I suspect you are not a good student

Qiuyun's wild thoughts like this, of course, it's not true, there is no basis at all.

This evening, she and Zhou Changde rarely drove to school to pick up the children from school, and without saying hello to them, they parked the car at the school gate and waited.

When the two children came out, it was already dark and surrounded by students rushing out of their minds. Xie Chuhong was holding a notebook in the crowd, and he didn't know what he was writing or drawing. The son kept his head down and looked at it seriously, carrying their schoolbags in one hand and protecting Xie Chuhong from being bumped into with the other. They were so intimate that no one else was around, and anyone could see that the two had a good relationship.

"Is this a lecture?" Zhou Changde sat in the driver's seat and laughed.

"What's the matter? Without this little time, my eyesight will be broken." Qiu Yun was talking casually at first, and didn't take this matter to heart at all. She was a little stunned when she heard her husband following closely behind.

Zhou Changde said: "The important thing is not time, just like when I taught you advanced mathematics."

"I was in love with you at the time, how could they be the same!" Qiu Yun didn't realize what she was thinking, her tone was already raised.

As soon as Zhou Shi looked up and saw them, Zhou Changde smiled and waved to the two: "How are you doing?"

Qiu Yun immediately fell silent, but the observation of the two children continued seemingly without a trace.

But this kind of follow-up was not continuous. As soon as she stepped into Xie Chuhong's rented house, Qiu Yun felt a little ashamed of her boundless speculation.

That was the place where she and Zhou Changde first met Xie Chuhong.

The layout of the rented house was so simple that it made people feel disconnected. Even with simple psychological preparations, there was no way to connect this place with Xie Chuhong.

Not missing the emotion in the eyes of the two elders, Xie Chuhong took the initiative to point to the cardboard boxes stacked in the living room and said: "There are relatively few things, and I have packed everything that needs to be taken away."

Moving from home to the school dormitory, and then from the school dormitory to the rented house, he was already very skilled at such tedious tasks as moving.

What should be kept and what should be taken away, there is almost no need to bother to make a choice.

"That's all, aren't there any big items?" Zhou Changde glanced roughly, and there were only four cardboard boxes, no matter how many times he went up and down the stairs, he could move them all.

"It may be that the mattress is troublesome, and there are no other big things." Speaking of this, Xie Chuhong himself was a little embarrassed.

This is also considered to be one of the few sons left behind by him who is sick. He can only live if he sleeps on a comfortable enough mattress. The others can only barely make do for a few days, and they can't sleep for a long time at all, just like Princess and the Pea.

"Recognize the bed, I will too." Qiuyun was the first to call out her son understandingly, "You and your dad go to carry the boxes, and I will take some scattered bags down."

Xie Chuhong quickly followed and wanted to help. The box was the largest he bought directly from the courier: "I'm stuffed very full, and it might be a bit difficult to carry it by myself."

Zhou Shiyi didn't let him touch it, he held the box and said, "You and my mother take all the loose things down."

Xie Chuhong was helpless and a little worried, and he followed him all the way to the stairwell, still telling him: "It's not easy to go down the stairs, you should be careful, and if you can't hold it anymore, put it on the ground to rest."

Although Qiuyun didn't look at the two children, she could not help but hear her son's last affectionate reply.

Seeing her distracted, Zhou Changde finally realized something was wrong: "What's the matter, are you tired from work today?"

"Ah no..." Qiuyun changed her mind as she spoke, "Well, maybe a little bit."

The room is only this big. With a few people stuffing it in, it would be hard for Xie Chuhong not to hear it. The child was obviously a little guilty: "Actually, we can move another day."

Qiu Yun couldn't tell how she felt now, she was comforting herself rather than comforting Xie Chuhong, she let out a long sigh of relief and smiled: "It's actually not hard work, Auntie works in a magazine and meets many artists, sometimes When I meet someone who likes to play big names, I often get angry."

Xie Chuhong: "It feels very powerful."

Yan Ruoruo took care of the family affairs every day, which already made him feel very hard. He admired Qiuyun from the bottom of his heart for her work and family.

Qiu Yun smiled and shook her head: "What's so great about this, isn't everyone living like this."

The young man standing in the cramped living room was serious. He looked at the couple and said, "Uncle and aunt taught tithe very well. They are really amazing."

The glaring incandescent lamp on the top shone on Xie Chuhong, and Qiu Yun's heart softened again when she received the child's slightly shining eyes.

