why are you forcing me to study

He Qinghui has been collecting all kinds of weekend part-time job information on the Internet recently, looking for several shops on Songwu Street, and finally chose the "Sweet Rabbit" milk tea shop.

This weekend, he went to the store in his school uniform after class, and the lady at the front desk nodded politely, "Hi, I'm here to apply for a part-time job."

The young lady couldn't help but looked him up and down, both eyes were shining, "Oh, ok, wait a minute, I'll call our manager for you."

The manager is a middle-aged woman, very smartly dressed.

When he saw He Qing coming back, he expressed surprise at first, and asked when he saw he was wearing a school uniform: "Student, you are from No. [-] Middle School, right? Are you here...to apply for a job?"

"Yes, hello, I want to come here to work part-time on weekends."

When the manager saw this image, how attractive it must be, he immediately agreed, "Ahaha, of course it's no problem, so you come here with me first, I'll help you register, and I'll tell you by the way Take a look at the work in our shop."

"Ok, thank you."

The manager had a big talk with He Qing. He didn't even have a pen and paper ready, so he memorized everything in his head at once, without missing a single item.

Seeing that he didn't take notes or record, the manager asked suspiciously, "Uh...do you remember everything? Is there anything unclear? Do you want me to say it again?"

"No, I'll remember it all."

hiss--

The manager gasped.

What an amazing memory.

Before he left, the manager added a reminder: "By the way, students, remember not to wear school uniforms when you officially come to work next time. Although you look good in whatever you wear haha, you should be more formal at work."

He Qinghui scratched his head in embarrassment, "Oh ok, I see."

On the day when he officially went to work, He Qing went back to the wardrobe for a long time.

From the looks of it, the few clothes Shan Yunche bought for him really looked like the same thing.

Depend on.

what is this.

It's fine that Shan Yunche is so perfect, but his vision is still so good.

The restaurants, bookstores, and milk tea shops around No. [-] Middle School can always attract many customers, especially on weekends, which is the peak time for making money in the commercial chain along Songwu Street.

Facts have proved that the day he took office, the business of the milk tea shop suddenly became particularly good.

Many young girls passing by couldn't help but come in and order a cup of milk tea, and also take a rest in the store.

They sat in a circle chatting, and looked towards He Qinghui from time to time.

"Is this the new employee of Sweet Rabbit's shop? This is too handsome."

"That's right, I haven't seen it before. I really want to go up and ask for a WeChat."

"Wait, don't you think he looks a little familiar?"

"What? Hey, what you said... seems a little bit. Let me think about it..."

"Confess the sports meeting video on the wall??"

"And stand on that one!!"

"!! That little brother who suffers!!"

"I saw a real person ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhh

The noise of their discussion became louder and louder, and He Qinghui felt a little chill down his spine.

God, how much misunderstanding did that video cause to others? ?

Chemistry Office.

Gu Yanhong called Pan Zhongsheng while approving homework, "Hey, Teacher Pan. Oh, yes, the homework of Class [-] is done pretty well. It's He Qinghui in your class, it's so outrageous, you don't even know , How arrogant he was in class that day! It really pissed me off! I think he is just a mess in Class [-]..."

"咚咚-"

Gu Yanhong raised her head, saw Shan Yunche and nodded to signal him to come in, the phone in her hand was still on.

Pan Zhongsheng's tone on the other end was calm and gentle, "Hey, Mr. Gu, you don't have to be so angry, just leave him alone."

"I think he's going to die sooner or later!"

"teacher."

Gu Yanhong hurriedly told Pan Zhongsheng and hung up the phone, "Oh, you're here. How are you thinking about the chemistry competition I told you about last time?"

"I've decided," Shan Yunche raised his head, "I will go to the training camp."

He thought about this decision for a long time and considered many factors.

In his previous life, he chose to take the college entrance examination, so he gave up the opportunity to study Huajing.

Since this life is for He Qinghui, then this time, he plans to change his path.

Gu Yanhong was naturally very happy, "That's really great. The arrangement hasn't been fully finalized yet, wait until the higher-ups send out the specific process, and the teacher will notify you in time."

"Ah."

He Qinghui happened to be holding the physical quality form of Class [-], and went up to the fourth floor to pass it to the physical education teacher, but happened to see Shan Yunche's back outside the door of the chemistry team's office.

Curiosity made him slowly step back and take a look inside.

It turned out that she was talking to Gu Yanhong.

Gu Yanhong: "If you have nothing to do, go back first. The big break is almost over, so don't delay the class."

Shan Yunche just turned around and stopped at the door without taking a few steps.

As if thinking of something suddenly, he turned to Gu Yanhong and said, "Teacher Gu."

"Ok?"

