The plot is different from what I thought [Quick Transmigration]

There is a saying that goes well, you get what you pay for.

Went to Teacher Liu's home to make up Chinese for a summer vacation, and Zhou Qi's Chinese average score rose from 120 to 125.

The average score of Chinese in the first grade is above 135.

The monthly exam papers were handed out, and Zhou Qi got exactly 125 points, and he saw that the score at the same table was 139 points.

The language difference is 14 points, and the total score is 54 points.

The higher the grade, the harder it is to improve your grades. When you are [-] points behind the first grade, it is easy to mention a [-] point difference, but when you are [-] points behind, it is difficult to mention a [-] point difference.

Although Zhou Qi's desire to win is already very strong, he still has to admit: Now, the countdown to the college entrance examination on the back blackboard is 150 days, and he has not yet passed Fu Mingzhi's exam, so he is almost dead.

This was originally an unfair thing. He is a professional e-sports student, and his studies are equivalent to becoming a monk. He is a bit behind Fu Mingzhi's starting line.

It's like asking Fu Mingzhi to leave school to play e-sports and ask him to beat him in solo.

But it's unfair.

If you fail the exam, you will get no points, and if you don’t get any points, you will have to travel a few more worlds.

Sitting on the playground, Zhou Qi thought: Let’s go to as many worlds as possible, anyway, I’m not wasting my time here.

It is another possibility to complete life.

In December, the study tasks were already very intense, but Zhang Feng still tried his best to save a physical education class for Class 12 every week.

Yan Yi was holding the basketball, surrounded by five or six male classmates who were shoulder-to-shoulder, and shouted at Zhou Qi from a distance: "Zhou Gou, are you coming to play?"

Zhou Qi gave Yan Yi a middle finger: "Don't go!"

Fu Mingzhi chuckled, and stretched out his hand to Zhou Qi: "Don't sit on the floor, it's dirty."

Zhou Qi glanced at him, took Fu Mingzhi's hand slowly, and stood up.

Behind Fu Mingzhi was the iron fence, and Zhou Qi propped his hands on the fence obsessively, just wrapping Fu Mingzhi between his arms.He grew taller, and Fu Mingzhi also grew taller, so Fu Mingzhi was still taller than him.

The physical education class that Zhang’s class teacher saved was ingeniously held on the first class early on Monday morning. There were only a few small groups of students in twos and threes on the playground, all of them were from Class 21.There was no one around them.

Fu Mingzhi's Adam's apple moved, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The school uniforms of the good students are clean, without any extra folds.

In the early morning, the air was humid with a layer of water mist, and the good student looked peaceful and quiet, as if the breeze and the moon were invisible.

Zhou Qi let go of his hand all of a sudden, sat back on the ground, and lazily said: "I want to bully you in the playground."

But it didn't work out.

Fu Mingzhi stubbornly pulled Zhou Qi up again, tidied up Zhou Qi's school uniform, knocked off the dust, and said calmly, "Don't mess around outside."

Fu Mingzhi was very close, and the heat of the two was entangled in his breath.Zhou Qi felt strange and uncomfortable, stretched his neck to look elsewhere, pretending not to see that Fu Mingzhi was very close to him, and muttered in a low voice: "Is it not outside or inside?"

I don't know if he heard it wrong, but Zhou Qi seemed to hear Fu Mingzhi's very low "hmm".

The monthly exam had just ended, and Zhou Qi was so disheartened that he returned to the dormitory at night and went to bed at nine o'clock.

Once you sleep, you can relieve your worries, and when you sleep, you don't care about your fucking language.

He is a lone wolf.

Lone wolves don't need language.

So the first grader spent a lot of effort on psychological construction, and spent a lot of effort on suppressing his shame. When he came out of the shower after staying in the bathroom for more than an hour, and wanted to "chat" with Zhou Qi about how he bullied others, It was found that Zhou Qi had fallen asleep.

