why are you forcing me to study

This winter vacation, the lives of the two are very regular.

Get up together, brush your teeth together, recite books together, brush up questions together, make up lessons together, sleep together, and watch the snow together.

In the deep winter, the two of them stopped discussing topics at the desk.

He Qinghui would sit cross-legged on the bed with Shan Yunche, and read the same exercise book closely together.

He Qinghui was also afraid that he would freeze, so he liked to put thick quilts on his and Shan Yunche's heads, hid with him under the quilts, and listened to his lectures with a flashlight.

Often because they were too close to each other, they would kiss each other while they were talking about the questions, and then they got out of hand, and all the workbooks were thrown under the bed.

More than a month passed quickly, and the snow in S City finally stopped slowly.

The various high schools in S City have also started school one after another.

The new semester is coming as scheduled.

When I returned to the class again, except for the thicker clothes on my body, everyone seemed to have no change.

The head teacher didn't come, and the students were discussing what to do during the holidays, and the classroom quickly became very noisy.

"The make-up classes during the winter vacation gave me a deadly headache, do you know, hey."

"Hey, how many people did you take in the city's unified examination?"

"Don't mention it, fuck it, I'm out of 600, I'm really speechless. The comprehensive evaluation has nothing to do with me..."

"I'm no better than you. I've been deducted badly for the math process... My mother nags me for the winter vacation."

……

He Qinghui didn't have time to chat with others, and he was also reading the wrong questions in the winter vacation lesson plan at this point of time.

The classroom door was opened.

Everyone guessed that Zhong Min was here, and they all shut their mouths obediently.

But they didn't hear the sound of high heels or smell the pungent perfume.

Instead, he saw the all-too-familiar toad water glass.

Everyone raised their heads abruptly.

They were right.

Standing on the podium is Pan Zhongsheng.

"Teacher Pan!"

"Teacher Pan!"

The students were so excited that they almost cried.

Pan Zhongsheng looked good, with an amiable smile still on his face, "Students, long time no see! I'm back to take over our Class [-] in the new semester! How are you, do you miss me?"

Qiao Ze was the first to stand up and cried, "Teacher, we all miss you!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The atmosphere in the class suddenly became active.

After the laughter, Qiao Ze asked worriedly, "Teacher, are you really okay?"

"Don't worry, I've recuperated well during the winter vacation. If I don't come back to class again, I feel like I'm going to lie down like a good-for-nothing old man!"

Sun Yina also stood up, "Teacher, then you have to promise us, don't be brave if your health is not good, and absolutely don't appear in the same situation as last time! You have to promise! No, you have to swear!"

The students below also echoed: "Yes! I swear!"

"Hahaha, you little bastards... good, good, I swear! All of our eighth class will supervise!"

He Qinghui: "Teacher, you must do what you say, and return to the hospital immediately if there is any abnormality in your body."

"I know, I know, hey, hello. Because I always feel that I am destined to be with every student in Class [-], so I hope to be with everyone from now until the end of the college entrance examination."

Accompany everyone on this journey.

Many people started rubbing their eyes.

"Hey, what's going on with your seats? Why are you sitting so unevenly? I just found out."

Sun Yina: "It's Mr. Zhong Min... They are arranged according to the results of the monthly exam."

"Ah? This is not very good. It's okay, you can change it back after class."

"Wuhu!! Good!!"

He Qinghui and Shan Yunche returned to the original last row.

You don't have to worry about being stared at by people behind you if you make a small move like before.

During the winter vacation, he almost sat on the bed with Shan Yunche to study, and suddenly he had to sit upright on a cold and hard chair to study, He Qinghui felt very uncomfortable.

So on the first day of school, He Qinghui suffered from stomach problems.

He has always known that he has a bad stomach, but it becomes more obvious in winter.

Most of the time, I just endured it by myself, sneaked back to the drawer of the dormitory, took some medicine, and passed.

He was in math class, and he kept covering his stomach with his hands, but he was afraid of being discovered by Shan Yunche.

Afraid he was worried.

Shan Yunche stared at the teacher and said to him, "Lie down."

"Uh, I'm fine."

"I said, don't hide from me."

Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from him.

It just so happened that the space in the last row was relatively large, so Shan Yunche moved his chair back.

This means... wanting him to sleep on his lap.