The repetition throughout the night really made her feel sick, and it was all because of the boy group that came today.

The magazine office is originally a place full of news in the circle, but at her age, she has never cared much about these little gossips. After the official business process, don't make things difficult for anyone, everything will be fine, but it is really here today In this boy group, there was a young boy who was so coquettish that it turned her off.

I can't carry it on my shoulders, I can't lift it with my hands, and the makeup artist has been chattering about applying makeup for a long time. It doesn't count to ask the agent to comfort him, but he just called the boy on the other side of the group who is shooting to comfort him.

The original work arrangement was completely disrupted, and the boy kept serving tea and water by his side. Those who didn't know it thought it was a male nanny brought out by the family.

They had to postpone the amount of work they expected to complete within the expected time, not to mention that Qiu Yun was the leader with the highest real power, and no one at the scene was not irritable.

Finally, it was finally done, Qiuyun, who never complained, couldn't help but say a few words to her subordinates: "This is not going to work, a big boy, and coaxing like the same group."

As a result, the subordinates all cast strange glances at her: "Sister, don't you know?"

Qiu Yun didn't know, so she went in: "What?"

Subordinate: "The two of them are lovers!"

Qiu Yun was stunned.

The subordinate continued: "Otherwise, how could the two boys be so close. They were together when they were drafted into a group. It's just that their fans don't know. It's not a secret sister in the circle."

Ordinarily speaking, homosexuality is not a rare thing in the entertainment industry. Many people even sleep with the same sex purely for stimulation, but in fact they don't bend at all. This is something Qiu Yun usually hears without changing her face.

She thought that she was a very open-minded person, but once the feint was realized and became something that could be seen but not touched around her, Qiu Yun was obviously not as calm as she imagined.

Now she is watching the two children stay together intimately, uncontrollably substituting, and every move that she didn't care about before has been endowed with another layer of possibility.

Later, watching the two children move the mattress down together, Qiuyun asked her husband by accident, "Why did you think Chuhong didn't want to move to our house in the first place?"

"Admit it."

"But he has a good relationship with Shi Yi. You can see that Shi Yi knows how successful he is when he moves in." Qiu Yun corrected, "It means that Shi Yi also really wants Chu Hong to move in."

"Are you really confused by anger during the day?" Qiu Yun would not think about it at all, Zhou Changde rubbed her shoulders, "Chu Hong is not a character who likes troublesome people, even if he has a good relationship with Shi Yi, no It's normal to want to live with us."

"All right……"

Qiu Yun was so reluctant to answer Zhou Changde at that time, but now standing at the door of her son's room, watching him hugging the half-naked Xie Chuhong, she felt so complicated, she whispered: "A big boy is not a little girl, What is the upper body afraid of?"

Zhou Shiyi was a little angry protecting Xie Chuhong: "What does it have to do with boys and girls, this is privacy!"

If it were normal, Qiuyun would definitely close the door and exit like last time, but today, she firmly held the doorknob and looked at the two teenagers next to each other on the bed: "You are not afraid of me watching, Why do you care so much now?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhou Shi blurted out: "How can this be the same, I am me, and Chuhong is Chuhong."

"Then why are you taking off your clothes properly?"

Zhou Shi and his mother suddenly got serious, it was inexplicable: "We played volleyball during the day, and Chu Hong was hit by the opponent a lot, so I took it off to see if it was serious!"

Xie Chuhong kept his back to the door, and his stature was not low. If his son wanted to completely block him, he had to hug him very thoroughly.

Qiuyun couldn't see his expression, she could only face the cooking wine lying beside the bed, and her biological son who was half-confused and couldn't find her, and slowly gave up.

As soon as Qiuyun closed the door, she was taken aback by the person quietly huddling beside her, and said in a low voice, "Why are you up too?"

Zhou Changde also whispered: "I see that you have been a little restless since you picked up the children from school today, and now you ran out without slippers."

He really didn't know what happened to his wife.

Qiuyun glanced at him with complicated emotions, but in the end she didn't say what was in her heart, she just leaned on her husband coquettishly and let him carry him back to the bed.

In the room, as soon as Zhou Shiyi lowered his head, he met Xie Chuhong's furrowed brows.

He thought it was his mother who offended him, and he was halfway through apologizing when he saw the person in his arms suddenly raised his head: "...Did your mother find out?"

Zhou Shiyi didn't think of this at all, he just thought that this person was made suspicious by Xu Heshen: "Don't think about these things, what are you afraid of if the head teacher has been bribed by us."

