The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

In front of him, he was already very ashamed, and he wanted to run up to Zhang Junruo and ask him what time is it?How dare you ask for an export?

Ma Zhiyuan is really not a thing, he has a bad stomach, he must have seen that the relationship between himself and Zhang Junruo is not awkward, it is very unnatural, so he deliberately put Zhang Junruo at the end, and it really became a big finale.

Zhang Junruo has been sitting in the classroom, knowing the boring game they played, let alone cheating him like he did to Fu Leilei. Thinking about it, it was the most embarrassing time in history.

Ma Zhiyuan looked at Qu Linggong's wonderful expression for a moment, and said in his heart: I really chose the right person, and this effect is what I want.

Qu Linggong looked at Ma Zhiyuan's wry smirk, and hated thinking how he used to call this scheming bitch a brother and sister, regretting so much that his guts were turning green.

Qu Linggong took a look at Zhang Junruo, and everyone also looked at Zhang Junruo.

Zhang Junruo turned a deaf ear to the farce that happened not far from him with a cold and calm expression.This peaceful look made Qu Linggong feel even more boring and shameless, ashamed of himself.

He is the white snow on the top of the white peak, a humble and good son in troubled times, but he himself is a fool with vulgar tastes, and he has no courage to hold a broken clock and run to Zhang Junruo to make fun of himself.

Seeing Qu Linggong's shyness, Han Guangyu urged, "A classmate, what a big deal, it's much easier than writing a love letter to Mediterranean."

Qu Linggong wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought: I would rather write a love letter to the teachers in the school than act like a fool in front of Zhang Junruo.

"If the bell rings for class, you'll be scared." The instigator, Ma Zhiyuan, was still fanning the flames...

Qu Linggong gritted his teeth and walked up to Zhang Junruo with the round clock in his arms.

With a small breath, "Zhang Junruo, what time is it?"

Qu Linggong held his breath and stared at Zhang Junruo's hair, feeling that the air was frozen.Zhang Junruo turned his face slightly, silently glanced at the clock in Qu Linggong's arms, then turned his gaze back to the book, and said calmly, "7:18."

In the calm and waveless eyes, there seemed to be something missing from the original, and the calm and magnetic voice also lost a trace of emotional fluctuations.

"Thank you."

"No thanks."

The class bell rang at the right time, ending this absurd farce.Everyone left angrily, as if they hadn't seen enough of the good show.

Qu Linggong frowned slightly, and walked to his seat with that funny broken clock in his arms, feeling sour and bitter in his heart.

——Zhang Junruo's expression seemed to be talking to a stranger.No, more alien than a stranger...

Some people have become indifferent and indifferent, while others have become enthusiastic.

In the Chinese class in the afternoon, all the students in class three were frequently shook their heads by Nie Shuhai, and frequently flicked the long hair of the "local support center" with his hands. This series of discharge movements dazzled the eyes...

☆, eat flying vinegar

As if overnight, the hibiscus flowers on the edge of the playground were competing to bloom, and the huge pink and white flowers bloomed vigorously and beautifully.

Because of Zhang Junruo's relationship, Qu Linggong has recently begun to pay attention to the seasonal changes.He found that the little grass and flowers that he once thought were ordinary, in the bleak autumn wind, had their own awe-inspiring character of arrogance and frost, much like Zhang Junruo's temperament.

Every year, when Hibiscus opens, it is the time when Xingyi Middle School holds its autumn sports meeting.

Sports Commissioner Yan Su held the event registration form in his hand and said: "This year's autumn sports meeting is the same as last year. The venue of the city gymnasium is rented. The competition system and events have not changed. A person can only apply for three events at most. High jump The girl here is still Luo Keke, no one applied last year, I applied myself, and if Zhang Junruo applied this year, it is expected that this year's results should be much better than last year."

"For the sprint event, Qu Linggong, Ma Zhiyuan, and Han Guangyu, I have already registered for all three events for you. Then, no one has registered for this year's 3-meter long-distance race. Luo Xiao and Zhang Junruo, you two can apply for another one." Xiang, which one of you wants to give it a try?"

Luo Xiao said: "I have a 4X100 and a 400m. I have a lot of things to do that day. I have to shoot for the first grade. I have to go on stage to read two refueling scripts in the middle. I will collapse after running 3 kilometers..."

Yan Su thought deeply, "Well, you had too many things to do that day, so... what about Zhang Junruo?" Yan Su glanced at the list in his hand, "You are now a 4X100, a high jump, it shouldn't be too exhausting..."

