I suspect you are not a good student

The person who talked about the secret went to the study, and the two who were left in the living room began to feel uncomfortable.

The fruit knife in Qiuyun's hand continued to sharpen the apples. This has bothered her recently and she hasn't been able to sleep well.

According to the original plan, Zhou Changde observed the two children while attending class, and even if there was indeed a problem, he should have a private discussion with her before taking action.

What does it mean to suddenly move first...

Qiu Yun was staring at Apple in a daze, when her son suddenly came over and said, "Mom, I want to ask you something."

Qiu Yun slid her blade: "Ask what?"

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Zhou Shiyi: "Mom, why are you so nervous, guilty?"

Qiu Yun slapped the fruit knife on the coffee table at that time: "Why should I be guilty? I think you are guilty."

She was afraid that her son would be honest and wanted to confess her sexual orientation to her.

"Who is guilty, me and Chuhong, or Chuhong and Dad?" Zhou Shiyi blinked innocently, "I just want to ask whoever thought of today's class for us first, you or Dad. "

Qiuyun didn't relax her vigilance, and looked at him sideways: "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious!" Zhou Shiyi probed, "Did you tell Aunt Yan about it, or Aunt Yan asked you?"

Qiu Yun looked sideways: "Did Chu Hong send you to ask? When did you become so smart?"

Zhou Shiyi squeezed her shoulders to please her: "In the past, he was very wise and foolish, but your son has always been very smart. It is better not to hit the head."

......

"Did your mother say later that she mentioned it to your father?"

"Swallow."

"Yan?" On the desk, Xie Chuhong flicked his pen over the math test paper in his hand, "Is your mother also surnamed Yan?"

Zhou Shiyi looked up at him from his homework: "My mother's surname is not Yan."

"Your mother doesn't have a surname..." Xie Chuhong snapped at his fingertips, "Was it my mother who mentioned this first?"

Zhou Shi nodded.

Xie Chuhong was stunned at the time, his mother never thought of telling him about this before...

"But don't panic, you moved out of your home when you were in high school, and you haven't met your mother a few times in total, and if you find out, it's my mother who found out." Zhou Shiyi reassured, "My mother said that Aunt Yan just thought these things It is very necessary, but I have not been able to find a chance to tell you, so I will ask my parents."

Xie Chuhong was skeptical: "Why do you suddenly feel that these are necessary? Did she see it when I went home for my birthday last time..."

"I don't think so. Auntie may just want to mention it all the time, but you were a little young in junior high school and don't know much about it." Zhou Shiyi continued his efforts, "Did my dad just say something to you in the study?"

Xie Chuhong narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "No, just chatted with me about Xie Hecheng."

"Oh......"

Zhou Shiyi felt that it was time to have a chat as well, but he had never had the chance before.

So in the end, there was no mention of sexual orientation.

Of course, Zhou Shiyi kept this sentence in his stomach and didn't say it.

The WeChat group "Sprinting for the College Entrance Examination Squad" has not stopped since the end of the circle around the lake yesterday.

On the one hand, they were concerned about Xie Chuhong's condition, and on the other hand, they were gossips about Xie Chuhong, how could Xu Heshen save him because of the narrow road on Tuesday, and the chatter was in full swing.

- "Tsk, think about how poor he is and no one knows about it."

- "I don't seem to have any friends in my impression, and I go to the cafeteria to eat alone"

-"It's quite unknown, whoever I ask, anyone who hears his name will be at a loss"

-"Yes, all I know is that he writes well, talks less, and then he's gone"

-"If it weren't for Lao Bai, the head teacher of the first class probably wouldn't have noticed that Xu Heshen returned to the classroom late."

Chi Che interrupted suddenly.

- "Speaking of an old man"

- "People have disappeared since yesterday"

Although Bai Siming usually seldom talks in the group, but he will make a fuss to some extent.

Now even Xie Chuhong came back after having a fever, and he hasn't appeared yet.

