hello little angel

Teacher Luo Wenxin, the head teacher of the first class of the second year, is known as a moderate school. Most of the students in the class are either rich or expensive. The little boy can turn the sky around in Zhaoyuan Middle School.

Therefore, Mr. Luo has a good impression of the small class monitor with excellent grades and good personality, and often pulls him to the office alone to express condolences.Today is the same, but the reason is a little different from usual.

"Xiao Yu, the teacher sees that you have gotten closer to classmate Jiang He recently. Are you... getting acquainted?" Luo Wenxin is 48 this year. He is a typical old-school literati, with the arrogance and stubbornness unique to intellectuals.

As for Jiang He, who sleeps a lot in class, he has the attitude of "a dead wood cannot be carved", and he is the kind of person who wants to separate him from the "good student" Chao Xingyu.

Although the recent Jiang He is quite different from usual, not only in his class, but also in the classes of other teachers. Whenever Luo Wenxin transfers to the classroom, he can always see Jiang He listening to the class. Although his attitude is relatively lazy, it is indeed a change. Great, as for the reason...

The little squad leader stood upright and upright, and he looked like an excellent seedling.

No matter what, Luo Wenxin still insists on his set of ideas.

"Don't get me wrong, the teacher just saw you standing together and talking during the big class, and you were also tutoring him in the evening self-study. In the past, this was a very difficult sight. Although it is important for students to supervise each other, I still hope that you Put your own studies first, do you understand what the teacher means?"

"I understand, Teacher Luo." Chao Xingyu glanced at the door of the office, a small piece of school uniform was exposed from the door, and Jiang He was standing outside the door waiting for him.

"It's good that you understand." Luo Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip from the teacup on the table, and said in a somewhat rigid tone: "You also know that the conditions provided by the parents of the students in our class are relatively good, just like Jiang He. Classmates and the like...they have more or less access to school."

"The teacher said these words to you because he trusts you. Students like you, as long as they persist in studying hard, there will always be a day when they will stand out. At that time, no one of them can compare to you."

【Is this teacher misunderstood Xiao Yu? 】The more the system listens, the more it feels that something is wrong. Doesn’t this mean that his host’s material conditions are not as good as those of other students, so he can only be a hard-working poor ghost? [Wow, please, please, how can their group of drizzles compare to my little rain! 】

"Ms. Luo, how did Jiang He get into school?"

"The Academic Affairs Office shows that it is a transfer from the entrance examination, you know, the teacher is not clear about the specific situation in the middle."

"Transfer into the exam, I know." Chao Xingyu nodded politely, "I will help him with tutoring, Teacher Luo, don't worry."

Chao Xingyu's voice is clear and clear, as frank as the wind blowing through the wilderness. His eyes are bright and clean. Luo Wenxin, who is reflected in those eyes, feels a little ashamed. When it comes to trusting others, he who has gone through hardships clearly Not as good as this vibrant young man.

"Why do you like to stand up so much? Do you have to stand wherever I go?"

Chao Xingyu walked ahead, and Jiang He quickly followed. He scratched his head, and wanted to ask Luo Wenxin what he had said to him, and whether he told him not to associate with him, but what position did he have for asking this? What about?

So the words came to his lips, he turned a corner, and talked about something unimportant: "...I've prepared a meal for you. It's on the second floor of the cafeteria. Do you want to eat now?"

Speaking of eating, Zhao Xingyu, who was called to the office after the fifth class, was indeed hungry. He had to admit that Jiang He looked thick-handed and thick-footed, but he was actually quite careful.

"Is there sweet and sour fish?"

"I made two copies, and I'll give you mine too."

Zhao Xingyu was secretly happy, knowing how difficult it is to get sweet and sour fish in the lunch cafeteria, usually he can't eat it a few times in a semester, but with Jiang He's help, he can eat it every time!

Jiang He's footsteps are at the same level as Chao Xingyu's. During this period of time, he has been getting closer to Zhao Xingyu. He can often see the small curvature on Zhao Xingyu's face, which is quietly hidden by his master. Whenever he feels satisfied or happy It will pop up slightly, with a very cute smile, making people who discover it, such as Jiang He, unconsciously follow him and feel happy.

One of the reasons why he always followed Chao Xingyu closely was because he was afraid that those people who had seen Chao Xingyu would come to him and hurt him. They knew the address of Jiang He's school and would not dare to look for Qin Xu, so they might come to him Trouble with Zhao Xingyu.

This is what he owes Zhao Xingyu, and he will definitely take responsibility to protect him.

"I'm going to find Qin Xu after school tonight, do you want to come with me?"

It was Qin Xu again.

Jiang He shook his head, picked up the two people's dinner plates and went to the recycling place. If it was really about protecting Chao Xingyu, then he was far inferior to Qin Xu.

Zhuo Zhuo has been very annoyed recently, she was the one who was pursued by Xiao Yu and asked to study before, but recently this special treatment fell on Jiang He, who was notorious for being bad in the class after transferring to a new school, not only late self-study, but also Even lunch breaks and big class breaks should be occupied by light rain.

"How did this B appear out of nowhere? How did Xiao Yu play with him so well? Is he dead if he is my palace?"

Sitting on Zhuoyou's right hand, Wu Xian saw the love and hatred of the three of them, with a secretive expression at this moment: "You go home to eat at noon, so I don't know. It was quite embarrassing for us."

