The omega in the whole school is not as good as me

The three of them sat down at the small round table in the room, and there was a pot of freshly brewed scented tea on the table.

Su Qi poured a cup for himself and Duan Jiaran, said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I brought this back from a business trip a few days ago, try it."

I can't tell what kind of flower it is, but there is a delicate, elegant and lingering fragrance. Duan Jiaran picked up the cup and took a small sip. The acrid taste was just in the mouth, and the sweetness gradually melted away.

Duan Jiaran doesn't know how to taste tea, but he likes the taste very much. He nodded in agreement and put down the teacup.

"It's delicious. Uncle, do you have anything to say to me?"

Su Qi on the opposite side also put down the teacup he raised, sighed slightly, and glanced at Duan Jiasong who was not paying attention, the answer was self-evident.

Holding a cup of scented tea in both hands, Duan Jiasong, who was savoring it carefully, frowned when he saw the two people looking at him.

He was still wronged just now, obviously he was the one who made the tea, but his father and brother ignored him and didn't intend to share it with him at all.

"Uncle just wants to apologize to you. Uncle has known for so many years that you have helped Jiasong a lot. I have never had time to say thank you to you. In fact, you are more worry-free than my brother. He really wants to One after another, I only found out today that he and your father had discussed about transferring to another school, and Zhou Li was the one who insisted on going."

After uttering these words from his heart, the disguise on Su Qi's face gradually faded, and he looked a little tired.He is not a mature father either, he can't always control his children in education, he is either too spoiled or too strict.

Duan Jiasong, who was on the side, realized his willfulness, and his heart was instantly filled with guilt, so he stretched out his hand and patted his father's back comfortingly.

"It's okay, even my own father may treat me better than you."

At least Su Qi won't misunderstand Duan Jiaran.

However, Duan Jiaran was a little surprised that Duan Yunying agreed to his brother's transfer.

When Duan Jiasong was about to transfer to Zhouli Middle School, no matter how coquettish and angry he was, Duan Yunying refused to let go. In the end, the trouble was resolved only when Mr. Duan came to help persuade him.

This time it was obviously not so serious, Su Qi didn't even know that the two of them had talked about it before Duan Jiasong ran away from home.

Duan Jiaran asked: "Then what are you going to do now?"

He was not interested in Duan Yunying's thoughts, but he wanted to know how Su Qi would deal with his brother. After all, Su Qi, who was always gentle, was so angry that he lost his composure just now.

Su Qi took his son's hand, held it carefully, and looked at the palm that was already a circle bigger than himself, as if he just realized that the child had grown so big.

He sighed and said, "What else can I do, I'm already looking for a house near the school."

You can't ignore your children, Duan Yunying's irresponsible father really doesn't know what to think.

Hearing this, Duan Jiaran lowered his eyebrows and hummed without answering.

Su Qi is a famous architect. He often flies around the world in the first half of each year, and spends half a year with his family.

It just happens to be his busiest time recently.

"Then I..."

Su Qi felt that there was nothing more to say, and was about to get up to say goodbye, but was interrupted.

"Duan Jiasong can live with me." As if making up his mind, Duan Jiaran said.

Forget it, forget about being clinging to and tortured by his younger brother, just treat it as Duan Jiasong owes him a favor, and wait for Duan Jiasong to get rich in the future and then find a chance to ask for it back.

Over the years, Su Qi has actually been acting as a palliative between Duan Jiaran and Duan's father. Whenever the two of them quarreled, Su Qi would always help both sides to speak good words.

But in the end, he still failed to make the relationship between father and son better. On the day Duan Jiaran secretly left Duan's house, Su Qi and Duan's father had their second quarrel since they got married.

This incident was a scar of guilt in Su Qi's heart, he didn't want to trouble Duan Jiaran any more, so he shook his head.

"Need not……"

"Don't be polite to me, I haven't thanked you for the soup you made when you were hospitalized."

Duan Jiaran interrupted his refusal again.

During the hospitalization, the family would send different tonic soup every day, Su Qi was afraid that Duan Jiaran would refuse to drink it because he made it himself, so he said that the soup was made by the aunt at home every day, and he was not allowed to waste it.

But after living at home for so many years, he still knows what his aunt's cooking smells like.And there is also the small speaker Duan Jiasong secretly leaking the secret, Duan Jiaran already knew the truth.

