After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

Xu Jiaping wisely did not ask Song Jiqiu why he appeared here.

It's an unspoken secret.

He put down his schoolbag and sat next to Song Jiqiu, and took out the blank homework in the schoolbag. His mind went blank for a rare moment. He managed to find a pen and thought about writing his name on the cover of the homework.

Even if I don't know how many years ago I didn't do my summer homework, but being seen by Song Jiqiu is another matter.

Song Jiqiu laughed, but didn't sneer: "Did you really not move a single word?"

"En." Xu Jiaping responded in a low voice.

Song Jiqiu wanted to say something else, but the homeroom teacher hurried in to preside over the record: "Students, our class is the noisiest in the whole corridor!"

Everyone quickly put away their homework.

The teacher in charge had never seen any turmoil, and he didn't know about the small movements of these students, so he just pretended not to know.

He put down his briefcase and walked to Song Jiqiu's table: "Jiqiu, Teacher Chen from the physics department asked you to go to the office."

Song Jiqiu didn't return to the classroom until the morning self-study was over.

Song Jiqiu didn't expect that Hu Su's excuse to be in the same class with Xu Jiaping would finally get revenge on him. He arranged a training camp for the physics competition just after the school started, and packed them up and sent them to the next city for closed study.

"I have to go for a week." Song Jiqiu came back from the office and sat down to tell Xu Jiaping.

Since the beginning of school, Xu Jiaping seems to have finally finished the work at hand and stopped staying up all night. During the daytime, he was sober for several days in a row, holding his hand and admiring the eyes of the teacher, which made several teachers surprised and panicked.

However, Xu Jiaping seems to have really settled down and started to try to study. Right now, he is looking at the sample questions in the exercise book.

Hearing Song Jiqiu's words, he raised his head: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to the training camp." Song Jiqiu sighed, "Together with those from other schools."

However, Yuanqi Xiao Song quickly cheered up: "One week is not long, I will be back soon."

Just leaving for a short week, it seems that it is not suitable for the sorrow of parting that hurts the spring and autumn.Moreover, Xu Jiaping's reaction was indifferent, it didn't look like he would feel any reluctance just because he left for a week.

"When to set off?"

"Gather at the school gate at six o'clock tomorrow morning to take the bus."

"Okay." Xu Jiaping nodded, and continued to study the topic.

Running a competition is a very energy-consuming thing. The preliminary round is approaching, Song Jiqiu stayed up late for several days in a row, and got up early the next day. At five o'clock in the morning, he arrived at the school gate in a daze, found a tree to lean against, and closed his eyes. on the eyes.

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed.

someone is coming.

Song Jiqiu opened his eyes, ran over with his schoolbag on his back and raised his head: "Why are you here?"

Xu Jiaping was wearing a black jacket, and his complexion was even paler and stern under the dim light: "I'm here to see you off."

He handed Song Jiqiu a bag of breakfast: "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Jiqiu took it over, smiling brightly: "I got up too early, I didn't want to wake up the housekeeper, so I didn't eat, thank you."

"Study hard." Song Jiqiu had to say something before parting, thinking that it would be difficult for Xu Jiaping to study, so he changed his words, "Take a good rest."

"Okay." Xu Jiaping took the extra plastic bag from Song Jiqiu's hand, and agreed casually.

The departing school bus arrives and he is about to depart.

"Go." Xu Jiaping gently pushed his shoulder.

Song Jiqiu ran into the car and found a seat and hurriedly looked out the window.

The sun had risen to the sky, and Xu Jiaping was shining brightly under the sun.

Song Jiqiu pressed his forehead against the window, palm prints were printed on the glass, and silently mouthed: "Bye."

His frustration early in the morning dissipated at once, and they would have many partings but also many reunions.

The people next to him didn't see Xu Jiaping's figure, and when Song Jiqiu turned around, he joked, "What flowers out there captivated Qiushen's eyes?"

"No..." Song Jiqiu said, "There are no flowers, but a four-leaf clover."

The others didn't take it seriously, and passed away with a smile.

