lend me a bite

"At the same table, who is naive?" Shan Qiye stood up and grabbed the towel from him without hesitation.

Qin Yimu didn't seem to be bothered to make trouble with him, so when he saw him coming to grab it, he gave him the towel.

However, Shan Qiye's serious goal was this. He threw the towel aside and tugged at Qin Yimu's sleeve, "Tell me at the same table, who is naive?"

"you."

"It's not me." Shan Qiye jumped on the spot, embracing Qin Yimu's neck with one hand to pull him down, "It's you."

Qin Yimu stood still: "It's you."

"No!" Shan Qiye grinned, "Yes..."

"us."

The voice suddenly stopped, and the words he wanted to say circled around his mouth. Shan Qiye smiled so unashamedly that his eyes almost became two slits, "Yes, we."

Both are childish.

There are two people who are sixteen or seventeen.

Childish like a kindergarten kid, bickering childishly here.

Qin Yimu patted the hand on his shoulder, "Sleep."

"Don't sleep." Shan Qiye responded without pause, "What time is it?"

Shan Qiye didn't feel sleepy at all, let alone fell asleep just now, he couldn't fall asleep now no matter what.

But he is also a sensible person. He played around all day, but Qin Yimu was busy all day. Although he didn't know what he was busy with, he must be quite tired. Shan Qiye let go of his hand and asked him: "Are you sleepy at the same table?"

Qin Yimu picked up the medical book casually and leaned against the bedside to read it.

To show with practical actions that he is not sleepy.

Shan Qiye rolled his eyes twice, leaned over with a smile on his face, and squeezed a seat for himself on the narrow single bed.

Without squinting, Qin Yimu carefully flipped through every line of every page of the medical book. Seeing this, Shan Qiye quietly imitated walking with two fingers, and moved from the mattress to Qin Yimu's body little by little.

Walking forward a little bit from the legs, rubbing the thin pajama pants with fingertips, moving forward slowly, every inch of movement seemed extremely slow.

Further up, it is...

Qin Yimu grabbed his hand, Shan Qiye was startled, blinked his eyes, looking at the abdominal muscles that were close at hand, he wished he could grit his teeth and cry out.

Just, bad, one, point, point!

But they were all caught, and Shan Qiye didn't think about those who had nothing, so he raised his head and wanted to talk to Qin Yimu about tonight's happy carnival all night, "At the same table, you are not tired anyway, let's play something Bar."

Qin Yimu let go of his hand and turned the pages of the book with one hand.

From the beginning to the end, the eyes never left the book for an inch.

Shan Qiye couldn't help but sighed, "Hey, my deskmate, I'm so bored."

"Read a book."

Shan Qiye: "I don't have any books, I don't want to read them."

It's a big night, if it's a man, he should throw off his arms and go to the game!

What book to read?

Shan Qiye wanted to kill his computer games at home.

Shan Qiye leaned on Qin Yimu's bent leg, looked at him obediently with a crooked face, "You can play with me at the same table for a while."

Prayer starlight flashed in his eyes, and he swayed with that leg unconsciously.

Softly coquettish.

Qin Yimu picked up another medical book beside the bed with his backhand, and said concisely: "Look."

This medical book is much thicker than the one Qin Yimu is reading.

It was about as thick as two Xinhua dictionaries. Once such a heavy object was stuffed in, Shan Qiye picked it up with one hand, and almost fell off without grabbing it. Fortunately, he caught it quickly with the other hand.

"Same table!" Shan Qiye couldn't help crying, "I don't want to read."

"Ah."

"...Huh?" Shan Qiye's eyes lit up instantly, "You mean I can stop watching?"

In front of him, Qin Yimu took out a stack of paper and a black pen.

Shan Qiye looked at it over and over with a pen and paper: "Eh? What is this for?"

"copy."

"???"

Can you be alone in the middle of the night?

"I do not……"

"three."

"You, do you think I will give in if you count?"

"two."

"Qin Yimu, don't think that the young master is easy to bully, you go out and ask—"

"one."

With that heroic and fearless aura in Shan Qiye's chest, he gave a 'crack', like a balloon being pricked by a sharp needle point, and was instantly discouraged. With a flattering smile, he kept saying, "Copy, my dear!" What page do you want to copy at the same table? I will copy it right away."

"All."

"Huh?" Shan Qiye almost threw the medical book at him.so thick?so thick!

Qin Yimu: "The first page."

Shan Qiye opened it and looked at it. It was densely packed with small characters, the kind that makes people dizzy at a glance, but it's just the first page, which is okay.

"Success, the first page is the first page." Shan Qiye walked towards the table with the medical book, paper and pen in his arms, "Who told me to spoil you?"

Ugh.

Where can I find Qiye such a good tablemate?

Shan Qiye couldn't help but sigh, if I meet my deskmate, why don't I grab him, hug him, hold him high?

It's perfect. It really is.

Just when Shan Qiye was thinking about his own goodness, Qin Yimu's voice came from behind: "Come here."

