Just hug me

With half an hour left before get out of class ends, Qi Hao stared at the biology book on the desk in a daze.

Today is Friday, a day of liberation, and he is thinking about what to do after school, surf the Internet, play ball, or go home.

The class representatives wrote down the homework of each subject on the whiteboard. The marker pen with the new ink cartridge just replaced the writing clearly, leaving thick and fat marks on the whiteboard, giving off a dizzy smell.

Zhu Yao recorded the homework content one by one. She had a notebook dedicated to transcribing the homework of each subject, just like elementary and junior high schools. The only thing she had to do was to ask the parents to check it and sign it.I am meticulous about my homework every time.

Qi Hao was amazed when he saw it, he only said that girls are serious and careful in doing things.

He often half-jokes: "Zhu Yao, I'm really embarrassed to see you like this."

Zhu Yao chuckled: "You still know how to be embarrassed, I thought you didn't have the words sense of crisis and shame in your dictionary. However, if you can learn from my good habits, I don't mind. "

Qi Hao shook his head and sighed softly, "No, I mean you are so serious, but every time you are still behind me in the test, I feel very embarrassed."

Zhu Yao: "..."

"You go to die. Die far away, don't die in front of me."

On that day, Qi Xiuhong personally issued the "don't care about him" order to give up. As the team leader, Mo Yichuan certainly wouldn't just give up like this.He didn't ask Qi Hao to mediate the problem, instead he went to his tablemate Zhu Yao to have a long talk.

With the death order issued, Qi Hao is not allowed to be lazy any more.

Zhu Yao enjoyed it, holding high the banner of inspector, Qi Hao could only rely on himself.

Usually there is not much homework, and the questions are repeated over and over again to form those knowledge points, and he has basically done the real questions no less than twice, and he can finish it soon, and then go home with an empty schoolbag.

If there is too much to write, he will leave it alone.Talk about it the next day.

The phone vibrated twice, and Qi Hao didn't need to guess to know that it must have been sent by the elementary school boy.

He reached into the table bucket and pulled it twice, fumbled for the mobile phone among the textbooks, and looked at it with one hand on his forehead.

-Song Ming: Are you there? [Knock Knock]

-Song Ming: Senior, is there something to do after school?

The corners of Qi Hao's eyes curled up, and he replied: something has happened.

-Song Ming: Ah... I wanted my senior to accompany me to a place.Senior, is there anything important?

go somewhere?Qi Hao was a little curious, he thought about it and edited the news.

- Qi Hao: It's not important, just go home.

The news came back very quickly. Song Ming should really need to find him for something, and has been waiting for the news with his mobile phone.

-Song Ming: Oh, that's all right.

Then a long voice was sent, Qi Hao raised his eyebrows, isn't it time for self-study, there should be a class teacher watching on Friday, why did he still send a voice.

Qi Hao lowered his head slightly, lowered the volume of the phone, and clicked on the message.

It was Song Ming's voice: "I want to buy some tutorial books later, do you have time, senior, can you go with me? I'm not very good at picking books, I'm afraid I bought a bunch of unnecessary ones, senior will accompany me there ok ok ok ok ok?"

The tone of the last sentence dragged on for a long time, and the voice was soft and waxy, soft and tickling.

Qi Hao couldn't help thinking, how could Song Ming be so spoiled.

He thought that he also had a few books to buy, and smiled back a long series of "go with you" and "good good good good good".

Qi Hao stuffed the phone back into the table bucket, and when he turned around, Zhu Yao looked at him strangely.

He wondered, "Is there a problem?"

Zhu Yao frowned tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Qi Hao, have you been in a relationship recently?"

Qi Hao also frowned when he heard this, and said, "How is it possible, I didn't talk about it."

Zhu Yao retorted: "It's impossible, I look alike. It was said on Weibo that a person suddenly often giggled at his mobile phone for a certain period of time. He either has someone he likes or is in love. You were chatting with someone just now. Bar?"

"No, it's just that a primary school boy has something to do with me, and you've seen it before."

"I have something to do with you every day?" Zhu Yao said mercilessly, "Is it still a good thing? Seeing that you are smiling so happily, you are almost becoming an idiot."

Qi Hao gave a absent-minded "hmm".

I don't know if I listened or not.

He seemed to have caught a glimpse of a figure passing by the window just now, but now there is no one there.

The phone vibrated, and another voice message was sent, Song Ming said, "I'll wait for you outside."

Qi Hao looked outside the classroom, and a hairy head popped out. Song Ming was holding on to the window sill, revealing half of his face, with a shallow smile, locked on to Qi Hao's position, and winked at him.

