Idol and school grass are at the same table

On the second day, Shen Zhixing was not late, nor did he step on the bell to enter the classroom, and he even arrived a little early.

There are a few students in the class who have just arrived, and they are basically making up homework.

Shen Zhixing casually copied the homework twice, took out his mobile phone and started sending messages to his little boyfriend, showing off his rare early arrival in a century.

He also posted a selfie from the perspective of a straight man.

Shen Zhixing was waiting for his little boyfriend to reply with his mobile phone, when Cao Yutong, who had nothing to do after copying homework, came over, "Brother Ting, have you finished your homework? Do you want to have breakfast?"

It was indeed still early, Shen Zhixing looked at his phone, nodded, "I'll hand in my homework first."

Cao Yutong nodded as if he had reminded him, "I'll hand it in too."

Shen Zhixing put the homework on the desk of each subject representative, and went back to get his mobile phone.

He sat against the wall, and it was too troublesome to get in and out, so he bent over and reached for his mobile phone in his drawer.

He got the phone and stood up straight, and saw the nerd at the same table standing next to him.

Shen Zhixing immediately stepped aside to greet him.

Li Wenhao nodded, and put down the bag silently.

"Have you had breakfast at the same table? If you haven't eaten, I'll bring some for you?" Shen Zhixing asked casually, pointing his finger at his desk, "The English homework is on my book, I can do it today."

The boy raised his head and followed his gaze to look at his table, not knowing how to react, he shook his head hastily, "I ate it, no need."

Shen Zhixing nodded, put his phone in his pocket, and was about to turn around when he heard the person in front of him calling him.

"Shen Zhixing." Li Wenhao coughed, "Well, yesterday... the teacher in charge asked where you were, and I said you didn't feel well and went to the infirmary, so don't miss it."

The boy lowered his head when he was talking, his hands on the table were so tense that you could see the veins, he was obviously embarrassed and tried his best to pretend not to care.

Shen Zhixing was stunned for a moment, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, showing a casual smile, "Thank you brother."

As soon as the two of them finished talking, Cao Yutong walked over with his English homework, and after handing in the homework, he called Pang Chen Zhixing, "Brother Xing, let's go."

In the morning, there was a teacher inspecting the school gate. It was not easy to go out after entering the school gate. The two had to go to the cafeteria.

Having breakfast at this time saves a lot of accommodation, so Shen Zhixing bought breakfast first, took a plate and found a seat, and the first thing he did was take out his phone and read WeChat.

Ji Ting gave an evaluation of his death angle selfie without any boyfriend filter: [Do you know why you are called uncle?It's not a question of being fierce or not, you are simply ugly. ]

The feeling of dislike can be felt through the mobile phone.

Shen Zhixing was so happy that he looked at his phone for a long time.

"Who did you send WeChat with in the morning, with such a rippling smile?" Cao Yutong also bought it, and sat across from Shen Zhixing with a plate, gossiping, "Brother Xing, are you in a relationship?"

Shen Zhixing put down the phone, and answered very candidly, "Yes, Ji Ting."

Cao Yutong, a steel straight man with a negative EQ and IQ, didn't realize the deep meaning in his words at all, he just thought he was joking, and smiled exaggeratedly, "Okay, you are the big brother, you can do whatever you say."

Shen Zhixing was just talking casually, knowing that he wouldn't believe it, he smiled and bowed his head to eat.

Cao Yutong ate quietly, but his eyes kept sweeping back and forth on Shen Zhixing.

"Speak up if you have something to say." Shen Zhixing raised his head and glanced at him, "What kind of tricks are you trying to get?"

Cao Yutong choked on something stuck in his throat, and quickly took a sip of soy milk.

Hesitating to speak, he stared at Shen Zhixing for a few seconds before he tentatively said, "Brother Ting, are you alright?"

Shen Zhixing paused and shook his head.

After eating, Shen Zhixing went to the supermarket to buy some convenient food for Ji Ting.

When the preparatory bell rang, the two just finished shopping and headed to the classroom.

Cao Yutong patted his head and coughed, followed Shen Zhi all the way, and when he was about to reach the classroom, he finally made up his mind and said, "Brother Xing, I really believe in Brother Ting, as many people in our class do."

Shen Zhixing was taken aback for a moment.