"I'll report 3 kilometers!" Qu Linggong raised his hand.

"Don't make trouble, you have finished all three projects." Yan Su said.

"I don't run 4X100, it's boring. Long-distance running is a test of will. Change it for me." Qu Linggong said indifferently.

No one likes to report long-distance running over the years, not to mention the torment. Who likes to watch a group of people yelling and panting around the track, and at the end they all run with red faces and painful expressions.Qu Linggong used to be indifferent to long-distance running, but when he glanced at Zhang Junruo's small body, he couldn't sit still.

Yan Su frowned: "It's all up to you to score points in the sprint. Good steel must be used wisely. This is a new strategy I came up with this year."

"Hurry up and tune it for me. This year, I want to challenge myself to see if there is any marathon potential that has not been tapped."

Yan Su scratched his head sadly, "After adjusting your item, my entire watch here will have to be rewritten, and all items will have to be re-adjusted!"

"I'll report 3 kilometers!" Zhang Junruo's clear voice sounded firm and indifferent.It made everyone turn to look at him.

Qu Linggong frowned, "I don't care, I just want to report 3 kilometers, and don't compete with me."

Qu Linggong said heartily: I am trying my best to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages for you here, but you jumped into the pit by yourself and died heroically.

Yan Su knows in his heart that everyone is unwilling to report to this drudgery. Everyone can do a 3-kilometer jog. If you take it slow, you can just run, but competition is different. For the sake of class honor, who has the nerve to let himself go in front of everyone? Ah, it all has to compete in the end.

Last year, he lapped the side of the track several times, and saw many people who collapsed at the end, fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.Therefore, he was too embarrassed to ask Zhang Junruo what he meant, as if he was half-forced, he was weighing whether to grant Qu Linggong's wish, and he was relieved to hear that Zhang Junruo himself had agreed.

Yan Su made a quick decision, "If Zhang Jun recommends himself for a long-distance race, that's it."

Qu Linggong wanted to argue further, and Yan Su hurriedly talked about other precautions...

On the day of the autumn sports meeting, Qu Linggong got up early to prepare things. He stuffed sports drinks, anti-fatigue granules, amino acid oral liquid, glucose oral liquid, beef jerky, chocolate into the sports bag... After a pause, he stuffed it into the bulging bag , Forcibly stuffed 3 boxes of strawberry milk.

He bought the brand of strawberry milk that Zhang Junruo used to drink, but only put it in Zhang Junruo's desk once, and then gave up in resentment.

That day, on the screen of other people's mobile phones, he saw the Weibo comments he typed word by word-those vicious words attacking Zhang Junruo, as if he had also suffered an online violence, and he was tumbling inside.

After playing football in the afternoon, I kicked the ball into Zhang Junruo's face. Later, I saw Zhang Junruo crying at the back of the teaching building, and it really hurt my heart.

He realized that there was an irreparable deep gully between himself and Zhang Junruo, which could not be filled with boxes of cute pink strawberry milk.

It was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing to give strawberry milk by himself, but Zhang Jun would feel weird if he knew it was from him.The distance between the two of them has been irreversible since the kick he kicked hard during the midterm exam.

Maybe other people can slowly walk into Zhang Junruo's heart as long as they communicate naturally and show affection, only he can't.He is not on the same starting line as others. Others' starting point is zero, and his starting point is negative...

On the day of the autumn sports meeting, there was no cloud in the sky, the blue sky was as clear as washing, and the warm sun shone straight on the open-air stadium, which was warm and harmonious, just like Yangchun.

Qu Linggong showed his explosive power and won the first place in his grade in the 100 meters. He lost to Lu Keran in the sixth class in the 200 meters and also took the second place in his grade. The total score in the 4X400 meters was also Second grade.

Qu Linggong returned to the stands and took a seat. When he came back, all the teachers and students sitting in the stands applauded him like a soldier returning in triumph.Even the students in other classes applauded together.With so much attention, Mr. Qu at this moment is a little calm and composed, not surprised by favor or humiliation.

He sat leisurely in the stands, bathed in adoring eyes, folded his hands behind his head, straightened his spine and leaned back, stretching his strong and beautiful body.He was wearing a black T-shirt today with a striking red vest with a big white number 5 printed on it.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, the muscles on the arms were tight and lean, the lines at the bends of the arms were slightly restrained, and there was still a youthful youthfulness.A head of black and thick hair, tied with a dark gray headband, the narrow and long phoenix eyes under the sword eyebrows are black and bright, and the thin diamond-shaped lips are slightly raised, evoking a nice smile.

