There is a price to be paid for cheating food and drinking

Qi Yu slept drowsily that night, and woke up at six o'clock the next day.The first class starts at [-]:[-], which is still early.Qi Yu stretched, covered Feng Jiayang who was sleeping beside him and was about to take off, and tiptoed out of bed.

When he came out of the bathroom after washing, Qi Huan from the other room also opened the door and came out.

Qi Yu looked a little surprised at Qi Huan who was dressed neatly, and he spoke first: "Why do you wake up so early?"

Qi Huan was still a little sleepy, he yawned, and replied helplessly: "Mom just gave me a one-night leave. If I don't rush back to class early in the morning, next month's pocket money will be gone."

Qi Yu nodded, "Then leave after dinner?"

"Don't eat, let's buy some on the way later." Qi Huan was about to go to the bathroom to flush his face, when he suddenly thought of something, he stopped, stared at Qi Yu's back and called: "Brother."

Qi Yu turned to meet his gaze, and when he was about to ask something, he heard Qi Huan seriously say to himself: "In the future, if you are tired from studying, you should rest more, don't force yourself too much."

Qi Yu was amused, this really sounded like this little bastard who didn't study well would say it.

Seeing that his brother didn't take it seriously, Qi Huan emphasized it again, "A company as big as my parents will have to give us two in the future. Even if you worry about not having your share, then I can't leave you alone."

The more Qi Huan was talking, the more outrageous he was, Qi Yu gave a "tsk" in his heart, put away his smile, and his expression gradually became serious. He felt that he had an obligation to pull this little brat back from the path of wrong thinking, so he stretched out his hand and patted Qi Huan. He raised his forehead, and educated him: "I'll talk about the future, you can do whatever age you are now, study hard, you know?"

"Understood," Qi Huan muttered aggrievedly, and retorted in a low voice, "Aren't I worried about you?"

Qi Yu's heart softened all of a sudden, he rubbed Qi Huan's hair, and smiled at him with a good temper: "Take care of yourself, I have nothing to worry about."

Qi Huan was very frank: "I'm worried that you're under a lot of pressure."

"I'm not under pressure." Qi Yu didn't know where he gave him this illusion, so he had no choice but to respond to him.

Qi Huan glanced at his brother, hesitating whether to say it or not, he struggled for a long time, and finally asked: "Then why did you say over and over again last night that you should study hard and make progress every day, and you are counting while you are talking, how many times are you?" Said fifty..."

Qi Yu's face darkened in an instant, he felt his heart throbbing slightly, painful and stuffy, before Qi Huan could finish speaking, he quickly pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Brother?" Qi Huan's voice came from the bathroom.

Qi Yu gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "Brother what, hurry up and wash your face, and let me go after washing."

Feng Jiayang sat in the classroom and had been stunned for more than 20 minutes. He heard the teacher's voice buzzing in his ears. He could understand every step, but he couldn't understand each step together.

The students in the back row of the classroom were almost exhausted. Feng Jiayang tried his best to listen carefully, but he always thought of Qi Yu inadvertently.

He frowned slightly, turned his attention to the blackboard again, and met Zhang Quan's eyes on the podium.

Zhang Quan habitually lowered his glasses, pinched his waist with one hand, and pointed at Feng Jiayang with the other finger holding the paper, "Feng Jiayang, what would you choose for question No.19?"

Feng Jiayang stood up helplessly, he was used to being called by Zhang Quan to answer questions in class, since he got good grades in the monthly exam last time, Zhang Quan didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, he always felt that Feng Jiayang was a child to be taught, and he was about to be punished. Get on the right track of learning.

Feng Jiayang looked down at the test paper. He chose B for the nineteenth question, but Qi Yu had already corrected it for him with a red pen, and the answer was C.

"Pick B." He replied.

Zhang Quan stared at the paper and nodded heavily, then glanced at the other students in the class, and asked, "Is there any student whose answer is different from his."