"Actually, I might have believed it in the past, but after being a classmate for so long, we can still see how Brother Ting is. Although he is very...a bit cold, he is a very nice person."

"We may not be very friendly, but it's just a little... gossip, plus don't know how to deal with him, but there is absolutely no malice."

After Cao Yutong said a long paragraph in one breath, Shen Zhixing finally stopped and looked sideways at him.

After a while, Shen Zhixing touched his nose, "Okay, what's the sudden incitement?"

"What's sensational, I'm just expressing my feelings!" Cao Yutong retorted, grabbed his hair, and ran forward in fear of embarrassment, "Anyway, we all believe in Brother Ting, that's what I mean, don't forget to tell him , let him... be a little more confident."

Shen Zhixing was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he deliberately followed up and kicked him lightly, "Fuck off, why should I be your microphone? If you want to say it, say it yourself."

The last two classes in the morning consisted of continuous mathematics. As soon as the exercises were over, He Wenqian entered the classroom with a stack of papers.

"Pull the table away and take the exam later."

He Wenqian stood on the podium and yelled at the class. The students below howled when they heard it. While refusing the exam, they reluctantly moved the desk.

It was just a small exam, and the teacher was afraid that they would not be able to finish it, so he ordered He Wenqian to hand out the papers in advance, and they could do what they wanted to do between classes.

"Isn't there a monthly exam next week? Why are you doing this now?"

Shen Zhixing, who ran to Ji Ting's crooked seat during the class break, read the paper over and over several times, rolled his eyes, took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and started searching.

Ji Ting felt a little uncomfortable, lay down on the table and coughed a few times before answering, "It's just for the exam to check for omissions in advance."

He coughed a little badly, Shen Zhixing stopped his writing and turned to look at Ji Ting, "You seem to be a little serious, have you taken your medicine?"

"No." Ji Ting shook his head, "It's not serious, it will be fine tomorrow."

Shen Zhixing put down his pen, reached out his hand to Ji Ting's forehead, "You were wearing too thin yesterday, are you freezing?"

"Maybe." Ji Ting responded, raising his hand to push his hand away, "I'm really fine, I have to go to class, you can go back."

Shen Zhixing didn't move, the hand on his forehead grasped Ji Ting's hand, and his slender fingers stroked his wrist.

"You..." Ji Ting was taken aback by his small movements, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tighter.

Shen Zhixing pulled his hand down, squeezed his wrist, then lowered his head and leaned in front of him, and asked knowingly against his ear, "What's wrong?"

His voice was a little low, because he was too close, and when he spoke, his lips brushed Ji Ting's ear unintentionally, with some indescribable ambiguity.

Ji Ting froze for a moment, sat up with his arms propped up, and punched his elbow to his chest, "Get lost."

"It appears that you are not very ill indeed."

Shen Zhixing smiled, stood up and pulled He Wenqian's desk away from Ji Ting's, and smiled at Ji Ting, "Follow me to the infirmary at noon to prescribe some medicine, if you are really sick, I will feel so sorry .”

His voice was quite loud, although the class was noisy, but the students who were nearby could still hear it.

Fortunately, Shen Zhixing never left his mouth for flirting, and was disgusted all day long, especially for Ji Ting, who clings to him every day and calls "Ting Ting" and "My little Ting Ting" at every turn. Everyone is used to it, so take a look. , and silently looked away.

Ji Ting glared at Shen Zhixing, and Shen Zhixing grinned and ran away.

Ji Ting said he was fine, but he became more and more uncomfortable.

He didn't know much about mathematics in the first place, and this is simply a double torment both mentally and physically.

I could still write two questions in the first class, but I gave up in the second class and lay down on the table.

The math teacher wandered around several times and saw that he was not feeling well, so he didn't say anything to him, and asked him if he wanted to take a leave of absence.

Ji Ting was dizzy and uncomfortable, shook his head and closed his eyes.

I don't know if it was because of his illness, but Ji Ting still had a dream in a daze while lying on the table.

In fact, it was not a dream, but the faces of many people flashed in front of him, and occasionally there were some familiar pictures.

In fact, during this period of time, Ji Ting often thinks about the past, most of the time is the life of trainees in the past few years.

But this time it was different.

