Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Basking in the sun?

Ji Xiaohuan sat in the middle of the classroom, the sun couldn't reach his position, where did the sun come from?

Kuang Mu looked at Ji Xiaohuan's yin and yang attitude and was really disturbed. He stood there and glared at Ji Xiaohuan, then turned and left.

Fast 07:30, the sun rises outside the window.

Today's sun was very dazzling, and it was shining on Kuang Mu's desk. Kuang Mu just glanced out of the window, and then he frowned, his head throbbing with a tendon in pain.

The early autumn in the south is a bit hot, and there are many boys in the class. A few angry boys will run to the last row to turn on the air conditioner every morning.

Coincidentally, the only air conditioner in the class was behind Kuang Mu, and the cold air in the air conditioner would blow onto Kuang Mu's body from time to time as the baffle moved.

Kuang Mu felt that when the wind hit him, he shivered from the cold, but once the cold wind moved away, he became very hot all over.

Kuang Mu sat in his seat and thought about it seriously for a while, whether to turn off the air conditioner, and finally decided to forget it, he was really too lazy to stand up.

Because it is Saturday, the students in the class are not very interested in studying.

In the middle of the math competition class in the morning, Lao Feng had just finished explaining a difficult problem, his vision scanned the class, and suddenly he focused on the person in the last row.

Old Feng threw the chalk onto the podium viciously and shouted.

"Kuang Mu!"

Everyone turned their heads and focused on Kuang Mu.

Seeing that the man didn't answer, Lao Feng knocked on the podium twice with the wooden triangle in his hand, making the podium vibrate, and raised his voice: "Kuang Mu!"

Only then did Kuang Mu hear the sound, his body moved while lying on his stomach, and he looked up in confusion.

"Kuang Mu, come here, stand up." Lao Feng put one hand on his hip, and waved the other hand at him.

Kuang Mu rubbed his eyes and stood up.

Old Feng suppressed his anger, and pointed to a strange geometry problem on the blackboard with the triangle board: "You answer this question."

Kuang Mu supported the desk with his hands, squinting his eyes to read the questions. He didn't know if he just woke up or what. His eyes were blurry now, and the white chalk words on the blackboard seemed to have turned into small bugs, spinning around in front of his eyes. I couldn't see clearly, but I was very dizzy.

Kuang Mu quickly withdrew his gaze and said bluntly, "No."

"Kuang Mu!"

The anger accumulated in Lao Feng's chest was completely erupted by Kuang Mu's attitude. He threw the triangle board on the desk with a bang, and said in front of the whole class: "What are you doing here? Sleeping in class! Exam! Don’t write the exam! Let you read a question, have you read it, and you say no! Last time you got [-] points in the exam, you still don’t think it’s shameful enough! Do you plan to take another [-] points next time!”

The people in the class had never seen Lao Feng get so angry, everyone shrank their necks and dared not speak.

Old Feng's face turned red from scolding: "A student like you is so muddy that you can't support the wall, and you can't even wake up the teacher! If you don't want to come to class, don't come this afternoon...I'm talking to you What! What are you doing!"

Before Lao Feng finished speaking, there was a door knock from the back row.

Kuang Mu slammed the door and went out.

There was silence in the class.

Old Feng stared angrily, walked back and forth on the podium twice, pointed at the students in the audience to vent his anger: "Okay! Both of you are amazing now! You can't even talk about it! I will go to the principal after class. If he doesn't go, or I go! I want to see how capable you all are, go to self-study!"

As soon as Kuang Mu stepped out of the class gate, his face changed. He covered his mouth and walked quickly to the bathroom, his stomach churning.

He almost rushed into the cubicle, knocked open the door of the cubicle, squatted on the ground and vomited out all the food he had eaten in the morning. The pain, like a knife being stirred in the stomach, caused Kuang Mu's face to turn pale, and he couldn't even stand upright.

Kuang Mu thought the bathroom was too dirty, so he braced himself and walked out. Except for the competition class at the end of the corridor, there were no other classrooms.

Kuang Mu moved to an empty class nearby, closed the door, leaned against the door and squatted on the ground with his hands on his abdomen, curled up into a ball, all the cells in his body were trembling with pain.

He has stomach cramps again.

Kuang Mu used to be in pain every time he fell ill and couldn't move, this time it was even more aggressive, as if he wanted to take revenge on him for not eating well recently, being in a bad mood, and not caring about himself.

Kuang Mu buried his head on his knees, panting heavily, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and physiological tears flowed unconsciously.

Faint footsteps could be heard outside the door, Kuang Mu was thin-skinned, afraid of being seen in such a mess, he bit the back of his hand, suppressing the sound of breathing.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps lingered twice that it gradually moved away.

