paranoia

"Yangyang, are the midterm exam results coming down soon?" Guan Zhiwen turned his head slightly, and looked at Song Wanzhou and Song Jing sitting in the back row.

Song Kuanyu put on the plaster and rested all night, but his waist still hurt and he couldn't move, so he asked the teacher to change his class and asked for two days off, and waited for Guan Zhiwen to send the two children to school, and then sent him to the hospital.

Song Wanzhou sat stiffly, his right shoulder was numb, and Song Jing fell asleep leaning against him at some point.

Last night Song Jing insisted on pestering him to tell him about his childhood.

Song Wanzhou can remember most of the episodes that are hard to let go of. After telling Song Jing about the heavy thoughts in his heart, he was inexplicably relieved. Also love the coquettish side.At the end of the chat, Song Wanzhou also forgot when he fell asleep. When he woke up, Song Jing was no longer in the room, and he was not sitting on the bed, but lay down comfortably under the quilt.

Song Wanzhou lightly touched Song Jing's cold face with his fingertips, and supported his head that was shaking with the car. With a slight smile on his lips, he nodded slightly and whispered, "Well, I'll send you and Dad a text message when I get out today."

Guan Zhiwen also saw that Song Jing was resting with his eyes closed, and his voice naturally dropped, "Don't worry, mom trusts you."

"Don't affect your mood if you get a good test or a bad test, just try your best." Guan Zhiwen stared at the red light countdown, and turned down the radio music, "Recently, Yang Yang seems to be much happier, did he meet new friends? "

"No, Ah Yu and the others have been quite busy recently, but I have met some of Xiao Jing's friends." Song Wanzhou smiled lightly. He basically stayed with Song Jing for the past two weeks, and even Bai Yiyu had little contact. Han Junjing was free. I would still ask him out to meet each other, but because I wanted to make up lessons for Song Jing, I refused every time.

If you want to talk about happy things, it seems to have something to do with Song Jing.

Thinking of yesterday's promise to Guan Zhiwen to help her record the video, because he was also on stage, he forgot about it, Guan Zhiwen didn't say anything, but asked Song Jing to tell her next time there was a show, she wanted to go look.

When it comes to Bai Yiyu, Guan Zhiwen always has a lot to say.

"Ah Yu is the same child, knowing that he is not in good health, but still trying to show off." Guan Zhiwen sighed softly, "When will I call him over to play at home again? I haven't seen him for a long time, and I still miss him."

"And his grandma, I don't know what's going on with her health."

Driving past the speed bump, the back seat shook. Before Song Wanzhou could protect Song Jing, he felt the person on his shoulder move twice and woke up.

Song Jing slowly opened his eyes, and there was a smile in his sleepy eyes, like a little beast just waking up, rubbing its hair on Song Wanzhou's neck, and putting Song Wanzhou's hand on his face Holding it in his hand, he yawned and sighed contentedly.

"Brother, so soft."

"Xiao Jing, how old are you, and you still make trouble with your brother." Guan Zhiwen saw Song Jing's coquettish behavior through the rearview mirror, pursed his lips, and blamed him.

Song Jing didn't refute, but just buried in Song Wanzhou's shoulder and couldn't get up, his eyes were sleepy, he played with Song Wanzhou's fingers, rubbing them lightly on his fingertips, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and every breath sprayed the scorching breath on him. On Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou felt a little itchy on his neck, and moved subconsciously. Song Jing held him down, brushed his hair, and whispered, "What body wash did brother use?"

"Isn't there only one bottle at home?" Song Wanzhou replied.

Song Jing's natural movements made him unable to refuse.

Song Jing bought the breakfast. Even Guan Zhiwen, who got up early to prepare breakfast, was surprised that she hadn't woken up yet, and the table was already full of steaming food.

Song Jingqian laughed out loud, sticking her lips to Song Wanzhou's school uniform jacket, gently sticking out her tongue, and licked the fabric with Song Wanzhou's smell with the tip of her tongue.

"But I think my brother is much more fragrant."

Seeing that he was about to reach the gate of No. [-] Middle School, Song Jing slightly spread his legs, and his schoolbag slipped off his body.

"Xiaojing," Song Wanzhou tilted his shoulders, and said softly, "It's covered."

Song Jing sat up straight, raised his eyebrows lightly, and stared at Song Wanzhou's slightly closed lips, "Won't brother pick it up for me?"

Song Wanzhou only treated him like a child, rubbed his sore shoulders, and bent down to reach for the bag.

The black bag was stained with dust on the ground, he patted it, saw the safety amulet tied to the shoulder strap, and subconsciously touched the red string around his neck, "Did Xiaojing ask for one too?"

Song Jing took back the bag and put it on, "I'll keep the old brother's one."

"Xiao Jing, stop making trouble with brother." Guan Zhiwen stopped by the road, turned his head, and frowned slightly at Song Jing who was behaving strangely, "Yangyang is here."

"Mom, Xiaojing, I'll go now." Song Wanzhou tidied up her school uniform, put on a brooch, and said goodbye to them with a smile.

Guan Zhiwen followed suit and waved, "Take care of yourself."

Song Jing leaned half of his body out of the car window, grabbed Song Wanzhou's arm, moved closer, leaned into his ear, and said in a deep voice, "Brother, I will miss you."

Guan Zhiwen turned his head and drove towards Yucai.

Seeing Song Jing in the rearview mirror who was expressionless and who was smiling and talking just now, Guan Zhiwen frowned slightly, his eyes were full of doubts, and asked softly, "What did Xiao Jing say to brother just now?"

