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"You go." "You go, I tend to be shy." "I'm also a high school girl who can blush, okay?" .”

Before they could finish discussing, a car stopped in front of the boy, the door opened and closed, and he ruthlessly took them a long look at his brother who had lived for thousands of years and ran away.

Yancheng English is notoriously difficult. Students who have completed the college entrance examination can directly win CET-[-], and those who are smarter can also beat CET-[-]. Even if you are a top student, you have to use your spare time to compete with Shakespeare.

The boy stood there with the white headphone cable hanging down and neatly gathered into his pocket. His neck was long and slender, and the two buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a clear collarbone.

"..."

Chi Yue is not fierce.

Chi Yue himself didn't dare to say that.

It was the rush hour for get off work and school, and there was a lot of traffic on the street, and there were many people waiting at the station. The voices of low voices merged together, like floating dust wandering in the city, slightly noisy.

Lin Xi put on a single earphone, just in time, Uncle Yan, the driver at home, sent him a voice message, saying that unfortunately he was stuck in the road and it would take about 15 minutes to get to the station.

He snapped back a lot, waited for a long time and didn't see a reply, he knew it was because the ruthless father on the opposite side didn't read the news again.

Lin Xi has no interest in chatting, and most of the messages sent to him will not be answered unless necessary, and a few words occasionally are like a gift. Therefore, Ke Zheng feels that there is no need for their class to be divided into two groups. Group chat history.

Ke Zheng looked at this understated reply, and fell into deep thought, whether it was his eyes that had problems, or Lin Xi's understanding of the word "fierce" was wrong.

Lin Qi replied that it's okay, telling him not to worry, and then clicked on the music app to listen to the boring English.

Lin Xi opened his eyes, put the pillow in his arms aside, and got out of the car.

He stood in the yard, looked at the lights in the kitchen, and asked casually, "Uncle Yan, who made dinner today?"

"Hey, let you not seize the opportunity, now the little brother is really flying."

"Which school is he from?"

"We haven't seen it in school, it should be from the Ming Dynasty."

In the evening rush hour, there are many people on the road, desperate red light runners and violent drivers suffering from road rage will greet each other fiercely and kindly on the street from time to time. As a 20-year old driver, Uncle Yan has already cultivated With a calm mind, he walked through the streets and alleys without rushing. When the car was parked firmly in the yard, the sky darkened a little.

"Xiaoqi, get out of the car." Uncle Yan said softly.

"it is good."

Uncle Yan faltered: "Ah, this..."

Lin Xi had an epiphany and slowly opened the door.

Before entering the door, Ms. Tang's brisk voice came over: "Xiao Qi is back, wash your hands quickly, come and taste the seafood soup that mom specially made for you!"

"Oh." After many years of training, Lin Qi has already developed the calmness of Mount Tai collapsed in front of his eyes without changing his face. However, when he really saw the seafood soup that was mixed with unknown things and exuded a strange smell, his mind was still the same. Put up a capitalized refusal.

He slowly raised the spoon: "..."

Can't do it.

"Try it quickly." Ms. Tang sat opposite him, holding her chin, her eyes filled with deep maternal love.

Lin Qi said calmly, "Mom, I have an exam tomorrow, so I'll study first."

"Huh? Why are you taking the exam again?" Ms. Tang was indeed distracted, and said unhappily, "There are so many exams all day long. I will call the school now and ask why they give the students So much pressure."

Ms. Tang Ruowei is a real silly white sweet who grew up in a pile of gold and silver. She is also an artist who doesn't hear anything outside the window and only concentrates on painting at home. The hard-working seafood soup has been classified by her son into the category of biochemical weapons, the kind that can soar up immediately after taking a sip.

"No, it's not a lot of pressure."

While talking, Lin Xingyu came down from the stairs. After not walking a few steps, he saw the things on the dining table, and then slowly turned and went upstairs: "I remembered, I still have a meeting, you guys eat first."