- "I guess I'm busy, the next cycle of the mid-term exam, has the question already started?"

At that time Xia Wanli said so, and they also thought it was reasonable, only Zhou Shiyi had a little thought in his heart.

Bai Siming clearly had something to do last night.

In the early morning of the next day, a few people stepped on the bell and went to the corridor. The classmates were very honest and peaceful in their morning reading. No one had breakfast or chatted. They only thought that Bai Siming had arrived.

As a result, when they stepped into the classroom together, they found their math teacher sitting on the podium.

"Hurry up, I'll just wait for you guys." The math teacher urged them to sit down, and announced when everyone arrived, "Your teacher Bai had a traffic accident the night before yesterday and is now lying in the hospital. Math."

The voice fell, and there was an uproar in the classroom.

Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shi looked at You You in a daze.

There was a traffic accident the night before, isn't that after sending them home on Saturday?

The math teacher explained: "Teacher Bai is not serious, and he can be discharged directly from the hospital, but his family members are worried, so they must let him stay for two more days."

Then there was some old-fashioned preaching, let everyone study hard, don't worry, as long as they get good grades in the exam in the next cycle, it will be the best comfort for their Laobai.

The school does not allow mobile phones, even if many people in the class have mobile phones, they dare not look for Lao Bai at this time.

Only Xie Chuhong, who said he deserved to be more obedient than anyone else, behind his straight back, was Zhou Shiyi's hand sending messages to Bai Siming under the desk.

He sat outside, which was not as convenient as Monday.

During several breaks in a row, Xie Chuhong asked if there was any reply, and Zhou Shiyi shook his head.

On the contrary, the study group has been lively.

Especially when they were sleeping at noon, all their heads were lying obediently on the table. If it weren't for the constant conversations in the group, it would have been impossible to tell that Yi Ming and Chi Che hadn't slept.

-"@伊明xuheshen found you"

- "No, it feels like he's been fooled for the time being. Last time I asked him to wait, he really waited"

- "That's kind of a fool"

- "After all, I am also a brat"

- "But what on earth is your mother thinking, that she wants to bring me to your house for my birthday?"

- "My mother thinks that I invite too few friends to my house every time I celebrate my birthday"

As soon as these words were uttered, a circle was drawn around Chi Che, the person concerned, and the three people in the circle around them all raised their heads. They were particularly eye-catching in the quiet classroom, and their eyes were unimaginable: Your mother still hates you! Few friends?

Yi Mingyuan was at the other end of the classroom, so he could only express his feelings in the group.

- "Damn, do you think the three of you are playing with your mobile phone?"

He and Chi Che were the only ones bubbling in the group, and Yi Ming thought that the others who were silent had already fallen asleep.

But not only him, Chi Che sitting at Xia Wanli's table didn't even know he was awake.

This is when the sun rises from the west, forget about Xie Chuhong, even Zhou Shiyi, who has always been a little asleep, is playing.

The curtains in the classroom were closed tightly, afraid of being discovered by the teacher on duty who occasionally passed by outside the classroom, the heads of the three grabbed them and quickly buried them back.

Xia Wanli urged the answer in the group.

- "Didn't you invite a dozen or so to play at home every time you celebrate your birthday! Why is your mother still too few?"

Chi Che was also helpless.

- "Anyway, in her eyes, it is less"

- "I don't know where I found out that Yi Ming's birthday is on the same day as mine, let me at least invite all the students I can get home from my class"

- "Ah... your mother is so difficult"

This is the sentence that Xia Wanli said the most every time he mentioned Chi Che's mother.

Chi Che's mother is a very old-fashioned manager, and they all know it. She has produced many famous artists under her management. Although she is as experienced and knowledgeable as Yi Ming, she also feels that his mother's weird standards are outrageous.

- "I'll wait for you to become popular in the future, Mr. Chi"

Chi Che flipped through the emoji pack of having fun in bitterness.