Not long after the lunch break, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the laughter of students rang in the corridor.

Kuang Mu slowed down for a while, and when the noise outside the window gradually subsided, he barely stood up while leaning on the wall. At this time, the students in the corridor were all gone, and no one could see his distressed appearance. Kuang Mu went to the bathroom After washing his face, he straightened his wrinkled clothes in front of the mirror, and he returned to the competition class after tidying himself to the point where he could barely see.

There was a three-hour lunch break. The weather was good today. The students went home and went out to eat. Even a few boys whose families were far away went to play basketball on weekends when no one was on the court. Only Qin Mi stayed In the class, sit at the table and eat bread.

Hearing the sound of Kuang Mu's footsteps coming in, Qin Mi turned her head and kept her eyes fixed on Kuang Mu's face.

Qin Mi's gaze followed Kuang Mu, and she didn't ask cautiously until Kuang Mu sat on the seat, "Kuang Mu, are you feeling unwell?"

Kuang Mu said with a hoarse voice, "No."

After speaking, he lay down on the table and ignored people.

Qin Mi pursed her lips, and now Kuang Mu's face was as pale as a ghost, she naturally didn't believe Kuang Mu's words, but Kuang Mu's repulsive attitude made her not know how to care.

She opened her mouth, but didn't dare to ask more.

Kuang Mu's whole body was weak and exhausted. He closed his eyes and began to feel drowsy. He didn't know whether he was asleep or not. He was very dizzy and his ears were ringing continuously.

It seemed that someone had walked up to him and was talking to Qin Mi. It was a male voice, the voice was familiar but unreal.

Kuang Mu turned over impatiently, and the conversation between the two stopped immediately, and Kuang Mu then slept more peacefully.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, students from the competition class came one after another.

Kuang Mu regained his energy after sleeping, his head still hurt badly, but the cramps in his stomach subsided, he sat up and calmed down, only then did he notice that there were two plastic bags on the desk.

Kuang Mu froze for a moment, raised his hand to lift the plastic bag to his lap and opened it.

One plastic bag contained a bowl of millet porridge, and the other bag contained all kinds of medicines. The medicines were particularly complete, including antipyretics, cold medicines, gastrointestinal medicines, and even before and after meals.

Kuang Mu turned over the medicine, a little surprised.

He has an allergic constitution, and there are several popular medicines that he cannot take, and the medicines in the bag happen to avoid those kinds.

Kuang Mu looked around and found something new. The air conditioner behind him had been turned off, and the water in his glass was still hot.

Ever since Kuang Mu came to Mingcheng to attend high school, he had no relatives or friends around him, and no one cared about him for a long time.

Although Kuang Mu didn't show it on his face, he was very grateful in his heart, but he was not a person who would express gratitude, so Kuang Mu thought for a moment, took out a few red bills from his pocket, raised his fingertips and tapped Qin m's back.

Qin Mi turned around and smiled: "You're awake, did you see the porridge on the table? Hurry up and eat it while it's hot, and then remember to take the medicine."

Kuang Mu pursed his lips and nodded, handed the money in front of Qin Mi, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Qin Mi glanced at the money in Kuang Mu's hand, panicked, and waved his hands again and again: "You...what are you doing!"

"The medicine money for you." Kuang Mu said.

"Ah...I can't take this." Qin Mi blushed, and was a little incoherent for a while.

"Why not?" Kuang Mu frowned, and handed the money forward: "I don't like to owe others things."

"But this... this..." Qin Mi was a little embarrassed, she looked around the class helplessly, and when she turned around, she found that Kuang Mu was frowning and staring at him, feeling a little displeased. Happy.

Qin Mi tried in vain to continue struggling: "Even if you pay for the medicine, it's too much for you...I can't take it."

Kuang Mu's face was even more serious: "The rest is errand expenses, you can take it."

Qin Mi looked at him for a moment, sighed helplessly, and took the money: "Then don't forget to take the medicine."

Kuang Mu didn't want to eat, so he put the bowl of porridge aside after two sips, and picked out two stomach medicines to eat.

Just after swallowing his last sip of water, Ji Xiaohuan stepped on the bell and walked in.

He didn't need to wear a school uniform on Saturday. He was wearing a set of black and white casual clothes. The design of the legs under the trousers made his legs slender.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyes and glanced at Kuang Mu, then moved his eyes away coldly, sat down on the table and started playing with his mobile phone.

Kuang Mu rubbed his sore brows, feeling a little ridiculous.

