Why do you have a crush on me again

The last class in the morning is Teacher Ding's math class.

The first thing in class is to analyze yesterday's math homework.

"Today, I would like to invite two students to come up and demonstrate the last question of yesterday's homework on the blackboard."

When Teacher Ding said this, everyone turned to Ling Mo.

But Ling Mo still lowered his eyes and looked at the book.

"Mo Xiaobei, come up and write this question."

When Qu Yun heard the teacher call "Mo Xiaobei" by name, he didn't realize that he was calling him, until the classmate behind him poked him.

On the other hand, Li Yuanhang looked at him gloatingly, mouthing "Fatty is finished".

The other students also gave Qu Yun sympathetic looks.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Ding came to Li Yuanhang's desk again, and tapped his fingers on his desk: "Li Yuanhang, the other person is you."

"Ah? Teacher...why me?" Li Yuanhang's eyes widened.

"Don't you know?"

When Teacher Ding asked, Li Yuanhang couldn't speak a word.The few students who had been called by their parents for copying Li Yuanhang's homework showed puzzled smiles.

It took Li Yuanhang a long time to go up, and Qu Yun, who was standing on the other side of the blackboard, had already written several lines with chalk.

Li Yuanhang was in a daze, trying desperately to recall what it was like when he copied Ling Mo's homework, but he only squeezed out two or three lines.

On the contrary, it was Qu Yun. Ling Mo explained this question to him. Qu Yun's thinking logic was fine, and he kept writing, even Teacher Ding was surprised.

She had heard that Ling Mo lived at this kid's house last night, and that he had never been good at math. Suddenly, this kid came up with such a difficult question type. Teacher Ding had to think that he might have copied Ling Mo's. But he didn't expect to make it himself.

When the final answer came out, Qu Yun touched the back of his head.

Why doesn't that seem like an answer?

Qu Yun took the chalk and checked it line by line.

When they reached the third-to-last row, there was a soft coughing sound from behind.

Qu Yun's brain lit up: Hey, that's where the fault lies!Such a simple multiplication is wrong, I am still too nervous!

The English class representative, Chu Ning, turned her head following the cough, and saw Ling Mo, who always didn't care about other people's affairs, was looking at the blackboard with his chin propped.

To be precise, it should be looking at the little fat man.

When Qu Yun backed away again to reveal his calculation results, Teacher Ding nodded, while Ling Mo, who raised his chin, slightly curled the corners of his lips, lowered his head and continued to read his book.

Qu Yun's palms were covered with sweat, and he was also nervous.

"Mo Xiaobei, you can go back to your seat first." Teacher Ding nodded with a smile.

Qu Yun received the teacher's affirmative gaze and set off fireworks in his heart.

He looked in Ling Mo's direction, but was disappointed to find that Ling Mo didn't care.

Oh, forget it!

On the contrary, Li Yuanhang was still standing on the podium, wiping the blackboard eraser countless times.He really wanted to peek at Qu Yun's answer on the other side, but Qu Yun was inexperienced in answering questions on stage for the first time, and the handwriting was not as big as the palm of his hand, so he couldn't read clearly at all!

Teacher Ding waited patiently for another 3 minutes, and then said coldly: "It's ok, Li Yuanhang. This is the way of homework, if you can, you can, and if you don't, you won't. I know you can't, so I will do more." I spent my time teaching you. You pretend to know it now, but you can't pretend to be in the senior high school entrance examination."

The students in the audience burst out laughing shamelessly.

Li Yuanhang's ears turned red.

The hatred in his heart... However, Chen Qiao at the back said eccentrically: "He is just a habitual offender who loves other people's homework."

"You—" Li Yuanhang turned his head and stared at Chen Qiao.

However, Chen Qiao lazily looked in other directions: "Even Mo Xiaobei is not as good as him, do you have to blame others?"

After class, Qu Yun came to Ling Mo and smiled foolishly.

"Thank you for teaching me."

Ling Mo didn't speak, but just hummed softly.

"You said before that I was hopeless, don't you see that you are still back to life?"

Qu Yun continued to hang around in front of Ling Mo cheekily.

"Okay, I'll still use the word 'resurrection'."

As soon as Ling Mo raised his head, he froze.

Because Qu Yun pressed his hands on his stomach, and squeezed out a bulging heart shape with his fingers.

"I show my heart to you!"

Ling Mo stretched out his finger and poked at the center of the bulging heart: "Nerve."

"...I'm sad now."

Qu Yun let go of his hand, turned around and went back to his seat.

A few seconds later, Ling Mo raised his hand to cover his mouth with his chin propped up, and looked down at the book.

But Chu Ning, the English class representative who couldn't help but observe him today, felt that he seemed to be smiling.

At noon, students can eat in the small cafeteria of the school, and those who are close can go home.

Li Yuanhang had money on him, so he glanced at Ling Mo proudly. Ling Mo slept in someone else's house last night and didn't come home. Naturally, Chen Li didn't give him lunch money.

But Ling Mo didn't care at all.

