why are you forcing me to study

The two had a cold war for several days inexplicably.

Shan Yunche really felt that he was baffled.

It was fine before.

Why does everything change just not sitting at the same table?

In physical education class that day, Shan Yunche didn't follow the team, but played alone on the basketball court.

I was sweating profusely and out of breath, and I was so tired that I was dying, but I still didn't stop.

Feng Rui thought for a while, and went to pat him, "Is God free now? Can I chat with you?"

Shan Yunche glanced at him, threw the basketball aside, and sat under the shade of a tree with him.

"What's the matter."

"Actually... I have heard a little about your class."

Shan Yunche didn't speak, just opened the cap of the mineral water bottle and drank more than half of it in one go, spilling the overflowing water all over his body.

Feng Rui continued: "I can see that Brother Hui likes to sit at the same table as you. Ever since you changed seats, he has been in a bad state. As for him... he is a dead duck with a hard mouth. If he says something that makes you You are angry, can you not care about it?"

Shan Yunche's eyes were very cold, "I don't know what he is thinking."

"I think he just needs some time. I can see that he cares about you."

"I will wait," Shan Yunche put the mineral water aside, "I will wait no matter how long, even if I can't wait, I will wait."

Will definitely wait for him.

It seems that Shan Yunche doesn't need much persuasion.

Feng Rui was relieved a lot.

On the weekend, after Jiang Lijia's class, He Qinghui took leave from the milk tea shop and walked along Songwu Street.

Walked for a long time.

Walk to the bus station.

Opposite is Guangming Middle School.

He Qing returned to the junior high school.

The two vigorous and powerful gold-plated characters of "Guangming" in front of the school gate brought back countless memories for him.

The security guy at the door...seemed to be the same security guy from back then.

He stood at the door in a daze.

Uncle Security looked at him vaguely and said, "Hey, young man, you look familiar, are you a graduate?"

He Qing nodded and asked: "Yes, hello Uncle, may I go in and have a look?"

Uncle Security nodded with a smile, and opened the iron gate for him.

After walking around the campus, I habitually transferred to the teaching building of the third grade of junior high school.

Students do not attend classes on weekends, and the floors are empty.

He went upstairs and walked floor by floor, as if he had really returned to the time when he was in junior high school.

On the top floor near the window, there is the honor wall for the third year of junior high school.

He stood there looking at it.

There were many voices in my ears.

"Wow, He Qinghui, you are number one again, so strong!!"

"Why do you look so handsome and study so well? It's really enviable!"

"Give me half of your grades! If you don't ask for anything else, I'll be satisfied if I get into No. [-] Middle School!"

"Woooooo congratulations, boss, you must be able to go to Boying!"

……

He Qinghui continued to walk forward.

There is Teacher Yuan's office.

Now... is the teacher still teaching here?

Even though he knew it was the teacher's holiday on weekends, He Qinghui still wanted to go in and have a look.

There is only one teacher sitting in the office.

look at her back...

Very familiar.

He Qinghui gently knocked on the door, "Uh, may I ask..."

The teacher turned around.

He Qing was shocked.

It's really Teacher Yuan.

Yuan Jing's expression changed from surprise to surprise, "He Qinghui?"

He Qinghui sat down on the small bench next to Yuan Jing and chatted with her.

"I've been in high school for a year and a half, how are you doing? How are you doing in all aspects?"

"……fine."

"Then... what about the current results?"

He Qing didn't speak.

Yuan Jing probably counted.

"He Qinghui, the teacher actually has a lot to say to you. But after the senior high school entrance examination, I can't see you anymore. The teacher is very worried about you.

"Teacher Yuan really likes you, so since you are here today, the teacher will not hide anything.

He Qing listened back.

"Actually, the teacher knew that something happened in your family before the senior high school entrance examination, so you didn't get into Boying.

"The teacher was not very disappointed, and even felt nothing, because your understanding is very high, and the teacher believes that no matter what platform you are on, you will not be buried.

"If you really give up on yourself for this reason, I believe that if your father was around, he would not want to see you like this.

"So, Qinghui, don't let yourself fall." Yuan Jing patted him on the shoulder, "Take back your own honor."

Take back his honor.

On the way back, He Qinghui was in a daze.

Teacher Yuan is right.

He Qinghui, what are you doing?

Why give up on yourself?

Dad wouldn't want to see you like this.

Studying so well in junior high school is enough to prove your strength.

Do you really think that you can't pass the exam to the group of people around Shan Yunche?

When did you classify yourself as a poor student?