- "You can invite whoever you want for your birthday, anyway, the more people there are, the happier my mother is"

Yi Ming thought about it.

- "Can Sister Shu Ya be with her friends?"

- "It's okay, it doesn't matter if I don't know"

- "But what is your relationship with Li Shuya?"

Chi Che was curious about this question for a long time.

He knew about Zhou Shiyi and Li Shuya, but he never figured out how Yi Ming could have anything to do with Li Shuya.

Speaking of this, Yi Ming was a little scratching his head, and his mind was still the oolong from last time.

-"a little complicated"

Xie Chuhong saw that the two of them were not interested in chatting, and was about to put away his mobile phone and go to sleep, when suddenly a profile picture who was usually onlookers popped up in the group and asked.

- "How complicated it can be"

Xie Chuhong subconsciously turned his head to look at the people around him who were playing with their phones in the same posture as him.

But Zhou Shiyi's eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and he didn't notice at all that the words typed by his subordinates did not resemble his usual tone.

- "I'm also curious about your relationship"

There was still no sound in the class, but the atmosphere in the group suddenly became strange.

Xia Wanli and Chi Che raised their heads at the same time, trying to get a glimpse of the emotions at the front table, but Zhou Shiyi was lying there like a rock and found nothing.

Yi Ming scribbled responses in the group.

- "I can't explain a few sentences clearly, and I will say it face to face on my birthday"

Later, Zhou Shiyi was a little dazed all day long.

The two sat at the door, and when it was overcast, the cold wind blowing outside often poured into the crack of the door. Xie Chuhong couldn't help shrinking his ankles that were exposed outside the jeans, and his long legs overlapped.

The last class in the afternoon was politics, and Bai Siming didn't reply to the news until this time.

Zhou Shiyi's comprehensive essays are not bad, and politics is particularly prominent.Their political teacher is bald, has a loud voice, and likes to hang out in the back half of the classroom.

Xie Chuhong had been a little absent-minded since he finished Zhou Changde's family education class. Now, staring at the textbook in his hand, he couldn't help but whisper to the people around him, in a casual tone, obviously pretending to be relaxed: " Didn't you say you don't like her?"

There is no antecedent and no consequence, yet Zhou Shiyi can just open his mouth and say, "It's not the same."

Why is it different?

Xie Chuhong paused slightly with his fingertips on the edge of the page footer, and before he wanted to speak again, the announcement bell in the upper right corner of the classroom rang.

Usually when the last session of the meal is approaching, there are not many teachers who will delay the class, and the classroom quickly becomes noisy, and only Xie Chuhong is left sitting in his seat, still a little unresponsive.

In a trance, he heard someone shouting that the head teacher of class three had come back on crutches. He had just entered the teaching area and was with the head teacher of class three.

Class three monitor?

Xie Chuhong mobilized his brain cells slowly.

"Did you make a special trip, hey! Why is your class monitor in the classroom..." As soon as the messenger from the outside class approached, he saw Xie Chuhong sitting upright at the door.

In a daze, everyone saw that person looking out again in astonishment: "It's obviously Xie Chuhong's face, so who is that person outside supporting your class Laobai?"

Xie and everyone on Tuesday were taken aback.

Hearing that Bai Siming was going to be discharged from the hospital early, Xia Wenyan asked the company for early leave, and drove to the hospital to pick him up in a suit and leather shoes.

"I said I could go by myself."

Coming out of the parking lot, Bai Siming leaned on a cane and refused to look at him, and limped towards the teaching area.

"Go your way." Xia Wenyan didn't refute, she raised her arm to protect Bai Siming's waist, and said the words of anger, "I don't care about you, and you don't care about me."

As expected, Bai Siming remained silent, with a blank expression on his glasses-wearing face, only showing a slight smile when the students passed by and greeted him.

"What reason did you say this time, so you asked for leave?"

"be honest."

Bai Siming twitched the corner of his lips: "It took so long to ask for marriage leave before, but now that your friend is discharged from the hospital, can your boss let you go?"

