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On Friday, the weather turned cloudy to sunny.Class [-], Grade [-], self-study class.

Zhi Ke was sharpening the pencil carefully with a knife, fearing that the freshly cleaned floor would be dirty, so he took a piece of draft paper to catch the debris.

An Liang was listening to a song, wearing a super cool hanging earphone, and practicing cursive English with a signature pen in his hand.After a while, a row of smooth and beautiful short English sentences appeared on the four-line grid.

When he finished a line he put down his pen and squinted at the movement of the sharpener.He hadn't seen this scene for many years. He glanced at it by chance, and found it quite interesting, so he couldn't help but glance at it again and again.

Suddenly, he thought of himself in the first grade, as if it had been a long time ago, holding a pencil and drawing strokes in the matts, very seriously.

It's not like now, it's hard to practice regular script, but I have to grit my teeth to learn thin gold script just to play cool, and the continuous strokes on the copybook seem to be very hard.

An Liang watched, and suddenly saw a piece of chipped debris flying up and touching the tip of Zhi Ke's nose.An Liang raised his eyebrows uncontrollably, but Zhu'er, who was suddenly attacked over there, did not respond at all, and was still sharpening his pencil seriously.

An Liang leaning against the wall looked at the tip of the little white rabbit's nose, and secretly smacked it. The tip of the little rabbit's nose was still quite upturned.It looks very delicate.

He suddenly felt itchy and wanted to pinch the other person's nose.

Anliang: "Hello."

The little rabbit who was sharpening the pencil paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Anliang leaned against the wall, stretched out his long arms to him, and spread his palms, "You sharpened your pencils all over me." There was a thin piece of pencil shavings lying in his palm.

"I didn't mean it." Zhi Ke replied softly, but he was still afraid of affecting the other party's self-study and making him unhappy.So he put down the things in his hands in a good temper, and reached out to take away a small piece of garbage in An Liang's palm, but unexpectedly, someone grabbed five fingers.

Anliang raised his eyebrows, with a cynical look, full of slutty: "Is this the end?"

"I just want to throw it away..." The eyes of the villain on the opposite side trembled slightly, as if waves of water had been swayed, clean and clear.He thought that Anliang had misunderstood what he meant, so he twitched his arm after explaining, but he still couldn't pull it out.

And the students around have already looked at them because of their voices, frowning slightly, not very happy.

Zhi Ke felt the disgust of being disturbed from studying around, so he hurriedly lowered his voice and approached Anliang's ear, "I, I was wrong, I will never put sugar in tofu brain again, please don't be angry anymore, okay?" .”

An Liang was taken aback when he heard this.

—The two of them had just "finished arguing" this morning.

Because Zhike bought a portion of sweet tofu nao when he was shopping for food in the morning, Anliang, who is an authentic northerner, was suddenly frightened by this wild way, and he threw the thing into a corner.

"What the hell is this? Can it really be eaten?" The slightly sweet taste was still lingering in his mouth. He frowned and took the soy milk, and drank it without feeling that the strangeness was diluted.

But the little rabbit who was always obedient frowned and brought back the sweet tofu nao, and retorted with pursed mouth: "It's strange, isn't tofu nao sweet..."

Anliang was stunned by that expression, and the little rabbit almost wrote the words "You must have never eaten tofu brain" on his face.

"..." Anliang watched Zhi Ke who had dug out a spoonful of tofu nao and was about to put it in his mouth, and stopped him: "Don't eat it!" Poisoned.

Otherwise, why would there be a strange smell!

But Zhi Ke didn't listen to his words of dissuasion, the hand holding the spoon just paused for a moment, then moved on and stuffed the damn thing into his mouth.

An Liang rushed over immediately, trying to open Zhi Ke's mouth, with a nervous and uneasy expression on his face: "I told you not to eat it, spit it out!"

At this moment, with a "gudong", Zhike looked up at Anliang who suddenly rushed in front of him, and was so frightened that he swallowed the tofu brain in his mouth.

An Liang froze in place immediately, thinking that it would be okay to take a bite of this food, after all, he was in good health, but Zhi Ke was so thin, could he really bear it if he ate something of unknown origin?

But Zhike, who was satisfied after eating sweet tofu, turned his head to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, I've eaten sweet tofu many times before. It's delicious."

As he said that, in order to prove the deliciousness of the sweet tofu nao, he lowered his head and dug a large spoonful into his mouth, chewed it again and swallowed it with a "gudong" sound.

Anliang thought that the little rabbit was afraid of wasting food, so he said this on purpose, so he frowned even more, and yelled at Ke Ke: "I don't believe that such a bad food will be okay. Don't eat it, spit it out !"

Just at this moment, this idiot Ning Cen got up to go to the classroom. Because of the hot weather, the dormitory doors were open and closed, so the dispute between the two entered Ning Cen's ears verbatim.

Just when Zhi Ke wanted to continue explaining, a "chi" laughter came from the door, and the two people in the dormitory heard the movement and turned their heads to look over.

I saw Ning Cen throwing a box of yogurt up and down, leaning against the door frame and looking at An Liang with eyes like an idiot, "Haven't you ever eaten sweet tofu? Mentally retarded."

After finishing speaking, without giving the two people in the dormitory a chance to react, he turned around and left with his schoolbag on his back.

This action is done in one go, very chic.

Anliang looked at it, but was so angry that his face turned black, and he almost flipped the table.

As for Zhike, who was satisfied with drinking tofu nao just now, he looked at Anliang's expression with his eyes, then stood up, packed the box of tofu nao, and threw it into the trash can.

After throwing it back, he still looked at Anliang with those black and white eyes. After a while, he pursed his lips and whispered: "Don't be angry, I won't eat..."

Anliang: ...how the hell is the little rabbit so attractive.

It can only be seen that he looked at him but didn't speak, and his heart was even more uncertain, so he could only pick up the siu mai and hand it to him, "Eat it quickly, or you won't have the energy to listen to the lecture later in class."

Anliang was coaxed like this, and it was rare for him to put on a little air of a young master, thinking that if he still refused to turn over this page, the little rabbit would be embarrassed and wrinkled his little face while biting The lower lip was red with eye circles, and while apologizing to himself sadly, he held the siu mai in both hands and handed them to his mouth one by one, coaxing himself to eat a little.

Maybe under his own persecution, he will make a promise that he will never deal with Ning Cen again, and then according to his own temperament, there will be no such things as sweet tofu nao that he doesn't like in breakfast in the future.

Thinking of this, it is inevitable that my heart will itch.As a normal person, Anliang easily analyzed that such a result would be more beneficial for him and Zhike to get along with in the future. Not only that, but the little rabbit would rely more on himself when he was out of touch with other people, and his words Power will be heavier.

The little rabbit won't even have the thought of resisting in the future, and he can do whatever he says.

But no matter how itchy he was, and no matter how clearly he distinguished the pros and cons, he weighed it after turning those black and white, clear and clean eyes around, and raised his arm to gently rub the opponent's head.

With a smile: "Don't worry, I won't get angry with a mentally retarded person." As he said, while the other person's face was slowly turning red, he picked up the siu mai on the table and continued to eat.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, which reflected a green campus, Anliang's eyes were obscure.

But it took him 16 years to meet such a good person. He is happy and happy to protect him forever, so that he will always be so innocent and so painful.

How could he be willing to just ruin the other party like this, how could he be willing to make the other party's situation even more isolated and helpless.Even if at that time his gaze would only follow him and entrust his trust to himself, that wouldn't work.

He won't let anyone get involved in Zhike's simplicity and cleanliness, including himself.