Ji Ting first fell in love with rap in the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school.

Ji Ting was not very popular when he was a child. He was a little chubby and didn't like to talk, but his family was well-off and spoiled. He was often bullied at school.

Not the kind that was treated violently, but isolated and ridiculed.

However, Ji Ting's self-esteem is very strong. If others don't want to play with him, he will not take the initiative to please others. The resentment in his heart has accumulated a lot and has nowhere to vent.

The first real rap music Ji Ting listened to was an old song at that time.

At the beginning, I was attracted because there were a lot of swear words in it. For Xiao Ji Ting at that time, it was very cool, and it could also vent those accumulated negative emotions.

After watching the MV, I found that the people in it were dressed more "coolly", and Ji Ting became more interested.

Learn to sing, learn to write lyrics, and slowly fall into it.

But at that time, Ji Ting was only interested, never thought about becoming a singer, and didn't even know what a "trainee" was.

Until his parents started quarreling and getting divorced.

Although Ji Ting was bullied at school, his parents treated him very well. Although he was busy with work, they still took time to accompany him, and they would not say anything to satisfy him.

He naturally did not want his parents to divorce.

His parents, who had always spoiled him, did not listen to him on this point, and the two were determined to divorce.

Ji Ting didn't study hard at first, and was addicted to his new hobby every day. He happened to see the recruitment of contestants for a rap competition.

At the beginning of the registration, Ji Ting was a little angry, trying to attract the attention of his parents.

It's a pity that it didn't work. His parents were too busy arguing and negotiating, so they didn't care about him at all.

As Ji Ting was promoted one after another, he finally managed to attract the attention of his parents.

But it also intensified their conflicts.

Ji Ting's parents didn't like his so-called "music" and felt that he was ignorant and depraved.

The parents, who were already tit-for-tat, completely tore their faces apart, accusing each other of not educating their children well.

After a few days of quarreling, the parents finally reached an agreement and began to negotiate a divorce and division of property.

Later, Ji Ting got a good ranking in the competition, and many companies offered him olive branches, and Ji Ting's parents also successfully divorced.

Ji Ting's custody was initially awarded to his mother, but she was very dissatisfied with her son's insistence on singing and becoming a trainee.

Afterwards, Ji Ting went to live in the company's dormitory. Not long after, his father got married again, and after that, his mother also started a new family.

The two of them are not so in conflict with his dream, but they don't care much about him anymore. They send money on time every month, and send a message every year and holiday, as polite as strangers.

When Ji Ting opened his eyes, there was no one in the class.

He rubbed his head in a daze, and reached out to touch his phone to see what time it was, but when he moved, he felt something fell off his body.

Ji Ting looked sideways and found that it was Shen Zhixing's coat.

It's 10 minutes after class.

His head was still groggy, and his throat was a little dry. Ji Ting reached out to reach for his own cup, but there was no water when he opened it.

As soon as he stood up from his seat, Shen Zhixing walked in through the back door.

Shen Zhixing walked quickly to his side, took the cup in Ji Ting's hand, and put the things in his hand on his table, "I'll do it."

"You still have a fever. The medicine I bought for you still has something to eat." After receiving the water, Shen Zhixing handed the cup to Ji Ting, picked up the medicine on the table and looked at it, "Take something first, then take the medicine." After eating, ask the teacher for a vacation and go back to the dormitory, and don't come in the afternoon."

Ji Ting was unwilling to go back to the dormitory, Shen Zhixing tried to persuade him for a long time, but it was of no use.

"What's the point if you can't go to class here?" Shen Zhixing sighed helplessly, and didn't want to argue with him, "Forget it, then you can sleep on your stomach for a while."

Ji Ting was indeed still feeling uncomfortable, lying on the table before he finished speaking.

Shen Zhixing packed up his things, so as not to disturb him, he stood up lightly and prepared to go back to his seat.

Ji Ting suddenly stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Don't go."

Shen Zhixing hesitated for a moment, then sat down again, raised his hand and touched his head.

"Don't go." Ji Ting was silent for a long time again, "I will have nightmares by myself."

His voice was soft and hoarse, like a wounded animal.

Shen Zhixing's heart softened in an instant, and he stretched out his hand to hook his fingers, "I'm here, don't be afraid."