Oral period

The last comprehensive exam, from 02:30 to [-]:[-], was finally handed in. Xia Jingzhe was so sleepy that he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He warned himself from the bottom of his heart that he couldn’t delay drawing any more, at least don’t waste work because of being addicted to falling in love. It dragged on until three or four in the morning.

A few minutes later, his obsessed object came over, and he still pulled the chair in front of him and sat down as he did the day before, laying down on the table in a familiar way, stretching out his hand to hook his sleeve, his fingers resting on the white patch on his wrist superior.

The difference is that no one else stayed in the classroom today, perhaps because the monthly exam was completely over, and the students who usually stayed for dinner later to review also went to the cafeteria, leaving only the two of them, as if creating for blatantly intimate contact. opportunity.

"Why post this again..."

"If you don't post it, it will really become tenosynovitis." Xia Jingzhe glanced at it, and explained indifferently, "It's just that I have drawn too much these two days, and I am afraid that the burden will be too heavy, plus the exam... but I have a lot of questions just now, I am too sleepy I can't understand the topic."

As he spoke, he yawned again, speaking as if making excuses to provide evidence.

Zhen Xiao looked at the tiny teardrops on his eyelashes, thinking that this person looked more defenseless than usual when he was sleep-deprived, and it made people want to touch his head and catch up with him to catch up on sleep—so naturally Putting his thoughts into reality, he reached out to pat the little boyfriend's head, and then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's okay to be empty, anyway, it doesn't matter whether you write the score or not... Go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while."

"Have you heard the human language? It doesn't matter if you write or not. I can still do the basic questions..." Xia Jingzhe glared at him, but didn't avoid the hand on his cheek, "Hungry or not?" ? There are too many people in the canteen now, so if you’re not that hungry, order takeaway.”

Zhen Xiao seemed to want to say something, glanced at his bloodshot eyes but still shook his head: "I'm not hungry, let's talk when you wake up."

"Okay, I'll just make up for a while, and I still need to draw a draft tonight." Xia Jingzhe paused, and suddenly remembered something, and his tone became serious, "Don't interfere with my work today, do you hear me?"

Facts have proved that Xia Jingzhe said "for a while" for more than ten minutes. When he opened his eyes again, the sky was dark. He stared at the gray air for a long time, and then remembered to touch his phone to check the time—fortunately, it was seven o'clock Just into the night, not the pre-dawn darkness of four or five in the morning.

"Are you awake?" Zhenxiao's voice sounded in the darkness, from far to near, and finally fell on his ears, "The two alarm clocks didn't wake you up, it was too noisy, so I turned it off."

"Well... why don't you turn on the lights when it's dark—well, what are you doing?"

The former question is about the confusing behavior of the other party sitting in the dark doing nothing, and the latter is because he was suddenly hugged when he sat up, which surprised him.

Zhen Xiao didn't answer the two, and buried himself in his shoulder without saying a word, and the hands around him unconsciously clenched tightly, like a large dog declaring sovereignty.

Xia Jingzhe was startled, subconsciously raised his hand to rub his hair twice, and his tone softened a lot: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm tired from the exam." The reason was a bit vague, but when it came out of Zhenxiao's mouth, the voice was low and hoarse, and it seemed a bit real.

"I'm tired and going to bed," Xia Jingzhe pinched the back of his neck like a cat, and didn't turn on the light, letting the atmosphere gradually become thick and ambiguous, and muttered not too seriously, "Why haven't I seen you tired before..."

Zhen Xiao was silent for a moment, and chose the former between the glib tongue and the proper truth-telling. The hands around his back slid to his waist, occupying his arms as if the whole person was out of strength, sticking brightly: "The one you drew , after the exam, you can charge like this—but you were too sleepy just now, and your conscience is not good."

Xia Jingzhe was dumb, and wanted to say "don't charge if you're not tired", but he felt that his anomaly wasn't all acting. Thinking of the dazed shadow in front of the window when he woke up, he thought for a while, and stretched out a finger to press the button. Pressed the other person's temple: "Aren't you tired? Then I'm going to get up..."

He thinks that Zhenxiao is also quite contradictory at times, opening his mouth to show weakness when seeking favor, and hiding it when he feels uncomfortable, as if he wants to forcibly cut off the causal relationship between the two.

It's like being stubborn even after being exposed by him now, silently shaking his head, but refusing to let him go, stubborn like a kid who is cheating.

But the headache is also real - after leaving the hospital, don't think too much, he hasn't done the questions so seriously for a long time, and he has answered every question thoroughly from the beginning to the end, like holding a comb with his own hands to comb the blood scabs in the veins, so he has a headache from the beginning to the end for a day.

Fortunately, the pain was faint, and it was still within the tolerable range.

He heard Xia Jingzhe's light smile, unexpectedly without irony, it seemed that he just found it funny - the fingers on his forehead were cold, they were also gently circling, and they touched his cheek in a comforting way, which made him laugh. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't study if you have a headache, it's not that I can't afford you."

Zhen Xiao shook his head and didn't say anything, thinking that it wasn't a matter of raising or not, it was a simple question of dignity—not to mention that during today's exam, he could feel that his comprehension ability had declined, and he had to read a question over and over several times to understand it. I fully understand that it is really not a good omen.

"Forget it, it's up to you," Xia Jingzhe didn't argue with him, and said after a pause, "Speaking of which, I plan to stop for a while after finishing this book, and follow the third round of review, and wait until the college entrance examination is over. Open a new one, I have already discussed it with the editor."

Zhen Xiao froze for a moment, raised his head, but couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness: "Why?"

"That's what I planned at the beginning. After all, I have to explain to my family. I don't really want to go abroad now—besides, I can get into a good university no matter what your level is. I don't want to be too far away from you... Cough, It’s not too far away geographically, it’s impossible to get into the same school, and I know it myself.”

Lies that are half-true and false are the most deceptive, even Zhen Xiao was bluffed by him and didn't pursue it further.

But he still lied-about that he didn't want to interrupt his dream to accommodate reality from the beginning.

"So I still need to draw more these two days..." He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and raised his hand to pat the head of the figure pendant, "Are you hungry, let's eat first."

"Speaking of which, tomorrow is the art festival."