"I'm going back to work overtime at night." Xia Wenyan pretended not to hear Bai Siming's sarcasm, keeping his eyes on his feet covered with plaster, "I didn't mention my friend, I just reported your name."

Bai Siming paused, and it took him a while to put away all the ridicule: "It's hard for your boss to still remember my name."

When they reached the steps, Xia Wenyan didn't continue, but said, "Help you."

The closer it is to the teaching area, the more students pass by on the road, and many of them are just after physical education class.

Bai Siming didn't block his hand this time, and Xia Wenyan held it without saying a word. People around him came and went, and their eyes drifted to him involuntarily.

He realized that even if the person in front of him took off his formal clothes, he couldn't match up with the boy in white shirt in his deepest memory.

The tenderness is still there, but the youthfulness has long been lost.

"I don't even know the school that was redecorated, where is the office?" Xia Wenyan's hand helped him up the steps without letting go.

Bai Siming withdrew his mind and pretended not to know: "...you can just put me in the class, or the third class."

"The third class is..."

"First floor." No. [-] Middle School rotates grade floors every year, Bai Siming cleared his throat, "It's still in front of our class."

Xia Wenyan agreed.

Then the two were silent for a long time.

Fortunately, the third class classroom was not far away. When they walked into the corridor, many students who came out of the classroom cast surprised eyes.

At first, Xia Wenyan thought that everyone was using Bai Siming's plaster and crutches, until a boy who came back from the playground with a school uniform jacket took his shoulders from behind and said, "It's too handsome for me to rely on you to wear such a complete outfit."

"what?"

Xia Wenyan was stunned.

"What, what, Lao Bai is too hairy, he even has crutches, and I asked you to change clothes..." Xiong Cong was talking, but when his eyes turned from the plaster cast on Bai Siming's leg to the face of the man in his arms, he got stuck "Wait, handsome guy who are you...isn't Chu Hong?"

Just as Xia Wenyan was about to open his mouth, there was a crisp "pop" in his ear.

Bai Siming raised his hand and patted Xiong Cong's arm, without any effort: "People hooked their shoulders without realizing it."

"No! When I look at it from behind, it's exactly the same as Chu Hong's back!"

Xiong Cong was blinded, he just glanced at each other hastily and didn't think much at all, now he is apologizing to others, but at the same time he can't wait to stare at Xia Wenyan's face.This appearance, this height, is simply Xie Chuhong ten or twenty years later, but with a gentler temperament.

"I never heard that Xie Chuhong has a real brother..." Xiong Cong couldn't help muttering.

People passing by finally realized something was wrong from "Xie Chuhong is so handsome in formal attire", and they were all astonished: Isn't this Xie Chuhong?

"...Who is Xie Chuhong?"

Xia Wenyan hesitated: "Do I look a lot like him?"

Bai Siming pretended not to look away unintentionally.

It was the same as when he was avoiding problems countless times before, an all-too-familiar movement.

It's just that the student next to him has already given the answer: "Xie Chuhong is the monitor of class three, he really looks like you!"

Xia Wenyan looked into Bai Siming's black and white pupils, and was filled with disbelief: "...is there a student in your class who looks like me?"

Bai Siming: "No..."

Student: "That's right! He's so similar, why hasn't he ever talked about it!"

Bai Siming wanted to say "It's not what you think", but the voice of the person concerned came from the other side of the corridor: "Teacher Bai?"

Xia Wenyan was stunned at the first glance when he received the prestige.

Not only him, everyone in the corridor fell silent when they saw the two.

Xia Wenyan had never heard of Xie Chuhong, but Xie Chuhong had heard of him more than once.

The last time the club admitted the wrong person, Zhou Shiyi was present.

I don't know who murmured "as if", breaking the silence.

Xiong Cong was the first to smirk, and he was used to running the train: "No wonder you are so kind to Chuhong, Laobai, and there is still such a relationship."

