Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Wait until dawn to alienate Meng Xi.

Early the next morning, Song Huai packed up his things and left a note for Meng Xi, telling him that he was going to the library to review.

After thinking about it, I was still a little worried, so I just tore up and rewritten it, saying that I had something to do when I went out, and I would be back at noon.If he needs anything, he can call himself.

The gel pen was accidentally nibbled by him once before, and the roller ball on the tip is not very good, and it is always easy to leak ink.After Song Huai finished writing, he blew, and was about to stick it in front of Meng Xi's desk, when he suddenly heard the person on the bed turn over and let out a raving ouch.

"Sanshui, Sanshui?" Meng Xi heard him getting up to wash in his sleep, and called him in a daze, "Sanshui, are you up yet?"

Song Huai had no choice but to say: "Get up. I'll be out later——"

Before he finished speaking, the person on the bed let out another groan, not like a sigh, but like a groan in pain.

Song Huai saw a corner of the bulge on the bed was lifted, and Meng Xi came out of it rustlingly, his hair was messy and matted.

He rubbed his half-closed eyes, with a nasal sound in his voice, "Sanshui, can you help me get the plaster? It's the one prescribed by the doctor yesterday."

Song Huai frowned: "Didn't I ask you to massage your legs before going to bed last night? It hurts again?"

Meng Xi murmured, "Yes, I've used hot towels for a long time. But when I turned over in the middle of the night last night, my legs cramped, and the soles of my feet were pulled. The pain was so painful that I didn't fall asleep much later in the night."

Song Huai was silent.

The plaster prescribed by the doctor was placed on Meng Xi's desk. He turned on the light, simply took several pieces, and handed them in mid-air, not too close or far away, and the other party could reach them with just one hand.

Meng Xi groaned twice more on the bed, and couldn't get up after stretching his hands for a long time, "My back hurts, I can't get up..."

Song Huai was very speechless, "How can you run away from back pain after running?"

Meng Xi said with emotion: "This is called mobilizing the whole body."

"..."

Meng Xi pulled back the quilt, his eyes extended from the two stainless steel pipes on the guardrail, and fell on Song Huai's face.

"Can you come up here?"

He softened his tone and said cheekily, "I'm in so much pain that I can't move, can Xueshen use the spirit of respecting the elderly, caring for the young, and targeted poverty alleviation to help your poor roommate...? "

"Is this how targeted poverty alleviation is used?" Song Huai was speechless for a moment, "Don't you dislike me touching you now?"

"Actually, I still dislike it." Meng Xi blinked his eyes with sincerity, "For the safety of both of us, are you willing to wear gloves, good Xiao Song?"

Song Huai had no expression on his face: "Good Xiao Song may not be very willing."

Meng Xi: "..."

·

"Oh, it hurts!!"

"Easy, light, ouch, ouch."

"Ahhh my feet, my legs—"

Song Huai was upset by his shouting and gradually became irritable. He patted his waist through the glove, "It's so noisy."

Meng Xi buried his face in the pillow and began to cry, "Why are you so strong? I'm a human being and not a steamed bun. Uuuuuu my waist will be broken by you."

Song Huai was speechless, "If you continue to quarrel, I will leave."

Meng Xi immediately fell silent.

Song Huai pressed his temple, always having the illusion that he was not helping the poor, he might be raising his son.That's not right, whose child is so pampered like him?rather like...

Meng Xi was lying on the bed, and the soft banana-print pajamas were pulled up below his chest, revealing a thin waist and back.Under the harsh light, his skin looked particularly delicate and glowing white.

A pair of butterfly bones showed a corner under the clothes, looming.

……

Song Huai lowered his eyelids, tore off the plaster and spread it on the palm of his hand. He pressed it down with his ruthless iron hands, and pressed it tightly against his skin.

"Oucao—"

Meng Xi was almost killed by the camera, but before he could complain, the phone suddenly rang.

It turned out that the representative of the Chinese class called him on QQ.

As soon as the answer button was pressed, the little girl's voice rang out, "Student Meng Xi? Is that you? I'm sorry to call you so early. It's like this. Didn't Sun Yu deliver something to you yesterday? A volunteer's ID card may have been accidentally mixed in, can I trouble you to take a look?"

Meng Xi understood, "Okay, I'll take a look later, if there are any, I'll ask Xue Shen to send them to you, and try not to delay the following projects."

Song Huai: "?"

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much Brother Meng, you are such a good person..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden call on the phone.

"Fuck you, Song, are you human?!" Meng Xi was nearly killed by a vajra palm, and couldn't help but swear, his face turned green, "Can't you be gentler?? Grass Ah, my waist..."

Little girl: "??!"

Song Huai leaned over and cut off his phone, and said with a sneer, "If you want to spend money on me, have you paid the appearance fee?"