In the neighboring class, several girls were obsessed with it. Sure enough, the boys still wanted to see their true story on the sports field. Qu Linggong, who was full of masculine and wild charm, was really pleasing to the eye.

A bottle of sports drink crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally reached Han Guangyu's hands. Han Guangyu threw the drink in front of Qu Linggong, and Qu Linggong was taken aback, "What is this?"

Han Guangyu's expression was strange, and he compared his thumbs to the distance. Through the seats, Qu Linggong saw a Cleopatra-shaped girl in the seat of Class [-], waving enthusiastically to him——Fu Leilei .

Qu Linggong: "..."

"Take it away, I don't want it." Qu Linggong returned the drink to Han Guangyu's arms, Han Guangyu's face was black, and he passed it to the previous family in the same way...

Qu Linggong took out a high-powered binoculars from his backpack, and searched for Zhang Junruo through the lens—and found it.

The venue for the high jump competition was set in the middle of the sports field. Qu Linggong also found his friend Li Yun'an through the lens.

Li Yun'an was wearing a silver-gray sports suit, looking tall and handsome.Zhang Junruo was wearing a white sportswear with a black clover logo on the bottom of his trousers, and his thin and handsome figure stood tall.Qu Linggong smiled, he really likes this brand.

Behind the lens, Li Yun'an and Zhang Junruo in the crowd distanced themselves slightly from the other contestants.Li Yun'an was looking at Zhang Junruo with a smile on the photo of Chunxue Churong, talking to Zhang Junruo vividly, and cooperating with the movement of taking off and swinging his arms.Zhang Junruo turned his back to the camera, occasionally imitating Li Yunan's movements and swinging his arms...

Mr. Qu's heart felt sour - how could he get along with Zhang Junruo so intimately and naturally.

He didn't care about the feelings of his friends who were jealous...

☆、Princess Hug~

The high jump competition is over. Luo Keke in the women's team took the third place, Li Yun'an in the men's team took the first place, and Zhang Junruo only got No.5 due to lack of experience.

With binoculars in both hands, Qu Linggong, who was watching people closely, didn't miss a single scene of Zhang Junruo's high jump.Zhang Junruo's movements are still jerky, but his jumping ability is amazing. It's just that when passing the bar, his legs are not lifted in time. It is a pity that he hooked the bar twice. In the last three times, it was as if he had mastered the skill, and the jump was perfect. Qu Linggong secretly admired the graceful and smooth passing posture, but he couldn't guarantee that he could master the skills and gracefully pass the pole in such a short time.

Qu Linggong also noticed that Zhang Junruo jumped over the crossbar and knelt up on the mat. When he found that the crossbar had been hooked by him, he stuck out his tongue cutely and shyly - Qu Linggong had never seen Zhang Junruo like this before. I was so cute that I wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood

Zhang Junruo came back a little bit ashamed, everyone applauded and encouraged, Zhang Junruo was a little embarrassed, and sat down awkwardly.Yan Su bumped Zhang Junruo's arm, "Junruo, it's already fine, do you know where I jumped last year?"

Zhang Junruo asked, "What number?"

Yan Su said awkwardly: "No.12..."

"..."

Qu Linggong grasped the backpack on the seat with his fingers, which contained sports drinks, oral glucose solution, chocolate, beef jerky, strawberry milk... He stared at Zhang Junruo's red No. 16 sports vest sitting three feet away in the front row, I don't know how to give it to him.

"Qu Linggong, take the sports committee of the fourth class to count the laps for Gao Yi's long-distance run."

"Okay!" Qu Linggong immediately responded joyfully.

He picked up his shoulder bag, and when he was about to get off the stands, he passed by the back row of seats in the fourth class, bent down and stuffed a lot of small things such as glucose oral liquid, beef jerky, strawberry milk, etc. into a girl's arms, leaving a sentence "Trouble Pass it to our class, Zhang Junruo."

This trick has been learned and sold well. After going through a tortuous route and dozens of hands, the item finally reached Zhang Junruo. When Zhang Junruo received a lot of nutrition, he could no longer find the source of the item...

Qu Linggong watched the 3000-meter long-distance race in the first grade at close range. The final moments of the contestants' tragic situation were unbearable. They all blushed and looked embarrassed. Sudden death happened?

The wind picked up, the sun set early in late autumn, and just after three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a bit of coldness in the air.Qu Linggong frowned, worried about Zhang Junruo who was about to play...

