Talking tablemates chase after me

In the following afternoon, Ming Xi was a little unusually quiet.

In connection with the sudden disappearance at noon, after Zhou Hao turned around for the third time and asked Mingxi "how are you?", Ding Jinyu finally noticed something strange about his deskmate; but he couldn't take the initiative to care about others.

Mingxi on the way home from school was so dazed that she didn't even pay attention to the red light when she passed the intersection, and almost rushed out, but fortunately, she was stopped by Zhou Hao who was beside her.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhou Hao couldn't help asking again, "I've been asking you all afternoon, and you haven't said anything..."

Ming Xi didn't answer directly, but suddenly turned around and asked seriously: "Tell me, what about the person at my table?"

"He's handsome and looks fierce, but he's actually quite a nice person...but... he doesn't talk much, he looks too fierce..."

Zhou Hao babbled a lot behind, and Ming Xi didn't listen too much. He rode forward on his own, muttering to himself, "It's not that much he helped me, but what can I do?" Can't help either..."

"You can't say that." Zhou Hao kicked the soles of his feet a few times to catch up with Mingxi, "You are also very good to him. You usually worry about big things and small things, and you have to take care of food and clothing, just like an old woman ..."

"What is that?" Ming Xi slammed the brakes, turned around and interrupted Zhou Hao's chatter, "Think about what he helped us with, so what can we do?"

"The ability is different." Zhou Hao also stopped the car, "I told you to help him fight, you can't do it, and he won't need it."

"But he's really in trouble now!" Ming Xi's voice gradually weakened as he spoke, "It seems that I can really help..."

He roughly told Zhou Hao about the situation of Ding Jinyu's old house, and he did not forget to tell Zhou Hao to keep it secret.

Zhou Hao's jaw dropped in shock, he stared at Ming Xi, "You don't want him to live in your house, do you?"

Mingxi didn't speak.

"Your house can't fit in!" Zhou Hao shook his head exaggeratedly, "Your sister's room is all separated by wooden boards. Where can he go to your house and squeeze a bed with you?"

"When you were young, you were beaten by your father so that you ran out of the house, and you shared a bed with me!" Ming Xi curled her lips, "What's wrong, can't you?"

"You will also say that was when you were a child!" Zhou Hao said loudly.

"That's right, even my little bed can't fit in now..." Mingxi nodded, "No! I've been led astray by you..."

"When did I say I was going to share a bed with him?"

"It's you who said that his house can no longer live in, and that you can help him—" Zhou Hao gave him a clear look, "I can't live in your house, given your current situation, you can still afford money to help him rent a house No?"

"Do you still remember the house next door to mine—" Mingxi lowered her voice and leaned closer to Zhou Hao's ear, "Do you remember the room Grandma Feng left behind..."

Zhou Hao turned his head and stared at Ming Xi, his eyes nearly popped out, "Didn't you say you wouldn't move that house!"

"I'm not going to move now!" Ming Xi sat on the bicycle again, ready to continue pedaling, "Why don't I just borrow him for a few months, and the house won't be damaged."

"You have to think it over—" Zhou Hao grabbed Ming Xi, "Whether he lives in your house or next door, you may not be able to hide the family affairs from you for so long, in the future."

Ming Xi lowered her eyes, "He's not the kind of person with a big mouth either."

"Even if he doesn't say it, he will always know, right?" Zhou Hao sighed, "Do you think he knows?"

Ming Xi's face darkened, she lowered her head and shook her left and right.

"You said—" After a moment of silence, he looked up at Zhou Hao: "Am I being too selfish?"

"No, you two are just at the same table, you have no obligation to treat him so well; besides—" Zhou Hao patted Ming Xi's shoulder, "Who hasn't asked for privacy?"

The No. [-] Middle School and the No. [-] Middle School are the only two provincial key schools in Panyang City. Regarding the fact that the No. [-] Middle School is a prestigious school, Ding Jinyu only realized it after he started looking for a house.

The rent of any apartment near the No. [-] Middle School can match a month's salary of an ordinary working class in Panyang City, and it is hard to find a room.

The entire Panyang City and even some surrounding counties and cities, as long as the grades are good enough or the family has some means, they will cut their heads and send their children to No. [-] Middle School; those whose families are better off will rent a house near No. [-] Middle School. One of them will come and read with me——

After all, the college entrance examination is very important to most children's life.

Ding Yinan said that there is only one bungalow nearby because the conditions are not so good, and generally no one is willing to rent it, and other places are probably very difficult; Ding Jinyu asked about the location of that bungalow, which is probably where Mingxi's family lives.

The mid-term exam was approaching, but his house was still unavailable. This weekend, he had to extend the scope of renting a house to a farther place.

The journey by bus takes more than half an hour, even if you continue to ride to school, this distance is still acceptable——

It's time to exercise.

Ding Jinyu was taken by the agent, and he went around several neighborhoods in the morning, probably with a plan in mind, planning to quickly pick one out of them, so that he could move in before the midterm exam.

After walking under the sun for a whole morning, it was lunch time when the agent left. He also felt hungry, so he randomly found a small restaurant on the side of the road that looked cleaner and went in.

After entering, he found out that the business of this small roadside shop was not bad.

He has never liked this kind of crowded environment, so he quickly found a small table in the corner and sat down, took out his phone and saw Ding Yinan's WeChat, asking himself how the house was going.

"Mingxi! Send the menu to table NO.19!"

A middle-aged woman's voice came from behind, and Ding Jinyu's fingers on the phone's keyboard suddenly froze.

With such a special name as "Mingxi", can you meet someone with the same name?

Could it be too coincidental...

"Ok!"

This boy's response made Ding Jinyu completely give up his previous thoughts; Mingxi kept nagging in his ear every day, and he was too familiar with this voice.

He raised his head and met Ming Xi who was walking over holding the menu.

Both of them stared at each other awkwardly.

The author has something to say:

Hurry up, let's move in together! (bushi!)