Anyway, Pan Zhongsheng had already handed him over to Shan Yunche, so he naturally wouldn't take care of him.

He Qinghui hesitated for a while, turned his body sideways, and slowly lay on his lap.

Lying down like this, the stomach pain was relieved a little immediately.

Right now, he only has Shan Yunche in his eyes.

Even from this angle, it looks ridiculous.

Shan Yunche held the pen in his right hand, took his left hand off the table, put it into He Qinghui's clothes, and rubbed his lower abdomen.

His hands are hot.

In this way, the pain in the stomach was rubbed away bit by bit.

His voice came from above in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

He Qinghui shook his head, held his wrist, and played with the bracelet with the word "Hui" engraved on it.

Then, He Qinghui raised his face and stared at him.

He couldn't help stretching out a finger and sliding it up along the outline of his Adam's apple.

Finally, the fingertips lightly touched his lips.

It's still in math class.

He Qinghui felt that he was quite bold.

It can be regarded as... teasing / teasing him, right?

Shan Yunche couldn't help but put down his pen, grabbed his raised hand, and kissed his wrist sideways, "Go back and deal with you."

During class, Sun Yina came to He Qinghui with a piece of paper, "He Qinghui, we have a basketball game this weekend in the school gymnasium. Although you are not a basketball player, you are not on the basketball team, so the physical education teacher Let me ask if you want to participate. Here, let me show you this piece of paper first."

basketball game.

He almost forgot when was the last time he played basketball.

My hands are really itchy.

He likes basketball very much and likes to sweat on the court.

...but he still seems to have a lot to learn.

He stared at the paper in a daze.

"Go if you want," Shan Yunche looked at him, "Since you like it."

He Qinghui continued to ask tentatively: "Really? Boyfriend, can I go?"

"Based on your current level, playing basketball games won't waste much time."

Just from the winter vacation to the present, he has been studying so intensively, and his nerves have been tense all the time, so it can be considered as a way to relax him.

With Shan Yunche's approval, He Qinghui happily rubbed his hair on his shoulder, "Thank you boyfriend, then, you must see my vigorous figure from the audience! Hahaha!"

Shan Yunche rubbed his head, "Of course."

Even if He Qing didn't say anything, he would definitely go.

In this year's basketball match, No. [-] Middle School is playing against Chenghai High School, and the venue is the gymnasium of No. [-] Middle School.

In order to watch the basketball game, many students also come to school on weekends.

Teams from the two schools entered the arena one after another.

He Qinghui wore the same red jersey as the rest of the basketball team, with a headband on his forehead.

Glancing towards the auditorium, he saw Shan Yunche sitting there staring at him.

The moment their eyes crossed, He Qinghui deliberately threw him a wink.

Shan Yunche couldn't help it, he lowered his head and laughed.

Before the official start of the game, the stadium was very noisy.

Xu Yuan first rolled up the exercise book in his hand, made it into a horn and put it to his mouth, stood up and shouted: "Brother Hui is so handsome today!! Brother Hui is the best!!!"

Lu Wenye also stood up and shouted: "Brother Hui, I love you!!"

Even the attention of the students in Chenghai's auditorium was completely attracted by him.

"I'll go, the No. [-] middle school basketball team has a good-looking little brother, have you seen it?"

"I see I see! The one with the headband!! Fuck! He's so handsome!!"

"What should I do, I already want to betray!"

"That's right, why doesn't our Chenghai basketball team have a handsome guy with such good looks!!"

"You said I shouldn't be found if I sneaked into the auditorium opposite?"

"Can you be a little promising! Don't be so ugly! Si...ah no, Cheng Hai, come on! Cheng Hai is the best!"

"..."

The game was in full swing.

Although it took a long time for He Qinghui to touch the ball, when he touched the ball, all his feelings came back, and he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.

Dribble, jump, shoot.

All movements are smooth and coherent.

Fast, ruthless, accurate.

Under his influence, the morale of the No. [-] middle school team greatly increased, and they cooperated very tacitly, and soon surpassed Cheng Hai by a big score.

The audience in Chenghai was more excited than the people in No. [-] Middle School.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Look! Look at the name written on his back! It's called He Qinghui! Ahhh I'm speechless, so handsome!!"