Xie Chuhong subconsciously wanted to choke back, but after making eye contact with Bai Siming, he closed his mouth again.

Xia Wenyan: "You..."

"You don't have to worry about me, go back and work overtime." Bai Siming interrupted aloud, and stretched out his hand to Xie Chuhong while leaning on crutches, "Chuhong."

Zhou Shiyi was ready to say Xie Chuhong's refusal and smooth things over, but he obediently said "I'm coming" and walked over.

He took Bai Siming from Xia Wenyan's hands without saying a word, and thanked him very politely, saying: "You are busy, I will help Teacher Bai."

Putting two similar faces together, Xie Chuhong put on a disguise again, and even his temperament began to be similar.

Xia Wenyan looked at him as if he looked in a mirror, his body and posture were carved out of the same mold, dreaming back to the days when he was sitting at the same table with Bai Siming when he was in high school.

He asked like a ghost, "Are you also the monitor?"

"First grade." Bai Siming helped answer, "Same as you before."

In the past, few things could reduce everyone's enthusiasm for eating, but today is obviously an exception.

The corridor on the first floor where the few people were was facing the stairs, and all the lower grades who came down from above would pass by. It is said that they could see the adult version of "Xie Chuhong", and everyone was very excited.

The more people watching in the corridor, the stronger the disbelief in Xia Wenyan's eyes.

Bai Siming saw it, but didn't respond. He just said, "Just give the bag to my student."

Many people in their class came out of the class. As the one closest to the center of the storm, Zhou Shiyi blinked several times before remembering to move.

As if the word "hard work" was dropped unintentionally, the relationship between inside and outside is clearly distinguished.

Xia Wenyan watched helplessly as Bai Siming leaned against and leaned against that student, and left with him in the crowd, leaving him empty-handed.

There was a subtle awkwardness in the atmosphere.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a quarrel.

Xiong Cong quickly scratched the back of his head and began to make up for it: "Brother, don't take it to heart, our homeroom teacher is also irritable in the middle of the semester, how old is Mr. Bai, why is he still reluctant to say a serious 'thank you' like a child , like the new and dislike the old."

When Xia Wenyan listened to "Like the New and Dislike the Old" now, it felt particularly harsh.

But the truth is, as soon as Xie Chuhong hugged his master affectionately, he was full of ridicule: "Did you work so hard to see your ex that you broke your leg?"

"It didn't break, I touched it." Bai Siming was speechless, "It's just that my parents exaggerated."

Xie Chuhong started to bludgeon, and his small abacus was crackling: "How can you thank me?"

Bai Siming was not in the mood to argue with him at all now, dismissed the students next to him, and opened his mouth: "It's already said, you go to Beijing for the exam, I will cover all the expenses, and you can continue to study for a Ph.

Zhou Shiyi: "!"

Compared to last time, Xie Chuhong calmed down a lot: "Is the office noisy enough?"

"What office..." Before Zhou Shiyi could figure out the situation, the two had already started hurting each other.

"Why don't you ask me thank you?"

"Ah... You really deserve to be single with your mouth."

"Do I deserve to be single?"

"Otherwise, if I were your partner, would you dare to try being a student in front of me?"

"I……"

"Cough!" Seeing that the two of them were talking more and more sideways, Bai Siming wanted to throw out the crutch in his hand, so he hurriedly reminded, "At least in the office."

The two stopped one after another.

Zhou Shiyi also realized that he was blocked in the office corridor that day, and Bai Siming's solution was this.

As a result, Xie Chuhong said as soon as he entered the office: "You rest, someone will help me out, it's not your turn."

Zhou Shiyi and Bai Siming: "?"

Bai Siming: "What does someone help you out?"

Xie Chuhong put himself on the bench and grinned: "If I were you, I would definitely not worry about others now. I have to think about how to explain to my ex that I didn't do anything to ruin the teacher's morality."

Before Bai Siming could refute, the phone call came.

