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The charity bazaar was over, class (5) won two honors, Xia Shang received two certificates and pasted them on the honor column, bright red.

Xiao Jun actually awarded Xia Shang the "Most Charming Squad Leader Award", saying that Xia Shang has good grades, is kind and gentle to people, and is also pretty.

The whole class shouted that there was nothing wrong, and forced Xia Shang to accept the certificate.

Hu Zhongyue began to take half-day class again, leaving on time every afternoon.

As the class monitor, how could he turn a deaf ear to his classmates not coming to school? Xia Shang must bear the brunt of the blame.

Keke—the young author spared no effort to create opportunities for the two masters.

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"Mr. Guo, I want to know why Hu Zhongyue didn't come to class this afternoon?" In the office, Xia Shang looked at Guo Jie softly.

Don't ask me why he speaks softly, because he is subject.period does not explain

"Oh, him, look here!" Guo Jie took out a leave note and a hospital certificate from the drawer.

Chemotherapy for chronic tumors——

It turned out that Hu Zhongyue was going to the hospital for chemotherapy. Xia Shang lowered his head and looked at the shocking test report.

This idiot never told me.

I said [director] young author, you are really good at acting!

"Teacher, can I have a look at Hu Zhongyue's information sheet?" After a long time, Xia Shang read the densely packed text descriptions, and a seed of impulsiveness sprouted in his mind.

He doesn't quite understand the technical terms, but he has a general idea of ​​the situation: Hu Zhongyue is currently in a high-risk attack period, and has entered the third course of chemotherapy, and it will deteriorate at any time, with life-threatening...

Guo Jie was curious: "What's wrong?"

"I want to go to his house to see him," Xia Shang squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "His situation is not optimistic."

Guo Jie took out the class roster from another drawer, found Hu Zhongyue's home address, copied it on a piece of white paper, and handed it to Xia Shang.

Xia Shang gasped, because he saw that on the roster, Hu Zhongyue's parents' information column read: Both parents died.

A thunderbolt exploded in the air, and he couldn't believe it even if he killed him. Hu Zhongyue, who usually played cheap and pretended to be cool, was actually an orphan.

"Teacher, I'm leaving first." Xia Shang left in a hurry with a flustered expression and a sore nose.

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Xia Shang followed the navigation on his mobile phone and took a dial to Bei'an Road. This area is full of high-end apartments. There is a big difference between the fashionable new buildings and the retro buildings on Nan'an Road.

Those stretches of glass walls reflect strange light, the uneven high-gloss green looks particularly abrupt, and there is a valley hidden under the lush plane trees.

Xia Shang timidly pressed the doorbell, his hands twitching in mid-air. It was the first time he went to a classmate's house, and he didn't know what to buy. He brought some blueberries and pomegranates when he passed by the fruit shop.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement, Xia Shang rang the doorbell again, this time he put his ear on the door, trying to find out if there was anyone at home.

……

Xia Shang took the phone out of his pocket and confirmed the location again. Yes, it was located according to the address given by the teacher, and the navigation showed that he had reached the destination.

After hesitating for a while, Xia Shang suddenly remembered that Hu Zhongyue had called himself a few days ago, and there should be a reserved number in the call log.

After estimating the time, Xia Shang found the string of numbers and dialed——

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In the room, Hu Zhongyue was broadcasting live with his headset on. Just as he was talking about sex, Xia Shang's call came in.

Hello? --

yes -

Are you lying to me? ——

Hu Zhongyue moved the mobile phone to his eyes, and confirmed again that the caller was Xia Shang. That's right, how could he be at my door?

……

After Hu Zhongyue said a few words into the microphone, he got up and walked to the door.

In the door mirror, Xia Shang was wearing a gray plaid school uniform, carrying a schoolbag, carrying a hall of fruit, swinging his arms around.

I'll go, it's Xia Shang.

Hu Zhongyue searched left and right, then turned around and went back to the bathroom, scratched his bangs off the top of his head, took a makeup remover cotton to wipe off the lip gloss on his lips, no, the highlight was too obvious, took another makeup remover cotton and rubbed his face hard, The makeup on his face was wiped clean, but his hairstyle was set too tightly by the gel water. It was as hard as a steel bar. The bangs that were broken off were turned up again. Move down quickly with one hand, no, add some water, and continue to move.