"I'm begging for some help from the confession wall!! No. [-] of the No. [-] Middle School, He Qinghui! I want WeChat, WeChat!!"

The people in Chenghai's team had already seen that He Qinghui was the dominant figure, so the captain Zhou Feng looked at the team members and told them to keep an eye on He Qinghui.

However, the team members are not good at all, their height does not give them an advantage, and they are easily intimidated by He Qinghui's aura, so they can't guard against him at all.

The score is still widening.

In short, to capture the thief, the king must be captured first, no matter what method is used, He Qinghui must be dealt with first.

In desperation, Zhou Feng made a sudden plan.

Even though he knew it was a foul, he didn't want He Qinghui to continue playing.

After a while, the ball was passed to He Qinghui again.

Seeing that he was about to run towards the basketball hoop again, Zhou Feng became enraged, walked around from the other side of the field, and followed him all the way.

Shan Yunche frowned.

Xu Yuan: "It's strange, why does Zhou Feng of the Chenghai team follow Brother Hui all the time? Is there any point? Anyway, Brother Hui will score this goal."

"That's right, what is he going to do? Can he stay away from Brother Hui?"

The hearts of the audience are tugging.

The moment He Qinghui was about to take off, Zhou Feng jumped up first and raised his left foot to trip him.

He Qinghui's body was just hanging in the air, but when he tripped him like this, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"what--"

He Qinghui felt as if his leg had been twisted, and he fell to the ground and kept clutching it.

Heartbroken.

The students from the fourth middle school couldn't sit still when they saw it.

"Fuck! What the fuck is this Zhou Feng doing?! Cheng Hai has this quality??"

"Damn it, it's not pleasing to see Brother Hui's goals, right?? What the hell!"

The referee blows his whistle and the game is suspended.

Cheng Hai's coach walked over angrily and pushed Zhou Feng, "What is Zhou Feng doing? Can such an obvious foul be done?! Can you stop throwing Cheng Hai's face like this?"

"Coach me..."

Xu Yuan and Lu Wenye hurried down from the auditorium, dragging He Qinghui up from the ground.

He couldn't stand at all.

It seems that the injury is not light.

Xu Yuan: "Damn, what should we do now, we don't seem to have a substitute."

Lu Wenye: "Brother Hui is so strong, who can compare to him? Fuck, I think that Zhou Feng deliberately fouled and wanted Brother Hui to end, it's too despicable!!"

The two helped He Qinghui to the seat next to Shan Yunche.

Sitting not far away, Yu Chenchen saw that the veins in Shan Yunche's hands were bulging.

She bent down tremblingly and put her face close to his ear, "That... Great God, calm down, don't be too impulsive..."

Shan Yunche didn't say anything, stood up and walked in front of He Qinghui.

Xu Yuan felt a shadow cast down in front of him, and couldn't help but feel chills on his back and numbness in his scalp.

Looking up, Shan Yunche's expression was terrifying.

It was so terrifying that Xu Yuan felt that people in a radius of ten miles would be smashed to pieces at any time.

He Qinghui was still clutching his legs, looking very painful.

Shan Yunche stretched out a hand to He Qinghui, "Take off your clothes for me."

Xu Yuan: "...Ah? Great God, what are you doing...?"

Shan Yunche did not answer.

Although He Qinghui didn't understand what he was going to do, he obediently took off the basketball jersey on his upper body and gave it to him.

He put his clothes on in two or three strokes, picked up the basketball on the ground, and walked in front of the referee coldly, "I'm a substitute."

The referee nodded.

The opposing auditorium became restless again.

"Fuck!! What handsome guy is this again!!"

"My god, why does the substitute have a godlike appearance, woohoo!"

"Thank you for the invitation. I will go through the transfer procedures tomorrow. Sisters in Chenghai, see you again."

The game started immediately, and Cheng Hai's players followed suit.

Although Zhou Feng managed to get He Qinghui down as he wished, he was scolded by the coach for a long time, and he was also full of displeasure when he went on stage.

He lowered his head, not knowing when a black shadow appeared in front of him.

Almost completely enveloped him.

Shan Yunche stood in front of him with a basketball in one hand.

Zhou Feng swallowed instinctively, and took a small step back, "...you, who are you?"

Shan Yunche looked at him and curled his lips, "Just now, which foot touched him."