Oral period

"No." Xia Jingzhe shook his head, wiped a few disobedient tears on his clothes, sucked his nose and pretended nothing happened, and then poured bitter water on him—as if he could only tell all the absurd scenes in his dream Only when the other party denies it personally can he really return to reality and not be trapped in a cold dream.

"I dreamed of you... No, to be precise, it was my childhood friend. I dreamed that you were really the same person—that you got some recommended places, and if you want to leave, you won't be short of my medical expenses," He lowered his head, buried his face in the socket of his pillow and shoulder, sniffed the smell of laundry detergent in the collar of the other party, as if he was trying to add the strength to continue, and his voice was muffled, "It's nothing special to say that you left me and left without saying goodbye. The reason is simply bored..."

Zhen Xiaoquan's hand behind him froze, turned his head and kissed his hot side cheek, and asked softly: "And then?"

"Then... now that I'm with me, I don't really like me. It's just that I'm too lonely and want to find someone to be with. I happen to be rich and easy to lie to." Xia Jingzhe paused, and his tone was threatening, "Dream I didn't have time to do it, pillow, if you think so in reality, you'd better tell me as soon as possible, so as not to delay your reincarnation."

But his voice is still a little hoarse, with a strong nasal voice, and the threats in his mouth are not lethal, like a cat that hasn't grown up stretching out its paws, but in the end it turns into a hug.

So Zhen Xiao took his hand, dug it into the soft bed quilt properly, followed his words and retorted rigorously: "No, I'm penniless now, and I still can't live without you."

Xia Jingzhe choked for a second before realizing that he was seriously joking, and couldn't help but squeezed his fingers: "Who asked you this...meaning that you can leave me and fly away when you have money, right?" Right? Okay, I will send you to the hospital today, and I want to see if you can pay for the medical expenses for a few days on your own."

He really doesn't like to talk when he's down, but now he's rolling like a cart, probably to slow down.

Zhen Xiao breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and did not continue to choke him, she stepped back a little to meet his gaze, and said warmly: "I will never be able to do without you in the future - don't worry, I dare not say that all dreams in the world are opposite , but at least this dream won’t come true...don’t cry.”

Xia Jingzhe blinked, as if she wanted to ask him "why", but she didn't say anything, she just put her arms around his shoulders, threw herself into his arms without any effort, and retorted meaninglessly, "I didn't cry."

Zhen Xiao looked at him differently from the person in the dream, and this alone was enough to dispel the uneasiness in his heart. When he came back to his senses, he even looked down on himself in the dream, unable to understand how it was so easy to be led into rhythm at that time, Selfishly dig into the dead end.

It's obviously a double arrow in capital letters and bold. They are in love with each other, and it's not his turn to worry about gains and losses.

However, a few minutes later, he still stretched out his hand to poke the pillow, and asked softly with an attitude that he would rather believe it or not: "Then you won't leave in the future, right? Even if you recover your memory one day and find that we were young I really know..."

Zhen Xiao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out how to count this "even if" - even if there was such a day, the initiative should be in the hands of the other party, and it was not his turn to decide whether to leave or stay.

But after all, Xia Jingzhe told the truth by mistake, he was more or less guilty, so he didn't pursue the logical relationship anymore, after a moment of consideration, he said seriously: "No, unless you drive me away... Forget it, drive me away Don't leave either."

Xia Jingzhe seemed to be very satisfied with his answer, the last tense nerve finally relaxed, and couldn't help yawning, only to feel sleepy after a while, and shook him in his arms: "What time is it?" Is it enough to sleep back into the cage..."

"At 5:[-], if you run to the classroom in [-] minutes, you can still sleep for half an hour," Zhen Xiao recalled for a moment, and added, "But the premise is that you want to go to morning reading—today is Chinese, and the main class in the morning should be They are all used to lecture on test papers, and there is no homeroom teacher’s class, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t go.”

"Forget it, call me in 10 minutes..." Xia Jingzhe lay back on the bed during the speech, pulled up the quilt to cover most of his face, and even the second half of the sentence became blurred, "I want to study hard. "

Zhen Xiao raised her eyebrows, suspecting that she had heard some shocking dreams: "What?"

Xia Jingzhe stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and waved it impatiently: "I said I want to study hard..."

"why?"

"...Because I dreamed of you." Xia Jingzhe turned over, kicked him lightly through the quilt, and silently warned him not to ask any more questions. The 10 minutes of getting back to sleep are more precious than ever.

Anyway, with Zhenxiao's IQ, it's probably not difficult to guess his mental journey by relying on one sentence and the preface and afterwords - dreaming that the person you like is going to be recommended to leave, and realize that you have to work harder to prevent the two It is quite cliche logic to cut off personal contact on the day of the college entrance examination.