Meng Xi's hair that exploded immediately collapsed back with a guilty conscience. He smiled, and pulled Song Huai's sleeve in a fawning manner, "All, all are my brothers, regardless of you and me. Good little Song, look at me If my waist is like this, I will definitely not be able to deliver anything. We have the best relationship, can you make a trip, and when I recover, please eat something good..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Huai turned a deaf ear to him, and pressed down on his waist with a powerful vajra plaster, only to hear a scream from under him, and there was no beep beep ever since.

The world is quiet.

After a long while, Song Huai finished applying the plaster, and was sweating a little from exhaustion.

Meng Xi pulled down his clothes and slowly got into the soft quilt, only showing a pair of eyes staring at Song Huai resentfully.

"I now believe that you really don't like me."

He said.

Song Huai paused, then clapped his hands, and asked with his usual expression, "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"... May I ask who would use such vicious palms on the object of his crush???"

As soon as Meng Xi thought of the painful torture just now, his eyes went dark.

Song Huai pursed his lips and smiled.

However, the effect was remarkable. I don't know whether it was Song masseur who pressed it properly, or the plaster gradually took effect. Meng Xi gradually felt that the skin he touched gradually warmed up, and the soreness also eased a lot.

Once a person is at ease, it is easy to commit suicide.

Meng Xi kicked Song Huai's calf and squinted at him, "What's wrong with you? What's the situation? I don't think there's anything wrong with you yesterday or today? You're calmer than me."

Of course he wouldn't suspect that Song Huai was lying. After all, he had witnessed the beating of Chen Kongque with his own eyes, and he couldn't pretend the pain.

But at the same time, it doesn't look like he is fake now.

Song Huai asked instead: "What about you? What's your situation?"

As he spoke, he kicked back mercilessly.

Meng Xi: "..."

It's a ghost that this dog can fall in love with him!

"I don't hate touching." Meng Xi nodded Song Huai's gloves angrily, "It's okay to touch through things, but skin contact is not."

"...?"

A rare trace of doubt and confusion appeared on Song Huai's face. He had a smart face. When this emotion appeared at first glance, it was like a shepherd dog with extremely high IQ suddenly showing a husky expression, which was extremely funny.

Meng Xi almost didn't laugh, and most of his anger disappeared just now.

"Just treat me as psoriasis." He waved his hand perfunctorily, "As long as there is no skin contact, it won't be contagious to you."

Song Huai thought of his previous nonsense, and couldn't help complaining: "Is it contagious love that cannot be extricated?"

"..."

Because of cramps and back pain, Meng Xi didn't fall asleep much in the middle of the night. Song Huai pressed the plaster on him by the way, and with the analgesic effect of the plaster, he fell asleep quickly.

His mobile phone was flickering on and off by the bed, and messages popped up one by one. It is estimated that the class representative was afraid of disturbing him, but was anxious, so he chose to send messages to remind him.

Song Huai bent over the sleeping piggy and pressed the mute button.

Meng Xi slept soundly.

This guy's sleep quality has always been very good, a typical case of falling asleep when he touches the pillow, and according to his own disclosure, he rarely dreams when sleeping, which belongs to the high-quality sleep type.

Song Huai was different, he was a dreamer.

Speaking of it, the two of them are actually not similar, and it can even be said that they are very different.

He looked at it silently for a while, pulled the light and soft duvet for him, and quietly went down the stairs.

Meng Xi fell into a drowsy sleep, when he heard a snap, the dim light suddenly disappeared, and the doorknob clicked.

Song Huai went out.

He turned over, yawned, and vaguely thought: Xiao Song of his family is really a good man with a hard mouth and a soft heart.

·

The sports meeting ended at noon, and several physical education teachers urgently sorted out the data and released the top three in each event and the overall ranking of each class before the closing ceremony.

With Meng Xi's 3000-meter perfect score in exchange for his legs, Class 1 won No.[-] without a doubt.

At the closing ceremony, the top three winners of each event came to the stage to accept the awards, but Meng Xi asked for leave in advance, and Tang De received the awards on his behalf.

The head teacher of No.1 can also get an extra 400 yuan reward, which is not much compared to the salary. The most glorious thing is the certificate, which is posted on the bulletin board at the front door. You can see it as soon as you walk in. That happiness The sense of pride and honor is simply rising.

Coupled with the end of the sports meeting, the results of the monthly exam that have been suppressed and not announced have finally been sent to all classes. This monthly exam is not difficult, and the exam is all basic questions, but it is easy to lose points.Even so, the average score of the fourth class is still a lot lower than that of the same materialization class, directly entering the upper circle.

Song Huai took the lead and didn't say anything, the score made the teacher feel numb.However, Meng Xi, who was last in the grade in the final exam, had a total score of [-] points higher in the three monthly exams than in the last test!

86 in Chinese, 80 in English, and 76 in mathematics. From a poor student who scored 25 points in the final math test, he jumped to the middle and lower reaches of the class, and it only took half a month in the middle! !

When Tang De announced the best progress quota for the monthly exam with a trembling voice, everyone was dumbfounded.

Silence of stupidity.

Especially Chen Jin.

