lend me a bite

The dean pushed away the teacher who came forward to help him, firmly stroked the hair on both sides of his head, forced himself to calm down, and showed a perfect and very formal smile, "In that case, please... This classmate, did you enter our school with No.3 grades?"

When No.3 was asked to speak on stage, the dean asked cautiously.

If the violations were caught on the first day, and the top three were caught, it would be a joke.

The classmate shook his head, and the dean let out a sigh of relief.

The dean's eyes lit up. He really caught a fish that slipped through the net. There is no need to call on the good students to come up and give a speech. Just grab this one and talk about it carefully, "Look, you..."

"Director, Director!"

The dean's tirade was abruptly dragged back by the teacher, and he shook his sleeves in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing!"

"He is an architect who participated in the construction of the Imperial Rack. He has been recommended to Imperial University since junior high school. He came to our high school to experience life."

The head teacher was afraid that something would happen later, so he hurriedly told the ins and outs of this matter before the dean spoke.

However, the homeroom teacher who thought it would cause huge waves after speaking raised his head and took a look. Why is there no movement?

"Director? Director?"

Every little hair on the dean's head was trembling, and he showed a very twisted smile that was uglier than crying, "Today's speech under the national flag, that's it, bring it back to each class!"

After finishing speaking, "Uh—" suddenly choked up.

The school doctor who had been called just now rushed up in a swarm, and hurriedly got the dean onto the stretcher, and ran away in a hurry.

The whole movement is standardized, agile and fast.

Shan Qiye didn't even have time to speak to the dean, but today's matter...

Shan Qiye leaned against Qin Yimu and covered his stomach.

——He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

Shan Qiye wiped the corners of his eyes, tears came from laughing, seeing that Qin Yimu still had a calm and indifferent face, he put his arms around Qin Yimu's shoulders, and said: "At the same table, our director is too It's fun."

Qin Yimu looked at the dean who was being dragged away on a stretcher and was still holding up the book to deduct points. He didn't know what to think, so he pulled Shan Qiye's hand from his shoulder and said, "Go back."

"Hey..." Shan Qiye's hand was empty, and then he turned his head and the person had already left. He blinked and hurriedly followed, "Where are you going at the same table?"

Seeing that Qin Yimu's direction deviated from the teaching building, this angle seems to be heading for the back door of the school.

Although Shan Qiye was puzzled, he still walked with Qin Yimu.

After arriving at the locked back door, looking at the early car parked there, Shan Qiye suddenly laughed.

He raised his elbow, put it on Qin Yimu's shoulder, and said, "I want to add green peppers."

It was obviously a request for an earlier date, but the words were addressed to Qin Yimu.

Shan Qiye added: "I want soy milk."

"En." After a pause, Qin Yimu said again: "Add sugar."

---

What happened in the morning, all the freshmen in the school stood in the audience, and Qin Yimu and Shan Qiye immediately became famous after doing this.

Compared with their grades in the school, it is obvious that this 'farce' this morning is more likely to attract the attention of classmates.

I don’t know which one, but I secretly played with my mobile phone while speaking under the national flag, and took a picture of this scene and posted it on the school’s post bar and forum, and none of them were left behind.

Lunch break.

Shan Qiye drank sweet milk and played with his mobile phone, so he naturally didn't miss this shocking gossip.

The lunch break was only two hours full, and Shan Qiye was too lazy to run back and forth from home to school, so he didn't leave school at all.

Shan Qiye laughed as he watched. It was funny when he experienced it himself, but he didn't expect to be told it from a third-party perspective—it was even more funny!

Except for him and Qin Yimu, everyone in the classroom went home.

The whole room was filled with the voice of Shan Qiye alone. He bit his straw and felt bored again, so he lay down on the table and rubbed against Qin Yimu, "At the same table, look, the host launched a poll, asking who we compare handsome."

Qin Yimu sorted out the notes in the morning class, "Yeah."

"Huh, what? Who do you think is more handsome?" Shan Qiye swiped down twice, and found that the evaluations were all five or five. Some were talking about him and some were talking about Qin Yimu. At the time, Shan Qiye was stunned.

——Shan Qiye is an Omega, it shouldn't be handsome, it should be beautiful, right?

Shan Qiye: "???"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Qin Yimu glanced sideways. When he saw that sentence, his indifferent face relaxed a little, leaned back slightly, and looked at Shan Qiye without saying a word.

"...What do you think I'm doing?" Shan Qiye turned off his phone, and wrapped his arms around his chest cautiously, "Don't think about it, you say I'm beautiful and I will fight you hard."

How can a man be described as beautiful? !

Not even an Omega!

This poster must be arrested, like a small black house after school!

Qin Yimu saw that he was angry like a puffer fish, raised his hand and poked his swollen cheek, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Shan Qiye was stunned by his poking, and the breath he held back disappeared without a trace - he was not very angry at first, but somehow he seemed to be coaxed for some reason, and then he lost his temper.

"Ok?"

