lend me a bite

The wound was not deep, and I don't know where it was made from a small cut, and the blood had already dried up.

Sticking or not sticking the Band-Aid is not very effective, but Shan Qiye still used it, after all, it was the kindness of the tablemate.

Shan Qiye's skin is very fair. Compared with the usual Omega, he doesn't have that kind of soft femininity, but a very sunny and heroic feeling. The light brown band-aid is pasted on his face, which is inexplicably one step farther than the good boy. A little more ruffian, more like a decoration.

When Xiaopang saw that he was injured, he immediately patted his chest loyally, "Who did it? Brother, do it after school. He will go."

"It's okay." Shan Qiye touched the band-aid, and he couldn't feel the pain of the wound. Maybe when he accidentally did it. He didn't know what happened, so don't mention seeking revenge, but anyway……

Shan Qiye squinted his eyes, and looked at Mao Junyu thoughtfully, "What's wrong with you? You're actually in the same class as me? Classmate Xiaopang."

Mao Junyu is Shan Qiye's junior high school classmate. They played together in junior high school. They used to catch birds in the sky, fish in the sea and all kinds of natural entertainments together. The relationship is not to mention a good relationship, but the grades between the two are a little bit worse.

Shan Qiye was admitted to the No. [-] High School, but Mao Junyu didn't believe it. He just played games together during the holidays. Shan Qiye didn't think about asking so many questions, but he didn't expect to meet him in the classroom on the first day of school.

Mao Junyu laughed loudly, even the flesh on his face was trembling, he was really happy to be in the same class as Shan Qiye, "I am not here, I have a surprise for you!" On Qi Ye's shoulder, he even threw a kind look at him.

Mao Junyu still felt that he had hidden it well during this time, so he couldn't help showing off, "How about Qiye, surprise or not?"

"Surprise." Shan Qiye glanced at him, smiled and waved to him, "You come."

"Ah?" Because Shan Qiye was sitting, although Mao Junyu was standing by the table, he was quite far away from him. He bowed down when he heard the words, but due to the protruding part of his stomach, his movements were negligible. .

However, at the next moment, Shan Qiye pulled his cheeks with both hands, and said through gritted teeth, "Are you still surprised every day? Surprises, what surprises? You have to hold back such a thing for so long, huh? !"

"Hey, hey, Master Qi, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

"It hurts right."

"Ow!"

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The 10 minutes between classes will pass quickly, and the preparatory bell will be rung 2 minutes in advance.

When the preparation bell rang, Shan Qiye let go of him, "Go back, class is over."

Mao Junyu sat back rubbing the flesh on his cheeks, Shan Qiye still kept his hand, and his face didn't turn red after rubbing for a long time.

As soon as Mao Junyu sat back, he looked up and saw Shan Qiye chatting with his tablemate who had just returned.

Shan Qiye's posture is very special. The stool has four legs and a backrest. The distance between the front and back tables is not small, and there is a lot of space for each individual seat.

Just like this, Shan Qiye leaned back a little, the backrest just rested on the edge of the back table, and it happened to block Qin Yimu's entry position completely.

—The other side is against the wall.

Shan Qiye sat there boldly like an old man, brushed the broken hair on his forehead casually, raised his eyebrows at Qin Yimu, "Want to go in?"

Qin Yimu didn't speak, glanced at the table, and took a few steps outside.

Looking at it like that, it seems to want to turn in.

Shan Qiye rushed over quickly, lying on the table with his whole body, as if he wanted to step on me if he wanted to, "I'll let you in if you say something." I have never seen this person speak. If the school hadn't issued preferential treatment for the disabled in this batch of notices, Shan Qiye would have thought that Qin Yimu was dumb.

He hugged the table to eliminate the possibility of Qin Yimu turning over the table, but the chair behind him also followed his movement, the two front legs landed on the ground, and the seat behind was vacant immediately.

Qin Yimu walked over in silence, Shan Qiye straightened up suddenly, leaned back again to block behind.

"Say something." Shan Qiye looked at the time, and there was only one minute left for class, so he was a little curious about the sound of Qin Yimu's words. He opened his arms and leaned back, stepping on the ground Shaking twice, "You can say whatever you want, and I'll let you... eh?!"

The voice stopped abruptly, Qin Yimu made a sudden move, Shan Qiye hurriedly avoided, "What are you doing? Do you do it? I do it too..."

While Shan Qiye was talking, Qin Yimu held his armpits with both hands and directly lifted him up.

Shan Qiye: "???"

I, a guy who is over 1.7 meters tall and weighs 130 kilograms, was just lifted up by Qin Yimu like a little chicken?

Maybe it was Qin Yimu's conscience that realized that it might be uncomfortable, so he turned up a bit, supported him with one hand and put him on the table with the other.

When Shan Qiye sat on the table, he was still a little dazed and didn't realize what was going on.

