I suspect you are not a good student

Director Tang's office is in a different direction from the third grade classroom, Xie Chuhong had to part ways with the two as soon as he left the classroom.

Before leaving, Xie Chuhong took a special look around Zhou Shiyi, and teased: "Except for being not so loose, I think my clothes actually suit you quite well, and you can change your style in the future."

Being left to go back to the classroom alone with Bai Siming, Zhou Shiyi began to regret again, very regretful.

The naked|naked gaze of the person next to him swept over the coat, making him feel like a light on his back, and honestly apologized to the large bruise on the person's arm: "Cough, is your arm okay, I made a mistake yesterday It's..."

Just as it is difficult for Bai Siming to call him "Tiyi", it is also difficult for Zhou Shiyi to call him "Teacher" in private.

In the end, Bai Siming not only didn't blame him, but also lightly praised: "It's okay, next time you meet someone who wants to touch Xie Chuhong, you can do it directly."

Zhou Shiyi choked up, and didn't dare to ask what to do if this person is you next time.

The two of them were strangely silent all the way back to the classroom from the first floor. Zhou Shiyi's scalp was numb with embarrassment, and he was full of thoughts about buying Xie Chuhong a coat with a collar if there was a chance.

Bai Siming asked abruptly, "Did you two spend the night together last night?"

As expected of teaching Chinese, Zhou Shiyi was so frightened by this wonderful choice of words and sentences that he almost denied it on the spot.

Bai Siming stared at the blue shadows in his eyes, and said in a firm tone, "Both the coat and the T-shirt belong to Xie Chuhong."

The ironclad evidence was so strong that all of Zhou Shiyi's words were stuck in his stomach. He said "ah" and "yes", and then continued to walk around like walking on eggshells.

However, Bai Siming deliberately slowed down his pace: "How did the two of you know each other?"

Zhou Shi thought about it for a while. Although he hadn't promised Xie Chuhong to help him, it was a bit outrageous to expose his background like this: "...the elders in the family know each other."

Bai Siming: "No wonder."

Zhou Shiyi: "Huh?"

Bai Siming then asked: "Since your family knows each other, do you know what he wants money for?"

Zhou Shiyi continued the situation: "...does his asking for money have anything to do with his family?"

Through the lens, Bai Siming stared at the boy beside him probingly: "Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

Zhou Shiyi felt that he was a little wronged, so he stumbled and answered, "It's just a matter of dating, not yet at the stage of managing accounts..."

Bai Siming stared at it for a while before retracting his gaze: "Forget it, you have only talked for two days."

Zhou Shiyi: "...Yes."

I don't know how to tell Bai Siming, but Bai Siming actually knows more than him.

He didn't even know that he had talked with Xie Chuhong for a few days.

But humans are presumably very adaptable animals.

Otherwise, Zhou Shiyi couldn’t explain why he was in such a situation, and why he continued to feel sleepy after sitting back in his seat—almost yawning against Bai Siming’s gaze, almost saying “What did I do with Xie Chuhong yesterday?” , went to bed late" written directly on his face.

But fortunately, Bai Siming is very restrained, and he has never fallen ill.

When Xie Chuhong came back from Director Tang's office, the bell for the morning self-study just rang, and more than half of the class was about to lie down on the desks. Zhou Shiyi only slept for five hours last night, so he was naturally one of them.

But before he clicked his head, Xie Chuhong stuffed his chest with the things in his hand and teased: "Why is my deskmate so good? I got the test questions compiled by Director Tang the next day."

Zhou Shiyi: "..."

Xia Wanli in the back row asked Xie Chuhong what Director Tang wanted from him.

Xie Chuhong glanced at Bai Siming who was waiting for class on the podium without any trace: "Old Bai recommended me to participate in the provincial composition competition. The number of places is limited. Director Tang is anxious to report."

Xia Wanli's limp body immediately stiffened, and envy was written all over her face: "Then after you win the award, it will be very advantageous to participate in the independent enrollment of the school in Beijing!"

Zhou Shiyi, who was lying on the desk with several people behind his back, had a meal immediately.His mother had read Xie Chuhong's report card, but the matter of applying for the exam was too far away, and he had never considered it. Now when he suddenly heard "Beijing", he felt that it was suddenly and reasonable.

Xie Chuhong smiled indifferently: "Do you want to go? If you want to go, I will let you go."

Xia Wanli waved her hands naturally, her little head was shaking like a rattle, and she was rolling over and over, saying "how can I do that".

Chi Che leaned against the wall beside him with a half-smile, and asked Xie Chuhong, "What's the matter, don't you want to go to Beijing?"

Zhou Shiyi, who was "replenishing sleep", had his ears pricked up. He didn't know what he was expecting, but when he heard Xie Chuhong's tacit smile and "Look", he felt a little lost in his heart.

It's nothing else, but the gap between people has been blurred for more than ten years, and the first trace is suddenly drawn by the college entrance examination.

Some are uncomfortable.

After the first Chinese class, the class fell down again, and the atmosphere returned to dead silence.