Su Qi didn't expect that everything he did would be noticed long ago. As an elder, he felt a little blushing. Before he could speak again, the phone call came in.

The sound attracted the attention of several people. Su Qi wanted to hang up directly, but seeing the name displayed on the screen, it seemed that it was not easy to do so when the children saw it.

"Hey."

Su Qi still picked up Duan Yunying's call, walked aside, and said in a distant tone.

Yes, the matter of Duan Jiasong made them quarrel for the third time in their married life.

Since the first greeting, Su Qi didn't speak again, and kept listening to what the other person said.

Not knowing what Duan Yunying said, Su Qi's tightly pursed lips twitched slightly, and finally let out a slight snort from his nasal cavity.

"Okay, okay, let's talk."

Su Qi blushed, and replied in a perfunctory tone.

Turning around, he saw that the two children were looking at him with deep meaning. Su Qi felt that he was about to be sweated by the embarrassing heat.

Seeing that the elder was still so tired at such a young age, Duan Jiaran made an unbearable expression and shook exaggeratedly.

"You'd better go back quickly. It's fine for Duan Jiasong to leave it to me. Just let him go home as soon as the holiday is over. You should take this opportunity to go to the world of two with Duan Yunying."

Although he knew that the children had grown up, Su Qi was still embarrassed to hear Duan Jiaran's teasing words.

It would be a bit pretentious to say no now, so Su Qi had no choice but to agree, but he still planned to stay and cook lunch for a few children.

"Don't drive me away at noon, I will come here more often in the future, let your stomach get used to the food I cook as soon as possible." Su Qi said playfully.

His cooking skills are good, but there are not many opportunities to display them. Now that he is worried about his son, he will definitely visit him often, which gives him some opportunities to display his interests.

"Goodbye uncle."

As the only person in the family who is free, Ning Guang sent Su Qi downstairs and watched him leave.

The other three are working to clear out the vacant house for Duan Jiasong to live in.

Not long after lunch, Duan Jiaran told his roommates that his younger brother would live with them in the future.

Hearing such sad news, Zhao Qiyou remained calm, and even revealed a hint of joy in his tone: "Really? That's great."

Duan Jiasong, who had already seen the real face of this person, would not believe that the other party would really be surprised, and just wanted to find out what the other party was going to do.

Sure enough, Zhao Qiyou immediately answered: "Jia Song and I have eyes, and we get along well. I'll help him clear the room."

He volunteered, anyway, Duan Jiasong can no longer sleep in the same bed with his brother tonight.

Duan Jiaran frowned in confusion, he didn't see where the two got along well, they hadn't even spoken a word.

But he didn't refuse, just said: "Okay, I'll be with you."

It is absolutely impossible for them to stay alone in the same room, Duan Jiasong also stood up, saying that he doesn't need to bother this roommate brother, he can come by himself.

Anyway, that's it, the three of them completely forgot about the existence of Su Qi and Ning Guang, and rushed to clean the extra room.

When Ning Guang came back, he looked at Duan Jiasong who was grabbing the rag with Zhao Qiyou, and remembered the conversation between Zhao Qiyou and him.

While the three of Su Qi were talking in the room, the two of them sat awkwardly together on the sofa, very far apart.

"Do you want that kid to suffer a little?" Realizing that Duan Jiasong might stay, Zhao Qiyou suddenly said this.

"what?"

Facing Shang Ning Guang's puzzled expression, Zhao Qiyou also felt that his statement was a bit naive, so he pursed his lips: "It's nothing."

Does this "boy" refer to Duan Jiasong?Why?Ning Guang watched Zhao Qiyou look away indifferently, tilted his head and stared at the air in a daze, and didn't think any more.

When returning to school on Monday, Duan Jiaran sent his younger brother to report to the new class early in the morning.

It's the experimental class next door to Duan Jiaran.

"Ah, why didn't you share with my brother again?"

Coming out of the director's office, Duan Jiasong complained with a bit of pouting.

Duan Jiaran didn't follow his temper, and said coldly: "Just separate the wall, don't lose your temper."

Before his brother came to comfort him, Duan Jiasong had no choice but to put away his pretentious posture, nodded and went to his classroom honestly.

