Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

For most people, secret love is very complicated, it is both sour and sweet, and the love buried deep in the heart will make people involuntarily think about it, especially the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Ji Yichuan secretly observed every move of the people around him, no matter how forced he was to remain calm, his heart would feel sore. Although Chen Putao didn't feel disgusted at all, it was the first time that Ji Yichuan spurned his handwriting.

He was a little frustrated, but he still managed to pull himself together, and finished the question through gritted teeth, but only he knew that his ears must be red, and the scorching heat coming from that place was too hot for him to ignore.

"Okay, it's over." Ji Yichuan lowered his eyelids. Although he could guess Chen Putao's expression, he still turned his head awkwardly to avoid Chen Putao's gaze.

Xu Ji Yichuan's expression was really twisted. Chen Putao rested his arms on the table, propped his head on his forearm, looked up at Ji Yichuan with a smile on his head.

"Ji Yichuan?"

"What's the matter?" Ji Yichuan pressed his tongue against his cheeks, and said quietly, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed."

Chen Putao stood up, picked up the pen, rewrote Ji Yichuan's words in the draft book, and said: "Look, this word."

He lightly drew two dotted lines, "It should be in thirds."

Ji Yichuan didn't understand what Chen Putao meant at first, until Chen Putao's series of actions aroused his curiosity, he couldn't help poking his head out, and saw a straight word 'also'.

It was the first time for Chen Putao to write a word so meticulously. The bold and bold handwriting in the past seemed a lot more rigid, and the whole word appeared rigid.

Ji Yichuan has a quick temper. In the past, when he wrote the red on the copybook, he was not thinking about it. He just painted the red and completed the task. The idea of ​​practicing calligraphy has long been thrown out of the sky by him.

The same pen, different fonts, Ji Yichuan stared at Chen Putao's white and delicate right hand, and he was able to remember some font rules that he never thought of before.

As a matter of course, Ji Yichuan took another pen, and followed Chen Putao's meaning, writing down stroke by stroke.

Dude, ugly fonts have turned into a 'can't say it's ugly, but it's ugly' look.

After doing this twice, Chen Putao became anxious, grabbed Ji Yichuan's arm, and covered it with his whole hand, "How can it be written so strangely?" As a warning, he tightened his right hand on Ji Yichuan's hand, "See clearly, it's not that difficult."

This was the first time for Chen Putao to teach writing while holding a human hand, and it was also the first time for Ji Yichuan.

The important points that Chen Putao emphasized in Ji Yichuan's ears were like the gentlest warm wind blowing to Ji Yichuan. He was immersed in his own world in a daze. The soft touch on the right hand has disappeared.

Looking at the series of words on the draft, he curled his lips, feeling depressed in his heart.

"Stop writing?"

Chen Putao shook her head and pointed to the time, "It's almost eleven o'clock, go to bed. I'll teach you the rest later."

Ten twenty-five.

It was time for Chen Putao to sleep normally.

Ji Yichuan hesitated, "Okay, let's sleep first."

Although Chen Putao was sleepy and asked Ji Yichuan for advice, in fact, he had to sleep on two beds.

Ji Yichuan looked at the two beds with dark eyes, not very happy, but he couldn't find any reason to make a quilt disappear out of thin air.

bother.

There was only one small night light turned on in the room. Although he was very sleepy, because Chen Putao rarely slept in the same bed with others, he still endured his sleepiness and chatted with Ji Yichuan for a while.

"Do you go to school when the holidays are over?"

Different from Chen Putao's half-squinted eyes and dragging his voice, Ji Yichuan, as a real night owl, is full of energy now, holding a mobile phone with a serious face.

"Of course." Ji Yichuan turned sideways and moved his phone aside, so that Chen Putao could not see his phone interface. He faced Chen Putao, "I still have to give you a lecture."

Chen Putao smirked twice, yawned, and spoke slowly, "Didn't I also help you practice calligraphy?" He suddenly remembered something, "Remember we agreed before that you will be paid for teaching me to do the questions. ?"

"remember."

The little night light approached Chen Putao, and the slightly bright light was imprinted on half of Chen Putao's face, which was indistinct. He was closing his eyes at this time, because he was sleepy, his mind was not spinning as fast as usual, and he didn't know how he remembered the relationship between the two of them. Agreed.

Chen Putao gave a slow 'ah', "As a reward, I'll teach you how to write, okay?"

The person who was about to fall into a dream suddenly became more energetic, and even his murmur became a little stronger, "How about it?"

"Okay." There's no reason not to eat the meat delivered to your door, Ji Yichuan agreed without hesitation.

The answer was Chen Putao's soft breathing.

Chen Putao fell asleep.

Ji Yichuan yelled 'Chen Putao' twice, but nothing happened. He purposely took a light breath and moved closer. The light was very dim, and he almost had to lean close to his cheek to clearly see Chen Putao's face.

Even in deep sleep, the person in front of him looks extremely gentle, with smooth and comfortable brows, because he is too close, the long eyelashes can be seen clearly, and the heat brought by the breathing from the tip of the nose is all on Ji Yichuan's face.

He couldn't tell where it was, but Ji Yichuan felt that he was itching too much.

He leaned forward, obviously already very close, but he wanted to get closer, he didn't know what to do.

Chen Putao in his sleep didn't know either.

He didn't know that there was a softness that touched his cheek when he was asleep, with deep love and nostalgia.

That night, Ji Yichuan went to bed very late.

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Ji Yichuan had been on his mind since the evening, and he was obviously absent-minded in everything he did. He forgot to wear slippers when he went to the ground in the morning. Chen Putao thought he hadn't woken up, and looked for chopsticks with chopsticks for dinner. Chen Putao thought he was nervous in front of Chen Qin.

Until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Yichuan wrote two math problems in a row, and Chen Putao felt that Ji Yichuan might have been cheated.

"Ji Yichuan, do you remember who I am?"

Ji Yichuan glanced at Chen Putao, "Chen Putao, I'm not stupid yet."

Chen Putao gasped exaggeratedly, "You've been out of your mind all day, I thought you were being impaled by your soul."

Ji Yichuan didn't answer, just shook his head, changed a pen, and re-arranged.

This is very strange, Chen Putao murmured to herself.He had never seen Ji Yichuan like this before.Ji Yichuan's occasional blank stare at him made him even more baffled.

He even wondered if he had said something in his sleep last night that offended him.

And Chen Putao didn't know what Ji Yichuan was thinking until he was about to leave.