"I'm not hungry." Shan Qiye shook his head, took Qin Yimu's hand and put it under his cheek, lying sideways on the table and said, "I just finished breakfast not long ago."

For breakfast during the big break, pigs are not so diligent in eating.

Shan Qiye asked again: "Are you hungry at the same table?"

If the tablemate is hungry, it is definitely due to excessive mental exercise, and it has nothing to do with pigs.

"No." Qin Yimu handed him the notes he had just sorted out.

Shan Qiye was taken aback, "For me?"

Qin Yimu said concisely: "Copy."

Shan Qiye: "???"

Copy, copy... copy? !

Seeing that he had written more than 30 pages of handwriting in just four classes in the morning, Shan Qiye swallowed hard.

And he was wandering between the two situations of pushing the notes back and sternly refusing them, or taking them over to store the notes at the same table but wanting to copy them.

In the end, he firmly took Qin Yimu's notes and copied them as he wished, at worst printing them out.

"Handwritten." Qin Yimu knew what Shan Qiye was thinking with just one glance, "I will check."

The smile on Shan Qiye's face suddenly collapsed: "No, it's my deskmate! Notes need to be checked!"

You are more responsible than the teacher.

Qin Yimu tapped some notes with his fingertips. Needless to say, he had a clear attitude and finished copying.

Shan Qiye stuffed the notes under his body, then lay down on top, firmly blocking the handwriting, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to write."

"No."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Qin Yimu thought for a while and said, "Chinese documents."

"Huh? Chinese?" Shan Qiye sat up straight and flipped through his schoolbag.

"You didn't bring any Chinese books at the same table?" When he handed the books to Qin Yimu, he was still thinking, isn't there a Chinese class in the morning, did Qin Yimu take the books during class?Have you got it?Didn't take it?

...oh yes, I fell asleep.

Sitting and sleeping.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Qin Yimu's language documents on the table, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you bring your language documents with you at the same table?"

"Ah."

Without too much explanation, I took a marker and began to draw key points on the book. Some rare words were specially marked with pinyin, and some difficult-to-understand idioms were also written with notes.

At first, Shan Qiye thought he was highlighting the important points for himself, to make up for what he hadn't heard in get out of class. As a result, this is simply a walking humanoid dictionary!

He understands some idioms without Qin Yimu's special analysis, but what he understands is the meaning, not a sentence like Qin Yimu's that is similar to a dictionary explanation.

The black font appeared on the side of the text, because the space is small, Qin Yimu's writing is very small, densely packed together but not messy, neat as if printed.

Shan Qiye never thought that watching people write can also make people relax.

Following the tip of Qin Yimu's pen all the way down, the tip of the pen is sharp and slightly raised, and the writing is very smooth.

Before he knew it, Shan Qiye propped his chin with his hand, rested his left hand on the edge of the table, tapped the table with his fingertips rhythmically, and stared intently at Qin Yimu's hand—the hand at the same table was also very good-looking.

This idea inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Shan Qiye sighed, saying that there is no absolutely perfect person or thing in the world.

The person who said this must have never met Qin Yimu.

'Clatter' The slightly stiff paper turned the pages and made a sound, immersed in the world of his own imagination, Shan Qiye suddenly came back to his senses, and then pressed Qin Yimu's hand.

——"Same, same—same table!"

He was so excited that he almost didn't stand up and sit on it.

Just to prevent Qin Yimu from turning the page.

The attitude of stopping it was obvious, Qin Yimu didn't want to doubt it, but he didn't ask too much what happened to this page, but said: "Hand."

Shan Qiye didn't raise one hand, but pressed the other hand up. Anyway, his attitude was clear, and it was over if he didn't allow it to be seen.

He explained to Qin Yimu seriously: "I listened carefully to this page, and even took notes."

"En." Qin Yimu seemed to have listened to his explanation.

Shan Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Qin Yimu grabbing his wrist and pulling him up.

"Deskmate--!"

'crash'

Turning over the first page of the book, Qin Yimu clasped Shan Qiye's wrists with one hand, ran his fingertips across the page, and flattened the entire page.

In order to make it easier for students to understand the content of the article, each article is accompanied by pictures.

This one is no exception.

However, the pictures in Shan Qiye's book...

From the poet with flowing hair under the picturesque scenery at the beginning, he became...he.

Painting in the first half of class and sleeping in the second half?

Qin Yimu raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Shan Qiye smiled, shyly showing off a little, "I draw well, right?"

It is perfectly integrated with the original picture, and it is clear at a glance who is drawing, which shows that his painting is exquisite.

On this point, Qin Yimu nodded in agreement.

Shan Qiye was about to explain in depth about this painting when he heard his deskmate say indifferently: "Copy the text three times for me."

Shan Qiye: "???"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-1016:22:11~2020-06-1117:53:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Haisheng laughed 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Fanhua; 2 bottles of Zz and Qiqiqi; 1 bottle of Yang Yang, I heard that I am cute;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!