why are you forcing me to study

Throughout the evening self-study, the whole class was frantically reviewing the textbooks and notes of the abnormal nine subjects.

Only He Qinghui was alone, holding a broken manga in his left hand and a college bully in his right hand, acting like a happy little idiot.

The long and tormented evening self-study finally came to the moment when the second hand pointed to the hour.

He Qinghui quickly pulled out his hand, picked up the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and rushed out.

After running some distance away from the teaching building, He Qing stopped, panting and walking slowly towards the dormitory.

Stretching out his right hand while walking, he opened his five fingers and looked at it blankly.

"Is it still cold?"

The three simple words are full of penetrating power soaked in the cool evening breeze.

Is this... caring about him?

...why do you want to do this.

The more I think about it, the more I feel sick.

Caring about a fart, sexually harassing him every day, this person is a pervert!abnormal!Pooh!

He Qinghui shook his head indiscriminately, quickened his pace and continued to walk forward.

He opened the dormitory door, put down his schoolbag, and slowly entered the bathroom to take a hot shower. When he came out, Shan Yunche hadn't come back yet.

No matter what love is, it has nothing to do with him.Going to bed is the most important thing.

As soon as the light was turned off with a "snap", a gust of cool wind came in through the crack of the window and passed through his chest, making He Qing shiver from the cold.

After a few minutes, Shan Yunche opened the door and found that He Qinghui had already pulled the lamp and lay down, so he obviously relaxed his movements.

He went over to close the window tightly, walked quietly to He Qing and squatted down beside the bed.

So lovely.

Nothing has changed.

After staring at it for a long time, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, pressed his voice and asked tentatively: "Asleep?"

He Qinghui pursed his lower lip lightly, pretending to be really asleep, and didn't speak.

Isn't it embarrassing to open your eyes at this time, and he is not so stupid.

"It seems that he really fell asleep."

When He Qing returned to sleep, he wore a short-sleeved shirt, with his arms exposed.

Shan Yunche's eyes moved down from his face and stopped on his hands.

Then, while opening He Qinghui's palm, he put the hot water bottle in his hand on it, and finally put his other hand on it.

The scorching heat in the palm spread quickly, dissipating all the coldness under the skin.

After school, Shan Yunche originally wanted to go to the canteen to buy a hot water bottle, but the canteen closed early, so he had to go to the supermarket opposite the north gate to buy it while the day students were leaving school.

The north gate is almost an entire playground away from the boys' dormitory. When I came back, I happened to step on the access control, and was almost stopped by the dormitory auntie.

He put He Qinghui's hand in place, pulled out the quilt bit by bit, and pulled it up tightly.

Then keep staring at his face.

Before confirming that Shan Yunche had left his bedside, He Qinghui didn't dare to move at all, for fear of being found out that he was pretending to be asleep.

Shan Yunche lowered his head, moved his thin lips to He Qinghui's ear, breathing lightly.

"Good night."

It wasn't until the sound of the bed board directly above that He Qinghui dared to open his eyes.

The hot water bottle has almost covered his whole body, and he doesn't feel cold anymore.

Shan Yunche... Which one is this acting on?

Don't tell him... Just because he felt his hands were cold during evening self-study, you went to buy him a hot water bottle?

He Qinghui has always been a "cold-blooded animal", and he has long been used to cold hands and feet in four seasons. It's a bit strange to be treated like this all of a sudden...

A little touched?

Early the next morning, everyone went directly to their respective examination rooms to find seats with apprehension.

Because the order of an examination room is disordered, every examination room can be described as "a mixed bag of fish and dragons", and He Qing's return to this examination room is "all the attention".

Not only because of the discrepancy in the level of the two seats next to the influential figures, but also because of the "scandal" that came out of the confession wall last night.

"I saw the legendary god for the first time today, he's so handsome, fuck!"

"Maybe it's just this time that I'm lucky enough to take the exam with the master, TAT. After all, I'm so good that I can't even touch the tail of the fourth class in the first grade."

"If it wasn't for disrupting the exam room, would He Qinghui and Dashen be in the same class for the exam? It's just a dream."

"Then you deserve it? Why do you just say He Qinghui? I think you are jealous that someone is more handsome than you?"

"Yo, you speak for him like this, do you have a crush on him?"

"you--"

In addition to a few people who love to watch the excitement, there are also some people who are still hugging their books a few minutes before the exam.

He Qing rested his chin, turned the pen, and yawned.

There was not even a single document on Shan Yunche's desk, and the schoolbag had already been delivered to the door, waiting for the invigilator to come in.

The invigilator was a beer-bellied and bald head of the Chinese team. He placed several rolls of papers heavily on the podium.

The students who muttered and whispered to each other immediately quieted down.

"Students, don't be nervous. The grade is just a simple way to find out. Just take it easy and take it easy. It won't be included in the comprehensive evaluation."

The students secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At eight o'clock, the first test-Chinese.

The classroom is filled with the sparse sound of passing papers.