The 3000-meter race in the second grade of senior high school is about to start, and athletes have gathered on the track one after another.Taking advantage of the warm-up time, Qu Linggong quickly ran up to Zhang Junruo, and told him: "When the meeting starts, you can run slowly, and just follow the last one. When you have the strength in the latter part, just rush. Be brave."

Zhang Junruo looked at Qu Linggong with clear ink pupils, but said nothing...

Qu Linggong is used to staying in Zhang Junruo's "list of people who do not associate with each other", so he ignores Zhang Junruo and doesn't think he is disobedient.

Although he didn't speak, Qu Linggong felt that if Zhang Jun had accepted his kind reminder, he wouldn't try his best to compete for the ranking, but when the gunshot fired, it was not the same thing at all.

Mr. Qu, who was already sitting in the auditorium, held a high-powered binoculars and scolded loudly: "I'm stupid, you crazy, why are you running so fast?!"

Maybe it was because he was running too fast, maybe because he was choking on the wind, Qu Linggong noticed something wrong with Zhang Junruo's expression through the lens.

Facts proved that Qu Linggong's judgment was correct. After two laps, Zhang Junruo, who was slightly in the lead, was gradually overtaken by several people following him one by one. I couldn't help holding down my stomach.

"Damn it!" Putting down the binoculars, Qu Ling stood up awkwardly, straddled a row of seats with long legs, and jumped to the middle of the aisle.

Seeing Qu Linggong's sudden display of such agility, Han Guangyu asked in surprise, "Qu Linggong, what are you doing?"

"Zhang Junruo seems to be out of breath." After saying these words, Qu Linggong quickly ran towards the exit of the stands.

There were already quite a lot of people counting laps on the field, but no one cared much about the addition of Qu Linggong.

Qu Linggong concentrated his attention for a while, and found Zhang Junruo's figure. When he saw Zhang Junruo running over, he frowned deeply, with a painful expression on his face, and hurried to meet Zhang Junruo, and ran side by side in line with Zhang Junruo's rhythm.

"Did you get angry? Don't force it."

Zhang Junruo panted with his mouth and refused to comment on Qu Linggong.

"This is not the time to show off your abilities. Even if you rank 16th, it won't have much effect on your total score." Qu Linggong persuaded anxiously.

Zhang Junruo: "..."

Qu Linggong: "Listen to me, Zhang Junruo..."

A few short whistles sounded, and the physical education teacher who fired the gun stood on the terrace, pointed at Qu Linggong, and signaled him to leave the field immediately, Qu Linggong had no choice but to click his tongue and stop.

Qu Linggong didn't leave the runway very far, he stood at the gate of the entrance and exit, watching Zhang Junruo with a painful expression as he endured lap after lap.In the last few laps, the speed of most players slowed down, almost at the end of their strength.But the first few players, including Zhang Junruo, started the real competition.

Seeing Zhang Junruo's accelerated speed, Qu Linggong clenched his fists, and a deep furrow formed on his brow.

Zhang Junruo's face was flushed abnormally, and the redness spread to the originally fair neck, his eyes were empty, and sweat dripped from his forehead.Qu Linggong really wanted to run up and pull Zhang Junruo down.A school sports meeting made him run desperately.

After hitting the finish line, Zhang Junruo fell directly to the ground, his lungs seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't breathe because of the scorching, and his stomach and throat seemed to be licking like tongues of fire, excruciating pain.On the plastic track, the nasal cavity is filled with an unpleasant smell of glue, and the ears are full of the sound of my own heart beating like a drum.Zhang Junruo was dizzy in his head and fainted for a moment.

Qu Linggong immediately ran to Zhang Junruo's side, seeing Zhang Junruo lying on the ground like a dying fish out of water with his mouth open and kicking, he was angry and pitiful.Kneel down on one knee and accompany him to recover slowly.

——First, this result cost half his life, not worth it!Just be competitive like this, and ignore people's well-intentioned suggestions.

Zhang Junruo lay down at the end of the runway for a long time, until Yan Su, Luo Keke, and Luo Xiao all came.Luo Xiao stepped forward to help Zhang Junruo, but Qu Linggong waved his hand, motioning everyone to wait a little longer.

The tinnitus combined with the heartbeat of the beating drum finally subsided, and the burning sensation in the throat and stomach gradually subsided. Zhang Junruo felt dizzy intermittently, but it was much better than before.

Qu Linggong pulled him up from behind and helped him stand up slowly. Yan Su wrapped Zhang Junruo's arm in time, put it on his shoulder, and supported Zhang Junruo with Qu Linggong to leave the venue.

