Xueba, wake up

"I don't have that kind of habit." Yan Sheng finished drinking the milk in a few sips, got up, threw the box into the trash can, and walked towards the gate.

There was less than a week before the final exam, and when everyone around was nervously reviewing, He Zhonghe ran to the hospital every day.

"You're like a takeaway guy every day." Shi Yujie watched He Zhonghe come in with a bag of food, "The nurse uncle wiped my body yesterday, and it still smells."

"It's okay, I can pretend I don't smell it." He Zhonghe took out a bottle of mints from his bag and stuffed it into Shi Yujie's hand.

"It's mint candy again." Shi Yujie said, "Look at you, mint candy, mint water, nose tonic, and the mint toilet water you sprayed before... He'er, you are a walking gale oil essence ah."

"Aren't you envious that I do this? It's refreshing." He Zhonghe sat down beside him with a smile, took out his phone and flicked casually.

"You don't study?" Shi Yujie counted with his fingers, "There are four days left for the exam, so it's the city's joint exam."

He Zhonghe raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise: "When did you see me review?"

"Old Zheng is absolutely right, it would be a waste to have such a brain in your blue head." Shi Yujie said sadly.

He Zhonghe's excuses for refusing to review were "Let's talk about it in the third year of high school". After all, there is only one year in the third year of high school, even if you cut out the endless mock exams for three rounds of review, the time is almost enough.

But if you do the math now, there are no more integers. It is now July, and there are still eleven months before the college entrance examination.

No matter how foolish He Zhonghe is, he will be like all sophomores in high school. Since June, the question has often popped up in his mind: "Where will I be at this time next year?"

This is a sentence that Lao Zheng often repeats.

Where will you be this time next year?

Occasionally, I also feel a little bit confused. Now I am with my friends, under the eyes of my mother, staying in the familiar environment, and making troubles every now and then.Looks awkward, at best a dishonest high school student.

There are many years to come.Where, how, and with whom, He Zhonghe never thought about these things.

It seems that I can be a teenager forever, a half-grown child forever, and never know whether to celebrate Children's Day or May Fourth Youth Day.

He knew quite a few people of the same age outside of school. Some of them graduated from technical secondary school and opened their own auto repair shops. Some of them were paid by their parents to send them to a private third-party company to hang out. Some of them got married as soon as they reached the age.

When the people around were running forward ignorantly, he stood on the spot like a soft water plant, swaying from one side to another, just staying put.

He Zhonghe has never thought about how long he can live in a comfortable life, but his plan for "this time next year" is indeed blank.

Shi Yujie is right, it's time to calm down and review.

Two days before the end of the period, He Zhonghe didn't go to the hospital anymore. The textbooks for the third subject of humanities and comprehensive studies were brand new. He asked Zhuang Yuan at the back desk to borrow the notes to make up some hastily.

However, after going back, the relationship between He Zhonghe and Yansheng seemed to be back to the beginning. The two of them hardly spoke in class. Occasionally, they communicated, such as "excuse me", "I'll go out for a while", "this is my paper", etc. of.

He Zhonghe wondered if the sissy milk he drank in the hospital that day was a hallucination.

He quickly dismissed the conjecture.

Because he found that Yansheng almost had three boxes of milk a day, never once in the morning, noon and evening, and strictly followed the law of bananas in the morning, mangoes in the afternoon, and strawberries in the evening.

...the reason for the tallness has been found.

The two of them were holding a milk carton and the other was holding mint water, and the other was doing the quizzes and the other was endorsing the book, so they looked quite harmonious.

Yansheng's ears were covered with sterile stickers, and there was a pack of sterile stickers and a bottle of iodophor next to the book stand.

The day before the final entrance exam, He Zhonghe didn't go home to turn on the air conditioner. He had to memorize a lot more things in geography than he had imagined. If he didn't work overtime and read it, geography would definitely be cool.

It was also this noon that he had a quarrel with his mother.

When Du Lanzhen called, He Zhonghe was looking at a map of global climate distribution, and the squeaking fan above his head was disturbing.

"Hello? Mom." He Zhonghe left the classroom while answering the phone.

"He Zhonghe, why didn't you tell me when you didn't come home this noon?" Du Lanzhen's voice was suppressed, and she usually called He Zhonghe by his nickname "He He", and only when she was angry would she call her by her last name.

"How do you know?" He Zhonghe stood by the window in the corridor, blowing the humid hot wind, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I have an exam tomorrow, and I will study in the classroom."

"You lied very poorly." Du Lanzhen's voice became louder and louder, "This is the first time I came back today, and I ran into you not at home, so who knows if you have been home before, how dare I believe you are not Running around outside?"

He Zhonghe heard the voice of Feigou barking from your end of the phone, followed by a "bang", Feigou barked more urgently, but the voice was much weaker.

It is estimated that my mother carried it to the balcony and locked it up.

"Mom," He Zhonghe took a breath, "I really didn't go back today, and I was really reviewing in the classroom."

