why are you forcing me to study

chemistry class.

Before the class bell rang, Gu Yanhong stepped onto the podium in high heels.Among the teachers of each subject, Gu Yanhong was the most murderous. Everyone was afraid of her, so they immediately fell silent when they saw her enter the classroom.

In addition to the teacher's book, everyone noticed that she was holding a red certificate in her hand.

Gu Yanhong: "This one was just delivered to me. Shan Yunche won the first prize certificate in the National Olympic Chemistry Competition in his first year of high school. We applaud and encourage him!"

You must know that Class [-] is just an ordinary class, and most of the level is still at the level of whether you can pass the exam smoothly. You can only be afraid of such things as science competitions, and you can't even think about it.

Even in Oreo classes like Class [-] and Class [-] upstairs, there are very few people who can participate in the competition, because if you want to strive for the top [-] in the grade, you can't be too distracted.

Although Shan Yunche only transferred to Class [-], this certificate made Gu Yanhong really look good in the chemistry office.

"Fuck, God is so awesome."

"Olympic Chemistry Competition, what a concept."

"I heard that the great master won the first place in the city in the final exam after the competition. What level is this! I cried!"

"Fuck, to be honest, before I met the real person, I always thought he should be uglier than Xu Yuan, but he turned out to be like this. God is not fair, I hate it!"

"Hey, Lin Jun, what are you talking about? What do you mean being uglier than me? How dare you call me that ugly?"

Shan Yunche took the certificate back to his seat amidst the applause and exclamation of the students.

Xu Yuan turned his head enviously, and drooled like he had never seen the world before, "God Shan, how can you be so perfect! I feel like I'm about to fall in love with you."

He Qing turned his head and turned his pen, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the red certificate in Shan Yunche's hand, "Tch, what's so great..."

He didn't like this chemistry teacher in the first place, and this woman liked the little boy so much, so he didn't want to take chemistry class anymore, so he just threw the chemistry textbook into the belly of the table and read the comic book on the table openly. .

Everyone else bowed their heads to review the equations, and the more he looked at it, the more vigorous he became, and the more he looked at it, the more presumptuous he became.

It was hard not to catch Gu Yanhong's attention with the colorful cover of the manga.

When He Qinghui came to his senses, the woman stood in front of his desk, accompanied by the pungent smell of perfume.

"He Qinghui, let me tell you, you can learn if you don't want to, but don't affect others."

He Qinghui raised his head to meet her sharp gaze, "Then teacher, tell me, who does my reading of comic books affect? ​​Oh, I see, you mean to say I'm at the same table?"

"He Qinghui, I really don't understand. Take a look at your deskmate and learn from others. What else do you have besides this face? Why, you plan to rely on your face for food in the future?"

The air pressure in the classroom has almost dropped to its lowest point.

A few words ignited all the anger accumulated in He Qinghui's heart like a wire.

He stood up suddenly from his seat, and the stool fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The students nearby were all trembled by the sound.

The boy's voice suddenly became cold: "Teacher, I don't need to worry about what I will rely on for food in the future. Anyway, I, a 'bad guy', don't want to sit here and affect your 'good student'."

As he spoke, he picked up his school uniform jacket and shouldered it, kicked the upside-down chair, and was about to go out through the back door.

"He Qing is back."

He frowned, glanced sideways at Shan Yunche's hand that was holding him, and then flung it away.

The back door was shut with a bang.

Xu Yuan whispered for He Qinghui: "It's too much, why is Teacher Gu Yanhong holding on to brother Hui? Reading comic books didn't affect her class, let alone influence the master, forcing people away every time. She is happy. I feel sorry for Brother Hui."

The front desk also said angrily: "That's right, what did you say that Brother Hui has nothing but a face, obviously he is good at everything except his poor studies!"

"teacher."

When looking at Shan Yunche, Gu Yanhong's brows suddenly relaxed, and her voice became much softer, "What's wrong?"

"He Qinghui didn't affect me."

"……what?"

"I said, He Qinghui didn't affect me. Also," he stood up, "you don't have to worry about him from now on, teacher. You don't have to worry about classes, homework, and exams."

"Uh...you..." Gu Yanhong was a little confused.

Shan Yunche continued: "Leave his chemistry to me."

Escaped from Gu Yanhong's chemistry class again.

This time He Qinghui didn't hang around in the corridor of the teaching building, but went to the playground—the place that could really accommodate him.

After running ten laps around the track alone, he lay down on the fake lawn and gasped for breath.

The blue sky filled the field of vision.

The warm wind blows over the sticky and greasy skin, bringing a trace of coolness.

The young man closed his eyes lightly, his thoughts drifted away to more distant memories, and many faces changed in turn like phantoms in his mind.

"Brother Hui, you are so strong, you know how difficult this final question is, teach me."

"He Qinghui, with your grades, you are guaranteed to be admitted to Boying."