The doorbell rang again, and Hu Zhongyue rushed into the bedroom and took off a hat to cover the clump of exploding hair.

"I'm coming."

boom--

Hu Zhongyue swallowed, and made a false alarm, Xia Shang was still Xia Shang, so close that he was not aggressive, how could he scare himself to death.

"Why don't you open the door at home?" Xia Shang looked at Hu Zhongyue and frowned worriedly. It probably took 10 minutes to open the door.

Hu Zhongyue opened the door, found a pair of suitable shoes from the shoe cabinet, and beckoned Xia Shang to come in.

"Why are you here?" Hu Zhongyue took the fruit in his hand, and Xia Shang's palm was crimson from being strangled.

Xia Shang paused, his thoughts turned in circles in his mind, and he blinked his eyes: "It's okay, just take a look."

But the eyes are full of love and affection. The one-hundred-square-meter single apartment is simple and mostly decorated in white, which is incompatible with the appearance of the community. The furniture is simple, and there are only commonly used ones, nothing else.

Hu Zhongyue nodded to accompany the smile, took the fruit plate from the coffee table, went into the kitchen, and when he came out, the blueberries had been washed.

He turned to the refrigerator again, took out two cans of beer, and asked Xia Shang, "Do you want to drink?" Xia Shang waved his hand, and he took out another can of orange juice.

The wooden coffee table is very low, placed in front of the white TV wall, behind a row of plain sofas, there is not even a pillow, it looks empty.

"Sit." Hu Zhongyue was drinking beer, watching Xia Shang quietly with his eyes hidden in the brim of his hat.

"Hey... don't drink..." Xia Shang strode forward and snatched the beer from Hu Zhongyue's mouth.

The melancholy face is like a crumpled white paper, the apex of the heart hurts slightly, but he dare not speak too much, for fear of touching the pain of the other party.

I can only think wildly by myself, how to eat, how to live, and how to recuperate alone?

"What are you thinking?" Hu Zhongyue snapped his fingers in front of Xia Shang's eyes, smiling like a flower.

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After a long time, Hu Zhongyue remembered that his live broadcast hadn't been turned off yet, so he rushed back to the bedroom and typed a line: A friend came to look for it, download it first, and then broadcast it at [-] o'clock in the evening.

"Hu Zhongyue, are you live streaming?" Xia Shang stood at the door of the bedroom.

On the desk, a mobile phone is stuck on a tripod, an external microphone is connected, and the music playback interface is displayed on the computer.

Hu Zhongyue said "ah", turned around, and said "ah".

On the screen, a stack of subtitles:

Xiao Yueyue is called Hu Zhongyue

Hu Zhongyue

Hu Zhongyue

My god, what happened to you in a few minutes?

How did you remove your makeup?

I seem to have discovered something shady.

Before Xia Shang left, he leaned down and looked at the phone screen. Hu Zhongyue moved the stool to the side, and Xia Shang behind him was very close.He was a little short-sighted, and there was another person, almost stuck to the screen.

Little Yueyue? ? ?

Ten million, one hundred thousand, one hundred million, ten million, more than ten million? ? ?

so many people?

Xia Shang stared at the screen in surprise, and asked incredulously, "Hu Zhongyue, is this you?"

"Ah!" Hu Zhongyue tugged at the brim of his hat, propped himself on the table and looked sideways at Xia Shang.

Waiting for Xia Shang to boast that he is awesome.

"Where did you get the money to buy so many sailors?" Xia Shang was cute and curious.

In front of the screen of the mobile phone, colorful gifts sprinkled colorful patterns one after another.

Rows of subtitles pop up from bottom to top:

puff...

Xiao Yueyue's hard work for a year has been achieved by you.

Nonsense

Hahaha, Xiao Yueyue, we are all sailors

"It seems that they said it wasn't a navy." Xia Shang stared at the bullet screen for a long time.

Xia Shang looked at Hu Zhongyue, his mouth was wide open, his tongue was pressed against his forehead, and his teeth were bared.

Because he just counted the gold coins: the nine digits are hundreds of millions.

This person turned out to be a billionaire anchor! ! !

The author has something to say:

I tried my best to get my brain out,

Kneel down before the computer.