why are you forcing me to study

Xu Yuan: "Brother Hui? Brother Hui? Are you okay? What did the doctor say? What's wrong? Is it serious?"

He Qing replied: "You fucking... shut up."

At this time, He Qinghui was sitting on the seat with his head covered in black lines, thinking about life, while Shan Yunche was still flipping through the textbook as if nothing had happened.

Xu Yuan's gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them.

But one thing is certain, the two ranks, one bronze and one king.

As soon as the Chinese teacher left, Pan Zhongsheng entered the class with the textbooks in his hands and the iconic toad thermos in his hand.

"What's going on, isn't this a self-study class? Why is Lao Pan here? You don't want to occupy the class, do you?!"

"I bet there's something big to announce."

Pan Zhongsheng coughed lightly, and each face raised up.

"Students, it's been a while since we started the second year of high school. I don't know if you have adapted to our teaching rhythm. I can also see that everyone is still very serious. There are often students who come to the fourth floor to ask me questions. Here we focus on praising Qin Students Mo, Lu Wenye and others. I encourage everyone to learn from them. Although our class is not a so-called good class, the teacher believes that as long as you are motivated and want to learn, you will definitely be no worse than them!"

He Qing's ears callused when he heard such words.

After talking a lot, everyone gradually felt bored and started secretly doing their homework.

Pan Zhongsheng paused, then raised his voice and continued: "Students, here comes the important point! In order to test everyone's summer vacation and learning achievements since the beginning of the semester, the grade group will arrange a preliminary examination for the beginning of the semester!"

all the classmates:"????"

Cries of distress began one after another.

"Tomorrow? Isn't this too sudden?? Can't you notify me earlier?!"

"Fuck, I'm gone. I slept more than I took classes the week before. How can I take the exam!"

"They make up lessons during the summer vacation. I didn't make up the lessons. Will I take the exams that I didn't learn? I'm dead."

Pan Zhongsheng took out a whiteboard marker and tapped the podium to signal everyone to be quiet, "Okay, don't complain, you have gone through too many exams in the future, and this surprise inspection can reflect the problems, so I will pay attention to them. Come on, monitor Take it, and post it on the class door after class. The first exam was a messy exam room, and it has nothing to do with the final exam ranking of the first year of senior high school. I will go to the monitor to see my exam room later."

In the panic, only two people were very calm.

One is fearless and the other is indifferent.

For He Qinghui, he just scribbled and filled up the test paper.

For Shan Yunche, the level of the topic is too low.

When get out of class was over, everyone gathered around Sun Yina's seat.

Sun Yina: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, go back after finishing the exam!"

Seeing that Xu Yuan was about to step down, He Qinghui hurriedly tugged on his sleeve, "Then what, take a look for me, brother thank you."

Xu Yuan gave him an OK gesture, then stood up and said to Shan Yunche: "Master, let me take a look for you too."

He Qing replied: "Hehe."

Xu Yuan finally squeezed into the crowd, looked around for a long time with his head hooked, and finally squeezed out with difficulty, "Brother Hui, God, fate, you two are in the same examination room."

He Qinghui almost spat out the water in his throat just now.

This, called, evil, fate.

After watching the examination room, Yu Chenchen ran to the last row with a feeling of eating melons and said to He Qinghui, "He Qinghui, you are lucky. I saw that the two of you are seated side by side. If you don't disrupt the examination room, you will definitely enjoy it." Treated here."

Yu Chenchen is an extroverted and cheerful girl, and she and He Qing returned to high school in the same class or at the front and back desks, and established a certain "socialist brotherhood".

It is common for the two to joke with each other.

"...All right, it's an honor for me, He Qinghui, to be in the examination room with this god of learning, you are satisfied," he said, making a fake bow to Shan Yunche, then turned to look up at her, "Hey brother, which exam room are you in?"

Shan Yunche stopped the pen in his hand.

"Me, you are next door to the examination room."

"Come on, come on, why don't we shake hands to relish your elementary school bully's joy, maybe I can get more right guesses."

Yu Chenchen said in his heart that there is a college bully sitting next to you, you just turn a blind eye, and come to enjoy the happiness of me, a salted fish?

"Come on Brother Chen, I remember I wrestled with you before the mid-term exam in the first year of high school, and I got second in the exam that time! Come on." He Qinghui stretched out his hand generously.

