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The results of the school examination are announced one after another. Everyone is happy and everyone is sad. The sad ones are tucked in the bed and continue to fight for the culture without letting others know; Not showing off.

Chen Zhe's strategy of casting a wide net worked. He applied to 6 schools and got 1 certificate, all of which were good.He was supposed to be relieved a few times, and even excited, until he asked Yao Jianqi, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"One piece." After Yao Jianqi finished speaking, he announced the name of the corresponding school.

"Aren't you mistaken?"

Chen Zhe reconfirmed, but Yao Jianqi told him with the same expression as before, no, this is the school, and it is not the target school that he has been planning since he was in junior high school after reviewing the examination papers over the years.

Of course, these are not important anymore.

"It's fine if you have a certificate." Yao Jianqi comforted Chen Zhe, who was more sad than himself, leaning on the table with his elbows bent, pressing his aching cervical spine.

"Is there something wrong with the school's statistics?" Chen Zhe was still aggrieved.

"Study hard, you." Yao Jianqi handed him the atlas to stop his endless doubts.

In the quiet classroom atmosphere even after class, Yao Jianqi pushed open a window, exchanging the coolness of early spring for refreshment and sobriety.

After a few figures came and went scattered or in groups, a person stopped by the window and stayed there.

Yao Jianqi raised his eyelids and saw Liu Miaobing.

It was Liu Miaobing, who had her hair draped over her shoulders and looked at him with apologetic and grateful eyes, and won the first place in her major.

"I always feel that I owe you an apology and a thank you."

Liu Miaobing put her hand on the recess of the stainless steel railing in the corridor, and used her fingers to shake off the rainwater accumulated in the night, because the other party was not looking at her, so her eyes could only be cast in the air.

Yao Jianqi didn't have the self-consciousness to look at people, and only politely looked at visitors for a short while when answering: "You don't need to say these two sentences to me."

"But you really helped me a lot." Liu Miaobing was a little anxious and flustered, "And the number one shouldn't be mine, if it wasn't for that kind of accident..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be a little concerned about his scruples, and let the content be covered in a meaningful intermission.

If memory also has eyesight, then she definitely has more than one pair of eyes.

"The repeat students clearly told us before that there were incidents of destroying works in the past, but no one took it seriously." Liu Miaobing said dejectedly.

From sketching to sketching, everything went smoothly. Although someone always turned stomping into noise and seemingly indistinct interference, at least I could hold my breath.

"Who knew it would be the last color..."

On her extremely bright red scroll, Pu Lan on the brush next to her soared across the sky.

"The day before the exam, the teacher also specially instructed me to protect my paintings."

She didn't pause too much, facing a piece of mouse droppings on a painting, covered it with titanium dioxide, and heard the male owner of the paintbrush whisper to himself: The painting is really bad.

"But almost all of us thought at the time, just pay attention to drying."

Until another stain of paint "accidentally" splashed into her paint box, she took off the finger cot, which contained a thumb that had been worn away countless days and nights, knowing that the whispers in this corner would not be listened to by any ants.

Liu Miaobing asked Yao Jianqi: "Why did that person just... destroy your painting?"

She asked the other party, do you know who can't draw badly?

"do not know."

Yao Jianqi took it for granted, yet was incredibly calm, just like when he threw the palette at the face of the boy who came for no reason, and squatted down to pick up the spilled easel.

"There's always someone who likes to pee outside the urinal anyway," he said.

Liu Miaobing's clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and she said sincerely: "Then... I hope you can think about it a little bit, and don't feel too uncomfortable."

"I don't feel bad." The phone in Yao Jianqi's pocket started to vibrate again, more and more frequently, "It's not the worst."

Liu Miaobing forced a smile: "That's good."

There are always people passing by, pretending to be casual, and throwing them like thin stones. Yao Jianqi ignored them and said, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Well, you can do your work." Liu Miaobing took a step away.