Shan Qiye had just put the medical books, paper and pen on the table, when he heard the sound and turned his head away, Qin Yimu had placed a stool like a ponytail beside the bed at some point.

Very small, less than half the height of the bed.

Just sitting on it, using the bed as a table to copy books.

Shan Qiye coughed lightly, that's good, but...it's a little too low.

Although he is not 1.8 meters tall, he is still [-]. How wronged he is to sit with those two long legs.

And that little stool is uncomfortable at first glance, and it must be uncomfortable to sit on.

Qin Yimu reached out and patted the empty mattress, "Come."

"Okay!" Shan Qiye immediately ran over with a lot of things.

Wronged?

What grievance?

Is it wrong to look at beautiful men while copying books?

Hey.

Delicious.

Unfolding the medical book, putting away the pen and paper, Shan Qiye bent his fingers and clapped his left and right hands together twice. Hearing the sound of 'click, click' from his knuckles, he became motivated to study.

However, this momentum did not last long.

I even said that I was tired after copying two lines.

Shan Qiye lay on the bed, stroked the pen with his left hand twice, and whispered, "Student Xiao Qin."

When Qin Yimu looked over, Shan Qiye hid half of his face aggrieved, and muttered, "I'm so tired."

Qin Yimu glanced at the transcription that had written a total of no more than a hundred characters, and said lightly: "Sleep."

"I want to play with you."

"copy."

"..."

You are cruel and you are ruthless.

He copied casually here, but Qin Yimu was very attentive in reading medical books.

If it wasn't for him constantly moving around trying to get his attention and talk to him, the dormitory would be as quiet as if he was asleep.

Even so, he didn't concentrate on writing.

After two strokes, he sneakily reached out to slam Qin Yimu's leg, or tap his abdominal muscles. When Qin Yimu noticed the movement, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be very attentive in copying the book.

With such a simple disguise, Qin Yimu must be able to spot it at a glance.

Shan Qiye himself thought so.

What he wanted was for Qin Yimu to come and say a few words about himself, but he still underestimated Qin Yimu's tolerance, so he made such a fuss, didn't he even think of beating him up?

Shan Qiye sighed inwardly.

It's okay if you fight with me.

Just copied a few more lines in such a boring way.

He went from touching fingers to touching little hands, but Qin Yimu ignored him as if he didn't feel it.

Going around and making trouble made me sleepy.

Anyway, he didn't know what was going on in a daze, and slowly lay down on the side of the bed, with his arms folded and closed together, and he fell asleep lying on his side.

The next day.

Shan Qiye was awakened by the sunlight.

The curtains of the dormitory were drawn when someone moved in later.

Because it was too hasty, I could only cover the upper part, and a large part was leaked below, which could not block the sunlight at all.

Shan Qiye felt a little sleepy when he just opened his eyes, he blinked while looking at the upper bunk above his head, I...how did I come back last night?

The memory before going to bed slowly came back, Shan Qiye vaguely remembered that he fell asleep beside Qin Yimu's bed.

Woke up and went back to bed.

Shan Qiye yelled, and Qin Yimu, who was on the other side, had disappeared.

He ran to the bathroom in a daze, and took a shower with cold water.

When he came out again, he looked like something in his spirit.

Qin Yimu sat by the bed as if by magic, holding the medical book that he hadn't finished yesterday and continued reading.

Shan Qiye asked, "Where did you go at the same table?"

Without saying a word, Qin Yimu raised his finger to the table beside him.

Shan Qiye followed his hand and looked up, there were two boxes of things on the table.

They are all packed in glass boxes. It may be that the contents inside are too hot, and the rising fog covers the glass, making it impossible to see what is inside.

Shan Qiye walked over to open it and saw that it was buns and a bowl of millet porridge.

The buns are the size of Xiaolongbao, and there are five neatly placed on one side of the two rows.

"Have you gone out to buy breakfast?" Shan Qiye picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, "Did you eat at the same table?"

Qin Yimu: "Yes."

"What time did you go to bed yesterday? Why do you wake up so early every day?" Shan Qiye went over with the box of steamed buns, sat on the small stool where he sat last night, and looked up at him.

"Have a meal."

"Eating, don't delay." Shan Qiye used his own strength to perfectly demonstrate what it means to eat without affecting his speech, and he can still annoy him clearly with his mouth stuffed with buns.

Both of them got up very early today.

There is still more than half an hour left before the training time.

After a leisurely breakfast, it's almost time to gather.

Shan Qiye sorted everything out. Seeing that Qin Yimu was still concentrating on reading the book, he cautiously approached him from behind, and suddenly jumped forward, grabbed the medical book and snatched it over. Yi Mu came face to face, "At the same table, let's go gather."

Qin Yimu's eyes slowly lowered, including those who were close at hand.

Shan Qiye smiled and rolled his eyes.

Qin Yimu raised his hand.

Shan Qiye quickly raised his hand to block it: "Don't, don't hit your face."

The next moment, Qin Yimu picked up the vegetable leaves at the corner of his mouth with his hands.

"Go to assemble."