Usually Zhou Qi doesn't go to bed until twelve o'clock, even if he forces Zhou Qi to lie on the bed, Zhou Qi still has a way to sleep until twelve o'clock——

But now it was only past ten o'clock and Zhou Qi went to bed.

The first grader thought it was Zhou Qi's intention.

It's mid-December, the night is already

It was very cold, but the air conditioner was turned on in the dormitory, and Zhou Qi fell asleep wearing short-sleeved shorts with a thin quilt rolled up.

Fu Mingzhi sat beside Zhou Qi's bed expressionlessly: "Zhou Qi?"

Zhou Qi didn't respond.

"Zhou Qi?"

No response yet, really asleep.

The first grader sat on the edge of the bed expressionlessly for 10 minutes before moving.

He knelt and propped up, his heart was beating so fast that his eyes seemed to be burning hot, Zhou Qi was lying on his side in his arms, as if he didn't know anything, his hair was still wet, and a piece of dark color was soaked on the pillow. wet marks.

Fu Mingzhi bit Zhou Qi's upper lip.

——Will Zhou Qi wake up?

do not know.

maybe.

Wake up and wake up.

Anyway, even if he wakes up, he will continue—the first grader thought shamefully.

In fact, Fu Mingzhi didn't like Zhou Qi to be called his younger brother, nor did he like to be called Zhou Qi's elder brother.Zhou Qi is obviously much naive than him, just like a child, not the kind of "qualified elder brother" at all.

But if Zhou Qi likes this, Fu Mingzhi will accept it.

"Brother," Fu Mingzhi whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Zhou Qi moved and loosened the quilt wrapped around his arms.

In an instant, a certain string was suddenly taut, and it seemed that only the sound of the rapid beating of the heart remained.

But he couldn't help pinching the corner of Zhou Qi's jaw.

Transparent water drips on the pillow.

Zhou Qi seemed a little uncomfortable, and said "uh".

Why are you still awake?

Thinking about it, the first grader licked the corner of the sleeping man's mouth.

But he...but he didn't have the face to wake up Zhou Qi directly like this.

he has nothing...

The first grader was almost speechless with embarrassment, but he still murmured stubbornly: "Brother, I feel uncomfortable, you can..."

Fu Mingzhi stopped.

Even if Zhou Qi didn't wake up, he couldn't speak, the words "help me" seemed to be stuck in his throat.

I went to bed early yesterday, and Zhou Qi woke up at five o'clock the next day.

And then fucking startled.

Why did Fu Mingzhi lie on the same bed with him? ?

Zhou Qi was so frightened that he lifted a corner of the quilt on Fu Mingzhi's body and looked inside.

Dressed, neatly, with everything on.

Zhou Qi breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his movements, and carefully got out of bed to wash up.

But when he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, Zhou Qi realized that something was wrong - he didn't seem to be wearing these shorts when he slept yesterday, right?

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Zhou Qi opened his shorts and looked inside.

No, it seems... the underwear is not this one either?

Zhou Qi's underwear is all black, white and gray pure color underwear. There are several pairs of underwear of one color, so he doesn't remember very clearly which one he will wear today and which one he will wear tomorrow. The only thing he can be sure of is that he changed into a pair of shorts.

This...Fu Mingzhi changed it for him?

Why did Fu Mingzhi change his pants?

Zhou Qi went to the side and changed into the school uniform sweater he was going to wear today.

If Zhou Qi has the habit of changing clothes in front of the mirror, or has the habit of looking at himself while changing clothes, Zhou Qi can find something else in him.

When he went out, Fu Mingzhi had already woken up and looked very calm: "Is it all right?"

Zhou Qi looked at him for a while, and then asked a little awkwardly: "Wait, let me ask you something...Xiao Ming, did you help me change a pair of pants last night?"

Fu Mingzhi sat in front of his desk, curled his fingers together: "You fell asleep, I accidentally spilled... water on your pants."

Zhou Qi wanted to say, "Then you don't need to change my underwear." But he couldn't say it, so he said "Oh" uncomfortably, and changed the subject: "I'm done washing, you can go in."