Bai Siming was not surprised by the half-dead state of everyone in the morning. He repeated a few words on the podium and prepared to pack his things and leave.

Zhou Shiyi almost collapsed when he heard the bell for the end of get out of class. He would go to bed at [-] o'clock at the latest at home and lie down. Sleeping at the time like yesterday is indeed a rare experience. It is already the limit to last a Chinese class.

Xie Chuhong laughed inwardly: "Are you so sleepy?"

Zhou Shiyi's whole body was hollowed out, his mind was completely muddled, and his speech was vague. Xie Chuhong had to lean over to listen.

Sitting in the back, Chi Che found it interesting, so he deliberately raised his voice: "It feels like you have a very good relationship, and you can change clothes."

As soon as these words came out, many radish diced lying in their own pits in the class immediately picked up their heads.

It was because the interaction between the two was too natural. They had never seen Xie Chuhong's coat before, but the short T that Zhou Shiyi wore inside was actually Xie Chuhong's. This made Yi Ming, who firmly believed in the theory of persecution, very unhappy.

This morning, he has already received too many doubts about the accuracy of his news: "Squad leader, don't you go to the infirmary to have a look, you were injured only the next day."

He didn't say what the next day was, but everyone knew that he was referring to the second day when Zhou Shiyi transferred to another school and sat at the same table with him.

Xie Chuhong remained unmoved: "I'll go later."

Bai Siming just passed by him: "Together? I'll get safflower oil."

Xie Chuhong: "I'll wait."

"Wait for what?"

In fact, Bai Siming just said something casually, but Xie Chuhong seemed to be waiting for him to ask himself, and turned his eyes to his deskmate who had already fallen into a semi-comatose with a sly smile: "It will be good for him to accompany me when I get enough sleep."

Bai Siming: "...OK."

He could tell that it was rare for Xie Chuhong to fall in love, and there was no one else to talk about. As the only person who knew his sexual orientation, he always wanted to show off to himself.

Zhou Shiyi, who had no idea that he was being pushed deeper into the abyss, was still sleeping soundly on the table, fighting with the big snake that suddenly bumped into him in his dream.

The big snake spat out a red letter, and a pair of vertical pupils stared coldly at the back of his neck—Zhou Shi stared at Bai Siming in a daze, and hid his face in Xie Chuhong's denim jacket, as if smelling his boyfriend's breath The smell can make you sleep more soundly, making Bai Siming's forehead twitch.

When Zhou Shiyi came back to life completely, it was already time for exercises between classes.

Zhou Shiyi was a little embarrassed looking at the person beside him who had found out the armband of the student union from nowhere.The fact is that I don’t want to go alone, regardless of gender.

If Xie Chuhong was going to be on duty today, it meant that he had to go downstairs to do exercises by himself.

Chi Che always had winks, and he patted him on the shoulder from behind and smiled at Xie Chuhong and said, "What's the matter, my deskmate borrowed me for a fuck?"

It means to go with him.

Zhou Shiyi was about to take a sip, when Xie Chuhong refused without blinking an eye.

Zhou Shiyi looked at him in astonishment, and Xie Chuhong also looked back: "I'm going to the infirmary with my arm, and you have a pull on your stomach? Don't you want to go to the infirmary together?"

Zhou Shiyi was stunned.

He thought that Xie Chuhong's early self-study and casual nonsense made him feel sick, and the plot should be over. How could he know that there is such a beginning and end, and there will be a follow-up.

As soon as the class was empty, the Shicheng child couldn't help asking: "Where can I go to get a wound on my stomach?"

The old god Xie Chuhong is here: "It's not good to take you away, do you want to run so much?"

Outside the classroom, Xia Wanli went downstairs to the playground with her classmates, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became.

Chi Che couldn't see him worrying and frowning all day long, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "What are you thinking about?"

This time Xia Wanli didn't even pursue the matter, and just leaned closer and asked him in a low voice, "Did Chuhong just say that Zhou Shiyi had a pull in his stomach?"

Chi Che raised his eyebrows: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Xia Wanli looked around cautiously, for fear that someone would hear her next words: "That's not right, Chu Hong said in the morning that Zhou Shiyi pulled his back and tore his coat, that's why he wore his coat." The clothes, why is it a stomach again now?"

"Tsk." Chi Che wrapped his arms around the neck of his milk bag, which was hard to put aside, pretending to be mysterious, "Can't you figure it out?"

Xia Wanli nodded, looking at Chi Che with a pair of shining pupils, just thinking that this person was going to tell him the answer, when he saw him bared his teeth and said with a grin: "It's normal if you can't figure it out, if you can figure it out, as for being caught by me every time." Is it No.3, it's time to take the second test."

Accompanied by the passionate marching music on the radio, several classes in the third class heard Xia Wanli's call, grabbing Chi Che's ear, "I'm so mad" loudly, and no one turned their heads.

Although Chi Che was often absent in the morning after he was in the third year of high school, he had heard this news for two years after all.

If one day the two of them were together and didn't listen to the quarrel, then it was time to look back.