Qu Yun took the house key, moved it to Ling Mo, and said, "Let's go, let's go home for dinner."

Ling Mo nodded: "Well, you go back."

Seeing him like that, Qu Yun knew that he was being stubborn again.

"Hey... You know that when my mother went out, she told us to make braised pork ribs, but you don't go... My mother must be sad, and I will be forced to hold on to your share, my stomach is full It's going to explode. Do you think you can bear it?"

Ling Mo still didn't move.

Qu Yun began to put his hands on his stomach to squeeze the meat again: "If you don't go to eat, I'll always be here to compare your hearts, compare your hearts! Compare your hearts! Aren't you crazy? I'm crazy and bother you to death!"

Ling Mo lowered his head and put his hands on Qu Yun's stomach: "Okay, don't compare."

Seeing his cold look, Qu Yun sighed in his heart.

"Go back to eat meat instead of dung, can you be happier?"

"I'm happy."

"I can't see it."

"Then I'm not going."

"Don't, you'd better come!"

When I got home, as soon as I opened the door, I could smell the delicious food.

Look at the table, fuck me...

Potato stewed beef, braised pork ribs, fish with pine nuts...

"Mom, is it Chinese New Year today?" Qu Yun was about to pick up the ribs with his chopsticks when Liang Ru slapped the back of his hand hard.

"Wash your hands!"

So Qu Yun and Ling Mo went to the bathroom to wash their hands.

Qu Yun had just wiped off the soap when he suddenly thought of something and said to Ling Mo who was standing behind, "Hand over here."

"what?"

Qu Yun rubbed his hand on Ling Mo's and said, "There's too much soap, I'll give you some."

"You don't need to mix it up, it's disgusting."

"Your hands are so pretty."

Qu Yun narrowed his eyes and smiled, and walked out regardless of whether Ling Mogao was happy or not.

Ling Mo stood in front of the sink, washed his hands clean, then looked at himself in the mirror, raised his hand, and looked sideways, as if trying to figure out what was so good about his hands.In fact, for Qu Yun, the hands of high-level intellectuals have their own halo.

Qu Yun's voice came from outside the door; "Mom—you don't have to go to work, how do you have time to cook so many dishes?"

"I worked overtime a few days ago, and it happened to be a compensatory rest this week!"

"It's over, you must cook a lot of food every day, I will be fat to death."

"Who made it for you? For Ling Mo."

"Am I your own son, or Ling Mo is your son?"

"Hehe, it's because you are my own son, otherwise I would have thrown you out!"

Ling Mo wiped his hands and sat down at the dining table. Liang Ru had already served him a big bowl of rice.

"You see you are too thin, eat more!"

Ling Mo froze there, motionless.

"What's the matter? You don't like ribs?" Liang Ru asked.

"No, thank you, auntie. It's been a long time since anyone brought food to me."

Ling Mo lowered his head and took a bite of the ribs.

Qu Yun also stretched out his chopsticks, and said inarticulately: "Then you come every day, and I will pick up food for you every day, and you are guaranteed to eat two as big as me!"

"I won't eat your saliva." Ling Mo said coolly.

Qu Yun was about to throw the beef into Ling Mo's bowl, but now he had to stop.

"Cut! If you don't eat, I will!"

Just as Qu Yun was about to put that piece of beef back into his bowl, Ling Mo said coolly, "No sincerity."

"Here you are! Here you are!"

Qu Yun eats slower than usual, because he knows that eating too fast and stuffing too much will only make him fatter. The task of getting fat will be handed over to Ling Mo in the future. He wants to become thinner and handsome. The dog eyes of a fat man!

After dinner, Ling Mo was going to help Liang Ru clean up the dishes, but Liang Ru patted him and said, "You should go back to school with Xiaobei, and you can sleep on the table for a while."

"Thank you auntie."

"Thank you. Come over for dinner tonight too? I just researched a glutinous rice chicken, and I will try it tonight."

"Auntie, I'd better go home at night. After all, my home is there."

Liang Ru thought for a while: "That's right. It's your home after all. If you don't go back and have a look, you don't know what your little aunt is going to do. And if you don't go back outside, she is so narrow-minded, so don't think you are throwing face at her." gone."

"Thank you, Auntie, for your understanding."

"It's okay, your aunt's twists and turns are not enough for me. You'd better pack up some clothes and put them here. If they make you uncomfortable, come and live here."

"Yeah." Ling Mo pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

Very solemn.

Qu Yun knew that Ling Mo would not show his feelings easily, but he would do anything to protect the people he really cared about.

The author has something to say: DAY12

Ling Mo: You still don't want to be thin like lightning.

Qu Yun: Why?

Ling Mo: If you lose weight, you won't be able to squeeze your heart with your belly.

Qu Yun: Didn't you say that my stomach squeezed my heart because I was nervous?

Ling Mo: ... I just like your nerves.

Qu Yun: What?It was too windy just now, so the young master didn't hear clearly.

Ling Mo: I just like raising pigs!