Xiaoman

Xia Liang glanced at the breakfast Liu Xiaoman handed over with drooping eyelids.

He leaned back on the back of the chair, holding a pen with his right hand on the table, and Liu Xiaoman's hand was passed under his arm, as if he was passing some precious egg, showing some tentativeness and caution.

Xia Liang twirled the pen twice, then raised his eyes to look at Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman didn't look at him, his gaze was downcast, and he didn't know where to fix it, just waiting for him to pick it up.

"I've already eaten." Xia Liang didn't answer, raised his left hand on his lap, and flicked it on the back of Liu Xiaoman's hand.

This is what it means to let him take it back.

As soon as Xia Liang's little action of playing the hand came up, Liu Xiaoman's eyelashes trembled violently as if they were being bounced on the eyelids.

This movement is too familiar, flicking and touching, Xia Liang always teased him like this when he first became familiar with it.Liu Xiaoman was almost in a trance, the sense of casualness and relaxation when the two of them got along in the past instantly surged up, giving him the illusion that nothing had changed.

He withdrew his hand, the loss of not sending anything was offset a lot, and he couldn't help but feel a little flattered.

It's not that Xia Liang doesn't want to get in touch with him at all, at least it's much better than the attitude of the convenience store.And everyone else has turned back, just thinking about this, is enough for Liu Xiaoman to be excited for a class, and want to flick the pen tip when writing the paper.

"Go eat!" The last class in the morning ended, Li Meng almost stood up with the school bell, stretched his waist in a daze, raised his left hand just behind Wang Chao's head, and patted Wang Chao's head.

"Finish this one." Wang Chao shook his shoulders to push him away, turned around and sat against the wall, stared at the screen and turned his face towards Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman: "Together?"

"Aren't you two going home at noon?" Xia Liang was still writing a question in his hand, and glanced at them.

"I haven't returned since the beginning of this semester." Li Meng said.

"Damn it, you didn't go to No. [-] Middle School, it was Metamorphosis, right?" He tilted his head to look at the topic Xia Liang was working on, "What, why haven't I seen it before, have we posted it before?"

Wang Chao glanced at them: "You're from No. [-] Middle School, you don't even recognize those from our school."

"Internal textbook?" Li Meng smacked his lips, "It's awesome."

Liu Xiaoman turned his face to follow along. Xia Liang was writing a booklet bound together with printed paper. It was quite thick. He wanted to ask in the morning, but he was embarrassed.

Xia Liang made the last stroke, and turned the booklet over to reveal the cover. The cover was just a piece of paper with a few big black characters printed on it——

Internal Textbook

(Math)

"Damn it, it's really true." Li Meng immediately laughed, "The inside is the inside, and it's really printed on the cover. I'm afraid the whole world won't know. Is this school short-hearted?"

"Let's skip the sentence 'do not spread without permission'." After finishing the game, Dynasty put away his phone and stood up to enjoy the music.

"Lend me a copy of Brother Bai Liang." Li Meng picked up the internal textbook and flipped through it. "Take it back and show it to my mother. It will move her so much."

"Can you not be touched, the foolish son coaxed his mother for three years." Wang Chao continued.

"Don't mention this, I'm going to have a heart attack if I take the college entrance examination." Li Meng covered his heart in pain.

"Whatever." Xia Liang asked Li Meng to take away the internal textbooks, took a look at his phone, and stood up, "A canteen?"

"I'll take it when I come back, and I'll throw it away." Li Meng put the internal textbook back on Xia Liang's desk, and pulled Liu Xiaoman: "Let's go."

"You guys go, I'll finish this piece." Liu Xiaoman pressed the tip of the pen to the bottom of his lips, staring at the title without looking up.

He sat alone at the two tables for too long, and couldn't help thinking about Xia Liang. Every time he focused his attention, Xia Liang raised his arm, and his eyeballs involuntarily wanted to turn sideways, always feeling like he was dreaming.

I spent an exciting and inefficient morning, so I have to make up for it at noon.

Xia Liang glanced at him, Li Meng rushed ahead of him and said as usual: "Aren't you going?"

"Bring it to you?" Wang Chao asked.

"No need." Liu Xiaoman shook his head, "I have food, I'm not hungry."

"Your return to the same table position is just like this." Li Meng patted Xia Liang's arm, and sighed with a smile, "I'm balanced."

Liu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, he really didn't think about it, so he quickly turned to look at Xia Liang.

"Let's write." Xia Liang said something to him, and went out through the back door.

There are still two months before the college entrance examination, even the atmosphere in their class is quite tense. The students who go to school basically don’t go back at noon, and many students who live on campus just soak in the classroom. question.

Apart from Liu Xiaoman, there were quite a few people in the class who didn't go to dinner. Some of them had to be taken care of, and some waited for the cafeteria's peak season to pass before moving. They got together to chat and watch variety shows.Liu Xiaoman felt that he hadn't written two questions yet, Xia Liang's stool moved, he was still thinking about how he could eat so fast, he turned around and saw that it was Yu Shou.

"Didn't go to eat?" Yu Shou lifted a knee and pressed down on Xia Liang's stool with a packed lunch.

"I'm not hungry." Liu Xiaoman smiled at him.

"Is this Xia Liang's, brought from the [-]th High School?" Yu Shou raised his chin at the internal textbooks on Xia Liang's desk.