"He Qinghui is not a bad boy."

Gu Yanhong put down her phone, "What?"

"I said," Shan Yunche tried to amplify his voice so that all the teachers present in the office could hear, "He Qinghui, he is not a bad boy."

In his eyes, He Qinghui is the cutest boy in the world.

The form in He Qing's hand slid uncontrollably on the ground.

He froze outside the office door.

Gu Yanhong didn't know what to say for a while.

To be honest, she has always been confused. After all, her education and family background are not on the same level. How could Shan Yunche protect He Qinghui so much.

"...Well, I see, you go to class."

Seeing Shan Yunche come out, He Qinghui quickly bent down to pick up the form and ran for a while before daring to look back secretly.

Huh, it's so dangerous, he was almost discovered by him.

When he returned to the classroom, He Qinghui's mind was still in a mess.

"He Qinghui is not a bad boy."

why.

It's obvious that we haven't known each other for a long time.

How could Shan Yunche be able to conclude that He Qinghui was not a bad boy?

Why do you have to explain it to Gu Yanhong so firmly.

He wanted to know the answer.

But he couldn't find it anywhere.

He Qing sat back in his seat, expressionless and dull-eyed.

"Last time in the classroom quiz, the first three questions were all correct." Shan Yunche took the test paper from the representative's hand and handed it to He Qinghui. Fill."

He Qing looked back at his profile and listened quietly.

"It's okay to estimate the average now, your memory can keep up.

"Before the mid-term exam, the vocabulary book can be completely finished. In this case, when it comes to the middle and upper reaches..."

"Shan Yunche."

Once interrupted by him, Shan Yunche immediately stopped.

If I remember correctly, it should be the first time for He Qinghui to call his name so seriously.

"what happened?"

"Shan Yunche."

"you,"

"Shan Yunche."

Shan Yunche turned his head, and found that He Qing looked back at him, which seemed to be a little different from usual.

With such a momentary impulse, He Qinghui really wanted to do something crazy.

Reason swallows impulse.

"It's nothing." He Qing leaned back on the chair, turned the pen in his hand, and looked out the window, "I just want to call you."

Just like this, He Qinghui felt that he was crazy enough.

He looked as if he didn't care about his foolishness, but actually he didn't dare to look at Shan Yunche's expression at all.

Shan Yunche got closer, supporting He Qing back to the edge of the chair with one hand, and supporting his desk with the other.

"He Qing is back."

These three words pressed against his ear with a heavy breath, making He Qing itch.

"..."

His intuition told him that Shan Yunche couldn't get any closer.

If I look back now, I'm afraid something even crazier will happen.

Absolutely, yes, no, yes.

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

He Qinghui's heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out at any moment.

Help!

As soon as the class bell rang, Pan Zhongsheng walked up to the podium with a toad water glass and textbooks, "Come on, find a few people to come up and write the typical questions I asked the class representatives to write during the break. Are there any students who volunteered?"

He Qinghui didn't think about it at all, and directly raised his hands above his head, "Me!"

The whole class looked at him in surprise.

Shan Yunche finally retracted his body.

He announced that Pan Zhongsheng was his savior! !

Pan Zhongsheng was even more overjoyed, "Hahaha, come on He Qinghui, don't be shy, write whatever questions you like. It's rare to see you being so active in class."

But he hasn't even read the stems of these questions!

He took a deep breath and calmly read through the first question.

He almost thought he was wrong.

This...doesn't look like the knowledge I learned this semester? !

Isn't it true that Pan Zhongsheng is playing tricks on him?

Seeing his dumbfounded look on the top, Pan Zhongsheng smiled and explained: "These questions are a typical small question in your exercise book in the first semester of senior high school. At that time, the error rate was relatively high. I picked it out at this time. Let me review it for everyone, and the idea of ​​this question will also be used in future studies.”

Good guy.

He Qing thought back to himself that he really knew how to choose.

One choice is one's own knowledge blind spot, which is a real "over-the-top" question.

He Qing said no fucking way.

He held up the whiteboard marker for a long time, his arm was sore, but he still couldn't write a word.

It fully explains what it means to lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot.

Pan Zhongsheng pushed the thick lenses on the bridge of his nose, "In this way, don't look at He Qinghui stupidly, and write below yourself to test whether your foundation is solid."

While Pan Zhongsheng was "surveying people's sentiments" at the bottom, He Qinghui turned around and just met Yunche's eyes, and his mouth was: "Save——I—"

But Shan Yunche was obviously not going to help him, he just smiled with his chin resting on his face, watching him make a mess on the podium.

It's just gloating that there is no human nature to be crazy!

In the end, He Qing came down from the podium in disgrace, looking at Shan Yunche with resentment in his eyes.

