Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu didn't listen carefully to a single class.

Sitting in the last row, he looked past the crowd and stayed on Ji Xiaohuan.

This angle happened to be able to see half of Ji Xiaohuan's profile.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't attend the class either, but kept his head down and drew on the paper the whole time.

Qiu Qing on the side was even more presumptuous, lying on the table, staring intently at Ji Xiaohuan's painting, saying a few words from time to time.

Ji Xiaohuan would stop the pen in Qiuqing's hand when she was talking, and look sideways at her, from time to time, she leaned close to Qiuqing to say something, causing Qiuqing to squint her eyes and laugh, and then he turned his head and continued to revise on the paper with the tip of the pen.

As the sun sets, anyone who sees this scene will only feel that it is too beautiful.

After watching for a long time, Kuang Mu felt that his eyes were dry, his heart was beating wildly, a breath of cold air was inhaled into his lungs, and his stomach suddenly felt cramped.

With a muffled snort, his face turned pale in an instant. He put one hand under the table and pressed down on his abdomen fiercely. He could even feel his stomach throbbing in his palm.

This tingling pain was so familiar to Mu that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

He is not in good health. He has been soaked in medicine jars since he was a child. He has a lot of problems, including stomach problems, and he is too delicate.

Can't be hungry, can't be cold, can't even have big mood swings, but he hasn't been in such severe pain for a long, long time.

Kuang Mu couldn't sit still anymore, he lay down on the table, bit his lower lip and took a deep breath to try to calm down the rebellion in his body, before he had time to think about why the sudden pain was so severe.

Fortunately, Mu's deskmate has small glasses, and he is studying with his head down every day, so he can't hear any movement around him.

After Kuang Mu slowed down for a while, he barely moved his hand away from his upper abdomen.

With trembling fingers, he took out a bottle of white medicine box from his schoolbag, his fingertips turned white from the pain, and poured out several painkillers with a whimper, and poured them into his mouth without counting.

Now is the season of September, most of the people in the class have to wear short-sleeved clothes, only Kuang Mu wrapped his long-sleeved coat tightly, sweating layer after layer, but still shivering uncontrollably.

Kuang Mu shrunk his body and lowered his head, staring blankly at the table. Finally, he closed his eyes, and his thin eyelashes were stained with tears. He felt very angry and a little wronged.

Just because of a broken seat, he made himself like this.

Kuang Mu couldn't help thinking that he was really sick, and he ran all the way here to torture himself.

The math competition class is held from the last class from Monday to Friday, evening self-study, and the whole day on Saturday.

So far, the intensive class has started for a week, but except for the class reported on the first day, Ji Xiaohuan and his girlfriend never came to the class again.

So Qin Mi and the other girls began to gossip.

They said that Ji Xiaohuan didn't come to class because he was with Qiuqing.

Ji Xiaohuan is very good at studying. Last year, he was No. 1 in the province's math competition. He has learned a lot of knowledge in the competition class, so he doesn't need to come and listen, while Qiu Qing is the opposite.

She is not good at math, and she only signed up to accompany Ji Xiaohuan. Although she met the registration requirements, she will definitely be at the bottom of the competition, so there is no need to save her.

The couple didn't need to attend class, so they simply skipped class together.

When Kuang Mu heard this, he was lowering his head and taking notes.

He made a typo, crossed it out and wrote it again.

After writing wrongly three times back and forth, Kuang Mu felt annoyed in his heart. He squeezed the pen holder tightly, his fingertips turned white, and wrote the word on the notebook stroke by stroke with great force.

The paper was torn, and the pen scribbled to the next page.

Kuang Mu put down his pen, raised his head and said to Qin Mi, "Can you keep your voice down?"

Qin Mi looked back and saw Kuang Mu's brows were tightly frowned, his eyes were raised, looking a little cold and fierce, Qin Mi immediately didn't dare to speak.

A few days later, Mr. Feng finished his basic knowledge points and entered the course of real test practice.

Ji Xiaohuan and Qiu Qing finally came to class.

In the evening self-study, Teacher Feng sent out a set of real test papers. This was the first test for entering the intensive class. The top students were all struggling to compete.

Kuang Mu, on the other hand, took his time and wrote a few random strokes on the paper. Feeling a little tired, he raised his hair in a daze.

Ever since he took this position, he always looked at Ji Xiaohuan involuntarily, and sometimes Kuang Mu felt that it wasn't that he deliberately went to see Ji Xiaohuan, but that Ji Xiaohuan's seat was too conspicuous. When you look up, you will inadvertently look over, and then you can't move your eyes anymore.

When Ji Xiaohuan didn't come to class, Kuang Mu looked at the empty seat and felt that his heart was also empty, and he didn't have the energy to do anything.

But now that Ji Xiaohuan came, and Qiu Qing followed, he felt even worse when he saw the young couple chatting and laughing in class from time to time.

He saw Qiu Qing say a few words to Ji Xiaohuan, Ji Xiaohuan pushed the paper to the side, Qiu Qing buried her head and started copying.

"Cheating." Kuang Mu whispered to himself.

Kuang Mu is not a nosy person, but now he is extremely annoyed by this kind of behavior, no matter how you look at it, it is not pleasing to the eye.

When school was over, everyone handed in the test papers, and the little glasses had a bad face, and they lowered their heads and took out the competition textbooks from their schoolbags and continued to work hard.

Qin Mi was arguing with his tablemate about the answer to the last question.