Xie Chuhong laughed.

Zhou Shi put his chin on his shoulder and patted him: "Senior year, senior year, you should study hard every day, make progress every day, if you are really bored, give me lectures, and you will run out of time immediately."

"You're pretty good at comforting people now."

"I've never been an older brother before, but now it's definitely different."

Xie Chuhong closed his eyes and buried himself in his brother's neck and smiled, but didn't speak.

That is to say, Zhou Shi is stupid, unable to detect the greed in his heart that is drunk now.

An alarm clock is not enough for Zhou Shi to get up together, Qiuyun has to go to the room to lift the quilt.

But this time, when she hurriedly put on her makeup, the two children had already brushed their teeth in the bathroom of the tithe bedroom.

Qiuyun didn't even know when her son arranged for Xie Chuhong's new toothbrush and face towel. The mirror on the wall of the sink was limited in size, and the two children's eyes were not fully opened. Put yourself in the frame.

With Xie Chuhong in the front and Zhou Shiyi in the back, Qiuyun's temples twitched three times at the passing atmosphere, but after a closer look, there was nothing wrong except that her chest was a little closer to her back.

In the end, Qiu Yun didn't say a word, she closed the door and turned to the living room.

Xie Chuhong didn't need to spend time eating breakfast at home before, and he usually didn't get up at this point in bed.

Now at the dining table, he is biting the pancake in his mouth numbly. I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t woken up yet, but he always feels like a gaze is falling on him, especially when he interacts with Zhou Shiyi. when.

So when the two were huddled at the door to put on their shoes, Xie Chuhong raised his leg to caress Zhou Shi's hand on the shoulder, and when he stretched halfway, he turned and put it down.

However, Zhou Shiyi was still ignorant, so he stretched out his arms to put someone close to his arms: "What are you doing?"

"Why don't you do it?" Xie Chuhong quickly pulled up his heels, snatched the bag from his hand and went out.

Zhou Shi was stunned in place, and before he could touch the back of his head, he was greeted with a fucking slap: "Why are you still standing there, you will be late again!"

His mother usually beat him, but never as hard as today.

Zhou Shiyi was blinded by her slap, and stared: "...how many times have I told you not to hit me on the head, mom!"

"It's stupid anyway!" Qiu Yun stared back fiercely, stepped on her high heels and went out, "How many times have I told you, if you have the ability to go out and quarrel with others, don't talk back to me at home every day!"

·

In No. [-] Middle School, everyone is more keen to join in the excitement of volleyball games than basketball and football games.

In addition to the attractive rewards of the final champion, the volleyball game program is also simpler.

All the students in the third year of high school were gathered on the playground, eleven classes were divided into four groups by lottery, one of each group was eliminated in the first round of preliminaries, two groups were divided into two groups in the second round of rematch, four were eliminated, and the remaining three went directly to the finals. The competition system is rough, and there is no such thing as a resurrection match.

As usual, due to the mixed drawing of arts and sciences, there is a high probability that several liberal arts classes will meet science classes at the beginning. Basically, they are in the first round of the preliminary round, and there is no chance of advancing to the semi-finals. Even if faced with the provocation of the science class, everyone will Very Buddhist, focusing on participation.

But this time it started differently.

In the last volleyball game in high school, when the sports committee went out to draw lots as the representative of their third class, their backs were straight. On the opposite side, the Sports Committee of Class [-] bumped into him with his chest upright, and everyone on the field laughed.

The boy asked him: "What's the matter, it's been three years, and you finally got a strong general, and you're still going crazy?"

After the mock match between them and Class [-] yesterday, Zhou Shiming's reputation has been completely established. No one in the whole grade knows that the new transfer student from Class [-] is going to change his life with a liberal arts major.

But the sports committee bitch gritted his teeth: "Who told you that there is only one general, and Chu Hong will also participate this time. You'd better not be drawn with our class, whoever will send the other round."

He opened his mouth and fired indiscriminately, directly offending the other ten classes.

In the distance, Zhou Shiyi was still standing in the line, watching: "The one from Class [-] who was arguing with the Sports Committee...is that the one we met last time in Class [-]?"

Xie Chuhong nodded: "Xiong Cong, their class sports committee."

The volleyball game in No. [-] Middle School does not play five rounds, and the winner is determined by three rounds.

According to their standards, four or ten minutes is enough, just in time for dinner and before self-study last night, so there is no need to find extra time when everyone is free.