The training camp gathered animal contestants from several schools in Rongcheng and the neighboring city, and specially invited teachers to teach.

In fact, it can be regarded as changing to a small black room to study endlessly.

Song Jiqiu studied intensively for a day, his mind was full of various formulas, and he picked up his phone wearily.

Xu Jiaping's profile picture was changed to a picture of the moon in the blurry night at some point, and he didn't give Xu Jiaping a note, the other's name was a capital letter C.

The other party left him a message, took a question, and asked: [How to do it? ]

It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, Xu Jiaping has to take the initiative to ask questions.

Song Jiqiu cheered up all of a sudden, tore off a piece of draft paper, wrote down the process of solving the problem, photographed it and sent it to him.

The person opposite replied in seconds: [Are you finished? ]

Song Jiqiu was obsessed with whether Xu Jiaping understood this question: [Do you understand it?This question is very typical and can be used as a sample question. If you don’t know anything, you can ask me again. ]

The chicken talks with the duck.

The chat between two people is not on the same channel.

[C:...]

[C: Are you tired? ]

Song Jiqiu stared at this question, and slowly lay down on the table, suddenly as if his whole body was soaked in warm water, comfortable and tired.

To make an inappropriate analogy, for example, when you fell down when you were a child, you can bear the pain, but as long as someone cares about you, you will not be able to bear the grievance.

[a bit tired. ]

He is a person who is not used to complaining about suffering and being tired, no matter how big or small it is, he swallows it in his stomach. Yuan Lin once joked that if Song Jiqiu said he was tired one day, it meant that he was about to pass out and go to the hospital.But in the face of Xu Jiaping, no matter how small the discomfort would be magnified, he always had a spontaneous dependence on him.

[Are you studying by yourself last night? ]he asks.

[C: Skipped class. ]

Song Jiqiu was defeated by this kind of sincerity, and laughed again.

The roommate who came out of the bathroom joked: "Qiu Shen, how about chatting with your girlfriend?"

Song Jiqiu was surprised: "No..."

His eyes still kept their downward arcs, and he didn't understand what he was saying.

The classmate threw the towel on his shoulder: "I still said no, my tablemate chats with the person he likes just like you, smiling like a flower."

The classmate next to him echoed with a full face: "Yeah, you can tell you're in love just by looking at it."

"Hey." The classmate teased, "It's not a girlfriend, it seems that I just have a good impression. Who is so good that Qiushen can fall in love with him secretly?"

Song Jiqiu stopped in time and threw him a clean towel with a smile: "Wipe your hair, the floor is full of water."

"Oh, I'm shy and changed the subject!" Several people booed loudly.

Song Jiqiu ignored them and put on his earphones. The moonlight shone right in front of his window, and he held his pen without moving a word.

like……

Do you like Xu Jiaping?

On the same moon, the moonlight in Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School is also shining brightly.

The air in the classroom was too stuffy, so Xu Jiaping took the corrected paper and sat down in front of a flower bed in the school. While replying to Song Jiqiu's message, he corrected the mistakes on the paper.

He looked at the "typing" chat box with a smile on his lips.

Opposite the flower bed is the school's honor roll, which posted the outstanding students of the No. [-] Middle School in recent years, and Song Jiqiu was on the list impressively.

A ID photo was pasted on the name, with black hair and a white shirt, warm eyes, and straight lips without any serious feeling.

He lightly touched the pear dimple on the photo with his fingertips, and sighed.

People are always pushing the boundaries.

When he thought he would not be in the same class as Song Jiqiu, he made up his mind to say goodbye.However, when he finds out that Song Jiqiu is his deskmate again, he will long for more.

He knew that he and Song Jiqiu were going through a present with no future, but Song Jiqiu had to leave for a short week before he realized that he couldn't bear it at all.

Parting is a more painful thing than imagined.

Xu Jiaping is not a person who just sits and waits to die, but he is often timid when facing Song Jiqiu.

But because it is too painful, it overcomes timidity, so since you want it, you might as well give it a try.

He picks up his phone and sends a message:

[Song Jiqiu, let's go to college together. ]