lend me a bite

The dormitory at the end of the corridor was temporarily allocated.

There are only two upper and lower bunks inside, and the cushions are obviously added later, and they don't match the whole at all.

The dormitory was originally assigned, and the number of people was calculated, so the extra room would naturally be left unused. Shan Qiye's leg injury was an accident, and he had trouble walking, so he chose this dormitory on the first floor.

Qin Yimu carried the man in and put him on the bed, then started to arrange the clothes without talking to Shan Qiye.

Shan Qiye was lying on his side with his hands crossed over his chest, even though his left hand was numb due to his own pressure, he resolutely refused to let go, and stared at Qin Yimu aggressively.

Those eyes wanted to rush up and bite him.

Hit me.

I told you to let me down and you didn't let me go, but you still hit me!

Shan Qiye glanced back quietly, the beating didn't hurt, but - the tablemate was too much!

Leave him alone.

snort!

Qin Yimu himself is not talkative, usually Shan Qiye chased him to let him talk, so that he could occasionally reply a word or two, now that Shan Qiye is silent, Qin Yimu only cares about the things in his hands Things, meticulously smooth out every inch of folds and put them in the wardrobe, and then move on to the next one.

The same process sequence gives people a very rigid mechanical feeling.

Shan Qiye looked at him angrily, and couldn't help sighing, why is his deskmate so good-looking?

He is obviously a freshman in high school, and he looks like an elite in the industry, especially classy.

His grades are good, he is careful, and he can take care of others... It's just that he doesn't take care of people very well, but well, this can be regarded as an advantage.

Hey, it's normal for Qin Yimu to be excellent, and he doesn't look at who is at the same table.

Just when Shan Qiye's thoughts were diverging and he was slandering Qin Yimu, a pack of tissues suddenly fell in front of him.

"saliva."

What? !

Shan Qiye moved his hand, and by the time he realized it, his fingertips had already touched the corner of his mouth... What saliva? !

Where is the saliva coming from!

Wanting to understand the meaning of Qin Yimu's words, Shan Qiye buried his head in with the neatly stacked tofu cubes on the side, and shouted in a muffled voice: "Same~ table—ah!"

Too much too much!

How can you say that I am drooling watching you!

Even if I covet your handsome beauty, I can't drool!

Qi Ye couldn't afford to lose this man.

While rolling around with the tofu cubes in his arms, he felt a sound beside the bed. When he raised his head, he didn't know when Qin Yimu was standing beside the bed. The back of his head indifferently.

He is so angry, the deskmate must coax him, right?

You must say good things to coax him, right? !

It's impossible for Qin Yimu to say something sweet and cute, but it's okay to say something gentle, right?Right!

The more I think about it, the more I think it's possible. This is how to coax people.

Shan Qiye hugged the tofu cube happily, waiting for Qin Yimu to come over and coax him.

result!

I didn't hear any apology, but I heard footsteps leaving!

The tiled floor and the leather-soled shoes worn in military training made a loud knocking sound, and he couldn't ignore it.

At that time, a wave of anger rushed straight into his chest, and his anger seemed to be able to ignite a sky-high flame.

Shan Qiye turned over angrily, and shouted at Qin Yimu's back: "At the same table!" As soon as the words came out, the original fierce anger turned into a soft nasal voice, and there were still some cautious fingers in his hands. Covering the quilt, "what are you doing?"

Qin Yimu unpacked the meal he ordered from the cafeteria in advance, and handed it to him without saying a word.

"Thank you at the same table!" Shan Qiye's little anger disappeared immediately, and he sat up half propped up. When he touched the lunch box, he could feel the warmth in his palm. It was a meal that had just been made. When he opened the lid, it was the same as noon. Vegetables, there is no green pepper at noon.

— the small portion of rice left over from his lunch was covered with fried green peppers.

Shan Qiye didn't know if it was a coincidence that the cafeteria didn't have this dish, or...

Shan Qiye smiled softly, and used a spoon to mix the rice and vegetables evenly, and he ate a full mouthful, feeling extremely happy.

The green vegetables are still tender, and there is a crisp sound of 'clicking' when chewing. I don't know why, but there is such a sound of pure chewing when eating, which sounds very healing.

Shan Qiye swallowed the food in his mouth, licked his lips and asked, "Have you eaten at the same table?"

Qin Yimu: "Yes."

"Deskmate……"

"Have a meal."

"Well, eating doesn't affect talking." Shan Qiye bit his spoon, "Are you going to that party tonight?"

"Do not."

"Aren't you going? But it seems that all freshmen are required to be present."

——There is no such requirement at all.

In other words, Shan Qiye didn't know much about this matter until now and didn't know what was going on. He just wanted to... take the opportunity to play the guitar.

Although I haven't told the instructor yet, but fortunately I didn't.

If Qin Yimu had made up his mind not to go, it would be embarrassing for him to report in advance that he wanted a guitar solo.

Qin Yimu: "Oh."

Shan Qiye: "..."

"You are so indifferent, tablemate." Shan Qiye poked at the rice and took a bite, "If you don't want to go, don't go, we can chat in the dormitory for a while."

"go."

"???"

What do you mean!

"Same table!" Shan Qiye slapped the bed angrily, feeling like I'm going to start a fight if you don't explain clearly.

Qin Yimu didn't intend to explain anything, he just said, "Eat."

Shan Qiye wanted to say something, but Qin Yimu got up and opened the door and left.

gone!

Under Shan Qiye's staring eyes, he didn't even pause, and walked out straight away!

"Aww!" Shan Qiye bit the spoon, and simply regarded the spoon as Qin Yimu, if I can't beat a real person, I can't find a substitute to vent it? !

Shan Qiye's eating speed is not slow. Before, he chatted with Qin Yimu after a bite. He wished to chat with Qin Yimu about an 80-word novel. Now that Qin Yimu is away and he eats by himself, his speed has naturally increased.

When Qin Yimu came back, Shan Qiye had already finished eating the whole box of lunch.

Shan Qiye opened the paper towel and wiped his mouth, put the lunch box in the trash can next to the bed, and asked casually, "My deskmate, what are you doing...?"

The voice gradually dissipated, Shan Qiye looked at the things Qin Yimu was carrying in a daze.

It was packed in a black box.

The box is exquisite in workmanship, and the tree pattern on it is clear and beautiful.

The name of the brand is outlined with simple strokes in the most corner.

Shan Qiye only has a simple understanding of the guitar and can play it, but he has not carefully understood the subtleties of it, and naturally he does not know the brand. However, just judging from the outer packaging, this thing is absolutely extraordinary.

Qin Yimu put the guitar case on the table, opened the buckles on both sides, took out the guitar lying quietly in it, and handed it to Shan Qiye.

"Try it."