He Qinghui officially announced that he would take back the crazy idea just now.

I still don't have a deep understanding of this abnormality.

Why, why am I so happy to see him make a fool of himself?

After Jiang Lijia finished writing the last question on the whiteboard and handed out the homework for the week, everyone started chatting while packing their schoolbags, and the atmosphere became agitated.

Every time He Qinghui sat next to a group of people from Boying Middle School in class, he could often hear them mentioning Shan Yunche's name in the intervals of discussing topics.

They were people Shan Yunche had been in contact with before.

The style of this group of students is very different from that of the students in No. [-] Middle School.

He Qinghui could clearly feel the inherent superiority of each of them.

When the lesson plan was passed to He Qinghui, he said "thank you".

The girl who passed it on to him obviously wanted to chat with him a little more, "Hello, my name is He Xiaohan. Are you He Qinghui?"

"Yes, I am."

"Haha, although you are not from our Boying, I feel that you are no worse than them at all."

"Uh...Actually, my grades..."

"By the way," He Xiaohan continued without waiting for him to finish speaking: "Actually, I've been curious for a long time, and I don't know whether I should ask, just... what is your relationship with Ah Che?"

this problem.

Who will teach him how to answer is more appropriate.

"I know Ah Che has transferred to your school. But he never gets close to anyone, even in Boying. So I was quite surprised when I saw the video on station D."

Is it the same in Boying?

He Qinghui originally thought that he was just relatively unfamiliar in the environment of No. [-] Middle School, but he was also like this in Boying?

Everyone says that things of a feather flock together and people form groups.

Isn't he the same as Boying?

It’s weird.

"He...what else?"

"I used to be in the same class as Ah Che. He really seldom talks to people, so you can see that he is so good-looking, but in fact, not many girls dare to take the initiative to talk to him."

No, yes, right.

When he first stood on the podium of Class [-], everyone's impressions were people, animals, nothing, and harm.

Even if the words are a little less, but... how can it be so scary?

Didn't he still play with some broken IQ toys with them, go to Yu Chenchen's birthday party, and go shopping for gifts with them?

It's a bit different from He Xiaohan's description.

He Qinghui's curiosity became more and more intense, "What else is there?"

Since he and Shan Yunche were originally in the same class, they should still understand him, right?

"Let me think about it again." He Xiaohan tilted his head, "Oh yes, Ah Che hates other people's physical contact with him the most. It should be said that he hates it very much. Don't ask me how I know."

He Qing replied: "..."

"Is there... more?"

Everyone got the lesson plans and it was almost time to disperse. He Xiaohan tried to amplify his volume amidst the noise: "Well, let's add a WeChat, and I can tell you anything you want to know, just treat it like a handsome guy like you." Make friends."

He Qinghui took out his mobile phone and quickly scanned a code for her.

Now it's all right, there is a way to understand Shan Yunche.

When the classroom was completely empty, He Qinghui packed his schoolbag and was about to leave.

Jiang Lijia stopped him: "Hey, He Qinghui, wait a minute. I have something for you."

He Qing replied: "What?"

She took out another lesson plan from behind and handed it to him, "This one, you can do it when you go back."

He Qing took it back and looked it up. The knowledge above, from basic concepts to examples, is not the content of this semester.

"Teacher is this?"

"Here is a collection of teaching plans for the key knowledge of the first year of senior high school that I have compiled. Your textbooks are too much and complicated. If you just read it, you will not be able to extract important test points. If you want to supplement the knowledge of the first year of senior high school, you should seriously Just do this lesson plan again.”

"Only me?"

"Haha, yes, it's just for you. You're so smart. Based on my teaching experience, I guess it's almost enough to go through it once. There is no need to do other high school workbooks."

Could it be...Feng Rui told her that he didn't study at all in his freshman year of high school?

He Qinghui took the lesson plans and put them in his schoolbag, "Thank you teacher."

After the guarantor left, Jiang Lijia picked up her mobile phone and called someone: "Hey, Ache, I gave him the lesson plan for the first year of high school. He just left."

"Understood, sister."

Jiang Lijia: "By the way, this kid He Qinghui is quite miraculous. He has a really good brain. He can compete with you? I kind of want to poach him to our Boying."

Shan Yunche agreed on the other end of the phone: "Well, it works."

"By the way, your grandfather often tells me that he misses you. I can understand that you don't want to go back to see your mother, but you have to go to the hospital to see your grandfather. He's not in a good condition."

"I know, every weekend."

"That's it, that's good. The boys from the first year of high school on my side are coming, so I'm going to die. Ah Che, do well in the fourth middle school. Anyway, I'm not worried about your studies."

"Ah."

