why are you forcing me to study

The four eyes meet and meet.

There was an inexplicable pause for a few seconds.

Shan Yunche hugged almost two-thirds of the book in his hand to his chest, and He Qing felt a lot easier when he returned his hand.

Seeing his slightly dull expression, Shan Yunche raised the end of his eyes lightly, "Do I look good after staring at him for so long?"

I have to say, it's really pretty.He Qinghui was so beautiful that he had never seen it before.

"...Stop being narcissistic there."

Although the facts are facts, I just don't want to admit it.

He Qinghui turned his face away, and strode towards the second-year high school building with strides.

The time between big classes is not short, some go to the canteen to buy food or stationery, some go out to hang out with friends from other classes, and those who are eager to learn go to the teachers' offices to ask questions. There are not many people left in the classroom .

Sun Yina counted all the books, went to the podium and wrote a sentence in the middle of the whiteboard: Please write the name of the class on your own books, so as not to confuse with other students!

The two distributed the books one by one and returned to their seats.

As a qualified scumbag student, He Qinghui said that although this book will not be read much by the end of the semester, He Qinghui is still extremely proficient in writing class names.

So he opened the first page of the book, bit off the cap of the pen, waved his hand, and the pen flew away, leaving what he thought was a very beautiful name in the blank space!

Shan Yunche couldn't help but cast a glance, "It's so ugly."

"What?!" He Qing slapped the table angrily, "You say I write ugly, so can you write for me?"

Originally, he just wanted to make a joke, but in the end, Shan Yunche directly took a few new books from his desk, and carefully helped him write his name one by one.

"Hey, you really..."

He Qinghui took back a written book and opened it——

He never knew that these three characters could be written so beautifully, and they were so beautifully recognizable.

Just like Shan Yunche's people.

"All right."

He Qinghui was so stunned by this word that he choked speechlessly, sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, "I... I really thank you."

"not enough."

"What did you say?"

"In return," Shan Yunche pushed his stack in front of him, "you have to write for me."

Pupils shook.

How can someone say that his handwriting is ugly one second and then ask him to write his own name?

"Are you sure? The phrase 'really ugly' just now was said by a ghost?"

"Ugly is ugly, but I don't dislike it."

"..."

OK, let me write, you will regret it.

If it is said that writing his own name is a mess, writing Shan Yunche's name is standard dog crawling.

Shan Yunche never knew that his name could be written so ugly.

Every time He Qinghui finished writing a book, he would accept it with satisfaction and appreciate it.

A childish face appeared in my mind...

At that time, the little boy picked up the stones at his feet and wrote three large characters staggered on the ground, "Look out! This is my brother's name. Anyone who bullies you should call out my name. My brother must be the first!" Fly to your side!"

He rubbed his fingertips lightly on the wet handwriting.

He couldn't help but smile lightly.

He Qinghui put the cap on the pen, and flicked the pen on the table smartly, "It's finished, are you satisfied?"

"satisfy."

Fuck, what kind of psychology is this person, I don't understand.

"By the way, say it again, five yuan and fifty cents, quickly accept it for me, I said I don't want to take advantage of you."

Shan Yunche returned the banknote and the steel coin, "I'll keep it for you."

He Qing replied: "..."

It seems that it really won't be accepted.But no matter what, He Qing won't feel at ease when he receives this benefit, he has always been like this. "You really don't want money, so this way, I promise you to do you a favor, if you need it."

"Really?"

"I, He Qing, will do what I say."

"Okay," Shan Yunche leaned towards him, "I just have one request, you finish last night's homework."

unacceptable.

Ever since he entered high school, things like homework have long been insulated from He Qinghui.

Asking him to make up his homework is more difficult than asking him to carry ten sandbags to the construction site.

What's even more ridiculous is that after promising to do this guy a favor, he asked him instead?

"...what about other options?"

"No."

The word "no" can be said to be resounding, and it is like an irresistible imperial decree when it comes out of Shan Yunche's mouth.

He Qing recalled that if you wanted to kill me, you just said that there was no need to bother. "Why?"

Shan Yunche: "There is no reason, 'I, He Qinghui, will do what I say.', you said it."

……Hold.

No one would have thought that your request would be so unique.

However, after going to high school for a year, He Qinghui knew that these workbooks were basically ordered by the Pioneer Bookstore at the door.In other words, they all have good answers.

Even though he usually doesn't hand in his homework, occasionally when he is in a good mood or when he is bored, he will copy and hand it in to fool him.

That's fine.

He Qinghui happily took out the workbooks of several subjects from the desk, took out the "Classwork Workbook" for mathematics and shook it.

Don't have a lovely booklet full of answers? ?

Then take out English, physics, chemistry...the answers in the back are all torn up.

The smile froze on his face.