She turned around to ask Xiao Glasses to check the answer, but when she saw Xiao Glasses' expression, she choked back and turned to ask Kuang Mu: "Kuang Mu, what is your last question? I wrote 78, I The number at the same table is 32."

Kuang Mu packed his schoolbag, his face was calm: "I didn't write it."

"Ah?" Qin Mi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Kuang Mu's math score is No. 1 in the class, even if he has small glasses, he can't pass Kuang Mu's test. Although today's question is not easy, it is definitely not difficult for Kuang Mu, but Kuang Mu didn't write it.

Teacher Feng stood on the podium, and Teacher Fang next door walked into the classroom to discuss with him. Teacher Feng glanced at the papers on the podium, and waved to Ji Xiaohuan who was walking to the podium: "Ji Xiaohuan, put Workbooks delivered to the office, and..."

There are not only exercise books on the podium, but also a stack of papers collected, which cannot be carried by one person.

Teacher Feng looked back and forth, trying to find another boy.

"Teacher, I'll move." Kuang Mu walked to the podium.

Kuang Mu was never a proactive person. Teacher Feng was stunned: "Okay, you two send the books to my office. My office is on the fifth floor opposite."

Teacher Feng's office is very far away. You have to walk through a small flower bed to the opposite building and climb up to the fifth floor.

Ji Xiaohuan picked up the heaviest exercise book on the desk.

Kuang Mu followed behind and picked up the papers, then turned his head to look at Ji Xiaohuan, and said in a low voice: "You have too many, let me help you move some."

The weight difference between the exercise book and the paper is not 01:30.

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at Kuang Mu for a while, then put the exercise book back on the table, furrowed his head at Kuang Mu, and said with a smile, "Come on, help me."

No matter how you look at Ji Xiaohuan's action and expression, it is a bit irritating, Kuang Muwei looked up at him without moving.

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two became turbulent.

Qiu Qing looked around, not understanding what happened to these two people, she stepped forward and smoothed things over: "Let me move some."

"No need." Kuang Mu pushed Qiu Qing's hand away, angrily picked up the heaviest pile of exercise books, and strode forward on his own.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's back with a half-smile, and picked up the paper with one hand.

The night wind was a bit cold, and Kuang Mu walked very fast along the way. The pile of exercise books might not be a big deal to Ji Xiaohuan, but it was very heavy to Kuang Mu. He felt sore in his hands and feet after walking for a while. Tired and start panting.

But Mu still didn't slow down.

Partly because he was angry, and partly because Qiu Qing and Ji Xiaohuan were chatting and laughing not far behind him.

The two of them didn't know what they were discussing, Ji Xiaohuan's voice was low and not clear, but Qiu Qing's laughter was very ear-piercing.

The students in the teaching building had already left, and the voice-activated yellow lights in the quiet corridor were flickering.

Kuang Mu held his breath, stepped on the stairs with a thud, and climbed up to the fifth floor. When he put the exercise book on the desk, his tired eyes darkened for a while, and he couldn't breathe. uniform.

Kuang Mu felt like he was running 1000 meters in one breath, and his heart was beating so fast that he was about to spit it out of his mouth.

He closed his eyes tightly, panted heavily with his red lips slightly parted, trying to calm his heartbeat.

Not long after, Ji Xiaohuan pushed open the door of the office, and saw Kuang Mu propping up the table with both hands, his forehead was dripping with sweat, his face was pale, but his cheeks were extremely red.

All the teachers in the office left, Ji Xiaohuan put the papers on Teacher Feng's desk, turned around and walked around Kuang Mu to leave.

Kuang Mu opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and stopped him with a hoarse voice: "Ji Xiaohuan."

Ji Xiaohuan paused, turned to look at Kuang Mu.

Ji Xiaohuan's height is 189, half a head taller than Kuang Mu, his brows are cold, and his whole body has an impressive aura.

Many girls like Ji Xiaohuan, because he loves to laugh and is so close.

When Ji Xiaohuan smiles, all his sharpness is restrained behind the smile, but when he is not smiling, his sharpness is undisguised, which is intimidating.

But Kuang Mu knew that it was the real Ji Xiaohuan who was feeling cold all over his body.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't speak, but just looked at Kuang Mu coldly, waiting for him to say something.

Kuang Mu didn't want to look at Ji Xiaohuan's cold eyes. He turned his head slightly, then pursed his lips and said, "You haven't come to class for a few days. Teacher Feng taught some new knowledge. I can lend the notes to you. Take a look."

Kuang Mu's neck was slender, his eyelashes fluttered slightly under the light, and his face was as pale as a fragile glass ball, as if he would shatter with just a little force.

Ji Xiaohuan stared at his eyelashes for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, half leaning against the wall, and resumed his previous cynical attitude: "Kuang Mu, do you pay so much attention to me?"

Kuang Mu didn't speak.

"What are you plotting again?" Ji Xiaohuan's tone was mocking, as if a soft whip had been whipped on Kuang Mu's heart, aching and sore.

Kuang Mu closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled even more.

Kuang Mu thought that he and Ji Xiaohuan hadn't seen each other for five years, even if Ji Xiaohuan's anger was raging, it should have dissipated after these five years, even for the sake of them growing up together, But I didn't expect that under the influence of time, not only did the anger not dissipate, but it became more and more intense.

After a while, when Kuang Mu opened his eyes, his eyes were red with tears, but he stared at Ji Xiaohuan stubbornly, and said word by word: "Ji Xiaohuan, believe it or not, I never drew anything from you."