Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

The next day, Kuang Mu got up at five in the morning.

As for how to get close to Ji Xiaohuan, he lay on the bed last night and thought about it seriously all night, until it was slightly bright, and finally came up with a very clumsy solution.

He remembered that when Ji Xiaohuan was young, he hated the trouble of breakfast and often skipped breakfast, Kuang Mu decided to bring breakfast for Ji Xiaohuan today.

It just so happened that today was Saturday, and he could see Ji Xiaohuan early in the morning. Kuang Mu had been busy at home until after seven o'clock in the morning, and rushed to school with two bento boxes.

As soon as he entered the competition class and saw Ji Xiaohuan sitting on his seat, Kuang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Ji Xiaohuan would not come to class if he kept quiet like last night.

Kuang Mu walked to his seat with the lunch box in his hand, and glanced down at Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan was playing the game with his head down, and the villains on the screen were fighting fiercely.

Kuang Mu's hand tightened and loosened, and he put the blue lunch box in his hand on his table.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyes and glanced at Kuang Mu, then quickly lowered his head, and tapped the screen with both hands quickly. He didn't take off the earphones to stare at the breakfast box until the game was over, and asked, "What is this?"

"breakfast."

Kuang Mu's expression was indifferent, as if he had brought Ji Xiaohuan hundreds of breakfasts, he lowered his head and took the book out of his bag without even looking at Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, and pushed the lunch box onto Kuang Mu's table: "No need."

Kuang Mu had already expected that Ji Xiaohuan would refuse, so he put down his book, turned his head to look directly at Ji Xiaohuan, and said in a straight line: "I don't like to owe others anything, I took your coffee away the day before yesterday , this breakfast is for you."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows, and repeated in a drawn out tone: "You, don't you like to owe others things?"

Kuang Mu's eyes darkened, and he immediately understood the sarcasm in Ji Xiaohuan's words.

He and Ji Xiaohuan are always like this, they will never be able to talk properly, they can choke within two sentences.

Kuang Mu bit his lip and responded, "Yes, I don't like to owe others anything."

With no expression on Ji Xiaohuan's face, he lowered his head and clicked on the game again: "I've had breakfast."

The villain in the game has entered the state of war again, but Ji Xiaohuan doesn't feel the same as before. He can feel that Kuang Mu's eyes are red again because of his refusal, and now those teary eyes are looking at him all the time.

In fact, Mu always has a cold face when facing others, as if no matter what happens, his face will not have any emotional ups and downs, but as long as he faces Ji Xiaohuan, everything will be different.

Every time Ji Xiaohuan said something serious to Kuang Mu, those beautiful big eyes would be clouded with mist, as if Kuang Mu couldn't bear the slightest grievance in front of him.

After an unknown amount of time, Kuang Mu's voice sounded muffled, filled with strong grievances.

"Liar..."

Ji Xiaohuan's hands froze while playing the game.

The screen showed that the battle had failed, Ji Xiaohuan took a breath, stopped his hands, looked at the blue and white lunch boxes on the table, and asked in a low voice: "Have you eaten yet?"

".......No."

Ji Xiaohuan stopped talking, he turned off the phone screen, raised his hand to pick up the blue lunch box, opened the upper cover, and his eyes dimmed when he saw the contents of the lunch box.

Xiaolongbao, steamed shrimp dumplings, fruit and vegetable salad, and the bottom layer is fresh soy milk.

These are all Ji Xiaohuan's favorite food when he was a child. The food is fresh and steaming hot. You can tell that it was made by Kuang Mu this morning.

Ji Xiaohuan rolled his Adam's apple, picked up his chopsticks and started eating without saying a word.

Kuang Mu kept looking at Ji Xiaohuan until he saw Ji Xiaohuan pick up the steamed dumpling and put it in his mouth, then he opened the white lunch box and started to eat.

Ji Xiaohuan ate very fast, Kuang Mu couldn't help speeding up when he saw him, this meal Kuang Mu devoured so much that he didn't know the taste.

But after eating this meal, Kuang Mu's mood obviously improved a lot.

He talked a little more than before, and when he looked at Ji Xiaohuan, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, his eyes were filled with a faint smile, and his whole body was filled with bright light.