Just as Zhen Xiao guessed, the five main classes in the morning did arrange monthly exam papers by coincidence, so Xia Jingzhe, who had been concerned about her grades for a long time, experienced the anxiety of announcing the grades for a long time, and the few minutes before the exam papers were handed out. The subtle torment of not going up or down.

Zhen Xiao didn't react much, and he didn't mind being snatched by him to read the test papers when they were handed out, and played with him a small game of live score estimation.

"How much math?"

"138," Zhen Xiao didn't even look at the test paper turned upside down on the table, just staring at his smooth answer, "Three small questions are empty, I have a headache, and I don't want to write."

Xia Jingzhe lifted up a corner of the test paper in half-belief, saw the score on the answer sheet, and the suspicion on his face was replaced by surprise: "It's really... almost twice as big as mine, are you human?"

The math teacher knocked on the podium to signal silence, interrupting the short-lived noise before and after the distribution of test papers, so Zhen Xiao could only write what he wanted to say in the corner of the test paper, and handed it to him silently.

"If you don't have empty questions, you will be twice as good as you are, but your goal is not full marks, so don't be too nervous."

Xia Jingzhe twirled the pen between his fingers twice and then turned it back, staring at the score starting with seven on his test paper and sighing, thinking that he was not very nervous, but just a little depressed - he used to worry about handing over the score to his family It shouldn’t be too ugly, this score starts at three digits anyway, and occasionally you get lucky and get a few questions right, and you can even jump up to 120.

But this time... the reason for failing the exam was that he was obsessed with love during the exam, staring at his boyfriend's back for a long time in a daze - he himself felt ashamed.

Zhenxiao has always been doing other things with one ear hanging in class, and today was no exception. After glancing at the test paper, he put it aside and picked up the exercise set compiled by the finale to pass the time——Xia Jingzhe should be nestled at this time in the past. Reading comics on the wall, or laying out a piece of draft paper to scribble and draw, come over to harass him from time to time, and show him a certain plot of the comic that he can't understand.

However, this time is different from the past, after the familiar elbow-poking session, what is handed over is not a cartoon, but Xia Jingzhe's math test paper.

In the corner of the test paper, a line of eye-catching marks was written with a red pen, and it was specially circled: Help me see if the correction is correct.

Zhen Xiao raised her brows slightly, and finally figured out where the Ruo Ruo Wu sense of disobedience came from today—Xia Jingzhe actually chose to correct it by herself, instead of throwing it on his desk the moment the test paper was handed out, asking him to help solve.

It is indeed a person who wants to "study hard".

He took the test paper, looked down, and was a little surprised to find that most of the revised answers were correct. A few questions did not find the final solution, but the process was logical, and it seemed to be the result of careful consideration.

Aware of his complex eyes, Xia Jingzhe raised his eyebrows, leaned over and whispered to him proudly: "I have said that I have performed abnormally...but the last small question of the penultimate question, and the last question I I really don’t know how to answer those questions that are empty, Xueba, please help me.”

The next second, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the teacher had just finished filling in the blanks—Zhen Xiao glanced at the topic he was talking about, and felt that there seemed to be another use for him as a tool man, so he nodded with complicated emotions.

The question itself is not too difficult, at least not difficult for him, but it is a bit convoluted. There are too many discussion of function questions in different categories. When encountering such questions in the examination room, he will probably choose to skip them directly, so as not to get involved in headaches. affect subsequent exams.

It would be a headache to do it now, but it was his little boyfriend's request after all, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

In fact, it was already lunch time, and people in the classroom were also leaving in a hurry, but Xia Jingzhe didn't intend to leave. He leaned to the side and watched him do the questions silently. The scene is very familiar.

"Well, when we first met, I also corrected the test papers for you, and then it became my regular job," Zhen Xiao wrote the answers line by line with his chin propped up, his thoughts flowed as if he had memorized a marked answer, "I remember some People are jealous..."

Xia Jingzhe kicked his chair leg lightly, and changed the subject as if trying to cover up: "That time... Forget it, do you still feel pain doing these questions now? Don't do it if it hurts, I will check it myself online. "

Zhen Xiao's writing hand paused for a moment, looked up at him, with a meaningful smile in his words, and nodded unabashedly: "It hurts."

Xia Jingzhe met his gaze, blinked, and felt that something bad was about to happen.

"It hurts, so..." Zhen Xiao put down the pen, leaned closer with an innocent face, and added the second half of the sentence with a volume that only the two of them could hear clearly, "Write a question and kiss, isn't it too much?"