Shan Yunche could see his careful thinking, so he kindly explained: "Don't read it, all the answers to the exercise book that afternoon you didn't come have been collected."

It was he who made a special trip to the office to propose to Pan Zhongsheng.

He Qing replied: "????"

Didn't this cut off his way of life!

"If I do it, will I pay you back?"

"Yes."

The morning passed by in a hurry, and He Qinghui was thinking about how to confuse this matter in almost every class, and after thinking about it, he finally came up with a strategy.

As soon as the school bell rang, he grabbed Xu Yuan by the collar and walked in the direction of the fast-moving crowd towards the cafeteria.

"Hey, hey, brother Hui, what are you doing?!"

He Qing embraced Xu Yuan's neck and whispered in his ear: "Tell me, how is your brother treating you well?"

"Brother Hui, do you even need to ask?"

"Now that your brother has something urgent to ask, you just say whether to answer or not."

As soon as Xu Yuan heard it, his eyebrows began to dance, "Of course, if you want to return to my brother, I, Xu Yuan, will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire!"

"All right, all right, don't fix those useless things," He Qing patted Xu Yuan's meaty face back on the plate, "That's the one, I did my homework last night, let me copy it."

Xu Yuan almost thought he was hallucinating, so he pinched himself to make sure it wasn't. "You? He Qinghui? Do you want to copy your homework? Why? You dare to cut class in class, and you are afraid that the teacher will check your homework?"

That's right, it's ridiculous to pay back some perverted little boy.

The story was long and bizarre, and He Qinghui didn't bother to explain so much to him, "Don't worry about these things, just one sentence, give or not."

That has to be given.

"But... I handed in my homework in the morning, but I think there is a freshman in our class group who seems to have good grades... It seems to be called Ding Kai. He sent his own answer, so he should be more reliable than me. Why don't you go back and see Have a look at the chat history?"

Class [-] built a class group when we first learned about the division of classes. After everyone got acquainted with each other, in addition to posting emoticons in the water group, we would occasionally discuss topics in it, especially after the answers were collected, many people squatted in it at night.

Moreover, the little boy is not in this group.

This He Qinghui named Ding Kai is somewhat familiar.

Every time after a big exam like the end of the midterm and the end of the semester, an honor wall will be placed outside the teaching building.This name often appears in the top [-] boards, so there should be no doubt that it is more reliable than Xu Yuan.

"Say it earlier! I basically don't watch that group." He Qinghui felt himself suddenly enlightened, "Thank you brother."

In order to finish copying a few homeworks earlier, He Qing didn't even go back to the dormitory at noon. He stayed alone in the classroom and copied one by one with the pictures on his mobile phone, and it was done quickly.

He tidied up these exercise books, gritted his teeth and slammed them on Shan Yunche's table, and immediately put them on his arm to catch his afternoon nap.

There are still about 10 minutes before the noon self-study, and everyone has arrived one after another.Shan Yunche also walked to his seat with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

He Qinghui lay there on his stomach, with his head turned away from him, and a few hairs stood on end.

Seeing the stack of exercise books on the table, he knew that his deskmate had given him a "job".

Just flip through a page or two and you'll know it's a copy.

"The square root of two can be copied into a pie. If you want to fool me, you can use dim sum."

He Qinghui was immersed in a half-sleeping state when he heard Shan Yunche's low voice and raised his head, "Snacks? What kind of snacks? Where can I get some snacks?"

Cooperating with him at the same table, besides sleeping, eating is the only thing on his mind?

He Qinghui just woke up, his face was flushed, his eyes were bright, like a doll.

Shan Yunche stared at him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he resisted the desire to pinch his face and said, "Didn't you eat enough at noon?"

"..."

Looking at the clock in front of him in a blink of an eye, He Qing moved the stool back and sat up straight, pointing at the exercise book, "Here, return your favor, don't bother me."

"Aren't you tired of copying?"

He Qing was taken aback for a moment.

nonsense!Of course I'm tired!It's not all because of your mental illness!

"You... don't care whether I copied it or wrote it, anyway, I will finish what you want. If you ask for anything else, it will exceed the business scope of five yuan and fifty cents."

Shan Yunche was almost laughed out loud by him.

He is still struggling with the five yuan and fifty cents.

In the next few days, He Qinghui lived a very strange life.

This guy Shan Yunche goes to bed early every day, wakes up early every day, and doesn't even play games.

And he was still habitually lying on the bed, but when he opened his eyes, he would find two yogurt bags, one pork bag with dried plums and vegetables, plus a cup of hot soy milk, and occasionally more marinated eggs on the table.

If you eat it, you are inexplicably reaping the benefits of others; if you don’t eat it, go buy it yourself, which will not only waste food but also cause duplication of labor.

"Small sample, you want to bribe me after a few breakfasts? There's no way!"

As he spoke, he threw the marinated egg into his mouth and chewed hard.