"Can you bear this?" Zhuoyou gritted his teeth.

Wu Xian looked at Jiang He, who was in the last row by the window. He was holding an empty box of herbal tea in his hand, sitting on the seat with his long legs spread apart, and his expressionless face looked very unfriendly.

Wu Xian was a little timid, how dare he compete with Jiang He: "I can bear it. I won't kill you at the door."

"Just wait, I'll deal with him sooner or later." With an evil little plan in his mind, Zhuo Liang grinned grimly, and the physics book in his hand was also crumpled.

The Saimo that Chao Xingyu customized was half finished, and the body was all matte black. Qin Xu's hands and feet were already fast, but it still took nearly two months.

"Cool, isn't it?" Zhang Shi held a cup of milk tea in his hand, and pouted towards Qin Xu who was shuffling the car on the workbench, "Don't look at Qin Xu's face all day long, he is actually more serious about loading and changing cars than anyone else."

Chao Xingyu skillfully took a few sips of the milk tea, and in his sight was Qin Xu's back working hard in a sweatshirt: "Since he likes to modify racing cars, why doesn't he drive to participate in the competition by himself?"

"About this... kid, you can ask him yourself." Zhang Shi exhaled smoke rings pretending to be aggressive, his black stubble only showing the vicissitudes of life: "Who didn't have a story or two when he was young, I did too, you Want to know?"

"I don't want to." The child replied decisively, "I'm not interested in things from the last century."

"...The mouth is so poisonous, it's bad to learn from Qin Xu." Zhang Shi supported his chest and walked away in pain.

Chao Xingyu intuited that Qin Xu's dream had something to do with the car, and it would be great if he could ask at the right time, guessing is so troublesome.

"Tired of waiting?" Qin Xu stood up and looked for a cigarette. Seeing the child staring at him stupidly, his dark eyes did not move, "If you really like riding a motorcycle so much, I can teach you when you grow up. But that will be two years later, and there may be no chance.”

The working room was a bit stuffy, and flying insects hit the incandescent lamp above their heads from time to time, making a scorching sound.

Chao Xingyu also imitated Qin Xu's appearance and sat on the steps with bent legs, but he sat upright and could never imitate Qin Xu's unruliness.

"Why no chance? You can teach me two years later."

Zhao Xingyu heard Qin Xu's deep laughter from his chest, his black eyes were blurred by the rising smoke, "Is it really stupid to study? Don't you want to study after the college entrance examination?"

"Then you teach me now, and I promise to study hard." Zhao Xingyu waved his hand and fanned away the smoke between the two, his beautiful eyes were full of earnestness.

Qin Xu looked at him for a while, shook his head and stood up again, he threw away the remaining half of the cigarette, "Don't do it, I don't teach children, trouble."

Having said that, Qin Xu went to pick up the car.Chao Xingyu is not convinced, this person always calls him a child, not to mention the first two mission worlds, he will be seventeen this summer, and he will be eighteen soon after the college entrance examination, he is not a child!

"I just--"

boom!The tools that Qin Xu could not pick up in the future were still scattered on the ground, and was stepped on by Zhao Xingyu who hurriedly stood up, lost his balance and fell back to the ground.

"Uh...it hurts..." Clutching his ankle, Chao Xingyu sat on the spot and wrinkled his little face, tearing from the corners of his eyes in pain.

"Tsk, what are you doing with your eyes?" Qin Xu moved faster than Chao Xingyu. He knelt in front of Chao Xingyu on one knee. Although his tone was serious, he lifted Chao Xingyu's calf very lightly.

Chao Xingyu put his hands back on the ground, let Qin Xu take off his shoes and socks, and held that white foot in front of his eyes to examine it carefully, as if observing the parts of a motorcycle.

"The ankle is a bit swollen...does it hurt?" Qin Xu held Chao Xingyu's small sole with his big hand, turned it gently, and at the same time raised his head to observe Chao Xingyu's reaction.

"It doesn't hurt as much as before..." Chao Xingyu moved his toes tentatively, and his pearl-like round fingers made trouble on Qin Xu's knee.

The back of the white feet showed a beautiful arc under the light, and Qin Xu's eyes fell on the white, tender and lovely foot like its owner in the palm of his hand, and he felt dazzled, and he was unwilling to look away.

"I'm fine, just go back and ask Aunt Xu to apply some ice to me." Zhao Xingyu couldn't move his foot back, so he could only lift his right hand and touch Qin Xu's forehead with his fingertips.

In the view from bottom to top, Zhao Xingyu's face was closer to Qin Xu, his eyes looked forward to the streamer, and there was water in them, allowing him to see his own shadow.

It was probably because of the pain that she shed some tears. Chao Xingyu's voice was a bit waxy, and he was more coquettish when instructing others. He instructed Qin Xu without any grievances: "Why are you in a daze, you carry me on your back."

Qin Xu put down that foot in a daze, put on the shoes and socks for someone else, turned around and waited for Chao Xingyu to climb onto his back.

"Okay, let's go!" Chao Xingyu hugged Qin Xu's neck and pressed him tightly.

Gee.

Qin Xu's heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the two dangling calves beside him, his expression was not good-looking.

The author has something to say: I feel a little bit in my heart, he is almost finished!