Qi Hao was stunned for a moment, and Song Ming ran over with 10 minutes left before get out of class.

All the school rules seem to be decorations in Song Ming's place.

Sitting on the podium, Mo Yichuan followed Qi Hao's line of sight and looked out the window. The corridor was empty, and there was no one there.

When the bell rang, Qi Hao grabbed his schoolbag and was about to walk to the door of the classroom. Cheng Ye was faster than him and walked to the back row first.

"Go online later?"

"See you next time." Qi Hao said, "I have something to do today."

"Damn... what can you do?"

Cheng Ye was about to argue about something, his eyes were wandering, and he accidentally met Zhu Yao's eyes, and he couldn't say a word.

Qi Hao patted him on the shoulder, said that he really had something to do, and walked out.

"You ran out when you just sent the message?"

Qi Yao frowned, "What are you doing in such a hurry, the bookstore can still run away."

Song Ming pursed her lips, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, "The bookstore can't run, but you have feet to run. I'm afraid you left without seeing the news, so I came here to wait for you first."

"Skipping class again, how many times is it, according to what you say, do I still have to praise you?" Qi Hao said.

Song Ming blinked and nodded: "Praise."

Qi Hao patted him on the head indifferently, as a punishment, "The school is for you, right?" After thinking about it carefully, it seems that his family really runs it.

Song Ming's eyes flickered, and the corners of her lips drooped, "I was waiting for you."

Qi Hao sighed, "I didn't hurt you, why did you get wronged?"

"How dare I." Song Ming said.

The sour gas was almost overflowing, Qi Hao looked at his pitiful appearance, couldn't help rubbing the top of his hair,

"Don't touch it, your hair will be messed up." Song Ming said with a frown.

When Qi Hao heard this, he intensified the strength of his hand instead, as if he was stroking the coquettish raccoon cat near the neighborhood, Song Ming's hair curled up a few frizzy in a short while.

"Senior, you are too much, I am not a cat or dog."

Qi Hao said in his heart, um, the little cat is blown up.

Song Ming's mouth was full of dissatisfaction, but she didn't avoid Qi Hao's movements. After he moved his hand away, she smoothed her already soft hair.

Then he took out a small round mirror from the side pocket of his schoolbag, looked at it, exclaimed, and glared at Qi Hao while pressing the top of his head: "You have already felt the static electricity!"

Qi Hao sneered: "Why do you love beauty more than girls, take a mirror with you."

Song Ming emphasized: "I pay attention to appearance!"

Qi Hao smiled and said: "Yes, pay attention to your appearance, haha ​​let me see if you still have a small comb in your side pocket."

Song Ming put away the small mirror sideways, and walked forward angrily.

There are only two small bookstores outside the school, and Qi Hao and Song Ming took a few bus stops to go to the bookstore that sells supplementary funds.

During the rush hour after school and get off work, there are many people on the bus, and there is almost no place to get off.Qi Hao held onto the armrest tightly, blocking Song Ming in front of him the whole time like protecting a chicken.

At every station, people came up and squeezed back, and the two were forced to stick very close.

Song Ming looked back at him from time to time, but didn't speak, and rubbed the tip of her hair against Qi Hao's chin.

Qi Hao kept a straight face and told him not to move.

Song Ming turned around again, and asked with those innocent eyes: "What's wrong?"

Qi Hao didn't speak, he freed a hand, pressed his head and turned around.

After not stopping for half a minute, Song Ming looked back again, not letting him turn his head, so he raised his face, tilted his chin to reveal his smooth neckline, and said in a broken voice, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Qi Hao couldn't help his fuss, moved forward a few minutes, wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pressed his chin on his head, and sighed: "Song Ming, I'm a little worried about your height."

"...My mother said that I was born prematurely, and I will grow up in the future." Song Ming also answered seriously, "Is there a problem with being short?"

"Girls like tall boys, you should drink more milk, otherwise you won't be able to find a partner in the future." Qi Hao said casually.

Song Ming whispered softly, "It's fine if you're tall or not."

"What are you talking about?" Qi Hao asked.

Song Ming scratched her face, not knowing why, "Huh? What?"

The classification of the supplementary funds in the bookstore is very clear. Qi Hao asked him what type he wanted to buy. With Song Ming’s ability, there is no need to buy textbooks to interpret this kind of textbook. .

Song Ming faltered and nodded repeatedly, and he would respond to whatever Qi Hao said, just two words, whatever.

Qi Hao suspected that he didn't take it seriously at all, and didn't take it seriously, "Have you heard it, just keep um."

