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The red thorn bubbles brought back were soaked in the fresh-keeping bag for too long, and the rainy front helped it, and it was completely diseased, like a pool of vaporized roses.

Yao Jianqi asked about this fruit all the way along the street, but it was not on sale, his disappointed expression was like his report card.

This time he did very poorly in the exam.

He thought it would be so bad, because he was almost unconscious when he did it. On the second day after Yao An left, his cold all rebelled, and he would feel drowsy after taking the medicine. The positions are all wrong.

Chen Zhe and Yu Yanzhui were worried but always hesitated to speak, trying to pull him some trivial off-topic topics: how is the cold doing, and the green peppers in the cafeteria are too stealthy. The dog is as cold as snow.

Today's question is: "Do you want to play basketball in the next physical education class?"

Before the sound of "What" was pronounced, Chen Zhe elbowed Yu Yan in time to chase him, giving him a look so that he could feel the majestic wind at the entrance of the corridor.

Yao Jianqi watched the two of them cooperate, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Why, I can't stand bumps so much?"

"No, that's not it." Yu Yanzhui went back to make up for it, but he couldn't make it up, "You have a bad cold, so just stay in the classroom."

"...Wait for a ghost!" Chen Zhe bluffed secretly, he was already disappointed, and he wanted to pull people out to relax, but after making such a big circle, he persuaded people to go back? ?

Yao Jianqi tightened the curling white air in the thermos cup lid, put it on the window sill, and grabbed their shoulders with his free hands.

"Don't worry, it's just bad luck this time." When he persuaded them, he also persuaded himself, "If you're really worried, lend me your phone."

Under normal circumstances, Yao An would not turn off the ringtone of his mobile phone. He is used to receiving messages immediately, and he is not used to waiting or asking the other party to wait.

The notification sound of "ding" is a bit of a steal in the classroom with high ceilings, especially when everyone is generally drowsy in the psychology class.

Yao An blatantly looked at the teaching assistant and raised his hand.

"Report to the teacher that I want to go to the bathroom."

Carelessly waking up a few classmates who knew Zhou Gong, he squeezed his knees and ran to the bulletin board that was opposite to the classroom, away from the crowd, and called back the phone.

"The number you dialed is active..."

"What's going on?" He sent over.

"Typing is more emotional." Yao Jianqi replied.

"Fuck you!" Yao An dialed again, again with a thin mechanical female voice, the other end snapped off.

Yao An: "Can you still live in peace?"

"I'm in the classroom." Yao Jianqi said.

"Then go outside."

"It's so cold outside, don't dare."

He described himself as squeamish, but every time, he was the one who had to take off the army green jacket and return it to Yao An, and he was the one who forgot to wear only a cotton pajamas and got up to take Yao An to the door.

Yao An was almost certain immediately: "Did you catch a cold? Afraid I'll hear it?"

There was a long pause there, like sorting out the pros and cons between confessing and dying.

After sorting out, the breathing light of Yao An's phone turned on.

Hearing Yao Jianqi's voice, he said to himself half-dumbly but tried his best to suppress it: "You're so smart!"

And at that moment, he wished he wasn't that smart.

When you have a cold, there are always some yin and yang that can't be pronounced, whether it's the occasional or lost ending sound or Yao Jianqi's meticulous cover-up, etc., all of these are the reasons why Yao An hung up the phone in the first place.

His hearing has completely recovered, and he has passed such a verification.

The two chatted for a short time, about the time when they finished reading the previous chapter of the book carefully, after which Yao An sent a message to Yao Jianqi: "Can you treat yourself well?"

Yao Jianqi still used such abusive moves that Yao An couldn't resist: "Then take care of me and love me more."

Every word jumped on his eyelids, Yao An smiled alone, get out of class was over, and people passing by didn't care if they looked at him.

There was a noise from the other side of the classroom, and Yao Jianqi couldn't get tired of talking to Yao An anymore, so he sent him goodbye several times.

On the way to return the mobile phone to Yu Yanchai, Yao Jianqi thought about it and deleted the message record. Dog abusers are not civic-minded, so after deleting it, they saw a very unique note below.

Lu was annoyed to death.

Yao Jianqi recalled Shaoshun before passing it through the back door.

"You know Lu Li very well?"

Yu Yanzhui was moving the table, and when he heard this sentence, the table slammed down and nearly hit his own foot, and shouted: "Who said that!"

He climbed onto the table and grabbed the phone and asked, "What did you see?"

"A note." Yao Jianqi saw that he was not at ease and that he was arguing, so he thought it would be okay to talk next time.