Zhang Junruo found that his feet were floating and he had no strength at all. All kinds of light spots and clouds were swaying wantonly in front of his eyes following the two people's steps. His chest felt cold, and a strong sense of vomiting surged up.

"Hmm..." Zhang Junruo withdrew his arm, covered his mouth, and knelt forward. Qu Linggong took advantage of the situation to stabilize his body and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. When he understood his predicament, he hugged Zhang Junruo horizontally. , ran quickly to the bathroom not far away.

In the private room, separated by a thin door panel, Zhang Junruo's stomach-churning vomiting sound rang intermittently for 10 minutes, and Qu Linggong's heart trembled when he heard Qu Linggong in front of the sink.

The door finally opened, and the flush was completely gone. Zhang Junruo walked out with a pale face, staggeringly, this time there was not even a trace of blood left.

Leaning against the wall, watching Zhang Junruo finished washing, Qu Linggong asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Junruo leaned on the sink with both hands, because the calf muscles were twitching and jumping, and he vomited for a long time, and now he really couldn't stand up.

"It's okay, thank you."

Thank me for something, probably thank me for holding him to the bathroom.Certainly not thanks for my kindness in reminding him not to be aggressive.Qu Linggong thought.

"Do you want to take the first place so much? You don't even want your life?"

There was a smile on Zhang Junruo's pale face, as if he was laughing at himself, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't intend to work so hard, but he just heard Qu Linggong telling him not to be brave.

Probably, somewhere in my heart, I still feel a little unwilling to those things.

Qu Linggong witnessed Zhang Junruo's smiling face again, it was even more miserable than the first time, which made him worry-won't he have a good laugh?

Zhang Junruo is like a prism with polygonal cuts. He can see the different luster refracted from different angles. Sometimes he is warm and modest, sometimes cold and thin, sometimes deep and difficult to understand, and sometimes lonely. World, what is the answer to the mystery?

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

Zhang Junruo rolled his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a hoarse voice that was burned by gastric juice: "I laugh at you, Mr. Qu, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world. Of course I want to be the first. need."

"A prize? A limited-edition S-zone backpack?"

"Correct!"

"What's so good about that shit? If you want it, I'll give it to you."

With a weak snort from his nose, Zhang Junruo raised his eyes to look at Qu Linggong's face, and repeated: "That's why you, Mr. Qu, don't eat fireworks."

Seeing Qu Linggong's dazed expression, Zhang Junruo slightly closed his eyelids, took a breath, dragged his fluffy legs, and walked towards the stands.

For some reason, a small crack appeared on the strong and tight mask, and a small corner fell off. Looking at Zhang Junruo's thin back, Qu Linggong thought.

☆, teasing teasing ~

As soon as Zhang Junruo returned to the stands, there was thunderous applause from all around, and countless condolences were sent from all walks of life.

His head was still dizzy, his throat was burned by the backflow of gastric juice, and even talking became a torture. If Zhang Jun didn't have the energy to refuse the gifts one by one, he had to let them accumulate more and more around him.

He leaned on his knees with his arms, buried his head in his palms, and curled his thin back into an arc to resist the chills from his stomach.

In the chaotic mind, a voice silently asked himself, what happened to me just now?Originally, he planned to treat Qu Linggong like air and ignore all his words and deeds, but he still got angry.And come up with such a clumsy reason for his actions...

He didn't want Qu Linggong to know that he had reacted to his words.Probably when the body is extremely weak, the heart will not be firm.

Chen Fang has been looking at Zhang Junruo with pity all the time - Zhang Junruo is such a nice kid, let's see how tired he is.Last year's long-distance race was also unreported. Yan Su registered himself, and only then did he run in a comparable ranking. It can be seen how difficult it is for Zhang Jun to win the first place.

Walking to Zhang Junruo's side, Chen Fang stroked Zhang Junruo's forehead lovingly, and said kindly: "Junruo, I think you are not feeling well, go to the rest room to rest first, and I will call someone to call you when it is over. you."

All the girls also looked at Zhang Junruo with distressed faces.Luo Keke volunteered, "Mr. Chen, I know where the rest room is. I'll take Zhang Junruo there."

Zhang Junruo was silently enduring physical discomfort. Hearing what Chen Fang and Luo Keke said, he quickly pulled himself together, put on his usual gentle face, and said, "I'm fine, Mr. Chen. I'm just tired from running, so I need to sit and rest for a while." It will be..."

