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When a person who likes to speak harshly meets another person who likes to speak harshly, the result is that the two of them come and go, sparks fly, and they stare at each other in the classroom.

Jian Zhou pointed at the thing stuffed in his collar, and said coldly, "Take it out."

"There's no reason to take back what I sent out." Qiao Yichuan narrowed his eyes, leaned in front of Jian Zhou and said, "Do you know what this is?"

Jian Zhou kept a straight face and didn't speak, but his heartbeat began to speed up secretly.

"Love letter!" Qiao Yichuan said these two words almost close to Jian Zhou's ear. After finishing speaking, he immediately stepped back and stood up straight, showing a provocative smile at Jian Zhou.

Jian Zhou was annoyed by these two words. He gritted his teeth, took out the letter from his collar, looked at Qiao Yichuan, and tore it in half without hesitation.

The sound of paper being torn stimulated Qiao Yichuan. He felt that what Jian Zhou tore was not paper, but his loneliness.

"You fucking..." Before Qiao Yichuan finished speaking, the head teacher stood at the door of the classroom.

Jian Zhou followed Qiao Yichuan's gaze to the door, and when he saw the head teacher coming, he immediately threw the paper in his hand into the table.

He suddenly felt guilty and nervous, glanced at Qiao Yichuan again, turned around and sat on the chair, as if nothing had happened just now.

Jian Zhou opened the exercise book, stared at the exercises in front of him and put on a show.

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Yichuan laughed, stood by his desk, unzipped Jian Zhou's pencil case, took out a pen from it, and said, "Thank you, monitor."

He took the pen and left, leaving Jian Zhou puzzled.

But since the man left, the teacher didn't ask any more questions, so Jian Zhou naturally pretended that nothing happened.He was calm on the surface, but he still couldn't be calm in his heart. His mind was full of the so-called "love letter" that he stuffed in the table, and he had to admit that he was curious.

However, even though he was curious, Jian Zhou decided to be as patient as possible.

There are many trials in life, and Qiao Yichuan is one of them.

Sun Wukong followed his master through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to obtain the scriptures. He hoped that he would not be so sad.

The whole day passed, and everything seemed to be in order. The head teacher didn't ask Jian Zhou what Qiao Yichuan was talking to him in the morning, and Qiao Yichuan disappeared in the afternoon, so he didn't know where he skipped class and went.

But he was not there, Jian Zhou felt that he had to be better, and the class was much quieter during self-study.

However, today's Jian Zhou still can't concentrate. Every time he reaches into the table to find something, he will encounter the "love letter" that he tore into pieces in the morning.

He was originally a person who had no curiosity about anything other than study, but Qiao Yichuan was an exception. Since the first time they met, Jian Zhou began to pay attention to him uncontrollably.

It's just that, for more than two years, no one knows about it except himself.

Until the evening self-study was over, Jian Zhou packed up his things and was about to go home, but Qiao Yichuan still didn't show up.

He couldn't remember if this had happened before, because it seemed that before today, he had been forcing himself not to pay attention to Qiao Yichuan.Jian Zhou is an extremely self-disciplined person, basically he can do whatever he decides to do, but these two days are abnormal, probably because spring is coming, and the heart of spring is about to wake up.

Jian Zhou scolded himself in his heart, and decided to blow the wind on the way home and correct his study attitude.

After packing his schoolbag, he stood up and prepared to go home. However, after hesitating for a moment, he still glanced around with his corner of the eye. Seeing that no one was looking at him, he quickly grabbed the pieces of paper he tore and stuffed them into the into his school uniform pocket.

When he walked out, he was flustered, and he always had a feeling of being stared at, but when he turned around, he found that no one noticed what he did.

This is a typical guilty conscience, and Jian Zhou doesn't like this feeling very much.

The playground path he walked after he went out was dark, which made him feel at ease.

He was very irritable. This kind of behavior that he knew he shouldn't but couldn't stop at all made him continue to panic. He obviously had more important things to do, but he was distracted at this time. This is really unforgivable.

When he pushed his bicycle out, he even looked left and right, and almost hit the bicycle of the classmate in front of him.

He was looking for Qiao Yichuan, that's right, he didn't see that guy all afternoon, so he couldn't let it go, although, looking back, what that guy was doing and what he would do in the future had nothing to do with him.

Passing by the place where the two were entangled yesterday, Jian Zhou actually looked forward to Qiao Yichuan's sudden appearance. He felt that he was probably too lonely recently, and he hadn't finished the newly bought exercise book, so he had time to think about these things.

So, in order to make himself feel less guilty, when passing by a small bookstore outside the school, Jian Zhou resolutely stopped and bought two sets of mock exams for the college entrance examination.

"Can my dad come?" Qiao Yichuan was sitting in the injection room of the hospital with a hanging bottle in his hand.

"Mr. Qiao didn't answer the phone. Maybe the meeting isn't over yet." It was an uncle in his 40s who spoke. Qiao Yichuan looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

"Forget it, you can call his secretary again to tell him not to come, so as not to worry me." Qiao Yichuan suddenly developed a fever at noon. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to find an excuse not to go to class, but the driver took him to the hospital for a checkup. He had a high fever. 38 degrees nine, whatever you say, you have to follow him to finish the injection before leaving.