On the blackboard just wiped with a wet rag, there is a small piece of chalk written on the side of the words "Senior Senior Parents' Meeting". The students are all packing their schoolbags. The report card printed on big red paper, with their respective names filled on it.

"It's too bloody." Chen Zhe stuffed something into the test paper folder, and sighed softly in the penultimate row, "Other schools will hold some warm activities such as parent-child dialogue..."

"Do you want it?" Yao Jianqi lifted the cover of the rainbow candy with his thumb, and leaned towards Chen Zhe.

"You can eat." Chen Zhe pushed the bookcase full of troubles and wheels, "I'll clear things first."

Yao Jianqi threw two pills into his mouth, the sound of biting off the outermost crisp and thin icing was inaudible at this moment, and the coating of his tongue became dull due to the cold, but he still gained some peace of mind from chewing himself.

Just now Yao An said that he was in a psychology class, but he didn’t remember anything else. He only heard the teacher mention the placebo effect, that is, under the influence of psychology, people can be comforted by some ineffective treatments.

It’s like Yao Jianqi likes to eat sugar when he is anxious—even if it has a moderate amount of scientific content, what he relieves him is not blood sugar or sweetness, but the psychology itself that he thinks it can bring comfort.

And those, all added up, didn't give him as much as Yao An's call, or even the call that he hadn't answered yet.

It made him willing to have the luxury of believing that what was about to happen might not be so bad.

Happily.

Yu Wan's chopsticks hit the edge of the bowl, and the choy sum she picked up fell onto the table and rolled away silently.

"Why all of a sudden..." She turned to look at Yao Xinping, and in the middle of speaking, she was paused by the sound of the bottom of the bowl hitting the glass.

Unable to pay attention to the force with which he put down the bowl and chopsticks, Yao Jianqi looked blankly at the same place as Yu Wan, with the rice still stuck in his throat.

"Uncle, what did you say?"

Yao Xinping also put down the tableware, calmly and calmly accepted the two sets of surprises with different concentrations, this time was different from the tone that seemed to be commonplace just now, and also different from the question just now, he said with great certainty: "See Qi, go abroad to study, uncle will arrange it for you."

"I can't go!" Yao Jianqi said immediately, he propped himself on the table, his position was in a mess, "I...I know I made you angry, but..."

"Jian Qi, you're thinking too much." Yao Xin's face was sinking, and he stopped his confusion, "Going abroad is for your future considerations. The last time the parents' meeting was over, your head teacher asked me to have a private chat, saying that your recent The status and grades are not very satisfactory, and the gain in the college entrance examination is not worth the loss, it is better..."

"You never discussed it with me!" Yu Wan asked Yao Xinping dissatisfied, her voice was high, "I am his mother."

"He is also my son." Yao Xinping's expression was sincere, and he did not argue. He looked back at Yao Jianqi and continued the content just now, "Yesterday, I asked you Teacher Xu and Teacher Jiang about the situation, and they also suggested this. Didn't Teacher Jiang follow the Did you mention that, she suggested France, right?"

Nails bent on the glass tabletop, Yao Jianqi just sat with his back stiff.

Yao Xinping didn't mind not responding, and still stated calmly: "I don't know much about art, but the teacher's advice is always beneficial and harmless. Don't worry if you don't understand the language. You can go to the local area to study French for half a year or a year. By the way, familiarize yourself with the environment."

It's the most thoughtful consideration, and what screwed-up person wouldn't want to have such a way out?Besides, it sounded more decent than his original choice.

"I won't go." Yao Jianqi recovered his voice, staring at a point in the air that was out of focus, "It's too far away, really...too far away."

Even a few hours of driving is judged as a long present, such a distant jet lag long enough for a sleep, it is not easy to even imagine it.

"It's a bit far away, but it's all for your own good." Yao Xinping said almost kindly, "It's natural to be afraid of going far away. You are still young. When you grow up, you will know that these are experiences. Everyone That's how it all came about."

But Yao Jianqi was about to shout out, no, what he was afraid of was not traveling far away, what he was afraid of was just...

"It's good for young people to broaden their horizons. When you have more knowledge, you will see things more broadly, and understand that what you have is nothing, let alone who it is."

As far as the words were concerned, Yao Xinping hit Yao Jianqi with the intention behind every word like an iron pick, letting him clearly know how optimistic his actions these days are to whitewash the peace.

He's really...enough.

"It's useless." Yao Jianqi smiled sternly. He shook his head, pushed the chair back, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Unless he lets me go."