That beam of light was so warm that it hurt Ji Xiaohuan's eyes.

So much so that Ji Xiaohuan felt an inexplicable sadistic desire in his heart, he wanted to speak several times to suppress the smile on Kuang Mu's face with words.

But every time Ji Xiaohuan met Shang Kuang Mu's eyes, those words that would make Kuang Mu sad were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

In the end Ji Xiaohuan simply regarded Kuang Mu as air and stopped looking at him directly.

Kuang Mu wanted to ask Ji Xiaohuan why he didn't come to class yesterday several times.

But in the end he resisted the urge and didn't ask.

Kuang Mu had a premonition that as long as he asked this question, not only would he not get an answer, but he would also be ridiculed by Ji Xiaohuan like the previous few times.

The relationship between the two has eased a little today, and he doesn't want to continue to make trouble for himself.

In the evening, Kuang Mu took the lunch box home and cleaned it. Looking at the blue lunch box, he secretly counted the time.

The mathematics competition class was disbanded before the National Day of the [-]th National Day, which meant that his time at the same table with Ji Xiaohuan was coming to an end.

There is one Saturday left, and he can bring Ji Xiaohuan another breakfast.

Kuang Mu's eyes curled up thinking of this, and the movements of his hands became much lighter.

At this time, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice, Kuang Mu put down the lunch box, wiped his hands with the white cloth next to him, and turned on the phone with his fingertips.

Qiuqing sent another text message.

The corners of Kuang Mu's curved mouth suddenly faded. He lowered his head and fell silent for a moment, then sat on the sofa with his mobile phone.

Since Kuang Mu promised Qiu Qing to practice the piano together last time, Qiu Qing sent text messages to Kuang Mu more and more frequently.

Kuang Mu was tired of coping, but when he thought that Qiu Qing would not go to look for Ji Xiaohuan in exchange, he endured it in a daze.

——I'll find you in the competition class tomorrow, and sit with you in class, okay?

Looking at this text message, Kuang Mu could even imagine Qiu Qing's slightly coquettish tone, just like she did to Ji Xiaohuan before.

Kuang Mu tapped the screen quickly with his fingers.

——I changed my seat and sat next to Ji Xiaohuan.

After Kuang Mu said this, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

He deliberately mentioned Ji Xiaohuan in front of Qiuqing, as if he was showing his ownership, even if they were just at the same table, but if the two names of Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan appeared at the same time, Kuang Mu could feel it A little satisfaction.

——? ? ?Why are you sitting next to him?

——Teacher Feng changed it.

——Oh...... Then shall we have dinner together tomorrow night?

—I don't eat at night.

Kuang Mu coldly rejected Qiu Qing's invitation, and Qiu Qing replied "Okay" in disappointment, ending the conversation between the two.

In the second week, Kuang Mu planned the recipe several days in advance, and started to prepare breakfast for two early on Saturday morning.

This is the last week of the competition class, and Kuang Mu plans to make purple potato porridge, beef sandwiches, banana crepes, and a fruit salad for Ji Xiaohuan.

While cooking, Kuang Mu thought that the competition class would end soon, and was distracted. The fruit-cutting knife flicked and cut his index finger.

Kuang Mu gasped in pain, blood gushed out from between his fingers immediately.

Kuang Mu was afraid of pain and blood, so he ran around the house in a hurry, took out a few tissues to cover the wound, and searched for gauze and iodine in the house.

No iodine was found, only a bottle of alcohol.

Kuang Mu shook his hands and wiped the alcohol on his fingers, a sharp pain hit him, and Kuang Mu's heart was numb and his eyes were sore.

Kuang Mu breathed towards the wound with trembling lips, bandaged his fingers with tears in his eyes, looked at the unfinished ingredients in the kitchen, wiped his eyes, and finished the rest of the work with one right hand .

It was a bit late after finishing all this, Kuang Mu didn't even bother to clean up the kitchen, picked up the lunch box and rushed to the school.

Ji Xiaohuan hasn't come yet.

Kuang Mu put the lunch box on his table, secretly thinking of words.