With a whoosh, a black fleece jacket was placed on Zhang Junruo's head. Zhang Junruo looked back, and Qu Linggong, who was wearing a red No. [-] sports vest, raised his eyebrows, showing hesitation.

"I don't need..." Zhang Junruo turned back and threw the clothes back into Qu Linggong's arms. Qu Linggong caught them, and with a flick of his big hand, he put the clothes on Zhang Junruo's head again. Zhang Junruo frowned and stared: "..."

Chen Fang and Luo Keke stood aside stupidly, originally trying to persuade Zhang Junruo to go down and rest, but in the end, something went wrong, Qu Linggong suddenly intervened, and the scene suddenly fell into a stalemate.

The corner of Qu Linggong's mouth curled up, and he said half-threateningly: "Either you put it on, or——I'll carry you down..."

Zhang Junruo felt a sharp pain in his temple: "..."

The two people were coming and going, and the people around were stunned and confused as they watched.

Zhang Junruo thought back to the moment when he suppressed the feeling of vomiting just now, the moment when his consciousness was blurred, he was dizzy when he was hugged by Qu Linggong, and his stomach felt a little convulsive and throbbing, so he could only purse his lips in anger, and put his clothes loosely on his back , turned back.

Qu Linggong smiled calmly, Zhang Junruo's words and deeds in the bathroom were very different from usual, which gave him inspiration.He intends to find another way to find a "unusual way" way of getting along.Since the official road does not work, you might as well try the heresy.After stimulating him like this, sure enough, it has achieved initial results.

The clothes were clean and soft, with a faint grapefruit fragrance, and the smell was not annoying, and they were thick enough to withstand the chills on their body, allowing Zhang Junruo to last until the closing ceremony...

The autumn sports meeting of Xingyi Middle School came to a successful conclusion. Qu Linggong was holding the certificate and prize of the 100-meter sprint - S's handmade cowhide shoulder bag.Caressing the smooth and flexible texture, as well as the words "Xingyi Private Middle School" on the honeysuckle garland stamped with stencils, I sincerely regret that I uttered wild words.

This is indeed a good thing.Looking at the same exquisite prize in Zhang Junruo's hand not far away, I couldn't help but secretly rejoice - Zhang Junruo and I have the same thing.

Early on Monday morning, Qu Linggong couldn't wait to put the medal on his body - he walked into the classroom with a cowhide backpack on his back, with a pair of phoenix eyes, as proud as a fox pretending to be majestic.He took a look at Zhang Junruo, and found that he was not carrying the same bag as himself, and was a little disappointed.

"Hey, Zhang Junruo, this is for you." Qu Linggong put a bottle of pink and tender strawberry lactic acid bacteria drink on Zhang Junruo's table like a normal person.

"I don't want it." Zhang Junruo frowned.

Qu Linggong: "Why not?"

Zhang Junruo: "No reason."

Qu Linggong: "If you don't why, there is no reason not to."

Zhang Junruo: "..."

Qu Linggong: "Open it and try it, it's a different brand from what you usually drink."

Qu Linggong wagged his tail around Zhang Junruo like a mangy dog.

Zhang Junruo: "I don't want it!"

Qu Linggong: "Why not?"

Zhang Junruo: "I just don't want it."

Qu Linggong: "How do you know you don't want it? Maybe you want it in your heart, but you don't realize it..."

Zhang Junruo: "..."

The pens in the hands of the surrounding students and the fruit cookies in their mouths were all dropped on the table. They watched in a daze as the two sang together, like a couple bickering, or a cross talk in a small theater...

The thin-skinned Zhang Junruo realized that the content of his conversation with Qu Linggong was weird and ambiguous, and his cheeks became hot, and he frowned and stared at Qu Linggong, and found that he had a smug smirk on his face, looking at him leisurely. A ruffian who plays his cards according to the routine.

Zhang Junruo couldn't resist, so he could only silently stuff the strawberry milk that Qu Linggong brought into the desk, expressing his submission.

Qu Linggong was immediately full of ambition, but he didn't expect to find a new way to get along with Zhang Junruo.Seeing that Zhang Junruo was at a loss for a moment, and became angry for a moment, he felt a little satisfied. He was no longer Zhang Junruo's "non-existent list", punching the air and kicking the cotton. The taste is really unpleasant, he, Mr. Qu, can bear the cynicism and the fists, but he can't stand Zhang Junruo treating him like nothing.

Shortly after the end of the autumn sports meeting, it will be Lidong.When the season changes, the rain is sticky and greasy, and it is bitingly cold.Because of the rain, Zhang Junruo didn't go to the rooftop to read during the lunch break, and he didn't have the energy.

