Old Gong secretly loves me [Rebirth]

The headmaster wanted to do ideological work carefully.When he went to that classmate, he knocked on the table and asked directly: "Student, are you the best in English in your class?"

Ai Ai during the same period: "The school, the principal is wise, how do you know?"

The headmaster choked for a moment, but he didn't say the following sentence, "You don't dare not attend the class if it's not your English class." Instead, he changed the sentence: "Then do you have a perfect score? Are you the best in the whole grade? Then how dare you not attend the English class?" Do something else."

The classmate bowed his head in repentance.

The principal turned around and said to the whole class: "You don't know how important the first year of high school is. This is the time to lay the foundation. Otherwise, will there be time to work hard in the third year of high school?"

Zhou Qingyue lay on his stomach and muttered: "It is very important to lay the foundation in the first year of high school, the turning point is very important in the second year of high school, and the college entrance examination is very important in the third year of high school." No matter what school teacher would say this,

Chen Guangyi held back a smile beside him.

Qiao Heng inserted his hand into Zhou Qingyue's hair lightly, and rubbed his head.

Zhou Qingyue looked back at him, his eyes said: What's wrong?

Qiao Heng just shook his head.

The leader continued to speak on it: "Three years of hard work, what can you get in exchange for your promising future, don't let yourself think of high school in the future, just think of me working harder. I won't regret it."

Zhou Qingyue stretched out his hand to write on Qiao Heng's leg. As soon as he drew a stroke, he felt that someone's leg became tense and firm in an instant.

Qiao Heng rubbed his hair a little harder, and said softly, "Itches."

Zhou Qing was happier. Now that he was tickling Qiao Heng, Qiao Heng dared not fight back.He didn't stop his fingers, and simply expressed his opinion on the leader.

Talk a lot, chicken soup.

Qiao Heng was so itchy that he almost laughed out loud, and quickly reached out to grab someone's paw.

When Zhou Qingyue saw him stretching out his hand, he hid his hand below to prevent him from grabbing it, and his shoulders trembled with laughter.

With a trace of helplessness on Qiao Heng's face, he put his hands back on the table and turned the pen.

In fact, the three of them seem to be quite obvious here, but the principal didn't turn his face at all, and poured chicken soup to the students on the other side with earnestness: "You should do what you do in any class, instead of doing math in English class, and doing math in math class." Doing English, isn't this a delay in both subjects? I had a classmate before..."

The English teacher looked embarrassed on it, but she really wanted to say that her class was not over yet.

Zhou Qingyue poked Qiao Heng without any response, so he lost interest and poked again and again.

Qiao Heng turned the pen halfway, and it slammed off the table with a soft sound.

In the next second, Zhou Qingyue felt his hand being grabbed by Qiao Heng.

Qiao Heng smiled at him with his head down, stretched out an index finger and ticked it off, as if saying he caught it.

Zhou Qingyue made a disgusted expression. Just as he was about to say something, Qiao Heng's table was pushed back, and Qiao Heng's hand was also brought towards him.

Qiao Heng bent her index finger just now, but now her index finger touched Zhou Qingyue's lips, and her knuckle even touched her teeth.

Zhou Qingyue opened his mouth subconsciously, even feeling a little salty on the tip of his tongue.

Qiao Heng withdrew his hand as if being burned by the tongue of fire, with a dazed expression on his face.

Chen Guangyi's desk was also affected, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing at the front desk?"

The person at the front desk hurriedly stuffed the bag into the drawer and whispered, "My cat just ran out of the drawer."

Zhou Qingyue: "??" Class [-] can still bring cats to class?

The front desk seemed to see Chen Guangyi's questioning expression, and said in a low voice, "My house is nearby, and the cat hasn't seen me for two days, so it ran over to look for me just now."

The leader finally finished his speech on it, and told the students to study hard, and then slowly walked out of the classroom, not paying attention to the abnormality at the back door of the classroom.

Zhou Qingyue heaved a sigh of relief, finally got up and sat down, and saw a cat's head protruding from the drawer of the front desk.

The front table seemed to want to block it with a bag, but the cat came out again, looking innocently at its shit-shoveling officer with big wet eyes.Seeing his shit-shoveling officer remain indifferent, he even fell to the side, revealing his little white belly, and licking his little nose with his little pink tongue.

However, its owner remained indifferent, and cruelly took out a piece of glasses cloth that covered the outside of the drawer.

Zhou Qingyue silently digested the cuteness he felt just now, and murmured, "The blood tank is empty."

Qiao Heng hung his right hand beside him, his heart was surging, and he said with red ears, "Hmm... the blood tank is empty."

In the end, the plan was almost discussed. Zhou Qingyue told the cultural and entertainment committee once, but the cultural and entertainment committee was a little entangled: "A program for every two dormitories? Are they willing?"