However, at this time Qin Yimu had already walked in with a cold face, and he also thoughtfully helped put down the raised chair for him.

'Den'

Shan Qiye: "..."

Qin Yimu sat back on his seat, Shan Qiye looked down at him, from a condescending angle, he could just see his slender eyelashes, his eyes traced Qin Yimu's sharp-edged face inch by inch, down the bridge of his straight nose , glanced at the light-colored thin lips pursed into a line.

Suddenly, Qin Yimu raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two met without warning.

Looking at him so blatantly, Shan Qiye felt a little shy after realizing it, "Then what..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Yimu stood up and stretched out his arms to hug him, and put him on the seat safely.

Shan Qiye: "..."

Good guy, kinda knows the beginning and the end.

Shan Qiye opened his mouth and wanted to say something, at this moment Qin Yimu seemed to have a feeling and happened to turn his head to look at him, Shan Qiye's opened mouth slowly closed again, and the words he wanted to say turned in his mouth At the end of the circle, he forgot what he wanted to say. After thinking about it, he grinned at Qin Yimu and showed a sincere smile.

Qin Yimu turned his head expressionlessly, probably because he didn't want to communicate with fools.

Shan Qiye snorted softly, thinking that this person is really strange.

It was obvious that I wanted to say something to me just now, but when I shut up and gave him a chance to speak, he also fell silent. Is it so difficult to communicate?

Shan Qiye thought about it, and felt that maybe this person was too introverted and didn't like to talk, so relying on him, a cheerful and handsome guy like Seventh Master, led him out of the haze of silence.

Shan Qiye made up his mind, but in order not to be too abrupt, he decided to attack from the side, and first said something useful: "What class is this?"

Qin Yimu glanced at him, then lowered his head to play with his phone.

Shan Qiye slowly raised his head and looked towards the door, the teacher wasn't here.

He was about to ask why he suddenly played on his mobile phone, but when he turned his head, he saw the screen of his mobile phone light up.

The thought of chatting was postponed immediately, and he picked up the phone, excitedly thinking that it was a message from his best partner in the game, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a private chat initiated by the class group.

Open the picture and have a look, good guy.

- Class schedule from Monday to Friday.

Look at the sender again: Qin Yimu.

Pretty!

Shan Qiye almost flew his phone out.

His mind was not on this either, who knew that Qin Yimu was trying to trick him, and would rather use the mobile phone to chat without saying a word.

Shan Qiye cleared his throat, raised his head smoothly, and planned to talk to him about something that no man could refuse.

But before he could speak, Qin Yimu suddenly handed him a small biscuit.

The class shown on the timetable is Chemistry.

It's been 10 minutes since the class and the teacher hasn't come yet, so he probably doesn't plan to come over to have a friendly exchange with these students and get to know each other.

The head teacher had to lead two classes by himself, so Wu Xiuqin didn't notice this side for a while.

It is worth mentioning that, because the school has just started, everyone in the newly formed class does not know anyone, and it is fairly quiet when you look at yourself.

Shan Qiye held the biscuit thoughtfully, Qin Yimu obviously meant to let him eat it.

Could it be that Qin Yimu didn't eat in the morning, so he thought he didn't eat either?

Although people are not cold enough, they still care about people.

Thinking of this, Shan Qiye opened the biscuit and said, "Thank you."

In the first class, the teacher didn't come, many students fell asleep on their stomachs, and there were a few who were discussing about breaking out from the back door, so it was nothing for Shan Qiye to eat a snack.

The amount of small biscuits is not large, and Shan Qiye can solve it in two or three bites.

"you……"

'patta'

Another small package of chocolates landed on his desk.

Shan Qiye bit the chocolate, and asked suspiciously, "Hmm... did you go out to buy these just now?"

Speaking this time, Shan Qiye didn't expect to get a response from Qin Yimu, and Qin Yimu also took special care not to let him guess wrong.

After the chocolate is finished, a steamed bun.

After the buns came the fries.

The fries were gone and it was crispy noodles.

Crispy noodles followed by potato chips.

In the end, Shan Qiye's appetite for eating was no longer so serious, he just wanted to see how many small packages of snacks Qin Yimu could take out.

Because it is a small package, there are no more than three mouthfuls. He eats here, and Qin Yimu delivers it to him.

It was clearly the distance from the same table, but he didn't reach out and hand it to him, but threw it on the table.

After getting Shan Qiye inexplicably, he felt like being fed.

Pretty fun.

A class passed while the two of them were throwing and catching.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Qin Yimu stood up as if he was staring at his watch to keep it accurate every minute.

When he turned sideways, he put a small palm-sized yogurt bottle for Shan Qiye, the kind in a cardboard box.

Then he left without waiting for Shan Qiye to speak.

Shan Qiye inserted the straw in and took a few sips, staring at the two or three small strawberries on the small yogurt package.

...What did I want to tell Qin Yimu just now?

"belch."

I am full.