When he was a child, every time he was uncomfortable, Ji Xiaohuan would spot it at first sight and accompany him to take care of him.

Kuang Mu had been staring at Ji Xiaohuan just now, wondering if Ji Xiaohuan would notice that he was sick, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't even look at him at all.

Kuang Mu shook his dazed head, trying to keep his attention from being occupied by Ji Xiaohuan. Five minutes after the class bell rang, Lao Feng came in with his big triangle board.

Everyone in the class looked back at Kuang Mu one after another. In the morning, Kuang Mu was going to blow up Lao Feng, and Lao Feng even said that he would be in the competition class in the future. Now most of the people are waiting to see Kuang Mu's good show.

But who would have thought that Lao Feng stood on the podium, just looked up at Kuang Mu, and then began to talk about the topic.

Until school was over, Lao Feng didn't mention a word about what happened in the morning.

Little Glasses felt a little displeased, and looked at Kuang Mu a few more times in the afternoon, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only plop his schoolbag away after school to express his dissatisfaction.

Kuang Mu was disturbed by him and looked up at him.

The little glasses drooped immediately, packed his schoolbag and left.

The people in the class were about to leave, and Kuang Mu just picked up his schoolbag and walked outside. When he was blown by the draft in the corridor, Kuang Mu felt that the heat from his whole body was blown away a lot.

He turned his head and looked at the campus outside the corridor. It was very quiet in the school today, only a few scattered students were bouncing around on the playground, playing and joking wantonly. Everything around them was overshadowed by the setting sun. Yellow light, like an old and yellowed photo, although the picture is not clear, it has a different charm.

Looking at this scene, Kuang Mu felt a long-lost tranquility in his heart for no reason, so he started to feel a little greedy, walked a few more steps along the corridor, and went downstairs by another staircase.

This stairway is a bit remote, and there are almost no students who would walk it, not to mention that today is Saturday, and there is no one along the way.

Kuang Mu went down one floor, and as soon as he reached the corner, he saw two elongated figures overlapping each other in the corridor.

One tall and one short, a man and a woman, seem to be in love.

Kuang Mu was not interested in this kind of thing, he wanted to walk over directly, but after seeing who the protagonist was, his face changed slightly, and he immediately turned and hid by the wall.

He knew it was immoral to eavesdrop on this matter, especially the private conversation between a man and a woman, but if that boy was Ji Xiaohuan, Kuang Mu would have no morals to care about.

Ji Xiaohuan still stood still, leaning against the wall slantingly, looking down at the girl in front of him, with a seductive smile in his eyes.

Qin Mi stood in front of Ji Xiaohuan, holding a piece of pink paper in both hands and handing it to him, like a love letter.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't answer at first, he tilted his head to look at Qin Mi for a while, and said a few words.

Qin Mi's face flushed, and the hand holding the love letter stepped forward to pass it on. His hand even trembled a little, and he lowered his head and said a few more words.

Kuang Mu's heart was trembling, he moved forward slightly, holding his breath, trying to hear what they were saying, but their voices were so low that they couldn't hear anything.

After hearing Qin Mi's words, Ji Xiaohuan smiled even brighter. He took the things in Qin Mi's hands and put them in his pocket. Before leaving, he patted Qin Mi's shoulder and said three words with a smile .

Kuang Mu understood the mouth shape of these three words, he was saying thank you.

Ji Xiaohuan left without hesitation, but Qin Mi still stood there and watched Ji Xiaohuan's leaving back, as if he still had something to say.

As soon as the cold wind blew, Qin Mi realized that she should go too. She was about to go downstairs when a cold and gloomy voice behind her stopped her.

"Qin Mi."

Qin Mi's shoulders shook, but when he turned around, he saw Kuang Mu standing on the high steps, his figure leisurely.

It was clear that the sun had not yet set, and the sky was shining brightly, but there was a shadow behind Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu looked at her with downcast eyes, expressionless, his face was still pale and looked weak, but there was an unprecedented chill in his eyes, the chill was so intense that Qin Mi was intimidated, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Kuang Mu Bo's lips moved, and asked her: "What did you give Ji Xiaohuan just now?"

"Ah? What? I...... I didn't give you anything." Qin Mi hesitated.

Seeing Qin Mi's secretive look, Kuang Mu became more certain of his thoughts, the chill on his body became heavier, his fingers were clenched into fists, and his arms were trembling slightly.

"Qin Mi, do you like Ji Xiaohuan?"

Qin Mi was completely stunned. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Kuang Mu narrowed his eyes, and his voice was low, suppressing Ling Ran's anger: "Then what about Ji Xiaohuan, how did he respond to you just now?"