Some people around Shan Yunche have been paying attention to his answering status, and some people are afraid of being affected and force themselves not to look at him.

After a year, when he picked up the pen again, He Qinghui first wrote the elegant name on it.

The previous modern texts can still be read with the courage to continue, but the classical Chinese part is really impossible to call the concubine.

The multiple-choice questions were selected based on his feelings, and when it came to the classical Chinese translation question...he didn't have the patience to read the text, let alone combine the context, in short, just fill it up!

Write!

Just pick up the pen and do it!

The moment he filled the long horizontal lines, he even had the illusion that his translation was very correct.

Therefore, in the entire examination room, only two teenagers came to the composition item first at the same time.

The rhythm of turning over the two test papers is the same.

They glanced at each other in unison.

Shan Yunche: "..."

He Qing replied: "..."

Classmate A, who was sitting near them, said in his heart: "Oh my god! Big brother Shan has written the composition!! The gap between me and big brother is too big!"

Classmate B who was sitting next to them thought to himself: "Fuck! He Qinghui has already written the composition!! Is this paper really too simple or my level has fallen too far!"

The language test is finally over, and the students in this test room seem to have just ended a battle without gunpowder.

As soon as the language was over, the most terrible mathematics followed.

The most terrible thing is that these two people turned over the paper at the same time.

When the bell rang at the end of the exam, ABC and other students nearby were sweating all over, and started whispering after handing in the papers.

A: "I feel like I can't pass the exam. If this goes on, I'm going to have a heart attack. It's not an exaggeration at all."

B: "I now seriously suspect that the two of them joined forces to engage in our rookie mentality."

C: "I glanced at it from the corner of my eye, and the finale was filled with Yun Che, and he wrote it without even thinking. Is this the fucking world of big bosses?"

A: "I also glanced at it from the corner of the eye. The first basic question, He Qinghui, seems to have written three lines..."

ABC looked at each other in dismay: "..."

After finishing the mathematics exam, there is not much time left to take the following exams. Many people simply eat in the cafeteria and don't go home at noon.

Compared with mathematics, English caused He Qing more headaches.At least he could understand the stems of the math papers, but it was difficult to understand the stems of the English papers, and the crammed letters made him even more dazzled.

But anyway... there are many multiple choice questions.

In one day, from the dawn of the exam to the sunset of the exam, after handing in the science and comprehensive papers, everyone was exhausted from the exam, and He Qinghui yawned out of boredom.

The students went back to their classes and merged the desks into their original form.

After pulling the table and chair, Xu Yuan collapsed on the chair, complaining and shaking his poor little deskmate frantically, "The female devil is too inhumane! She even passed all the exams in one day! My brain cells are all dead It's gone!!"

One person complained and the others started to agree: "That's right, I think Chen Juan just wants us to die of exhaustion! It is said that it is abnormal, this time I have to rank!!"

"Why panic, our teacher said it's not a comprehensive evaluation."

"But the ranking is very...!!! Why do you want to rank!! Woohoo..."

"The scope of this exam is just a little knowledge, okay? What's the matter?"

"?? What kind of Xueba speech is this? Fuck! I can't be worse than the end of last semester, right!! I didn't even get into the top [-] in my grade last semester!!!"

The more Xu Yuan spoke, the more flustered he became, he quickly turned around and asked He Qinghui, "Brother Hui, how about you, how do you feel about this exam? Is it difficult?"

He Qinghui put down the comic book and looked up, with a look of disdain, "If you want to gain some confidence with me, just say it straight, without beating around the bush."

The little thought was seen through at a glance.

Xu Yuan smiled awkwardly, and turned to look at Shan Yunche, "Then, what do you think, my god? How difficult is this exam?"

He thought that since he couldn't find self-confidence, he should look for abuse to motivate himself.

As soon as this question came out, several ears around him quietly pricked up.

Shan Yunche did not hesitate to answer: "One star for difficulty. The proportion of basic questions accounts for 80.00%, which can be seen from the classical Chinese of Chinese, the first four major questions of mathematics, and the subject matter of English reading. The rest 20.00%, half of it depends on whether to preview the following content well during the summer vacation, and half depends on savvy. And this savvy does not refer to talent, but the accumulation of usual problem-solving ideas. Overall, the grade group is not embarrassing at all. Since the beginning of school, the seriousness of homework has been in place, and falling out of the top [-] in the grade can only be attributed to being too careless."

Don't look at Shan Dashen's seldom talking at ordinary times, when he speaks, he shocks everyone, every word is pearly.

A few smart guys with their ears pricked up have secretly taken notes in their notebooks.

Xu Yuan was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he cupped his fists sincerely to show his admiration, "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books! Master, I have realized it!"

He Qinghui kowtowed the melon seeds and listened quietly to his pretentiousness, muttering in a low voice, "Cut, it's just like the real thing. But you, Shan Yunche, are so awesome."

If you think about it carefully, they are really awesome.

The papers turned at the same time as him, his completion rate is [-]%, he is purely giving up on himself.