The weekly exam was that night, and Duan Jiaran, who was determined to at least pass the Guo Lesheng exam, spent the whole morning reviewing the notes left by Ning Guang.

Many people came to chat with him, but he refused them all. The students who wanted to play with him were surprised by his efforts.

"Then Zhao Qiyou is going?"

The students changed the invitees.

"No, another day."

Because the fake O Hua who said he wanted to help Duan Jiaran was extremely unstable, Zhao Qiyou didn't dare to take the risk of leaving Duan Jiaran alone, so he also refused.

"Why don't you go?"

After finally having a physical education class, Duan Jiaran still remembered that Zhou Li's basketball court was the place where Zhao Qiyou frequented, and he thought Zhao Qiyou would go there with his classmates.

The other party turned his head and curled his mouth and said, "When you are free, let's go together."

When he met the other party's gaze, Duan Jiaran couldn't help but dodge his eyes a little. He always felt that Zhao Qiyou's eyes were a little warm, and he didn't know what was wrong with him.

After wandering his mind for a while, Duan Jiaran realized that his deskmate was always inseparable from him recently, his pheromones were much more stable, he forgot to take his medicine last night, and there were no emergencies today.

He realized the reason why Zhao Qiyou didn't go to play.

"Or, you can learn with me."

Duan Jiaran hardly gave Zhao Qiyou any benefit in the agreement to help him heal his illness, but he still kept his promise.

Duan Jiaran was a little moved, he had never been such a good friend to himself, and he didn't know how to repay him for a while.

Thinking that Zhao Qiyou's grades should be comparable to his own, he opened his mouth to invite, and moved his own information to the middle of the table between the two.

Zhao Qiyou: "...Okay."

Move the stool towards Duan Jiaran.

There was a small wind outside the window, a precursor to rain.

The air flow passed Duan Jiaran's hair. He pointed to the knowledge points with a pen and was explaining responsibly. Maybe his chin was lifted by the wind. Reflecting his own face.

"Are you listening carefully? What are you staring at me for?"

Duan Jiaran complained angrily as a strange feeling came to his heart.

Zhao Qiyou's tone was relaxed, with an obvious smile: "Didn't you turn around to look at me first?"

"You read the book honestly!"

This time, Duan Jiaran turned his head to look after talking for a while, to make sure that the tablemate was not fishing for fish.

At the end of the day's class, it was raining lightly outside the classroom. In order to facilitate the exam, they didn't go home and had dinner at school directly.

The difficulty of the weekly exam is not small, and Duan Jiaran's contribution is still very meager. If you don't take the exam seriously, you really don't know that it will be so painful to write with your heart.

He was scratching his head by the rare topic, but when he turned his head, he found that the deskmate who was separated from his seat by a small gap was already spinning his pen leisurely.

"Why don't you write?"

Duan Jiaran thought he was giving up on himself, kicked Zhao Qiyou's stool anxiously, and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qiyou turned his head to look at Duan Jiaran who was leaning slightly and half-covering his lips to look at him, his eyes glanced over his answer sheet inadvertently.

"I wrote what I could."

Hearing the explanation, Duan Jiaran frowned slightly, without any doubt, although he hoped that Zhao Qiyou would struggle like himself, but he didn't say any more.

The weekly exam takes two nights. When I returned home after class on Wednesday, the school sent a text message to remind me that the weekly exam results on the educational administration system had been announced.

Perhaps the hard work really paid off, Duan Jiaran's score was not only higher than Guo Lesheng's, it was not particularly bad in the grade.

[Of course: (transcript.jpg)]

Duan Jiaran triumphantly sent the transcript to Guo Lesheng to show off.

He turned around and asked about Zhao Qiyou's grades, but he didn't expect that it was not as low as he imagined, it was only one point lower than his score.

Duan Jiaran felt a little embarrassed when he remembered that he still felt that he was not up to date.

He hadn't figured out how to alleviate the embarrassment in his heart, when he received his complacent WeChat message, Guo Lesheng immediately sent out a bombardment from embarrassment.

At the same time, Zhao Qiyou also received a message on his mobile phone.

[Ningguang: I agree to your previous proposal. ]

The author has something to say:

After looking at it, it feels like Brother Zhao copied Jiaran's answer, but in fact it is our mighty brother Zhao Qiyu who controls the score! ! (stand up salute.jpg)