Everyone also understood Zhang Quan's routine, so asking this meant that Feng Jiayang's answer was wrong, and then a few sparse voices came from below, some said to choose A, and some said to choose C.

"It seems that this question is difficult," she raised her head and said to Feng Jiayang, "You should sit down first."

Zhang Quan continued to explain the question, but Feng Jiayang couldn't listen to it. Finally, he took out his mobile phone irritably, clicked on the WeChat chat interface with Qi Yu, entered and deleted, deleted and entered again, and finally left a simple sentence after struggling for a long time: Let's go out to eat tonight.

Feng Jiayang stared at the interface for a while, guessing that the good student was in class, and just about to put away his phone, a message from Qi Yu popped up.

--it is good.

Feng Jiayang licked his back molars, and cursed in his heart: You son of a bitch is playing with your phone while in class.

After the agreement was made, neither of the two took the initiative to contact the other. Feng Jiayang had to go downstairs to eat at noon and was bored in the classroom all day. Qi Yu wanted to send a few messages during the period, but thought they would meet after school, so he decisively gave up.

After school, the two took a taxi and went to the mall where they watched a movie last time.

Feng Jiayang spoke very little along the way, Qi Yu sensed something was wrong, he glanced at the rear mirror and saw that the driver was concentrating on driving, so he reached out and patted Feng Jiayang's leg, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jiayang raised his eyes to look at him, and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "What's wrong?"

Qi Yu said it very bluntly: "I feel that you are not in a good mood."

Feng Jiayang smiled: "No."

"Why do you suddenly want to go out to eat today?" Seeing that Feng Jiayang was unwilling to talk, Qi Yu changed the subject and continued to ask.

But this time Feng Jiayang didn't even answer, he just stretched out his hand and rubbed Qi Yu's head until the car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall, then retracted his hand and took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, and opened the door to get out of the car.

Qi Yu was turned away, he looked at Feng Jiayang's attitude, and suddenly panicked inexplicably, always feeling that his boyfriend had something to hide from him.

He followed Feng Jiayang silently, and walked around the fourth floor for a long time. Finally, Feng Jiayang broke the weird silence between the two: "Qi Yu, do you want to eat?"

Qi Yu glanced around and shook his head, there really wasn't anything he particularly wanted to eat.

Feng Jiayang showed no expression, and took two steps before turning his head to look at Qi Yu, perhaps realizing that he was not in a good mood, he smiled a bit, his attitude softened, and asked him gently and seriously: "Is there anything?" Is there anything you don't want to eat?"

"No, Brother Jia, you decide." Qi Yu said.

Feng Jiayang's heart was like a pot of boiling hot oil, seemingly calm, but as soon as a drop of water broke into it, it would explode instantly.Facing the person in front of him, he changed his phrase and asked, "Then is there anything you can't eat?"

Qi Yu froze, feeling flustered again, but he shook his head after thinking for a long time, and replied: "No."

Hearing this, Feng Jiayang's expression gradually turned serious, and he put away his smile. It was only now that he realized that he seemed to have never seriously understood Qi Yu.

Qi Yu didn't understand his thoughts, so he could only grab Feng Jiayang's arm and asked him worriedly: "Brother Jia, what's wrong with you today?"

Feng Jiayang gently shook off Qi Yu's hand, then sighed, "It's okay, let's go eat."

Qi Yu was stunned, the disappointment flashed across his face and was fleeting, he asked with a smile: "Then do you want to eat?"

Feng Jiayang glanced at him, nodded, and suggested in a casual yet serious tone: "I suddenly want to eat fish. There is a restaurant that tastes delicious grilled fish. What do you think?"

Qi Yu's heart sank, he opened his eyes slightly, Feng Jiayang said he wanted to eat fish, but it was fish.He fell into confusion, struggling helplessly in the swamp of the abyss, sinking endlessly, without a straw to save his life, until he saw Feng Jiayang standing on the shore.

Qi Yu came back to his senses, nodded stiffly and dumbly, "Okay."