless beeps and clicks, and continued to slide down.

2378L: Sisters, don’t be afraid, I just met Mr. X in the office to pick up the hot water, and I went out and handed it to Mr. C! ! !

To emphasize the point, that cup of hot water was received by Mr. X! Mr. X took it!He's just Xiao Tsundere, who can't save face and secretly pokes and cares about Mr. T, this is wedding candy! ! !

Tong Huai: "..."

Up to the office, down to the corridor.

Are the people in this crappy school driven crazy by the exam? How many people are frantically chasing this post?

There are many replies one after another below, saying that I often bump into Xue Ting in the infirmary or cafeteria.

Tong Huai jumped and watched for more than half an hour, his eyes were sore.

Xue Ting finished the homework for two people, turned off the lamp, and lay down on the bed: "What are you looking at?"

Tong Huai put down his phone, leaned over to warm him up, and murmured something in a low voice.

"Huh?" Xue Ting was also a little sleepy and couldn't hear clearly.

"I said," Tong Huai repeated, "is this what it's like to have a boyfriend?"

Xue Ting smiled lightly: "How do you feel?"

Tong Huai went on for a while, and replied honestly: "It's not bad."