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

After Meng Xi brushed his teeth and washed his face, he was about to call his homeroom teacher to ask for leave, but Song Huai fell asleep again, and only half drank the cold medicine on the chair.

He measured the temperature again, 38 degrees.

A little lower.

Tang De fished at work, so he was worried about the health of his good student, so he sent a message to Meng Xi, asking him if Song Huai had any other discomforts, such as headache, stomach pain and nausea, and he should pay attention to other symptoms , such as appendicitis.

... How could appendicitis be involved in just a small cold.

Meng Xi didn't bother to explain, so he took a random picture of Song Huai's sleeping face, accompanied by the temperature taken just now, edited the text and sent it.

Tang De was relieved.

Don Quixote: Song Huai is your deskmate and your roommate. This is a hard-won fate.Since he is sick, you can help take care of him, you know?

Don Quixote: Even though we are in the dormitory, we still have to study.I sent you the range of dictation for self-study this morning, please memorize it carefully.You come to my office during the big break in the afternoon, I want to check.

As he spoke, he sent a picture of writing on the blackboard, reciting the content: the first three paragraphs of Pipa Xing.

"..."

Meng Xi selectively ignored it, and was about to clean up the text messages when he slid his finger and suddenly clicked on the photo sent to Tang De.

The light wasn't great.

The sky in the morning is snow-white, mixed with a hint of blue-gray that has not yet faded, the bed curtain is half-covered, and the photo with a little noise blurs a sleeping profile, with a high nose like a man The water divides two worlds, one half falls into the light, and the other half remains in the dark.

Meng Xi looked at it for a long time, then clicked on the photo album, and the photos were dragged into the recycle bin.

"Are you kidding me. Brother never saves pictures of men."

·

At [-]:[-], the first floor of the cafeteria was empty, and the aunts had already started cleaning.

The aunt at the window looked in amazement at the boy not far away who was wearing long-sleeved trousers and was wandering outside leisurely after class.The child turned around, walked up to her, poked his head and asked, "Is there any porridge now?"

The aunt came back to her senses, "It's gone. There are still a few bags of soy milk, do you want it?"

"want."

Something is better than nothing.

"Auntie, I also want two steamed buns, vegetarian ones. There are also two siu mai and two eggs."

Meng Xi swiped his meal card, packed his breakfast and put it in a plastic bag. Just as he was about to walk out of the cafeteria with the bag in his pocket, a familiar voice came from the left.

"I said I knew it." Zhao Qianqian walked down the stairs on the second floor on the left, very irritable all the way, "How many times do you have to say these words? Didn't I tell you? I'm busy..."

As she walked, she simply stood at the gate, with one arm draped over the other, frowning and lowering her voice, "Is that my problem? I have a stable job, the salary is not low, and even the wedding room is expensive." Don't ask him to pay, I'll buy it, he only needs to pay for the car. In this way, you say that I have high conditions, Mom, you are a bit too much, this is simply no condition, okay? "

"Okay, don't make excuses, haven't I counted at my age?"

When Zhao Qianqian said this, she laughed angrily, "Isn't it because I have a younger brother? Isn't it because you two are partial to Zhao Mingyu? It's so ugly to say it. The family only gives a gift of [-] yuan when her daughter gets married, so she is willing to marry Zhao Mingyu." The full amount? Even if I am willing to pay him back, then he is not a fool."

"Don't worry about me, I won't starve to death for a while, and I won't die without a man."

She didn't want to waste any more time here, "Forget it, I have class later, first—"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone hung up with a snap.

The brewing emotions were interrupted, Zhao Qianqian choked up her throat, clutched the phone for a long time, and then slowly let out the breath.

Forget it, what do you care about with them.

Save another year or two, and when you have enough money and qualifications, you can be directly promoted to be the leader of the mathematics team. Isn't it good enough to make money to support your family?

She was about to put her mobile phone into her bag, but when she touched the empty space above her waist, there was nothing there, and then she remembered that her bag was left in the cafeteria.

I was really confused, there was still money and documents in the bag.

Zhao Qianqian patted her head, turned around and was about to go upstairs to look for it, when she raised her head, she suddenly saw a figure in front of her.

She is very familiar with this person.

It was the poor student who had been dealing with her for a year, Meng Xi.

The two looked at each other unexpectedly, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Meng Xi stood behind her carrying the breakfast, and he didn't know how long he listened.

When Zhao Qianqian came to her senses, her face turned blue and white.

Meng Xi was very embarrassed carrying the breakfast bag.

He wanted to leave when Zhao Qianqian said the first sentence, but she happened to be standing at the gate of the cafeteria, and there was no other exit from the cafeteria, so it would be even more embarrassing if he passed her by.