Right now everyone is grouped by lottery, and the fight will start immediately after they are divided. There are three in a group of three classes, and one in a group of two classes.

The group that draws two classes will decide the winner directly, and the group that has three classes will have to draw lots to sort them out. If it is fast, the results can be announced in one day today.

The second class was unlucky, and got a 1v1 with the eleventh class, and was scheduled to be eliminated directly.

Although they drew two science classes from the three classes, only one of the three classes was eliminated, and it was impossible to lose two games in a row.

The referee's whistle blew, and the four volleyball courts on the playground started at the same time.

Almost all the head teachers of the third grade group were present, and the side of the court was full of people. Many juniors and juniors wanted to come to observe the demeanor of the champions of previous years after hearing the news.

As a result, not many of them had arrived, and the game was over.

The eleventh class won two games in two games, shaved the bald head of the second class of liberal arts, and sent them a round of 1v1.

When the referee announced the end, the second class applauded themselves on the spot. They were happier than the other side who won the game. They all shouted that the midterm exam next month is stable, and they can go back to the classroom to study with peace of mind.

Everyone is open-minded.

"Anyway, sooner or later, I have to leave. It's not shameful to lose to you. It's a good thing." The sports committee of the second class bumped Xiong Cong's shoulder, teasing, "It's just that the girls in your class don't seem to give you face, they all run away from us Went to the third class of liberal arts."

Xiong Cong said that the girls in his class were just tired of watching the winning games, but they were very honest.

Among the four volleyball courts, the one at the other end was the busiest, with people taking pictures with cameras, students shouting after them, and school leaders all watching.

Xiong Cong saw the girls in his class waving the flag and cheering for the third class from a long distance. They were more energetic than their class three. No one cared that they won the game.

Girls don't care...

"Old Duan, why are you still pestering this!"

As the fastest winner in the game, the crowd was so deserted that even his homeroom teacher ignored him?

In the end, Duan Heng: "Shh, don't disturb my little brother who looks good..."

As soon as he moved his index finger to his mouth, his voice changed according to the situation on the field: "Chuhong buckles beautifully!"

Class Eleven: "..."

Class [-] lost to Class [-]. If they lose to Class [-] again, they will be eliminated directly. Everyone will fight fiercely.

But no matter how fierce it was, it couldn't withstand Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong's joint attack and defense.

As long as Zhou Shiyi stopped the ball coming from the opposite side, Xie Chuhong would either directly buckle it back, or the sports committee would pull a long line behind the field.

Compared to them, Xia Wanli was a bit shorter, but his feet were nimble, and he and Yi Ming assisted in passing the ball unimpeded, and finally got Chi Che's serve.

Send three, at least one will get points directly.

After a while of operation, he froze in a destructive posture.

In addition, the strength of the seventh class is not bad. Compared with crushing victories, this kind of feeling of winning successively is more refreshing.

Xiong Cong played volleyball with his class. They just stood aside and took a look, and then joined the team of girls in their class. While shouting, they wanted to sell Amway for the tithe to the people around them: "I just said The newcomer to their class is very handsome!"

Duan Heng looked sideways: "You are not familiar with him."

"At least I've seen him shirtless, have you?"

Xiong Cong just rolled his eyes, his old class was already full of blood, and suddenly turned his head and shouted into the arena: "Come on tithe!"

"It's up to you to sneak away!" Xiong Cong stared angrily, and immediately went online with the male mother of the same style, "I'll give it to me on Monday!"

Bai Siming, who stood quietly beside the two of them from the beginning to the end, slowly put out a question mark.

Zhou Shiyi is not from their eleventh class, what are these two people comparing with each other?

On the court, there are young people running vigorously.

The piercing sound of volleyball in my ears always seems to be a little exciting.

This is the first time that Zhou Shiyi has received such attention in a group activity. Every time he wins a ball, he is very happy from the bottom of his heart.

In a regular volleyball game, a game is won by 25 points. They reduced it to [-] points. As long as they hit [-] points in the second game and win the last ball, the battle can be ended directly.

But Class Seven has never been eliminated in the preliminary round, so I can't afford to lose this person.

As soon as he was excited, his hands lost weight, and the boy who jumped up to grab the net with Xie Chuhong didn't pay attention, so he swung the ball towards Xie Chuhong's face with the force of buckling the ball in his palm.

Zhou Shiyi's heart almost stopped watching from below, and he couldn't remember his duty of returning to defense. Facing the direction where the ball hit, he stepped towards Xie Chuhong's direction, and the volleyball that was crucial to scoring Passed by.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone held their breath.

