his little candy

After the physical education class, Song Guo was sore all over, especially her legs could not exert any strength.

When it was time for dinner, Song Guo was too lazy to move, lying on the table, doing biology test papers.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the self-study class in the afternoon, Su Ruan stood up with a bang, took out the meal card from the pencil case, and walked out from behind Song Guo's seat, "Xiao Guoguo, you really don't want to eat?"

Song Guo closed her eyes and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to go."

Su Ruan looked in admiration at Song Guo's ability to circle the answer on the test paper with her eyes closed, and sighed secretly in her heart.

Sure enough, a top student is a top student!Even with your eyes closed, you can do better than them in the scumbag test!

"Then would you like me to buy you something to eat?"

Song Guo shook his head, leaned on one arm, squinted his eyes lazily, and wrote "receptor" softly on the horizontal line of the answer.

"No need, I'm not hungry." He is now in a period of sleepiness after strenuous exercise, and he has no appetite to eat.

"Okay then." Su Ruan ran out with lightning speed, crossed the corridor like a bamboo, and joined the food grabbing army of landslides and landslides.

An hour into the dinner time, Song Guo did two simulation questions on the biology test paper, and when Su Ruan came to the classroom during the self-study time last night, he also started to be hungry.

Song Guo wanted to go to the canteen to buy food, but the bell rang for class, so she had to give up.

Tonight's self-study is mathematics. The teacher explained the exercise book on it. In the first class, his stomach started to growl.

Hearing the sound, Su Ruan turned her head and saw Song Guo clutching her stomach and mouthing: "Little Guoguo, are you hungry?" Glancing at the math teacher wearing glasses, he took out a crumpled taxi from the drawer. Li Jia sneakily stuffed it into Song Guo's hand from under the table, "Eat."

Song Guo held the Snickers bar in his hand, looked up at the math teacher, and wanted to open it, but when he touched it with one hand, there was a slight movement. He was afraid of being discovered by the teacher, so he quickly put it into the table frame, and turned towards Su Ruan. shook his head.

Seeing this, Su Ruan leaned over while the teacher was writing on the blackboard, took out the Snickers bar from the table frame, tore it softly, and handed it to Song Guo.

Su Ruan made a mouthful: "It won't be discovered, eat it."

Song Guo clutched her stomach, unable to resist the hunger, she still took it, and every time the teacher was writing on the blackboard, she lowered her head and took a bite.

A piece of Snickers bar, but quietly finished eating.

But Song Guo was still hungry.

Finally, when the get out of class was over, Song Guo planned to go out to buy food, but the bell rang for a full 5 minutes, and the math teacher was still lecturing, and she dragged it until the next class was only 1 minute away, saying that the class would not be over, and continued to teach.

On an autumn night, the twilight outside the window is dim, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are falling with the cold wind.

The lights in the teaching building were turned on, and moths began to flutter on the lamp tubes, and occasionally a few flew past the milky white walls and stayed on the table.

Song Guo clutched her stomach, her hungry throat felt sour, she looked at the idea of ​​solving the problem proposed by the math teacher, calculated on the draft paper with one hand, and swiped away moths with the pen from time to time.

Su Ruan next to her leaned her neck and looked at the podium, squinting, nodding from time to time, and seemed to be agreeing with the teacher's idea of ​​solving the problem. In fact, she was already dreaming of Duke Zhou.

Song Guo turned her head and found that Su Ruan was dozing off, and was about to remind her, when she heard the students behind her laugh out loud.

The laughter made Su Ruan wake up, and muttered in a low voice.

"sleepy."

Su Ruan clutched her stomach: "I'm so hungry."

The laughter also caught the teacher's attention, and the math teacher called out to the students behind, "Why are you laughing in class?"

The classmate stood up and pointed to Su Ruan in front of him: "Teacher, Su Ruan dozed off in class."

The math teacher glared at Su Ruan, "Stand up and listen to the class."

Su Ruan stood up in a muffled voice, and the math teacher waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, sit down, it will actually affect the students behind to listen to the class."

Su Ruan sat down and muttered: "Childish, I'm too old to sue!"

The math evening self-study is very long, the math teacher dragged it until 11 o'clock in the evening, if the dormitory hadn't been closed at 30:[-], he could have dragged it until [-] o'clock.

Su Ruan was so sleepy that she spent the night in a dream. She didn't know what the teacher said. After class, she dragged Song Guo back to the dormitory to sleep.

Song Guo was so hungry that she had to go to the commissary.

It's already eleven o'clock, the canteen is still closed, and there are still students who come to buy snacks one after another.

Song Guo squeezed into the counter, "Meat floss bread, an orange-flavored lollipop, and another cup..."

He looked at the milk tea displayed on the snack shelf, and before he could say anything, two arms stretched out from both sides of his body, he was surrounded by people, the familiar smell swept over him, and fresh and warm breath sprinkled on his cochlea , a numbness, the back suddenly tense, only to hear the clear voice of the young man behind him.

"A bag of pineapple cakes."

The salesperson was a soft girl with big breasts, her figure-eight bangs seemed to have been combed by herself, and she was a bit gentle. She took the pineapple cake from the shelf and handed it to Han Che, and looked at Han Che with a smile, "Handsome, what do you want?"