Zhou Qingyue rested his chin in his hands: "If you volunteer, there won't be many shows, and the atmosphere won't be uplifting. Only when everyone participates can there be atmosphere. Of course, you can ask the students how to choose."

The cultural and entertainment committee continued to struggle, but Chen Guangyi took a small stack of cards and asked Zhou Qingyue, "Which takeaway do you want to eat?"

Zhou Qingyue took a look, and in view of the black history of stomach pain last time, he always chose the light class after that, and never dared to play dead again.

He randomly chose a restaurant near the school, and said, "This one, you order, and add a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for me. Their orange juice seems to be pretty good."

The takeaway was delivered quickly, and when Chen Guangyi took the takeaway back, he realized that there was an extra glass of orange juice. He asked suspiciously, "Boss, is this the orange juice you ordered?"

Qiao Heng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhou Qingyue to order a glass too. Originally, this glass was ordered for him, but now there was an extra glass.

Zhou Qingyue took out the dishes, and the rich aroma rushed out, as if they were all his favorite dishes.

He stretched out his hand to pat Chen Guangyi, and said encouragingly, "On the way!"

Although Chen Guangyi didn't know what he was boasting about, he continued cheekily and said, "That's right, it doesn't matter who I am."

Next to him, Qiao Heng removed the chopsticks with a click, looking a little fierce.

Zhou Qingyue still loves fish, so he frequently stretched his chopsticks there. He didn't realize the problem until the fish was turned over, and asked, "Guangguang, did you notice that this fish didn't add garlic and shallots?"

He turned it over and still only saw ginger.

Chen Guangyi's mouth became swollen from the heat from eating chicken feet. He took a breath and said, "I don't know. I ordered it normally. The boss called later. I guess he called."

Zhou Qingyue looked at Qiao Heng, and the two looked at each other.

Qiao Heng couldn't help but ask him, "Why, it doesn't suit your taste? I remember that I don't like garlic and onions."

No, just a little flattered.Although Qiao Heng would pay attention to this aspect in his previous life.But he's been back for so long, and he doesn't lack garlic and onions when cooking at home, so Chen Guangyi doesn't even remember to call for takeout.

Chen Guangyi was so hot that tears were about to come out. He looked at his water glass and found it was empty, so he said to Zhou Qingyue, "Qingyue, let me drink your orange juice, it's so spicy!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to reach out to serve Zhou Qingyue's orange juice, but was stopped by Qiao Heng halfway.

Qiao Heng stuffed another glass of unopened orange juice into Chen Guangyi's hand, and said, "Drink this glass, and you'll eat if it's spicy."

Chen Guangyi was puzzled, and he obediently said, he forgot that there was another cup.

"But isn't this bottle yours? I seem to remember it. Did you say add a glass of orange juice?"

Qiao Heng hummed lightly, and said: "Drink yours, you can eat and drink and talk so much."

Zhou Qingyue slowed down his chewing speed, Qiao Heng remembered his preferences?He seemed a little secretly happy in his heart, he had the illusion that Qiao Heng liked him.

From the answer he got when he asked Qiao Heng before, Qiao Heng didn't even know what homosexuality was.What's more, even if he is gay, shouldn't he be similar to Qiao Heng in character according to what he said, and it has nothing to do with him.

Qiao Heng squeezed Zhou Qingyue's face with his hand, and said, "Why are you biting chopsticks? Eat."

Zhou Qingyue happily stretched his chopsticks towards the side of fried pork with green peppers, sandwiched the meat and said, "Qiao Heng."

Qiao Heng responded.

Zhou Qingyue stuffed the meat into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Why don't you live alone."

If he didn't wait until Qiao Heng had a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would hide away a little, so as not to see the heartache.The second half of the sentence was swallowed into the stomach along with the meat.

Qiao Heng lowered his eyes, and grasped the chopsticks vigorously. Did Zhou Qingyue discover something?Or is he hinting at something.

Chen Guangyi interjected: "Boss can't be single, he's doing well in high school now, but when he's in college, he'll attract others with his face, okay?"

Zhou Qingyue took a bite of his meal, and boasted in Chen Guangyi's direction: "That's right, the people chasing Qiao Heng probably lined up from the front door to the back door. Why did he deliberately wrestle at the party to make the handsome guy look at him more?"

Chen Guangyi clapped his hands, his hands were greasy, and he said, "Yes, that Zhou Yu in ancient times..."

Zhou Qingyue added: "There is a mistake in the song, Zhou Langgu."

Chen Guangyi nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, yes."

Qiao Heng smiled: "No, I have someone I like."

Zhou Qingyue swallowed the mouthful of rice and felt full immediately.

As the first one among them to get out of singles, Chen Guangyi was amused: "Really or not, does that mean Qingyue is the only one who can be single in the end?"

Zhou Qingyue put down his chopsticks, and said unconvinced: "Whoever said it is different from whoever said it."

The soybeans that Qiao Heng held in his chopsticks flew to the ground, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.