What Qu Linggong said was right, he shouldn't be impulsive during long-distance running and try his best to win the championship, it consumes a lot of his physical strength.I have always been physically weak, and recently I always feel exhausted and weak, as if I can never recover.

During the lunch break, there was a smell of hot food in the classroom. Zhang Jun rested his head on his arm sleepily, looking at the dim sky outside the window.

I’m so hungry. I wasn’t so hungry before. Auntie Han bought snacks that lasted until after school in the afternoon. Then something happened that made him never eat that kind of food again, so I told Auntie Han not to buy it. , Lunch money, pocket money and chemistry contest prize money are all saved, probably enough.He calculated.

There was a burning feeling in the stomach, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Junruo's mouth—maybe the stomach was so hungry that it digested itself.It's okay, based on experience, you should feel nothing after a while.

The desk was full of the strawberry milk that Qu Linggong forced him to accept with bullshit and aggressive methods. The man smiled crookedly, looking at his helplessness and compromise with pride...

He hasn't touched a single box. He doesn't know when he doesn't want to drink strawberry milk anymore. Probably all the things related to that person will remind people of some long-term memories that have been obliterated by reality, and those should be treasured forever. My memory has been covered with dust, stained with dust, not so vivid and unforgettable.

"Junruo, why didn't you go to lunch?" Han Guangyu strolled up to Zhang Junruo's seat with a light green lunch box, and asked seemingly casually.

The gust of wind outside the window squeezed into the crack of the window with a lingering breath, and hit Zhang Junruo's face. Zhang Junruo coughed a few times uncontrollably before answering Han Guangyu's question, "I don't have any appetite today."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Well, a little bit."

"Oh, then you... don't you have a lot of strawberry milk?" Han Guangyu said with a smile, "You can drink some of that, don't starve yourself."

After coughing a few times, Zhang Junruo took advantage of the situation and said, "Your throat is uncomfortable, so you can't drink sweets."

"Oh, if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold on." Han Guangyu asked with concern.

"Well, I know." Zhang Junruo said warmly.After speaking, he fell sickly on the desk.

Han Guangyu strolled up to Qu Linggong as if nothing had happened, and said in a low voice, "You heard it all. My mission has been completed. Give me the duck leg."

Qu Linggong cut out in a low voice, "I want you to care about your classmates, and you have to pay back." He picked up a braised duck leg and threw it into Han Guangyu's green lunch box.

Han Guangyu's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward—" and happily munched on the duck leg.Qu Linggong looked contemptuous, thinking why my brother is either a foodie or a scheming bitch...

Poking at the rice in the lunch box, Qu Linggong's dark eyes rolled around, but he didn't think of any good way to force Zhang Junruo, who said he was unwell and had no appetite, to eat something.

☆、Accident scene~~

In the afternoon, there is one section of physics and one section of biology for the main subjects.Qu Linggong was a little dizzy because of the rain, but because of the determination to get closer to Zhang Junruo, he still acted seriously and actively, copying notes, but every time he raised his eyes to look at the blackboard, he had to follow along. , took a look at Zhang Junruo.

Although Zhang Junruo's back is straight and his handsome figure maintains the sitting posture of a top student, his left hand has been holding the clothes on his stomach under the table, crumpling the thick school uniform fabric tightly.After finally sustaining a physics class, Zhang Junruo seemed to be exhausted. He rested his head on the book, folded his hands and pressed his stomach hard.

—It hurts, never hurt like this.In the past, my stomach only yelled occasionally, accusing him of my tyranny, but recently, it may be that the season is not good, and I have something wrong with my body, and the stomach pain is getting more and more fierce every time, and it is unbearable.

The cold wind squeezed in through the window cracks, winding down along the bare/exposed skin of the back of the neck, and crawling across the entire back, as if echoing the severe pain in the stomach, a chill rose up the back, Jumped to the limbs, even the fingertips were cold.

Trembling slightly, Zhang Junruo groped in the desk and found an object of suitable shape and length. He used it to hold his stomach, leaned his body forward, and pressed the round lid of the object deeply into his soft stomach. In order to resist unbearable pain.

——Stomach pain, Qu Linggong could see it clearly, he was unattended for a while in junior high school, he didn’t eat well, and he vomited with his family, and his stomach often hurt to the point of convulsions, and later Song Shifang took him there for a few days A large Chinese medicine outpatient clinic, really took a decoction that invigorates the spleen and warms the stomach for a long time.