Xia Wenyan returned to the parking lot from the teaching building, got into the car after hesitating for a long time, and finally dialed Bai Siming's number.

Bai Siming had probably already returned to the office, his mouth was tougher than before when the two of them faced each other face to face, and when they questioned each other, the reply they got was: "I didn't say that you don't care about me, I don't care about you."

Xia Wenyan had already made up his mind, but if it was an ordinary student, he wouldn't think too much about it. It's really this guy named "Xie Chuhong", who looks too much like him.

Looks alike, smells alike.

Xia Wenyan: "Why haven't I heard you say it before?"

Just the appearance doesn't explain the problem, but counting on your fingers, this is the third year that Bai Siming has brought Xie Chuhong, and he has never heard Bai Siming mention it once.

"Why bring him up?"

"……I am serious."

"I'm serious too. What do you want me to tell you?" Bai Siming said, "I brought a student who looks like you. If you don't plan to get back together with me, I'll go find him?"

It's not that Xia Wenyan is ignorant of Bai Siming's obsession with him, so he put his forehead on the steering wheel: "...Did you really touch him?"

The child asked him to look at it, and he knew at a glance that it must be crooked.

Although Xie Chuhong didn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, he guessed it just by hearing Bai Siming's "whatever you want" answer.

He deftly took out biscuits from Bai Siming's drawer, took out a piece and stuffed it into Zhou Shiyi's mouth: "We're going to quarrel."

Zhou Shiyi had a biscuit in his mouth and his teeth hadn't touched yet. Bai Siming's originally calm face was covered with dark clouds: "The freshness is gone? Do you know what you are talking about? We have known each other for 20 years."

Xia Wenyan's emotions also began to get out of control: "Then what else can I say, saying that my dad didn't come out because you are still in the hospital?"

"It's not that you don't know that your father is fine at all, but he just doesn't accept me, that's why he's been in the hospital all the time!"

"I know what to do, what do you want me to do?"

Bai Siming's voice finally cooled down completely: "I should have stood up the day before yesterday, let the car hit again on time, and lived on the first floor with your father as neighbors."

"It's really boring to be angry..." Xia Wenyan's temples would thump whenever he thought of their quarrel on the main road that night.

But Bai Siming said: "I used to be too quiet and accommodating to you."

It was only after leaving the office that Zhou Shiyi found out that Bai Siming had quarreled like this with his predecessor. Xie Chuhong alone had heard it no less than three times.

Xie Chuhong shook his head: "Actually, the time he drank too much and admitted I was wrong, he handed over all his old facts."

He kicked people to the ground at that time, but he couldn't withstand Bai Siming's alcohol, so he persevered.

Wherever Xie Chuhong took the plate, he would go on and on about which table he went to. Later, sister Yao couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off the cards on his chest, and asked him to find a corner by himself, greet his head teacher, and don't disturb her do business.

The job change from serving dishes to singing also happened at that time.

Zhou Shiyi was thoughtful: "So Bai Siming originally wanted to confess the relationship at first, but because Xia Wenyan was afraid that his parents would not be able to bear it, he stayed with him as friends for many years?"

Xie Chuhong nodded: "It's because he has always been a very good friend in the hearts of the elders over there, and he trusts him very much, so in the end he found out about the relationship and was directly hospitalized with anger. He hasn't come out for several years."

Zhou Shiyi clicked his tongue: "So serious?"

"I was old, my health was not good, and I had underlying diseases."

Zhou Shiyi wanted to say that it would be fine if he confessed directly at the beginning, but in the end he swallowed it back—this is not a sarcastic remark that outsiders can casually say.

For a while, the ease of watching the theater was suddenly blown away by the autumn wind in the corridor.

The two were silent, thinking about the problems in their hearts at the same time, and dared not speak out.

What about them?

Xie Chuhong couldn't think of an answer.

Zhou Shiyi couldn't think of it either.

But the reason is different.

Zhou Shiyi hasn't finalized yet, whether he is qualified to take this question.