When Zhou Shiyi went to help Xie Chuhong who had fallen, he thought that they must have missed the ball, and his mind was full of thoughts that it was a good thing he didn't let Xie Chuhong fall directly to the ground.

But the volleyball didn't hit their field as expected, but after two muffled hits, it quickly passed over the heads of the two of them, and it hit the opposite sideline neatly - the third class caught the ball, and even counterattacked. Successfully killed.

The referee blew his whistle, and unprecedented cheers and screams erupted from the sidelines.

Zhou Shiyi looked back to confirm, only seeing Yi Ming being pulled up from the ground by the sports committee.

In the blink of an eye, all the people watching the battle rushed over and surrounded them.

The boy on the opposite side who hit someone by mistake also sneaked in from under the net, and he was a little relieved when Xie Chuhong was very sure that "it's okay".

Zhou Shiyi was quickly overwhelmed by drinks being offered to him frantically from all directions, and he had no time to think about anything else.

He didn't recognize any of those faces. They might be juniors or students of the same grade. He wasn't even sure if he had received a call from Duan Heng, the head teacher of Class [-].

That battle was much more exaggerated than the mock match against Class [-]. I felt that the whole world was crowded with people, and it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

As the light of the liberal arts who took the first step to defeat science, Zhou Shiyi heard countless people chanting his name in his ears. There was nothing to hide, so he could only face it bravely and thank you over and over again with the things sent by everyone .

When he made eye contact with everyone, Zhou Shiyi realized that he seemed to have gotten used to the gazes of strangers during this time, warm and pure, and saw many things that he had never seen before.

In the crowd, Bai Siming confirmed that Xie Chuhong and Yi Ming were fine, so he left the stage to leave space for the children themselves.

On the way back to the office, Duan Heng was still beside him and sighed: "Zhou Shiyi is really handsome. He just walked over to pick it up. Wow, if I were Chu Hong, I would marry him right away."

Bai Siming slowly pushed down his glasses: "How do you know he's not married?"

Duan Heng didn't take it to heart: "So you two have made a deal? I heard that his weekly exam results are a bit outrageous."

Bai Siming calmly said, "It's okay, it's only twenty or thirty times higher than usual."

Duan Heng was vomited by this man's pretentiousness on the spot. If there were not many students watching, his fist would have landed on someone's shoulder no matter what. 31? You pretend again? Pretend to me again..."

When the people around finally dispersed, Zhou Shi handed out all the water in his hand to the classmates before he went to check Xie Chuhong carefully: "Are you really all right?"

"Can something happen."

In fact, Xie Chuhong only had a small patch of red on his forehead, and Xia Wanli's heart ached for him, for fear that he would lose his appearance.

Zhou Shiyi handed over the drink in his hand, but Xie Chuhong refused to take it.

Zhou Shiyi was a little puzzled: "What's the matter, don't you want to drink this flavor?"

Xie Chuhong said in front of Xia Wanli: "If others give you something to drink, you can just give it to me."

Xia Wanli: "?"

Zhou Shiyi and Chi Che laughed loudly, leaving the milk bag stunned by the connotation, and the three continued to chat and move forward.

"Did Yi Ming save the last ball just now?"

"Well, he saved it, and the Sports Commission beat it."

"Ah... kind of handsome."

It's a pity we can't go together.

"Is it to guard against that Xu Heshen?"

Xia Wanli glanced at Yi Ming, who was far behind with the Sports Committee, and chased after him and asked in a low voice.

Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi both paused, and turned their gazes to Chi Che.

With Chi Che's arms around him, he dragged him away, and Xia Wanli was directly bent over by him, dissatisfied: "Why, you enslaved me and didn't tell me the inside story."

Chi Che: "It's not like you don't know."

Xia Wanli pouted: "I know fart."

Chi Che glanced at him: "Since when did you become a little liar part-time?"

"Oh! I don't know what you're talking about." Xia Wanli let go of his arm as soon as she rolled her eyes, and wanted to go towards Xie Chuhong again.

Xie Chuhong was telling Zhou Shiyi about handing in the test paper to Director Tang: "When I went, he was reading novels again."

Zhou Shiyi, a foreigner, expressed shock: "Director Tang still reads novels?"

"Ang, I got it from a student, about cheating."

Xia Wanli, who was about to catch up with a tail: "Fuck? Director Tang cheating?!"

Three people: "?"

Another quack.