So he is well aware of this disease. In fact, this disease is not a serious disease. As long as he takes good care of him and eats three meals on time, he will heal himself without medicine.The pain is very uncomfortable, the stomach wall will constrict with the breathing and the pain will be severe, and even the chest and back will be sore, cold and painful.You have to press it with your hands and warm it with a hot water bottle to feel better.

Fortunately, in order to keep the progress consistent, the biology teacher did not continue to teach new lessons, but sent a roll of paper for everyone to do.Zhang Junruo straightened his back, the fine sweat on his forehead stained his skin with a layer of moisture.

In the quiet classroom, there were only the slight sounds of pages being turned and the tip of a pen rubbing against the rolled paper. Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo's pale side face, helpless.

Why is this person so aggressive?Is it so difficult to tell the teacher that you are not feeling well, ask for leave or go to the infirmary?He insisted on holding on where he could see, making him feel uncomfortable while watching.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw a black thread extending from the depths of Luo Keke's desk in the front row, hidden in her shoulder-length black hair——Qu Linggong's mouth curled up, a flash of inspiration——her mobile phone boot up.

Qu Linggong bent down and secretly sent a WeChat message to Luo Keke from the desk.

Gungunhong: Keke, you have that kind... called Nuan, which is the kind of heating patch that can generate heat when you stick it on your body.

Qu Linggong knew that girls usually carry some in their bags, especially in the rainy days when autumn and winter change seasons.

Luo Keke lowered his head to check because the phone was vibrating, and there was a message reply after a while.

Coco: Yes, why?

Rolling Red: Give me two.

Cocoa: ok

Gun Gunhong: By the way, do you have any painkillers?

Coco: Yes... I will give it to you together (sweating)

After a while, the front seat quietly handed Qu Linggong a paper package wrapped in blank roll paper from behind. The paper package was square and neat. She looks heartless, but she is still a girl at heart.

With a swipe of his pen, Qu Linggong wrote impressively on the blank space of the paper package—to Zhang Junruo.At the end, a black love heart was accidentally painted on—this is not an ordinary paper bag, this is a paper bag of love and sympathy that my young master Qu spared no effort to offer.Taking advantage of the biology teacher's unpreparedness, he stretched out his long arm and threw it to the neighbor sitting across the aisle.

Something snapped onto the desk next to him, and the biology teacher on the podium raised his shrewd silver-rimmed glasses.

The neighbor seat glanced at the large characters written on the paper bag, raised his head to confirm the route, lightly poked the back of the front seat with his index finger, picked up a corner of the paper bag and put it on the shoulder of the front seat, the front seat prepared according to the law, and passed it to the front seat, and finally arrived with Zhang Junruo It's only one aisle away from Lu Xinyue.

Lu Xinyue bit her lower lip lightly, looked up at Teacher Li, and found that he was busy with the things at hand, so she mustered up her courage and called out in a low voice: "Zhang Junruo."

Zhang Junruo was gnashing his teeth at this moment, resisting the severe pain in his stomach with all his body and mind, his body shrank into a ball, dense cold sweat oozing from his forehead, it was difficult to choose between fainting from pain and death from pain, and he didn't hear Lu Xinyue's shy voice at all. Shout out timidly.

Seeing that Zhang Junruo didn't respond, Lu Xinyue raised her eyes and glanced at Teacher Li on the podium again. Seeing that he didn't notice, she boldly stretched out her hand, pinched the corner of the paper bag, sent her body outward, and flicked her wrist lightly. , After the paper bag was released from his hand, it leaned on the edge of Zhang Junruo's desk, and before it could stabilize, it hooked a water-based pen on the desk, and fell to the ground with a thud.

There was a crisp sound in the classroom, and Teacher Li couldn't bear to lift the frame of the glasses with silver-rimmed glasses, and the small eyes behind the lenses were shining sharply.Holding the podium with one hand, he slowly stepped off the podium with his long legs like bamboo poles under the smoke-gray suit trousers.

Lu Xinyue's eyes were full of panic, she quickly retracted her body, lowered her head and looked at her nose and heart.

Hearing the clattering sound of the plastic pen barrel and the marble, Zhang Junruo once thought that he had fallen into a short-term coma, and unconsciously swept off the stationery on the table. Under the light of the incandescent lamp, it looked icy white, and a pair of moist eyes looked around feebly.

Standing upright in the middle of the aisle with a figure like a slender bamboo pole, Teacher Li looked worried, and complained in a voice that was too high-pitched for a man: "What are you passing on? It started from far away. Close one eye and let you pass