Xie Chuhong was innocent, feeling hot all over.

Uncles and aunts not only do not shy away from Zhou Shiyi falling in love, but even encourage them very much, mentioning it several times just in front of him.

Sometimes Qiuyun gets off work early and cooks soup for them as a supper, and she will sit on the dining table and ask, "Tiyi, don't you still have a little girl you like at school?"

Zhou Shiyi became numb after hearing this kind of question: "No."

Qiu Yun was dissatisfied: "Why not, I send you to school every day, and I see that many little girls look very juicy."

Zhou Shiyi knew that he should restrain himself at this time, but subconsciously, he still turned his attention to Xie Chuhong who was concentrating on eating.

Qiuyun still held her face: "Let me ask you, what do you think Chuhong is doing? Does Chuhong have a girlfriend?"

Xie Chuhong knocked the spoon lightly on the bottom of the bowl with a "ding" sound, and took a mouthful of soup in his mouth, but it didn't make sense to spit it out. After swallowing it, his throat became hot: "I don't have any."

Zhou Shiyi narrowed his eyes: "They are juicy and theirs, what does it have to do with me?"

Qiuyun smiled unintentionally: "I didn't expect my son to say that. I didn't look at the face, I thought it was Chuhong."

Xie Chuhong frowned.

After eating supper, he went over and pressed the door of his brother's room that was about to be closed.

Zhou Shi turned to get out of the way: "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Xie Chuhong didn't answer, squeezed into the crack of the door and turned back to the door, asking with a straight face, "What's your situation?"

Zhou Shiyi: "What's the situation?"

The lights in the room hadn't been turned on yet, only the clear light was shining from the open curtains, shining on the bulge between Xie Chuhong's eyebrows.

"What did you just tell your mother about that?"

"Which ones?" The young man was tall and his eyes were dark behind the light, "Do you think they have something to do with me?"

Xie Chuhong: "It's not that it doesn't matter, it's because your reaction is too strange!"

The kiss in the dream that day was so vivid that he didn't even dare to distinguish whether the person in front of him was speaking unintentionally or tempting.

"That's not surprising, I said I made an appointment with you to be single, and I can't betray you?"

"no!"

Xie Chuhong felt that he really had a ghost in his heart. The two were standing peacefully facing each other, but he lost in terms of momentum - he couldn't say what he said to correct Zhou Shiyi, which was just a joke.

There are many secrets and more jokes between them.

Even the romantic relationship that is always brought up.

Secrets and jokes, the boundaries have long been blurred.

The young man's non-momentary gaze on him forced Xie Chuhong into the shadows in front of the door, and he could only look at the bright side of the room, with nowhere to hide.

"What do you want me to say." Zhou Shiyi's voice was very quiet, without any emotion, "Do you follow you like Bai Siming followed his predecessor?"

Xie Chuhong staggered his eyes and flickered: "What's going on, isn't it? Have you listened to these crap things too much recently? Get some rest early, and I'll remind you that we are different from them."

The situation is different and the relationship is different.

After Xie Chuhong finished speaking, he didn't even give him a chance to respond, he opened the door and ran away, not saying anything after all.

Leaving Zhou Shiyi facing the closed door alone, he thought to himself.

Is not the same, they have separated, we are still together.

Xie Chuhong lay back on the soft mattress he was familiar with that night, tossing and turning.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I didn't dare to face my messy underwear.

Zhou Shiyi actually woke up when he was outside and quietly opened the door to come in.

The alarm clock didn't ring, and I didn't know what time it was. I thought Xie Chuhong just came in to wash up, but Zhou Shiyi lay on the bed squinting his eyes and waited for a long time. There was no sound of an electric toothbrush, but the faucet kept rattling, the movement was very small, and the water flow was only turned on once little bit.

The young man's tightly pursed thin lips were imprinted in the bathroom mirror, and his face was completely stained red with embarrassment.