Song Jing recalled the smell on Song Wanzhou's body, and when he heard Guan Zhiwen calling him, he slightly raised his eyes, met Guan Zhiwen's gaze, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Mom, it's a secret."

Going up the stairs and meeting the school committee holding the exam paper, Song Wanzhou helped share half of it, "School committee, is this the test paper for the midterm exam?"

"Well, our class and Class Nine's." Shen Yiyi and Song Wanzhou met their gazes, blushed and staggered away, and nodded slightly.

Shen Yiyi, the school committee member, is a thin and frail girl. She is not the best in class ten, but she has the softest temper.The teacher of the subject usually called the students to help them carry the test papers and homework. The real No. 1 in Class Ten thought it was troublesome and wasted time. He found Wu Tao to resign and recommended Shen Yi, who was not there at the time, to be the school committee.

Shen Yiyi really likes things that others don't want to do. With the opportunity to communicate more with the teacher, her grades have improved a lot.

"Song Wanzhou, have you heard?" As soon as they reached the office, Shen Yiyi walked behind Song Wanzhou and bumped him lightly with her elbow.

Song Wanzhou stopped, turned around, and asked softly, "Huh? What's the matter?"

"The number one in age fell to the next class, and our class didn't even get the second place. Lao Wu is sulking all by himself now." Shen Yiyi stopped Song Wanzhou from outside the office, glanced at the quiet office, He lowered his voice, "Put down the test paper later and leave, but don't hit the bullet hole."

Class [-] and Class [-] are science experimental classes in the second grade of high school. On the surface, they are brother classes, but in fact, the teachers of the two classes are competing with each other.In the past, you came and went, and the first grade took turns. Since Wu Tao failed to snatch people, the skippers from the first year of senior high school went to Class Nine, and their class has always occupied the first place in the grade.The more Wu Tao worried, the worse the grades of Class [-] were compared to that of Class [-], especially the head teacher of Class [-] would show off in front of Wu Tao as soon as possible every time his grades came out, making Wu Tao feel ashamed to drink cold water.

Wu Tao was not in a good mood, and every time he handed out the test papers, he would sulk, and he couldn't vent his anger on the students who had already worked hard, so he had to stay in the office and not go anywhere until the anger subsided.

He Yi, the head teacher of class nine, was right next to Wu Tao, and whenever Wu Tao got angry, he wouldn't go anywhere, just sitting there to scare people off.

At this moment, Wu Tao was staring straight at He Yi who was talking to the students with a dark face. Seeing Shen Yiyi and Song Wanzhou coming over with the test papers, he glanced at He Yi who was smiling happily, and reluctantly asked them to take Class Nine hugged him to the table.

"Mr. He, the math test paper for your class." Song Wanzhou smiled politely.

The girl who was chatting with He Yi with her back turned away from him turned her head with surprise on her face, looked at Song Wanzhou, and said delicately, "It's you?"

Song Wanzhou also recognized that the girl standing in front of him was Song Jing's ex-girlfriend, and Song Jing had been injured in a fight for her.

Song Jing didn't tell him her name, so Song Wanzhou nodded and said gently, "Hello."

"Song Wanzhou, do you know Cen Youfan from Class Nine?" Wu Tao asked suspiciously.

It turned out that Xiaojing's ex-girlfriend was called Cen Youfan, Song Wanzhou pursed his lips, with a calm expression, and explained: "I just met once."

He Yi glanced at the disappointed Wu Tao, and said with a smile: "Song Wanzhou, this is Cen Youfan from our class, who came up a grade higher. She is only 13 years old this year. Even though she is younger than you, she has one of the best learning abilities." powerful."

"Teacher He, I know him," Cen Youfan combed his double ponytails, with his hands behind his back, and the ponytails and skirt would sway slightly as she turned around when talking, "He is my friend's brother."

Song Wanzhou didn't like the look in Cen Youfan's eyes, like a hunter looking for prey, aggressive.

I thought I had said hello and would never have any more contact with Cen Youfan, but I didn't expect to be stopped at the back door by her smiling brightly after school.

"Brother Wanzhou," Cen Youfan was young and petite, standing on tiptoe outside the door, with a shy smile on his unpainted face, winking at Song Wanzhou, "Can you call me that?"

Song Wanzhou frowned, but finally nodded.

After getting the answer, Cen Youfan stomped his feet excitedly, "Brother Wanzhou wants to go home with Brother Jing? Maybe I can go with you?"

Song Wanzhou pursed her lips, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Xiaojing is not in a good mood recently, maybe not."

Song Wanzhou, who had never been able to say no, said 'no' for the first time, and even lied that Song Jing was in a bad mood with a blank face.

Cen Youfan didn't expect someone to reject her, his face stiffened, then returned to normal, lowered his eyes, and said regretfully, "Then, brother Wanzhou, can you bring me a letter to Brother Jing?" She picked it up from her backpack He took out a pink letterhead, bit his lower lip, and raised his hands in the air, hoping that Song Wanzhou would accept it.

Song Wanzhou had already rejected her proposal to travel with her. It would be unreasonable to refuse even a letter, not to mention that Cen Youfan was Song Jing's ex-girlfriend.He had no choice but to accept it, and promised to help her bring it.

Cen Youfan was not as happy as imagined, raised his face, pouted his lips, and said softly, "Brother Wanzhou, don't forget~"