Xu Yuan expressed his embarrassment about this: "...Brother Hui, you have the nerve to say so."

Yu Chenchen hesitated and tried to hold it, but was amputated by another slender and beautiful hand.

Shan Yunche's eyes drooped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he turned to look at He Qinghui, "Dip on mine."

What kind of large-scale dog killing scene is this!

Yu Chenchen felt the soul of a rotten girl burning in her body.

Now everyone sees something.

Shan Dashen is indeed gentle and quiet, seemingly non-aggressive.

But that was only when he didn't face He Qinghui.

There is one sentence that He Qinghui is tired of saying: don't f*cking hands and feet.

The one with the surname Shan has never been listening.

"Okay, that's fine." He Qing tilted his head and squeezed his hand back tightly, almost out of venting, "If you want to hold it, you can hold it, you can just keep holding it like this!"

"You said it," Shan Yunche said with satisfaction, "I won't hold it enough."

Yu Chenchen beat Xu Yuan's head excitedly.

Xu Yuan felt his body was on the verge of falling apart after being beaten by a female man like this, "Chenchen, can we calm down, you beat me so stupid, how will I take the exam tomorrow..."

Chenchen said that she couldn't calm down, and quickly took out her mobile phone to take a picture of this scene, and immediately contributed to the confession wall of the Fourth Middle School:

--Shuai Qiang, confessed that our class "withdrew" CP, troublesome one-shot, please please Shuai Qiang Wu Yanzu.

--Received[/grinning].

Originally, the two were influential figures in the second grade of high school. Just a single talk is very eye-catching, and when they are put together, the traffic will explode.

Sure enough, within a few minutes after the news was sent, the number of likes, reposts and comments was outrageous.

[Classmate A]:? ? ? ?What did I see!

[Classmate B]: #学霸学神Openly holding hands#

[Classmate C]: #Withdraw the CP flag and shake it#

[Student D]: Another day when I want to soul wear Class [-] students. [/Slobber]

[Classmate E]: Upstairs, everyone, wash up and sleep, the exam is tomorrow.

[Student F]: □□ I can't go on reviewing, I want to watch it live! !

The CP name and CP fans of the two were obtained overnight, but the parties did not know about it.

Evening study.

He Qinghui's right hand was always being held by Shan Yunche's left hand.

To be honest, he regretted being so impulsive and letting Shan Yunche hold his hand all the time, even though he didn't study at night and didn't use his right hand to write.

But how did he know that this person is really fucking holding onto him? !

He Qinghui really admired himself for lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

He Qinghui held the comic book in the other hand, struggling to turn the pages with one hand.

After finishing the manga, he began to rest his chin in boredom, but he didn't want to take out the textbook to review.

So he squinted at the hand.

Slippery to the touch.

Shan Yunche's hand was slightly larger than his, the meridians and knuckles were clearly defined, and the color tone was ascetic and cold white.

He didn't realize that he was looking a little dazed, but soon his eyes moved away.

According to the teacher's request, the students by the window opened the window wide for ventilation.

The evening wind that is approaching autumn is always cool.

He Qinghui's body was very sensitive to this coolness, and the exposed skin gradually became cold.

As Shan Yunche wrote, he quickly noticed the change in the temperature of his hands.

so cold.

He increased his strength and put He Qinghui's hand into the school uniform pocket.

With Shan Yunche suddenly in such a position, He Qinghui lost his balance and almost bumped into him.

"Fuck..." He Qing made a gesture and was about to pull back.

"do not move."

Then He Qinghui really stopped moving.

Because it's really warm.

...Anyway, I made it myself. A gentleman can't chase after a word, so keep holding it and keep holding it.

The last time someone held hands like this was when I was crossing the road when I was a child, and my parents held hands together.

Dad is on the left and Mom is on the right.

Zebra crossing, traffic lights.

He pulled them to run in the middle, laughing as he ran.

"Is it still cold?"

A faint sentence broke He Qinghui's thoughts.

He froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Just...that's it." In order not to disturb others' self-study, He Qinghui lowered his voice as much as possible, "Then what, my hands are a little numb."

It means that the time is too long, you can let go.

Shan Yunche was not moved at all.

The guy started playing deaf again.

"I said, my hands are a little numb."

After a long time, I finally heard the man say: "Then change the other hand."

He Qing replied: "..."

The author has something to say: He Qinghui: The person involved regrets it now, very much.