why are you forcing me to study

He Qinghui just stared wide-eyed until two or three o'clock in the morning, and this guy was hardly even out of breath!This is not scientific!When Zhu Hao slept on top of him, he snored loudly. If He Qing hadn't gotten used to it after such a year, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to sleep this time.

I was really bored and hurt, so I checked it online [What kind of boy doesn't snore? 】

-[Netizen A]: Hello, fairy men don't snore.

He Qing replied: "..."

He is the only one who laughs to death?Boyfriend?Shan Yunche?Fairy?

It must be because I haven't slept deeply yet!

He Qinghui just turned on the recording, believing that he could always record him snoring this night.

Just wait and see Shan Xiannan.

The mobile phone was placed on the bedside, his eyelids were gradually sore, he didn't know when he lost consciousness, and fell asleep in a daze.In the dream, I seemed to be on the construction site, doing the same dirty work with a group of dark uncles...

The morning sunlight came in through the window, casting a small shadow on the boy's handsome face.

Shan Yunche stood beside his bed, straightening the collar of his school uniform while looking at his face.

The mouth is open, and the sleeping position is swaying.

I couldn't help smiling.

Seems to be sleeping soundly.

The school uniform was zipped up, and the schoolbag was straddled on the left shoulder. Finally, He Qing went back to the head of the bed and leaned over, tapping his knuckles lightly on his head, "Six forty-eight, you are going to be late."

Even if He Qinghui sleeps like hell, as long as he hears someone tell the time in the morning, he will definitely wake up from the bed immediately by conditioned reflex.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and saw Shan Yunche's magnified and beautiful face.

"I'll go!" He lifted the quilt and bounced off the bed.

It's going to die, Chen Juan likes to arrest people at the gate of Class [-] in the first few days of school, and today is probably no exception.The female devil had always disliked him, so if she was caught again, wouldn't she have to write another review!

The second year of high school requires him to be in the classroom at seven o'clock. Even if he brushes his teeth, washes his face, and puts on his clothes within 3 minutes of life-and-death speed, it is not certain whether he can buy food in the cafeteria, and Zhu Hao has already eaten up the little dry food left in the dormitory.

I didn't even eat dinner last night, wouldn't I starve to death if I stayed in the classroom all morning?

Hmph, it's all the boy's fault!

Looking at the back of Shan Yunche carrying his bag and walking towards the door, He Qinghui scratched his hair into a chicken coop in agitation.

Shan Yunche opened the door, paused, and turned his head slightly, "Breakfast is on your table, and your clothes and pants are on your bed."

After speaking, he closed the door.

breakfast?

He Qing turned his head to look at his messy desk, there was a pack of plastic bags on it, and a cup of warm soybean milk next to it.

Two yogurt packs and one pickled meat pack with dried plums are his standard breakfast every day.

How did Shan Yunche know his taste?

The school uniform and school trousers that were randomly thrown on the chairs last night were all neatly laid out at his feet, within easy reach of him.

What are you doing, little boy?Offer to flirt with a new roommate?Trying to buy him off with this benefit?

He Qinghui hurried to the door of the classroom, looked back and forth, the students were all studying by themselves in the morning, and there was no teacher there.

He Qinghui finally breathed a sigh of relief, stooped and slipped to the seat from the back door, the first thing he did was to take out the five yuan plus a fifty-cent steel coin in his pocket, and press it on Shan Yunche's vocabulary book.

Shan Yunche, who was reciting vocabulary, stopped, and said in a flat tone, "Take it back."

"Thanks for this morning. But I don't want to owe you anything."

After all, every time Zhu Hao bought him breakfast, it was because he helped Zhu Hao solve some things.He never asked others to help him for no reason, and he didn't like to take advantage of anyone.Even five bucks and fifty cents.

Shan Yunche put the money back on his desk, "No need."

"I know you are rich, but I, He Qinghui, don't like to owe favors to others, do you understand? Hurry up and take it."

"Don't take it."

"Take it if you're told."

"Don't take it."

"why?"

"My pleasure."

Yo, it really is rich and self-willed?Feeling inexplicably upset, "So generous, why don't you just pack breakfast for the whole class?"

"No." Shan Yunche turned his head and met his eyes, "I only entrust you alone."

He Qing was stunned for a long time.

He found that this person not only spoke few words, but was also very easy to be misunderstood.It's normal for him to say something like a tiger or a wolf.

Before the teacher came to check, the health committee member Qiao Ze hurriedly stepped down and wandered around the classroom. When he saw someone with a ball of paper next to him, he would click on that person's desk.

Qiao Zegao was He Qing's next door neighbor. He had been a sanitation committee member for many years, and he had a strong sense of mission and responsibility. Every time he finished a sanitation inspection, he would report the list of students who were too dirty and messy to the head teacher, so that That classmate is worth an extra week of days!

It's too late to argue with the little boy, he should quickly clean up the snack bags and paper balls in the belly of the table now!

As a result, I looked down and looked inside——

Clean and spotless, no rubbish of any kind.

Not only that, but the messy pile of textbooks on his desk were neatly arranged left and right by category, and the cover of each book was labeled with the corresponding subject.

What the hell, Miss Conch came here last night?

He swore that no one had ever done this for him before.

Coupled with what happened in the morning, He Qinghui had a little doubt in his heart, so he asked tentatively: "Hey... you, you helped me tidy up?"

Shan Yunche circled a word with a pen, and said "hmm" to him.

My God, Conch girl is actually a little boy.

Qiao Ze turned to the back row, and deliberately went to He Qinghui's side to take a closer look.For the first time, He Qinghui straightened up with a clear conscience, and he could pick whatever he wanted.