"Perform well in the senior high school entrance examination, and the teachers believe in you."

"Tell me Brother Hui, how did you manage to stay in the top ten of your grade?"

"Where's Dad?"

"Xiaohui, mom is sorry for you..."

"why did not you tell me?!"

……

So what if you study well.

So what if the teacher likes it.

Even if you are admitted to a good university, so what.

Life is so boring that you can see it to the end at a glance.

He was just a kid nobody cared about.

In this world, he is still the only one.

It's better to continue to be happy.

Who should I study for?

Now he's pretty sure of one thing—

He didn't like his deskmate, very much.

And non, often, no, think, and, him, sitting, same, table.

This idea fermented rapidly, and then filled all the brain cells.

[Big Shuai]: Crazy, are you there?

[Madman]: Here you go.

[Big Shuai]: Are there any extra medical masks?

[Madman]: Yes, my mother from the hospital put a lot of them in my schoolbag, do you need them?

[Dashuai forced]: OK, I will meet you at the cafeteria at noon, one is enough, thanks.

At noon, He Qinghui went back to the dormitory to sleep after eating, while Shan Yunche usually stayed in the classroom with other international students for self-study in the morning, and squinted on the desk for a while when he was sleepy.

This afternoon, after the class bell rang for a long time, He Qinghui slipped in through the back door, his face tightly covered by a blue mask, coughing while pulling away his chair.

"what happened to you?"

He Qinghui coughed twice again, waved his hand and said, "No...it's nothing, just, I seem to...have some kind of infectious disease."

"Infectious disease?" Shan Yunche frowned beautifully, "Didn't he be fine this morning?"

"I, I don't know... This disease may have a sudden onset, cough, cough, I checked on the Internet, and people within ten meters of me are very dangerous, so, cough..."

"Oh?"

"So, it's better for you to stay away from me. After class, you can move the table away. I don't want to hurt you."

Shan Yunche pondered for a moment, and a smile slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, "It's okay, you can infect me, I'm not afraid."

He Qing replied: "???"

Shan Yunche bowed his waist, put his arms folded on the table, then turned his head to look at him, "Take it off, isn't the mask boring?"

Got it, the kid didn't believe him at all.

No, it's necessary to pretend to be the end of it, so He Qinghui coughed again, and almost really got himself a pharyngitis.

"Really uncomfortable?"

He Qinghui felt that he had already suffered a nervous breakdown from coughing, and nodded his head indiscriminately, with a few drops of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Without saying a word, Shan Yunche immediately put down his playful attitude, and stood up abruptly from his seat, "Teacher."

Pan Zhongsheng was speaking passionately about a beautiful math problem, but was suddenly interrupted by Shan Yunche, "Student Shan, what's wrong?"

He bent down and took He Qinghui's hand.

"Hey, what are you doing??"

"He Qinghui is not feeling well, I will take him to the infirmary to have a look."

"Ah? He..." Before Pan Zhongsheng could express his condolences, he pulled He Qinghui out.

Obviously, the sentence just now was just to inform Pan Zhongsheng that there was no intention of discussing it.

The strength in Shan Yunche's hand was so heavy that he almost encircled He Qinghui's fingers in his palm.

"Hey, Shan, there's something wrong with you, let me go! Who told you to take me to the infirmary?"

He Qinghui was dragged forward quickly by him, there was almost no room for struggle.

The original intention was to let this person "get out of trouble". Who knew that things would turn out in such a strange way?

It can't be done, the little boy is serious, he can't pretend anymore, it's time for a showdown.

"I told you I'm not sick, it's all just pretending!"

"Do you hear me, let me go!"

"Shan Yunche!"

Hearing He Qing calling his name back, Shan Yunche finally stopped in his tracks.

He Qing stared back at the back of his head.

Shan Yunche turned around slowly, and did not let go of his hand, but tightened it little by little, "You just, want to get rid of me that much?"

A pair of beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed a bit.

He Qinghui blinked and froze on the spot.

Originally, I wanted to take advantage of the situation and say something stinging, but when I met his gaze, my heart softened inexplicably, and my strong tone dropped, "I... I said it a long time ago, I don't want to sit with you Table. Get acquainted, and stay away from me."

As soon as the words fell, she turned her face away from looking at him.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

During these few seconds, He Qinghui's mood was mixed.

...Really, why did you show a very hurt expression just now, as if he was the big sinner.

Although I hated him, but he brought him breakfast and tidied his desk, no matter what, I owed him a favor. I just said that... Would it be too much?

Hey, who cares, how can the water splashed out when you say it not be tougher to achieve the effect.Should... You won't get hurt because of his words, right?

Shan Yunche let go of He Qinghui, walked softly to his side, and left a whisper in his ear.

"Sorry, I don't know people."

He Qinghui's brain exploded with a "buzz".