He almost rushed out and yelled for re-grading of the two people's papers. After all, it is an examination room, and the seat numbers are next to each other.But just a second before he shouted, he suddenly remembered that Mr. Zhao had supervised the examination in this examination room, and there was no possibility of cheating under her nose...

Immediately withered.

"Ahem." Tang De cleared his throat triumphantly, cast a kind look at Meng Xi, and at the same time began to sprinkle chicken soup for the soul in a disheveled manner, "Everyone should learn a lot from Meng Xi. If you are poor, All of you here are members of the fourth class, surely no one is worse than him, right?"

Meng Xi: "..."

Tang De gave a passionate speech: "But after just over a month of hard work, Meng Xi has improved by more than 300 points from the bottom one in the last semester!! What kind of concept is this?? Will he be the next time? Can you rank [-], [-], [-], [-]? Of course, I am not putting pressure on Meng Xi. As long as you study hard, the teacher will be very relieved whether you have made progress or not. At the same time, Meng Xi’s example also shows that each of us is like a sponge, as long as we absorb knowledge desperately, there are infinite possibilities in the future! He can do it, and I believe you can do the same!!”

Song Huai propped his chin in boredom, and turned his head slightly to see Meng Xi's expression.

He propped his hand and lowered his head to turn the pen, as if impatient, but the tip of his ear that was accidentally exposed was red, which never faded.

Song Huai looked at it and smiled.

"There are many talented students. There are also many hard-working students without talent." At the end, he couldn't help but waved his fist in the air, "But I believe that the students are both talented and willing to work hard." student, isn't it?!"

Students: "... yes."

A sparse sound.

Tang De was very dissatisfied, and was about to re-mobilize again. The sports committee Qian Shuixing murmured to his tablemate with a sad face, "The reason why he improved by [-] is because he has a spirit of learning..."

"Qian Mercury, what are you mumbling about down there?" Tang De knocked on the table to make him stand up, "Since you have something to say, speak louder and speak with us!"

Qian Shuixing then stood up, and said confidently: "I said we can't improve by [-] because we don't have a god of learning!"

Everyone laughed, and a few rambunctious little girls couldn't help shouting, "That's right, teacher, Meng Xi has the exclusive tutoring of the God of Learning, and we have nothing!"

"The country owes me a series of learning gods."

"Brother Meng, can you rent Xueshen? 50 yuan an hour is fine, I'm just bad at math."

"Leave Xueshen? Take me one!! I spend thousands of dollars a month just on weekend tutoring, and I can afford it! I really can afford it!!"

Meng Xi shrank his head and dared not speak.

Are you kidding me, last time I asked Song Huai to give me a famous brand card, so I just got a set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms as a reward, okay?

He regretted his life, and quickly shut his mouth tightly.

Fortunately, everyone just made a fuss. Everyone knew that Song Huai was giving Meng Xi extra lessons because he was at the same table and a roommate, and they had a good relationship.If an ordinary person went up to ask a question, even a god of learning would ignore the answer, let alone a paid make-up class. Is he short of that little money?

Besides, is Xueshen the kind of person who is willing to help others?

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, but they didn't care, and the topic passed like this.

Although he didn't get the big gift package from the God of Learning to make up lessons, Tang De considered that everyone worked hard in this monthly exam and many people's grades improved, so he decided to contribute the bonus and subsidize it himself. [-] During the holidays, please have a barbecue with the whole class.

As soon as the news came out, the whole audience screamed and cheered, and everyone started to flatter Old Tang, praising him as the best head teacher in the world, and praising him for teaching content that is easy to understand but understandable It was so profound that Lao Tang was so proud of it, and there were smiles on his face in the next two Chinese classes.

The joyful atmosphere of the dinner party on Friday lasted until the evening self-study, and everyone was still excited or even hyperactive. The teachers who followed were able to get twice the result with half the effort, and their mood was also infected. The class atmosphere was very good.

After evening self-study, the classroom was empty, and Meng Xi and Song Huai walked to the dormitory slowly, side by side.

When passing by the shadow of the trees beside the playground, he tugged on Song Huai's sleeve.

Song Huai turned around and saw a slightly red face.

Standing under the shadow of the tree, Meng Xi's slender bangs fluttered in the wind, and his eyes seemed to be filled with water or the moonlight. They were astonishingly beautiful.

Song Huai was stunned for a moment, and his throat suddenly felt a little dry.

He heard Meng Xi lower his volume, his expression soft: "Sanshui, I have something to say to you."

The author has something to say: Xiao Song (Du Fei's face): Don't say anything, anyway, there is nothing I like to hear.

ps: It’s really not abuse, these two have a two-way crush, and they can’t abuse 2333 By the way, everyone, I have always had a doubt, I miscalculated the number of words before v, so there is no list until now, but there are still many new favorites every day , It’s amazing that it’s rising dozens of times a day. I looked at it and it seems that I don’t have any natural list.

So I'm still quite curious, where do some new readers come from after I got caught? 23333

Just let me know if there's a lovely new reader.

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