He originally planned to wait for her to leave, but he didn't expect that Zhao Qianqian would become more and more excited as she spoke, and she would not leave after making the phone call. After a long while, she suddenly turned her face and almost scared him half to death.

Zhao Qianqian quickly put on a cold face, frowned and asked, "Is it time for early self-study? What are you doing in the cafeteria now? Do you want to skip class again?"

"Song Huai is sick." Meng Xi said, "He has asked for leave, and I will take care of him in the dormitory."

"Really?" Zhao Qianqian sneered, "He is sick and needs you to take care of him? Are you a doctor or a nurse, how can you take care of him?"

Before he could answer, she had already picked it up on her own, "Since you're sick, why don't you go to the infirmary? I don't think you two usually have a good relationship, so why are you so eager at this time?"

Meng Xi opened his lips and thought for a long time, but he still couldn't say anything.

Zhao Qianqian stood, squinted at him for a while, and asked abruptly: "I remember, your father is the big boss and donated a library to the school."

He looked silent.

"So, you feel that if you skip classes and play games and stay out at night, the director and the teacher won't care about you, and don't dare to care about you, do you?"

Zhao Qianqian emphasized her tone, "There are many things in this world that can only be changed by working hard, but I don't expect you to understand these. You only need to know one thing, every time you miss the big exam, you will report for it. Go to the principal and director. If one day the director comes to me with a list of absentees, then I will settle the score with you."

After finishing speaking, she nodded again with her finger warning, "Did you hear clearly?"

Meng Xi paused for a long time, then nodded, "Got it."

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Qianqian waved her hand, brushed past Meng Xi, and was about to go upstairs when she heard Meng Xi softly say, "Teacher, there are still many things in this world that cannot be changed by hard work."

But this, too, I don't expect you to understand.

That sentence was very light, she was slightly taken aback, at first she thought it was an illusion, but it took a while to realize what he said.

However, Meng Xi had already left the thin, translucent breakfast bag without looking back.

·

Song Huai glanced at his phone when he woke up, it was seven forty.

I don't know if it was the effect of the cold medicine, but he slept for less than an hour, his dizziness has improved a lot, and his spirit has recovered a lot.

It was quiet in the dormitory.

Song Huai lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when he suddenly heard the sound of the door lock twisting.

With a creak, Meng Xi opened the door and walked in from the outside. When he saw him, his face and voice were calm, "Are you awake? I just bought breakfast, let's get up and eat."

Sensing his tone, Song Huai looked up at him for a while, and then said, "Okay...thank you."

Meng Xi disassembled the straw, snapped it into the airtight lid of the cup, and touched it again, "It seems to be a bit cold, I'll take it to the dormitory to warm it up for you."

Song Huai said, "No need, this will do."

Meng Xi didn't insist anymore.

The two finished their cold breakfast in relative silence. Meng Xi swiped his phone and suddenly realized that his temperature hadn't been taken yet. "How do you feel now? Why don't you take your temperature? If you're fine, go back to class." .Otherwise old man Tang will be in a hurry again."

Song Huai said yes.

He went to the bedside to find a thermometer, Song Huai stood behind him and watched silently, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Meng Xi paused slightly, "No."

"You almost have the words 'stay away from the uncle' written all over your face."

Song Huai said seriously.

"What the hell, would I say such a thing?" Meng Xi smiled, and after a while the smile gradually subsided, "I just met Zhao Qianqian on the road, and she gave me a lesson."

Although according to his standards, Zhao Qianqian has countless flaws, but some things are private after all.No matter how angry Meng Xi was, he didn't bother to gossip about this kind of thing with others.

The whole matter has been cut off from the beginning to the end, and the rest are trivial grievances and trivial matters, and there is nothing to talk about.

Song Huai thought about it seriously for a while, "Who is Zhao Qianqian?"

"?"

Meng Xi was dumbfounded, "...Zhao Qianqian is our math teacher, at least it's been a week, you still can't remember our teacher's name?"

"A lot of people are not worth remembering."

Song Huai said frankly, "Whether it is Zhao Qianqian or Wang Qianqian, there is not much difference. For me now, it is just a springboard with the least help."

Meng Xi choked suddenly, "Aren't you too strong?"

People rush to go to the gold medal teacher in the third year of high school, but when you come to you, it becomes the springboard with the least help...

Song Huai asked: "Then do you want to try it?"

"Ah?" Meng Xi looked up suspiciously, "Try what?"

"Try it," he said slowly, "under the power, what kind of scenery do you see?"