Xie Chuhong never thought that he would have a day to secretly wash his underwear, he moved lightly, for fear of waking up the people on the bed outside.

The scene before his eyes was a reenactment of last night's dream, and even the first moment when his brother asked a question at the door, he just answered the words without thinking.

"Who did you dream about?"

"Dream..." Xie Chuhong swallowed "you" who was following him back into his throat, and even had the same reaction when he found out, "I dreamed that I woke you up by washing my underwear."

Zhou Shiyi's voice standing by the door echoed in the dream again: "Isn't that the same as we are now?"

Xie Chuhong remembered very clearly that he who answered the question coughed in his dream before answering.

The more he wanted to avoid it, the tighter his throat became uncontrollably, he still coughed: "Cough, ang."

"And then." Zhou Shiyi asked him.

"Then do you know what time it is? I'm going back to sleep." Xie Chuhong quickly wrung out his underwear and wanted to leave, but was stopped by the man by the door who stretched his arms.

Xie Chuhong woke up the moment Zhou Shiyi picked him up again and hit him on the bed.

This time I really woke up.

A dream within a dream.

This time, the first thing Xie Chuhong did was to take off his messy underpants and throw them into the trash can.

The nearest bathroom is only available in Zhou Shiyi's room. He was "caught" twice in his dream, and Xie Chuhong was caught out of the shadows.

Don't wash it at all, just throw it away.

This early in the morning, Zhou Shiyi felt that Xie Chuhong was not in good spirits, thinking that he was too impatient to be instigated by Bai Siming last night and forced too hard.

Xie Chuhong couldn't explain it either, so he simply made a mistake.

Last time when I had a fever, I dreamed of kissing, but I could still deceive myself and others, and I used it as the excuse of my fever. This time, I didn’t have any illnesses, and I didn’t strip naked and lay on the same bed. I just got a few words from the corner of the wall before going to bed. Just one step to the stomach, the home run plot is arranged, there is no need to wash it.

The youthful age is right, but Xie Chuhong can't remember the last time he had a sexual dream, and now he is so choked up that he didn't even eat two bites of breakfast, so Qiu Yun packed it for him and asked him to take it to school.

If I can't eat in the morning, I wait for the morning self-study to eat, and stuff more or less into my stomach.

Xie Chuhong thought it was reasonable, and he planned to do the same.

Who knew that when he arrived at school, it made him even more unappetizing.

A certain person was asked if he liked a girl with his front foot, but he confessed his love when he entered the classroom with his back foot.

The school girl is still pretty.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he wore a pair of black rhinestones discreetly on his earlobes. His hair was not tied up early in the morning, and it was draped softly on his shoulders. It was red in the sun. It looked like he was here to ask for contact information.

The big gang in class three, high school, has been scratching their heads to watch the excitement since the school girl waited at the door of the class.

Now that the master came to the scene, Zhou Shiyi met the girl's eyes. Just as the curtain was about to kick off, they were cut off by their monitors touching their mouths.

Xie Chuhong glanced at the girls up and down with a rather indifferent tone: "How high are you? Which class? Five points will be deducted for carrying a mobile phone, three points will be deducted for not wearing a school uniform, two points will be deducted for wearing earrings, and ten points will be deducted. Puppy love, makeup, wearing colored contact lenses, Dyeing your hair doesn’t count for your points, if you don’t want to deduct points, you can finish the [-]-word self-criticism before school tonight and hand it over to my new vice-chairman, the branch secretary of Class [-], Senior Two.”

Zhou Shiyi: "..."

The audience was silent, everyone was fooled by Xie Chuhong's sudden "official authority".

The Sports Commissioner murmured to his deskmate: "Squad leader, is this a joke, or is it for real..."

Yi Ming quietly wiped the sweat from his brow: "Of course I'm serious, I'm already in my third year of high school, and I'm not allowed to meddle in my own affairs."

This school girl is also the same, even if she does more research to investigate the relationship between Zhou Shiyi and the chairman of the student union.

Really unlucky.