Yao Jianqi turned around, and when he was about to enter the classroom, he was stopped again.

"Anything else?"

A tall silhouette obliquely in front gradually corroborates under the gaze, revealing the front.

Do you know anyone who can't draw badly?

Just look at it and you'll find out.

At the beginning, Liu Miaobing was sitting in the corner of the examination room, and it was the same. Together with the gaze beside her, she wandered over the top edge of the drawing board, until she reached the preconceived arrogant back, and the half-exposed, even more arrogant painting.

It seems that it only exists to highlight how far others can fail.

"I'm sorry." She also looked at Yao Jianqi and said silently in her heart, "This was not my original intention."

Just before rolling under the bed, the kitten's white gray neck was mercilessly lifted by a hand, and its paws scratched and stabbed in mid-air.

"I warned you." Yao An faced him face to face, staring, "You don't want to come into this room just like a kitten."

It is not appropriate to say that it is a kitten, it already has the limbs and weight of an adult cat, but because Grandma Yao never has the habit of calling names, no matter how many nicknames are wasted, the cat seems to have become its name, and there is a mother around One day, it is not surprising to say that it is small.

During grandma's hospitalization, two cats were brought home. The little beast that has just entered the new land is not at all afraid of life, and it is normal for it to roam in other people's territories.

"Yi——" Yao An was almost shocked by himself, and it would not be unreasonable for someone to sit up to talk to a cat in a serious manner.

But Yao An is standing in the bedroom on the third floor at this moment. The neatly arranged paint pots and the crayons painted by hand are like Yao Jianqi's objective existence, which makes him do this more naturally than usual: "If you If you bite the things here, Yao Jianqi will use you as a paint rag."

Then he made up his mind vividly and successfully amused himself.

"It's too alarmist."

The unexpected voice fell from the sky like snowflakes, rubbing against Yao An's neck.

Looking back, Yao Jianqi was holding the female cat in his arms, with the soft folds of his schoolbag rubbed all the way on his shoulders, and his expression caught him in a teasing way.

Yao An blinked resentfully, feeling guilty, trying to take it away with a beautiful smile.

"Why didn't you leave today?" Yao Jianqi didn't make any fuss about his "slander", and walked up to him little by little.

"A class is over, I have one more day to accompany you." The cat struggled restlessly in Yao An's hands, and his thoughts obviously jumped towards Yao Jianqi, "Are you surprised?"

"Surprise is dead." Yao Jianqi said.

Yao An raised his chin, quite distrustful: "It's so fake."

The cat became more irritable, barking and scratching its paws, wanting to stay in Yao Jianqi's arms as if it couldn't wait a second, but Yao An was so angry that he went straight forward: "Hey, go find your mother."

Yao Jianqi smiled, stretched out his left arm, the cat jumped up, and was about to cuddle up on his sleeve, but it was placed firmly on the mattress, next to the female cat.

Then, Yao An had a furry head beside his neck, which was softer than a cat, and a pair of hands passed under his arms, hugging him closely.

Yao Jianqi's breath was heavy, like a deep breath, and only then did he really relax.

"Tired?" Yao An returned with a strong enough hug, allowing him to snuggle up to his body better and more safely.

"It's okay." Yao Jianqi sucked the air in his ears, "I'm just a little disappointed in myself."

What happened.

Yao An wanted to ask this question, if it was someone else, he would have asked directly.

But this is Yao Jianqi, he can discern the quality of his emotions from the end of his voice, and he can even hear the full stop of his words, so he can also know that what Yao Jianqi wants at this time is just a hug.

"I didn't get the certificate." Yao Jianqi crawled close to his cheek, forehead to forehead.

No wonder it's so exhausting.

Yao An didn't need to ask much to understand what he meant, painstaking efforts and regrets.

"It's okay." This wasn't exactly consolation, Yao An stroked his shoulder, "You did your best, don't regret it."