Last time, in order to let Ji Xiaohuan accept his breakfast, Kuang Mu took Ji Xiaohuan's coffee under the pretext of giving him back breakfast, but what should he say this time?

Kuang Mu frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any high-sounding excuses. He suddenly saw his bandaged index finger that looked like a rice dumpling, and he began to hesitate.

If Ji Xiaohuan has been unwilling to accept it, then if... Kuang Mu give in and show Ji Xiaohuan his injured finger...

Would Ji Xiaohuan, maybe, be a little soft-hearted?

Thinking of this, Kuang Mu became nervous again, as if a small drum was beating in his heart.

Kuang Mu opened his mouth and took a few breaths of cold air.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that at this time, whether Ji Xiaohuan would accept his breakfast was no longer the point, but whether Ji Xiaohuan would soften his heart towards him......

Now Ji Xiaohuan's attitude towards him is too strange, Kuang Mu can't figure out what Ji Xiaohuan is thinking, he can only try.

Kuang Mu's fingertips felt a little cold, he rubbed his hands subconsciously, and silently rehearsed his speech several times in his heart.

The students in the class came one after another, but Ji Xiaohuan hadn't arrived yet, and Kuang Mu began to look left and right, feeling more and more anxious.

When the class bell rang, Lao Feng walked into the classroom and started class. Kuang Mu panicked. He looked out of the window frequently during a class, and he didn't even open the textbook.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Kuang Mu ran out immediately and caught up with Lao Feng.

"Mr. Feng, why didn't Ji Xiaohuan come to class today?"

Holding the thermos cup in his hand, Lao Feng took a sip of tea, then spat the tea foam on the ground, and said slowly, "He asked for leave today."

"Why did you ask for leave?"

"There is something going on at home, and I don't know the details."

Lao Feng didn't know the reason why Ji Xiaohuan asked for leave, but Kuang Mu didn't get the answer, so he sat back in his seat and started to feel uneasy and thinking wildly.

He wondered if it was because he had been indifferent to Qiu Qing these days, so Qiu Qing found Ji Xiaohuan again.

Could it be that the two got back together?

Once this kind of thought arises, the tormented Kuang Mu is restless.

He took out his mobile phone and pressed his fingers tightly on the screen until his fingers turned white with force. Then he finally made up his mind, clicked on the address book, and sent a text message to Qiu Qing.

--What are u doing?

This was the first time that Kuang Mu took the initiative to send a text message to Qiu Qing, and after a while Qiu Qing actually called directly.

The cell phone rang suddenly, and Kuang Mu was startled, then frowned, walked out of the classroom with the cell phone, and connected the call.

"Hello? Kuang Mu?"

"Well, it's me."

"Why did you suddenly send me a message early in the morning? I was still sleeping just now, and I was woken up by your text message." Qiu Qing's voice rose, with a little sleepiness.

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment: "You were sleeping just now?"

"Yeah, it's only nine o'clock in the morning."

"Nine o'clock..."

Kuang Mu glanced back at the wall clock on the podium suddenly, and then realized that it was only nine o'clock, and most people would not go out to play at this time.

He was so flustered by his messy thoughts just now that he forgot to check the time.

Kuang Mu paused, and asked uncertainly again: "Do you have any plans for today?"

"No~ Do you want to invite me out?" Qiu Qing said with a smile.

At this time, the class bell rang, and the students chatting in the corridor returned to the classroom one after another.

Now that Kuang Mu confirmed that Ji Xiaohuan's request for leave had nothing to do with Qiu Qing, his stiff heart that had just collapsed instantly softened.

The tips of his teeth rubbed against his lips, eager to end this meaningless conversation.

So he said slowly in a clear voice: "There is going to be class here, I will hang up first."

"Huh? Hey..."

After speaking, Kuang Mu ignored the surprised voice on the phone and hung up the phone directly.

He sat back on his seat, his phone vibrated twice, and Qiu Qing sent two more text messages.

——? ? ?

——What do you mean by asking me what I have planned for today?

Kuang Mu didn't reply Qiu Qing's text message immediately, he held a pen in his finger, thinking of other possibilities.

Ji Xiaohuan asked for leave last week, and asked for leave again today.

What the hell is he doing?