So Qiao Ze could only wander around the other group with a somewhat disappointed expression.

He Qinghui was about to lie down to sleep when he found a sky blue note pasted in the middle of the desk:

Chinese homework: 1. Buy extracurricular reading, one article per day. 2. Recite "The Book of Songs·Mong" in advance, "Encouraging Learning" and "Xiaoyaoyou"

Mathematics homework: "Classroom Homework Book"...

English homework:……

……

He Qinghui swore that this was definitely the prettiest word he had ever seen, comparable to typeface.

No one in their class has this level, it should be...except for the one next to him.

He tore off the note in disbelief and waved it in front of Shan Yunche, "You memorized the homework for me?"

"Ah."

"It's funny."

"What are you kidding?"

What a joke, it's just too outrageous. "Let me tell you, I, He Qinghui, never do my homework, understand?"

Shan Yunche still said calmly: "The questions drawn by the teacher are all marked in the homework book for you. Go back at noon and make up for it. If you don't know how to ask me."

He Qing replied: "??? You can't fucking understand human language?"

baffling.

Is this person really planning to take care of him?What are you drawing?Is it fun?

The consecutive Chinese lessons in the morning are the most fatal, especially in the drowsy summer.

As soon as the Chinese teacher left, just as He Qinghui was about to catch up on sleep, Lao Pan appeared at the door with a math book, "Well, we are still in class eight.

Some textbooks were not collected, so two boys came from the back row of the big class to go to the Academic Affairs Office to collect them. "

Xu Yuan and He Qinghui have always been responsible for receiving textbooks. If there are not too many books, there are basically only the two of them.

one to go.

Xu Yuan, who was also sleepy to the point of death: "Ah, I'm so bored, I can't sleep anymore!" Then he turned his head and said to He Qinghui: "Huh?

Brother, I'm really uncomfortable today... You see you are so strong, mighty, majestic, elegant, and suave, can you... just please move a little more? "

He Qinghui didn't want to eat this hypocritical rainbow fart, "To put it bluntly, you kid just don't want to sleep here?"

"How can you say that? Brother Hui! Otherwise, I will go home late tonight and go to your dormitory after school to help you beat your back? I

The technique is very good, anyway, you live alone..."

"No."

When Shan Yunche spoke suddenly, Xu Yuan instinctively trembled in fright.

"Not alone."

"...Ah?" Xu Yuan turned to He Qinghui and asked, "Brother Hui, don't you live alone? I heard from Zhu Hao that he is no longer

Are you living in school? "

Shan Yunche: "He lives with me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan and Xu Yuan's small eyes widened, "You live together?!"

The few rows of students who were close to each other seemed to be revived all of a sudden, and looked at them with the same melon-eating expression as Xu Yuan.

He Qinghui instantly hung his head with a black thread, "Can you fucking keep your voice down?!"

"Ooooh, I understand, I understand, I will keep quiet, keep quiet."

There was nothing wrong with two boys sharing a dormitory, but it was as if the celebrity cohabitation scandal had been exposed by this brat.

He Qinghui: "If you're not sleepy, get up and follow me to the Academic Affairs Office, don't talk about things here."

Hearing that he was going to move books, Xu Yuan immediately put on a weak look, "Oh my brother, I really don't feel well..."

Before they finished arguing, Shan Yunche closed the language document and put it in the belly of the table, stood up, "I'll go with you."

Xu Yuan raised his head almost with tears in his eyes, and behind Shan Yunche, he seemed to see the light of a bodhisattva descending into the world. "Master, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice! Then please!" After finishing speaking, he lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Seeing that He Qinghui hesitated to get up, Shan Yunche put one hand on his table and leaned slightly, "Let's go."

"Yes, I understand, you go first."

"You lead the way."

I almost forgot that Shan Yunche has only been here for a few days, so it's normal not to know where the Academic Affairs Office is.

There are stacks of stacks of high and low books at the door of the Academic Affairs Office, and the class is marked with a marker pen on the front of each stack.There are not many textbooks left in Class [-], and it is more than enough for one person to move.

It seemed that Shan Yunche felt lonely.

As soon as he picked up the books and was about to leave, he heard the two girls next to him who also came to pick up the books complain, "Why do we have so much left in our class? I should have called some boys to help..."

He Qing took a few steps back, tilted his head and said to them: "How much is left in your class? Give it to me, and I will help you move into the classroom."

"Really! Won't it bother you too much?"

"Of course, how can you two girls do this kind of heavy work? Which teacher in class nine is so inhumane? Come on, come on, put them on my stack. Anyway, it's next door to our class."

"The two girls happily put two stacks of books on it one after another, and when He Qing turned back, his veins bulged.

He was wrong, he thought it was not so heavy.

No, a gentleman can't chase after a word, and he will help them move into the classroom even if he dies.

Standing at the side, Shan Yunche folded his arms and looked at He Qinghui whose expression was getting ferocious. The corners of his lips curled up, "You really don't want my help?"

"never……"

Before he could say the word "yong", Lu Junxie, who also came to move the books from the tenth class, walked over with a smile, and put a small stack in his hand on it, "Brother Hui is so considerate, so he also helped our class move a book." Stack it!"

This was simply the straw that broke the camel's back.

He Qinghui couldn't hold it anymore, he didn't even have time to swear, and his whole body was about to fall down with his arms.

Suddenly, two waves of warmth hit the back of his hand.

Shan Yunche used all his strength to hold up his hand in time, so there was no mess on the floor, but a few books from the top ten classes fell down.

He Qinghui raised his eyes, just in time to meet Shang Dan Yunche's half-open and half-closed eyes.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The tear mole at the end of the right eye looks cold and abstinent.