You have to take back your own honor.

You have to let Shan Yunche see you.

You have to stand with him by your own strength.

What is this doing now?

Avoid him?

Say something weird to hurt him?

He Qing thought about hitting himself on the head.

"Do you know, today seems to be the birthday of the Great God."

"Ah really!"

"That's right, I heard that many girls in other classes have bought him good gifts, and the students in our own class can't be late."

"You can see that there are a bunch of gifts beside his table, I just said it's weird."

"Then I'll go buy some gifts after school. I didn't realize until halfway through today. I'm also drunk."

He Qinghui stopped brushing the questions.

Is Shan Yunche's birthday today?

He looked up at the back of Shan Yunche in the first row.

I seem to remember.

I saw his birthday during the physical examination at the beginning of the second year of high school.

A full month older than myself.

It seems...it's today.

They were both among the few who started school a year earlier.

Shan Yunche is an adult today.

But he seems to be lifeless all day long, and rarely steps down.

Although he received a lot of presents, he just nodded and said thank you, it didn't look like it was a birthday at all.

And it was only after He Qinghui realized that...his face was ugly.

Really ugly.

The lips are chapped and the color is barely visible.

It was only after He Qing realized it.

Today...is he sick? !

Must be sick.

So why just sit here all day?

But He Qinghui hadn't spoken to him for several days, and was hesitant to ask him.

I could only secretly pay attention to his state, and glance at him from time to time.

Finally, when the bell rang for the end of evening self-study, Shan Yunche walked out from the front door of the classroom, taking none of the presents beside the desk.

He Qinghui took the key and followed him closely.

It was dark and the night was thick.

He Qinghui followed him lightly.

A little afraid of being discovered by him.

Shan Yunche walked very slowly.

When he was about to arrive at the boys' dormitory, he suddenly stopped and stood there for a while, looking about to collapse.

He Qinghui rushed forward to support him, and put his hand on his forehead.

so hot.

How can you not say anything when you have a fever for a day?

He Qinghui helped Shan Yunche into the dormitory, and put him on his bed.

His head was covered with sweat, his brows were frowning and his eyes were closed, his face was very, very ugly.

How hard it must be.

He Qinghui hurriedly went out to fetch water for him, and when he came back, he changed the water over and over again, and kept wiping him with a towel.

Only then did He Qing realize that the person who had been taking care of him... would also get sick.

He thought that Shan Yunche was really not a man but a god.

Is there a lot of times when I am tired and uncomfortable, but I never show it in front of him.

He Qinghui helped him tuck the quilt, put the towel and basin aside, and held one of his hands.

He didn't know if Shan Yunche was conscious now.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Shan Yunche's hand, and remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"Shan Yunche, although I don't know if you can hear it, then... I'll just pretend you can't hear it.

"Actually...before, in the eyes of others, I was an uneducated school bully and a scumbag. No one would think that I had a future, and neither did I.

"My mother remarried before my high school entrance examination, and married a rich man. She was pregnant and had a new family. At that time, my father had just left. But she didn't tell me all this.

"That's when I really felt like an outsider. I didn't have a family. My family became someone else's family.

"Suddenly... I really hate studying, I hate studying obediently like them.

He Qinghui's voice began to choke.

"Because I always feel that even if I study hard... I am admitted to a good university, and I am just a kid who no one cares about. No one loves me, no one loves me. I don't understand the meaning of hard work.

"But Shan Yunche, you showed up.

"You know, when you stopped me from running three thousand at the sports meeting,

"When you want to beat Tang Bin for me,

"When you told Gu Yanhong that I'm not a bad kid,

"What kind of mood do I feel when you hold me in bed.

"You made me feel like being held in the palm of my hand for the first time.

"You make me feel that I have value in existence.

"You let me cry, laugh out loud.

"You... let me climb up slowly without knowing it, and I will no longer be willing to fall.

"As for me, I seem to be used to having you by my side unconsciously...

"When you were no longer my deskmate, I realized how sad and unbearable I was.

"I didn't mean what I said that night, I see that you are really not happy to give them a lecture, so please... don't be angry with me.

"You are very, very important to me..."

He Qinghui's tears hit Shan Yunche's hands drop by drop.

"I don't know what kind of nonsense I said, anyway, just think I'm crazy...

"Also, the last sentence..."

Shan Yunche closed his eyes, and a crystal clear teardrop fell down.

He Qinghui raised his hand and kissed the back of his hand, "Happy birthday."

I heard.

all heard.

This is the best birthday present he received today.