The distance is too close to focus, and neither of them can see each other clearly, only the occasional trembling of the eyelashes just matches the frequency of the heart.

"Not enough." Yao Jianqi said suddenly.

Yao An tilted his forehead, thinking he was referring to the exam.

But Yao Jianqi bumped into him very close, and circled him, emphasizing his actions at this time: "This way," he tightened his grip, "It's not enough."

Yao An understood immediately, and before Yao Jianqi could go any further, he grabbed Yao Jianqi's shoulder with his elbow and winked at the bed.

Wen Jing watched from the sidelines and saw that the two cats, one big and one small, cooperated with him and let out two meows in turn to show that there were other beings in this room.

"Meow."

There is another sound.

Yao An turned his face in a daze, and he saw Yao Jianqi who was full of tranquility.

He was startled and laughed again: "Can you try again?"

"Meow." Yao Jianqi was very obedient.

His tone is clear and distant, like knocking on a wooden fish, with woodiness.

Yao An heard the courtship.

The palate is Yao An's sensitive zone.

Passing through the lips, close to Tianchi's soft palate, he once licked it in a playful way, and felt itchy once.

like now.

The tip of Yao Jianqi's tongue touched there between the breaths of each deep kiss, which caused Yao An's unstoppable anxiety. He wanted to let go, but was held hostage between his thumb and index finger, and there was a not so shallow jaw. fingerprint.

This kind of teasing is almost malicious, and Yao An is already familiar with his knowingly committing crimes, just like Yao Jianqi is accustomed to his committing crimes without correction.

The gauze curtain bulged roundly, as if the wind had been pregnant, and suddenly, a spine broke it apart like a whip.

Yao An was pressed against the window sill by Yao Jianqi, half of his body was leaned back, the curtain was hanging dangerously under the pressure, on the verge of falling.

Yao An carelessly propped himself on the window sill, propped up a little, but was shaken by another premeditated lick by Yao Jianchi, so he had no choice but to cling to him.

Yao Jianqi was grabbing, Yao An knew it, so he didn't try to get away with it in any possible gap, he was also soothing when he accepted his almost abusive kiss, using his extremely persistent tenderness.

The footsteps recorded on the hollow staircase were particularly clear. Yao An heard its approach, and the hand that was originally on Yao Jianqi's neck moved to his shoulder, giving him two shakes, one light and one heavy.

This is a self-evident signal since they were together, making them stop before every dangerous node comes.

Yao Jianqi hasn't let him go yet.

Due to Kuang Jing, the sound of turning on the chandelier in the corridor was accurately delivered to his ears, and Yao An pushed him to intensify the warning.

This was an obvious movement, but Yao Jianqi just blindly closed his eyes tightly, as if falling into a dream.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the last step of the stairs, making a sound like a long snoring. At the same time, Yao An finally felt that Yao Jianqi was a little out of control between the other's tighter chest and arms.

"Are you there?"

Yu Wan walked into the living room where the lights were not turned on, and opened the nearest patio door to take a look.

"See……"

Yao An barely pulled away from the kiss, and called him with a suppressed voice.

Yao Jianqi didn't seem to be able to hear it, so he pecked at the branch of his jaw uninterruptedly, clinging even tighter.

There was only dim skylight and an empty clothes rack outside the terrace. Yu Wan closed the door, walked to the coffee table, put away a glass of leftover water, and saw the bedroom with a gap in it, and did not turn on the light.

"See Qi, Xiao'an." Holding the cup in her hand, she walked towards the door suspiciously.

Before there was a second knock on the door, there was a sudden "bang" sound inside the air in this huge geometry.

Yu Wan pushed open the door, and then enlarged her eyes.

Yao An's left arm was still propped on the window sill, and the other was lying beside him, his gradually curled knuckles clenched in confusion.

Opposite him was Yao Jianqi who had fallen to the ground and hadn't had time to sit upright.