Tang Ruowei: "No, come down for dinner."

"This will be very important, and it will affect the life and death of our company."

"If you don't come down, it will affect the life and death of our family."

Lin Xingyu: "..."

While Ms. Tang went to the kitchen to get some desserts, Lin Xingyu knocked on the edge of the soup bowl, and said to Lin Qi seriously: "See, your mother's stewing skills are just like this, you must study hard, otherwise I won’t be able to earn enough money to go to the hospital in the future.”

Lin Xi didn't answer. When he saw Ms. Tang who was about to come back, he blinked his eyelids and pushed the bowl in front of his father without any haste: "Dad, if you like soup, you can drink more. I don't like this bowl." for you."

Lin Xingyu: "?"

Objectively speaking, Ms. Tang's culinary skills are not so terrible that it makes people frightened. She is still cooking at a normal level, but she especially likes to stew messy and nourishing soup. As long as you don't drink the soup, the meal is still there. The food safety index is within the line.

Returning to the room after dinner, Lin Xi went to take a shower first.

When he came out of the shower, his phone almost exploded.

He roughly flipped through the row of messages in the penguin list, all asking why he and Chi Yue rode in the same car, what the hell were they doing, and whether they were going to fight to the death.

Lin Xi didn't return, he turned his phone upside down on the table, and didn't bother to blow-dry his hair after it was half-dried, so he fell directly onto the bed.

Chi Yue was also in the same situation as him.

Although few people would dare to frantically harass his mobile phone due to his reputation as a school bully, but Qiao Yu alone is enough to be worth thousands of troops.

Chi Yue knew it must be nonsense without even looking at it. He threw the phone aside, found out the Chinese and English that he had forgotten after a summer vacation, glanced at it, and closed the book.

Review Chinese, from beginning to giving up.

just,

Thinking of who he was at the same table now, he turned the pages of the book again with difficulty.

He is really poor in liberal arts, he has no patience to memorize books, he has been distorted by his mother since he was a child, and his composition is so bad that every Chinese teacher who has taught him will doubt life.

If he and Lin Xi were not in the same class, it would be a bad thing, anyway, he was used to it.

But he happens to be in the same class as Lin Xi.

Early the next morning, the class was filled with a tense atmosphere that was completely different from yesterday's relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

The exam is not that serious, so there is no need to row the exam room, just keep a distance in the classroom, turn the table belly upside down, and arrange the class teacher to invigilate the exam at the same time.

Time is also tight, and the exam will be over in one day.

"This exam is just to check your summer review status. There is no ranking, and you won't call your parents if you do poorly in the exam. Students take the exam, do your best, and don't plagiarize."

Lin Qi's position is against the wall, and Chi Yue can only move the table outside to pull the distance.

He looked at the boy who was packing stationery and thought for a while.

They are all at the same table now, so there is no need to be as tense as before. What's more, the reason why Chi Yue persisted in opposing him is mainly because of him.

After thinking about it, he took the initiative to send a peace signal of a truce to Chi Yue.

"Chi Yue."

Chi Yue pretended not to hear, and didn't stop turning the pen.

Lin Xi called out again: "Chi Yue."

Only then did Chi Yue turn his face away, with a cold expression, "?"

Noticing his reddish eyes, Lin Xi paused, and asked considerately, "Why are your eyes so red?"

"..." Chi Yue seemed to have been touched by some reverse scale, suppressed his voice, and replied impatiently: "It's none of your business."

Not fierce?

"Tomorrow..."

The girls turned their heads and looked in the direction of Mingshi Middle School. The station was still some distance away from Mingshi. Looking at it this way, they could only see the pointed tower top of Mingshi Auditorium and the white bird resting on the top, fluttering its wings.

There were several girls from other schools at the station. After seeing him, they crowded together excitedly, discussing which pioneer to take the heroic step of exploration, and asked for a contact information of this incredible little brother.