"Hmm..." Han Che still propped his hands on both sides of Song Guo, and when he was looking at the food on the shelf in front of him, he moved a little closer, completely wrapping a small Song Guo around his chest, wearing only thin clothes in autumn. T-shirt and school uniform jacket, Song Guo's back directly touched the boy's chest, it was very warm, so warm that he inexplicably felt that this autumn was colder than usual.

"One more... vanilla flavored milk tea."

Song Guo watched the only cup of vanilla-flavored milk tea being taken away from the shelf, feeling a little disappointed in his eyes.

However, as if the young man behind him didn't notice him, he circled around him until after paying the money, Song Guo was relieved when he saw that he was finally leaving from the corner of his eye.

He kept his head down, so Han Che probably didn't notice him.

Song Guo suppressed the stiffness all over her body, and didn't even dare to make a sound for her heartbeat. When Song Guo finally pulled away from the warmth behind her, she moved a little.

Song Guo stayed at the counter, glanced back and forth, there was no vanilla flavored milk tea, he really didn't know what hot drink to drink.

At this time, the milk tea shop has long been closed, and I can only buy instant milk tea bags.

"Student, what do you want to eat?" the salesperson asked with a glance at him.

Song Guo frowned and muttered softly, "Meat floss bread, orange-flavored lollipops."

After buying snacks, Song Guo speeded up and walked towards the dormitory building. After leaving the teaching building area and passing through the artificial lake in Qinyuan, a person was waiting at the entrance of the dormitory building.

Warm white lighting was projected down. The figure of the man was slender and a little far away. Under the backlight, only a vague outline could be seen.

But there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, spreading from the bottom of his heart, as if his heartstrings had been touched, and his heartbeat was inexplicably disordered.

After a pause, he continued to walk forward.

The cold wind in late autumn is biting, especially in the middle of the night, the cold wind cut across the face like ice blades, and rushed into the neck, Song Guo couldn't help shivering.

There is only one staircase at the entrance of this road. Song Guo stepped forward and finally saw the boy standing there clearly.

The boy was still wearing the thin school uniform just now, and his figure in the cold wind was tall and tough, like a sculpture engraved in the shadows and streamers, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, looking at him silently.

Song Guo didn't approach, but went straight over, and was about to enter the dormitory building. As soon as she stepped up the stairs, she turned her head and looked at Han Che, her lips moved slightly, and said in a whisper, "Are you...waiting for me?" There was some doubt in his tone.

Han Che frowned, walked over, looked at the little rabbit's blank eyes under the dim light, sighed, took Song Guo's hand, and put the milk tea cup covered by the palm of his sleeve into his palm.

The young man's fingers were icy cold, and the moment he touched them, Song Guo flinched subconsciously.

He looked puzzled at the cup of milk tea in his hand, it was still warm. Although he didn't understand why Han Che gave him milk tea, a warm current suddenly felt in his heart, and it spread to every inch of his body.

Silent, silent.

The sound of the lights-off bell broke the silence.

Han Che looked at his little rabbit and asked softly, "Are your legs still sore?"

Song Guo's face turned red suddenly, and his legs shook involuntarily. He shook his head, "No, I almost recovered in one night."

"Good night, go back to sleep." Han Che reached out to want Song Guo's soft hair, but he had stood outside for a long time, and the temperature on his hands was also very cold. He was afraid of his coldness, and when he touched the soft little rabbit, he would Withdrew his hand.

Song Guo raised his head and followed the curve of the young man's green jaw until he reached the stiff handsome face blown by the cold wind, "Aren't you going back to the dormitory?"

"I'll wait for you to go in first." Han Che smiled slightly and looked at him quietly.

Song Guo returned to the dormitory, lying on the bed, still holding the milk tea cup foolishly.

The milk tea was brewed, and he took a sip. It was sweet and sweet, and the temperature was just right. After drinking it, his body felt warm.

Why did Han Che give him milk tea?

The image of Jiang Tu and Gu Zheng being intimate at the entrance of the corridor suddenly appeared in Song Guo's mind. Could it be that brothers can do that?

Han Che wants to be his brother?

Song Guo tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, her mind was in a mess. Finally, she turned on her phone, clicked on WeChat, looked at the familiar profile picture, and clicked in.

"good evening"

After he pressed the button, he tucked into the bed, afraid of replying, but also afraid of not replying, inexplicable thoughts lingering in his mind.

However, in less than half a second, the voice of the WeChat notification sounded, which was very clear in the quiet dormitory with lights off. Song Guo's heart beat violently, and she quickly took out her phone and turned off the volume.

Hiding under the quilt, I clicked on WeChat, and when I saw the message from the familiar avatar just as I was expecting, my heart suddenly felt warm.

Han Che: "Still asleep?"

Song Guo clicked a bunch of times, and then undone. He was so nervous that he couldn't organize his words, and the dialog box kept flashing messages.

"what happened?"

"Can't sleep?"

"Cold?"

Song Guo had just warmed her brain with a cup of milk tea, but she didn't find any clues, her heart seemed to be soaked in honey, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised to send out a message.

"guess who I am?"

Song Guo only saw the flashing "The other party is typing..." sign, and finally replied after half a minute.

"do not know."

"who are you?"

Song Guo let out a muffled laugh, but didn't dare to make a loud noise, for fear of disturbing her roommate, so she couldn't stop laughing with her lips pursed, and typed a bunch of messages to send.

"I am your challenger!"

The author has something to say: Song Guo: We are socialist brotherhood!

Han Che: I really want to sleep with you, you treat me like a brother?