He Qing went back here to help out at the Sweet Rabbit Milk Tea Shop after math class.

When he is not busy, he will sit on the side and take out Jiang Lijia's lesson plans to have a look.

It's a pity that with his joining, the milk tea shop is rarely not busy.

And it's all about him.

Also after Jiang Lijia's class, Tang Bin took a group of "brothers" who followed him all day while wandering around Songwu Street, and happened to see He Qinghui standing there squeezing juice.

This scene aroused his extremely strong interest, and he said mockingly to the younger brother next to him, "Hey, who is that? Two o'clock direction."

The younger brother squeezed his eyes hard, "Fuck me, isn't that He Qinghui? Good guy, went to sell milk tea? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Tang Bin: "How is it? Are you a little thirsty?"

The younger brother put on airs and said, "Ahem, it seems a little brother Bin."

"Come on, brothers and sisters, let's drink milk tea together."

Sensing a group of people approaching, He Qinghui hurriedly wrapped the juice in his hand and gave it to the last customer.

He Qing looked up and saw Tang Bin's disgusting face.

Tang Bin: "We want to order milk tea. Four people. Let's have a cup of fleshy grapes first, remove the bottom of the tea, no ice cubes, crispy bobo, sugar level... layered. The top is the least sweet, and each lower layer is sweeter One degree must be added to the temperature, so let's take...one centimeter as the thickness of a layer, you should know what I mean, right?"

He Qing understood.

This person didn't come to buy milk tea, he came purely to find trouble.

"Sorry, I don't understand, please speak human language."

Tang Bin knew that what he said was a bit exaggerated, so he restrained himself a little, "Well, it's not too difficult for you, just have a cup of each of the first four on this brand."

Several people consciously walked towards the table inside and sat in a circle.

"Haha, Brother Bin, this kid really seems to be making milk tea. It seems that this job is quite suitable for him."

"With his grades, if he doesn't move bricks on the construction site in the future, it's a bit more respectable to come to this milk tea shop hahaha."

Really think He Qinghui is deaf.

He could hear every word clearly.

But sometimes there are too many people who say this, and he doesn't bother to care about it.

After all, to some extent, they are not all wrong.

"Four cups of milk tea, all ready."

Tang Bin plugged in a straw and drank milk tea. He had lingering fears about the last time he saw the honor roll, but he was thwarted by this kid. In addition, he was inexplicably upset when he saw so many female customers smiling at him. It's impossible to mess with He Qing.

"Waiter? Hello! Waiter!"

After shouting for a long time, He Qing realized that Tang Bin was calling himself.

Damn, is it so difficult to show respect to others?

He Qinghui walked in front of him expressionlessly, "May I ask what's the matter for you."

"I don't want the pearls at the bottom of this milk tea, you help me get them out."

"Sorry, it's not easy."

"Hey, this is your attitude towards customers? Do you need me to ask your manager to come forward and solve it?"

He Qinghui couldn't bear it anymore, "Tang Bin, I warn you, get out of here immediately after drinking. I don't have time to play with you here."

Finally angered him, Tang Bin achieved his goal.

"I said He Qinghui, it seems that you are very short of money. This weekend is really busy, you have to make up lessons and make money..." He stood up with a cheap smile, took the half-drinked milk tea in his hand, "Why, have the guts to make up lessons, but have no money to pay tuition? It's really pitiful."

He Qinghui grabbed Tang Bin's collar, "You fucking..."

Relying on his identity as a customer, Tang Bin did not give in, and continued: "Believe it or not, I will make you unable to do this job right away."

As Tang Bin said, he poured milk tea onto He Qinghui's clothes.

damn it.

These fucking clothes were bought for him by Shan Yunche.

Clenched his fists little by little.

He Qinghui would never beat anyone in the store.

So as long as he doesn't fight back, Tang Bin will push forward even more.

He raised the milk tea cup and shook it, "Oh, there's still a little half left, don't let it go to waste."

He aimed at the top of He Qinghui's head.

If the handsome guy they like stands at the door with milk tea all over his face, won't it be a bit of a rush?Haha, the more I think about it, the more excited I get.

Tang Bin held the milk tea cup high, and slowly turned it sideways to pour it over He Qing's head.

At this time, his hand was suddenly twisted violently, the mouth of the milk tea cup was reversed, and all the remaining milk tea was poured on his head.

Not a drop left.

Tang Bin instantly felt that his eye sockets and nasal cavity were filled with milk tea, and even breathing became difficult, "Ahem—fuck, who the hell is this?"

He Qing turned his head and saw a white wrist with clear veins.

He couldn't be more familiar with it.

A deep voice crossed his ears, "Don't you dare to touch him again."

The author has something to say: Brother Ah Che: Tang Bin, you are gone