In fact, it would be fine if it was just a bottle. Qiao Yichuan felt that there was nothing wrong with it except that the time was long and boring. At worst, he could lie on a chair and watch a movie to pass the time. However, after the sister nurse took his temperature, she said: "Well, I have a fever, let's get a muscle injection first to reduce the fever."

Qiao Yichuan has been extremely resistant to muscle needles since he was a child. First, he feels pain. Every time the needle goes in, he feels that the leg he was stabbed in seems to have been bitten by a zombie and is about to mutate; The trousers are too shameful, and it's too cheap for this world to just show her flamboyant buttocks like this.

However, it was inevitable that he was held down by the uncle driver, and the sister nurse had a smile on her face, and said words of comfort to him, but her hands were not gentle at all.

Seventeen-year-old Qiao Yichuan felt like he was back in the summer when he was seven years old, and wanted to cry when he was pricked by a needle.

While hanging the bottle, the uncle driver called Qiao Yichuan's father to report on Mr. Qiao's situation. Mr. Qiao said, "The boy is in good health, and he won't burn out. You should accompany him to get an injection first. After a while, I will go over after the meeting and go home together."

However, two and a half hours later, Qiao Yichuan's second bottle of medicine was almost exhausted, and his father was still nowhere to be seen.

Just like that, Qiao Yichuan watched two movies in the injection room until the bottle was finished. It was dark, but there was still no news from his father.

"Wait no more!" Qiao Yichuan was a little annoyed, picked up the schoolbag on the chair and walked out, "I want to eat braised pork ribs, steamed elbows, and Coca-Cola chicken wings tonight!"

"It's so late, will it be too greasy to eat?"

Qiao Yichuan glanced at the driver uncle, and said unhappily, "I'm in puberty now, I'm growing up, and it's normal to eat anything."

He sat in the back seat, looked at the time, and fiddled with his phone with his head down. He had played enough games and felt bored. He suddenly thought of Jian Zhou. Qiao Yichuan suddenly thought angrily: What a mistake, he didn't know what Jian Zhou's phone number was How many.

Qiao Yichuan wanted to laugh when he thought of Jian Zhou's expression when he saw the head teacher in the morning. It turned out that good students were also afraid of the teacher.

He thought very maliciously: If one day the teacher finds out that this three-good student and outstanding class cadre is in love with him who makes teachers and students all headaches when they meet, what will his reaction be?

He couldn't help it, leaned back in his chair and laughed.

"It seems that your fever has subsided," the driver uncle glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and said, "You are in a good mood? Why don't you add a vegetarian dish tonight!"

"No!" Qiao Yichuan raised his eyebrows and said, "If you're in a good mood, add a lion's head to me!"

After Jian Zhou came home, his behavior was no different from before, but when his mother said that he could read in his room and accompany him to study, Jian Zhou decisively refused.

"I can't concentrate with you here."

In the past, his mother often accompanied him. Jian Zhou never objected and was used to it, but this time he suddenly refused with this reason, which surprised his mother.

But they never had to worry about Jian Zhou's study, so his mother didn't say much, washed him a plate of fruit and then went to the study.

Jian Zhou was the only one left in the bedroom. He locked the door carefully, and then dug out the few pieces of paper from his school uniform pocket.

In fact, it can't be completely called fragments. When Jian Zhou tore it, it was not shredded. It was just a few large pieces, which were easy to put together.

He put the pieces of paper in different shapes on the table, and put them together carefully and patiently.

There are a lot of pieces, and he will finish it soon.

He saw Qiao Yichuan write:

Jian Zhou: Zhanxinjia!Byron said: "What is love without youth? What is youth without love?" Ovid added: "Whoever keeps saying "I don't love" loves." And I admit, although你高傲得让我有点儿想揍你，但我还是爱上了你。As the saying goes, I wake up and feel that I love you very much. I hope you can be with me. After all, youth can’t be kept, and it’s too late if you don’t fall in love early.

Just such a passage made Jian Zhou hold back his laughter and hurt himself.

He couldn't take it anymore, took out a red gel pen, and started to make comments on it.

[It’s not Ovid, it’s Ovid. 】

[Double quotation marks cannot be used again in double quotation marks, and should be changed to single quotation marks. 】

["Wake up and feel that I love you", not "I love you very much". Besides, this is not a common saying, it comes from Zhu Shenghao's love letter. 】

Continuing on, Jian Zhou couldn't help laughing. He held a pen and leaned over the desk, trying not to let himself laugh out loud.

He annotated typos, wrong words, and wrong sentences one by one, and then glued the "love letter" full of "embarrassment" with transparent glue, and then clipped it into the physics exercise book, ready to return it at school tomorrow. Qiao Yichuan, and "by the way" laughed at him.

He felt that although he had never read a love letter before, and he didn't know if there would be any in the future, this letter written by Qiao Yichuan must be the most embarrassing one in the universe. The sentence, even in the wrong context, made him look like a joke.However, Jian Zhou still had a good time watching it.

Before I knew it, it was almost eleven o'clock.

When Jian Zhou realized this problem, he was once again swallowed by guilt.

It was the second time that he wasted another night's study time because of Qiao Yichuan.

He scratched his hair and sighed, thinking that he must not do this again tomorrow.Jian Zhou put the exercise book with the love letter in his schoolbag, zipped it up, and went to bed with a deep sense of guilt.