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"Can I watch?" Yu Shou put the lunch box on the window sill, and sat down in Xia Liang's seat.

According to Xia Liang's personality, he must be able to, Liu Xiaoman knew that he didn't care about these things, otherwise he couldn't just put it on the table and refuse to accept it.

But he still hesitated: "You wait for him to come back."

He didn't dare to move even if he wanted to.

"Okay." Yu Shou smiled, glanced ahead, put his arm on Xia Liang's table, propped his head and lowered his voice and said to Liu Xiaoman: "Actually, I think if Xia Liang doesn't mind, I will make a copy for Han Xuebi."

Liu Xiaoman looked at Han Xuebi in front of him, and he guessed that Yu Shou also meant the same thing.

After Han Xuebi's parents ran on Yu Shou in the office last year, Yu Shou never showed any kindness to Han Xuebi in the class, but they were both in the class, and both of them were class cadres, so there were still many opportunities to get in touch. Every time the two of them met, Li Meng would shake his stool and analyze, but Yu Shou still didn't stop.

Several times Liu Xiaoman also saw Yu Shou passing by Han Xuebi's seat, and would look at her again as if nothing happened.

Li Meng always said that Yu Shou was too humble, no one would shed tears of love after seeing it.

But Liu Xiaoman was really envious of Yu Shou at the time, at least he and Han Xuebi were still in the same class, so Yu Shou could still take a look if he wanted to secretly.

"Do you still like her?" Liu Xiaoman also lay down on the table and asked him in a low voice.

"Then you can say that you don't like it if you don't like it, and your brain doesn't listen to me." Yu Shou sighed lightly, and smiled embarrassedly and patted Liu Xiaoman, "You don't understand, you just do it all day long." question."

I know it all too well.

Liu Xiaoman also sighed.

"Mainly I'm afraid of nothing," Yu Shou stared at Han Xuebi's back just as he was about to continue, when he saw Han Xuebi move, although he just hooked his head to take out a book from the table bucket, he immediately suppressed his voice again, "I I'm afraid she won't want it if I give it to you."

"Probably not." Liu Xiaoman shook his head seriously, "Maybe she doesn't like you, but she definitely likes the questions in No. [-]."

It's not that Han Xuebi is utilitarian, the college entrance examination is coming, and the students who are more motivated all want to be better, and no one can move after reading the good review materials.

Yu Shou looked at him for a while, hesitant to speak.

Liu Xiaoman said "ah", and after realizing it, he wanted to laugh a little: "I'm sorry, but I don't necessarily dislike you."

"Don't mend it, it's already worn out," Yu Shou rubbed his heart, "Are all of you schoolmasters so scumbags, you should compare according to your own logic."

"Then I must not like you." Liu Xiaoman still wanted to laugh.

"Yes, you also like the questions in the [-]th middle school." Yu Shou nodded and stood up.

I like Xia Liang.

Liu Xiaoman smiled and said nothing, but answered in his heart.

"Anyway, if Xia Liang comes back, if I can borrow it, I'll make a copy first, and ask the teacher in charge to give it to her." Yu Shou lowered his head and tugged at his pants, and quickly whispered, "Call me when he comes back."

"Okay." Liu Xiaoman picked up the pen and continued to work on the problem.

Before the tip of the pen came out, Yu Shou turned around and shouted "I'll go".

Liu Xiaoman looked back, Xia Liang didn't know when he came back, he was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and looking at him.

Liu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.

"Are you talking?" Xia Liang smiled.

"...Ah." Liu Xiaoman stared at him, and the words "I like Xia Liang" in his heart almost slipped out of Tianling Gai.

"When you come, don't make a sound, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Yu Shou tapped Xia Liang's shoulder.

"You two are chatting like little sisters, so I'm not embarrassed to interrupt." Xia Liang said.

"Get lost." Yu Shou smiled and pointed to his desk, "Can you lend me a photocopy?"

"Take it directly." Xia Liang threw the internal textbook into his arms.

"Thank you!" Yu Shou snapped his fingers and went out directly through the back door.

Xia Liang sat down on the seat, and continued to tidy up the pile of papers that were not finished in the morning, while Liu Xiaoman continued to stare at him.

After watching it for about 3 minutes, Xia Liang turned his face to meet his eyes: "What are you looking at?"

"Have you finished eating?" Liu Xiaoman looked at his expression.

"Otherwise?" Xia Liang said.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoman nodded his head dragging his throat, shaking the pen between his fingers, and turned his gaze back to the paper on the table.

"Where's your question, finished?" Xia Liang asked him back.

"No." Liu Xiaoman shook his pen again, he suddenly became less nervous, and he was in an inexplicably good mood, very good, very good, so good that although he was embarrassed to continue looking at Xia Liang, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but want to turn up Run, "I chatted with my little sister."

This time it was Xia Liang who stared at him.

Liu Xiaoman pretended not to see, and began to work on the questions with a swaying mind.

It wasn't until from the corner of the eye that Xia Liang's mouth corners turned up suddenly as if he couldn't help it, and then he looked away and went to pack his things, he was like the warm spring water with his bones pumped, his head drooping lower and lower, the corners of his mouth raised higher and higher, In the end, he simply buried his mouth in his arm behind Xia Liang's back, squinted his eyes and laughed for a long time.