"I heard it." Song Ming said in a low voice, "In fact, I have all these at home, and they are almost piled up..."

"What did you just say?" Qi Hao raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, it's okay, doesn't the senior also have books to buy? You read yours, and I read mine." Song Ming said.

The upper grade materials are on the upper floors, and the lower grades are rarely purchased, so they are piled up on the ground and lower floors.

Song Ming was too lazy to stand up, so she squatted on the ground and moved around.Seeing him like this, Qi Hao couldn't help feeling amused, and asked, "Song Ming, are you growing mushrooms? The schoolbags are all on the ground."

After speaking, he asked him to raise his hand, took off the schoolbag and put it on his back.

After a while, Qi Hao found two books he wanted, and leaned over to watch Song Ming's progress.

"I'm ready!"

Song Ming didn't notice Qi Hao beside him, she stood up abruptly, bumping her head into Qi Hao's chin.

"It hurts!" Song Ming cried out while covering her head.

"I'm in more pain than you."

Because of squatting for too long, Song Ming's eyes darkened for a while, his footsteps turned around, and he swayed to the side. Qi Hao had quick eyesight and quick hands, and reluctantly picked him up.

The book in his hand fell down, and there was a lot of movement.

The administrator came over to ask what's the matter, and when he saw the book with a broken corner on the ground, his expression was not very good.

Qi Hao still supported Song Ming and didn't let go, saying that he would buy books that were broken.

The manager was still not at ease when he heard the words, staring at the two of them from the side, muttering a few words in his mouth, if you fall in love at a young age, you will fall in love, what is going on in the bookstore.

The voice was not low, and the two people behind the bookshelf could hear it.

Qi Hao didn't speak, but glanced at her, his eyes were a bit cold, not like a high school student, the administrator moved his position uncomfortably, and changed his standing posture.

The two settled the bill and walked out, Qi Hao's empty schoolbag finally gained some weight.

Fortunately, those are all he needs.

Qi Hao glanced at his phone and found that there were two missed calls, both from his mother Yan Suyun, he was wondering whether to dial now, when the call came again.

He picked up the phone and walked towards a quiet place. Song Ming was very sensible and silent, waiting for him a few meters away.

"Hey, Xiaohao, school should be over by now."

Qi Hao responded, saying that he was buying books with his classmates, so he didn't receive the call.

Every time Yan Suyun called, she would repeat the questions that all mothers would care about, asking him if he was eating well, how the weather was, and whether the living expenses were enough, and Qi Hao answered them all seriously.

Finally, she mentioned Qi Hao's unresponsive messages, explaining that she was too busy and forgot to reply.

He thought about it, it was already a few days ago.

A phone call ended in a hurry, Qi Hao couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

He remained silent for a long time, so long that he almost forgot that there was Song Ming waiting behind him.

Song Ming asked him with a smile: "Senior, do you want ice cream?"

When he walked forward, he was already holding two glasses of smoothie, "Mango or Strawberry, which one do you want?"

Qi Hao was stunned for a moment, but didn't reach out to pick it up, "Whatever."

Song Ming urged: "Take it away, I'm going to be frozen to death! Hurry up!"

Qi Hao took the mango-flavored smoothie, and when he saw Song Mingbei's bloody hand, he subconsciously clenched his hand.He thought of when he went out to play in the snow when he was a child, and when he got home, his father stuffed his red hands into his clothes and pressed them against his stomach to warm him up.

Song Ming said that her physique is not very good, regardless of winter or summer, as long as it is cold, it is difficult to warm up her hands for a while, so Qi Hao took another cup directly, "I will help you, just drink it together."

Song Ming said with a smile, "Senior is so kind."

Qi Hao snorted softly: "You just found out."

It was getting late, and there were already a lot fewer people at this moment, and the two walked towards the station.

A few young women with shopping bags approached, and before they arrived, they brought a burst of rich and tangy fragrance, muttering about the current fashion styles, and where to go later.

Qi Hao recognized one of them from a distance, a woman in a tight white dress with big wavy curls, she was the one who lived in his house during this time, Qi Xiuhong introduced it once, but Qi Hao didn't remember what it was called, it seemed that her surname was Sun .

"Hey, isn't this Xiaohao?" the woman called out.

The voice was high-pitched and thin, Qi Hao frowned, his jaw line was tense.

Whether you are three years old or 30 years old, as a human being, you will inevitably have to deal with people you hate.

Song Ming glanced back and forth between the two of them, tugged on Qi Hao's clothes, Qi Hao didn't move, he suppressed the emotion in his eyes, watched the woman approaching, and shouted: "Little Mom."

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