"Then how do you take the medicine at noon today? Do you know that if you miss a meal for a few days, the effect of the medicine will be weak!" Du Lanzhen growled, getting more and more agitated, "My body just ruins it like this, He Zhonghe, you Who do you want to kill?!"

He Zhonghe was really baffled by Du Lanzhen's evil anger, and he was furious: "Can you speak normally?"

The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds: "Okay, I'm not normal, you see who is normal and recognize whoever is your mother!"

After two beeps, the phone was hung up.

He Zhonghe looked at the call end page inexplicably, his mother's last sentence was childish and annoying.

He took out a pack of mints from his pocket, tore open one and took one in his mouth.

I don't know what it's like in other families, but normal high school students who are about to grow up and don't go home at noon will certainly not make their parents so angry.

He remembered what he had blurted out just now in a fit of anger.

"Can you speak normally?"

I often have this feeling that sometimes my mother is a bit extreme and speaks strangely, but I can't tell what's wrong after thinking about it.

Sickness, yes, just a little sickness, overly sensitive nerves.

After melting a peppermint candy in the corridor, He Zhonghe walked back.

When he returned to the classroom, Yan Sheng had already sat down at some point.

At this time, there was almost no one in the classroom, except for the two of them, there was only one boy lying on the table reading a book.

He Zhonghe stood next to Yansheng, waiting for him to let him in.

After waiting for a while, Yansheng didn't respond. He Zhonghe was still upset about the quarrel with his mother just now. He reached out impatiently to touch Yansheng, but found a small mirror in front of him.

Dare to be a school bully to let go of this smug beauty?

However, the iodophor bottle on his desk was opened, and a few cotton swabs lay on an open paper towel.

He Zhonghe went around to sit at the back table where Zhuang Yuan was, and stretched out his head to watch Yansheng change the sterile stickers.

"Fuck!" He almost fell off the stool, "You are so cruel, how did you do that?"

He Zhonghe only knew that Yansheng had an ear injury before, and he also heard from Shi Yujie that he went to the ENT Department for stitches, but he didn't expect this injury to be so terrifying.

From the middle to the bottom, the entire earlobe of the right ear is open, the opening is not smooth, and there is a little maroon polyp beside the twisted suture.

It cannot be said that the earlobe has a wound, but the entire earlobe is a wound.

"It's okay." Yan Sheng tilted his head to the left, applying iodophor in front of the mirror.

The cotton swab poked down on the earlobe with a strong hand, which made He Zhonghe's heart skip a beat.

"Oh fuck, please let me come." He Zhonghe stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Yan Sheng hesitated for a moment, then took a new cotton swab dipped in iodophor and handed it to him.

He Zhonghe stood up, lay down on Zhuang Yuan's book stand, raised his orchid hand, and carefully took the cotton swab from Yansheng's hand with two fingers.

...but still touched his fingers.

Of course He Zhonghe was open and frank in his heart, but in the end he was also a pure gay who couldn't bend any more, and he still paused almost imperceptibly for such a subtle and small touch with someone he didn't know well.

"Don't move." He pressed Yansheng's ear with one hand, and gently rubbed iodophor on the suture with the other hand, "Tell me if it hurts."

As soon as He Zhonghe said this, he almost wanted to pull out his tongue.

"En." Yan Sheng responded obediently.

The light at noon is very good. Although it is thousands of miles away from the window, but looking at Yansheng from such a close distance, you can find that his skin is good.

There is a small mole under the eyebrow.

The radians on the corners of the eyes are very nice, and they are inner double.

The bridge of the nose is quite high and straight.

Also... quite attractive.

The two were too close, and he tried hard to control his breath so as not to spray Yansheng's face.

While wiping his ears distractedly, Yan Sheng suddenly said, "Have you got bored?"

"Huh?" He Zhonghe was taken aback, and the movements of his hands stopped.

"Take a breath." Yan Sheng twitched his mouth almost invisible, "Am I that scary?"

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe reacted suddenly.

He felt a little hot on his face, straightened up and pointed at Yan Sheng, "Do you want to fight again!"

After cleaning the wound and putting on a new sterile patch, the two returned to their usual state of getting along.

Drinking milk brush questions.

Drink mint water to carry the map.

He Zhonghe felt that he was the one who cleaned his wounds and changed his medicine, and Yan Sheng also made fun of him, so the relationship should be closer... closer, at least when he is free and has nothing to do. It is still possible to chat for a few words.

But Yansheng is like a big pod that will heal itself.When you cut it open, he will let you take a look inside, and after you finish this glance, he will immediately close it again.

I think He Zhonghe and Shi Yujie didn't have any trouble hooking up at the beginning, the two hit it off after reading each other's blank papers, from junior high school to now.

So it is said that friends are hard to come by, and if they don't get along, they don't get along.

He Zhonghe turned his head and glanced at the big pod, which was quickly brushing up multiple choice questions.

It is estimated that when Old Zheng separates the two, He Zhonghe will never have any interaction with Yansheng again in his life.