lend me a bite

Xiaopang angrily unscrewed the mineral water bottle and drank most of it in one go.

Day by day, it's really not a matter of the world.

Shan Qiye took two sips and stopped drinking. He said, "At the same table, how about playing football?"

Several boys in the class have already organized a team, but there must be not enough people.

But playing football in school gym class, that is, for fun, doesn't have to be so formal.

In short, just play it.

Qin Yimu said, "No."

Then he hugged the medical books he brought down all the way, and found a shady place to sit.

Shan Qiye blinked, winked at Mao Junyu, and then walked to Qin Yimu's side, "At the same table, pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Ah."

Shan Qiye sat beside him, propped his chin with one hand and looked at him sideways: "Don't you want to go to the playground for a run?"

From his point of view, Qin Yimu is not the kind of person who is too lazy to exercise. In a certain situation, Qin Yimu should be a person who loves sports and fitness, but for some reason, he seems very quiet and lacks vitality .

Qin Yimu said, "I won't go."

"Why?"

"boring."

"..."

"Then I'm going... Are you really not going at the same table?"

"Ah."

After a day of class, Shan Qiye couldn't sit still for a long time, and hurriedly handed Qin Yimu his mobile phone and water, tightened his shoelaces and ran out to find Mao Junyu.

Qin Yimu raised his head slowly, moved his gaze away from the book, looked at the back of the young man running nimbly, lowered his eyes to suppress the thoughts in his eyes, put away his phone, took out his pen again, and drew something on the page of the medical book What.

Shan Qiye was completely unaware of this, and ran over to punch Mao Junyu. With him added, the two sides just formed a 6V6 confrontation.

As soon as Shan Qiye came, Mao Junyu shouted: "Come on, brothers—!"

"come on!"

It was a simple entertainment game, and the blood was boiling with their shouts.

Shan Qiye smiled helplessly, but couldn't help getting excited.

Their voices were a bit loud, and the other students in the physical education class had noticed the situation here. Several girls turned their heads and muttered softly, obviously commenting on the handsome guy's appearance.

The game has already started, Mao Junyu stood firmly in front of the goal as the goalkeeper, seeing the ball coming, Shan Qiye still stood still, he quickly shouted, "Qi Ye, come on!"

"Got it." Shan Qiye waved his hand and ran over.

The teenagers formed a group, kept moving, dribbling the ball left and right to try to break out of the encirclement, while those next to them who didn't grab the ball were strictly guarded to block all places where he could break through.

Shan Qiye stepped forward, his figure flashed quickly, he darted through the crowd, and dribbled the ball out under his feet. Before they could react, he shoveled it away!

The football flipped twice in the air and landed far away.

Layers of encirclement dissipated in an instant, and everyone swayed the sweat from their heads and rushed towards the football.

Shan Qiye reacted faster than them, he chased after the ball the moment he kicked it out, and even left them far behind at this moment, rushed in front of the football, ran towards the enemy's goal decisively, dribbling the ball along the way. people, bypassing oncoming classmates.

Breaking through the human wall abruptly, kicking the football straight to the goal!

With the goalkeeper a swoop!

- in!

The girls around the playground burst into screams.

"Ahhh! So handsome!"

"Who is this person? Damn—! His eyes will kill me!"

"I want to get all his information and contact information within 3 minutes."

"Woooooo...I'm in love."

Thanks to the loud voices of others, everyone did not deliberately suppress their own voices. They slapped their thighs excitedly and kept taking pictures with their mobile phones in their hands.

Shan Qiye wiped off his sweat. The playground is huge and designed according to a normal football field. Running back and forth twice is enough to make people sweat profusely. What's more, he dribbled the ball and made tackles along the way. The one who shoots is naturally tired.

In such a simple ball game, half an hour passed without knowing it in the running and sweating.

Shan Qiye waved his hand, rejected Mao Junyu's suggestion to continue the game, and turned to play with the same table.

Seeing him coming, Qin Yimu folded his hands and closed the book, and handed him his water.

Just after exercising, Shan Qiye's mouth was parched, but when he saw the bottle of water, he didn't go hungry, but turned his head and leaned on Qin Yimu's shoulder.

"At the same table, I'm too tired to raise my hands." Shan Qiye's voice was thick nasal, and seemed a bit dull.

Mao Junyu walked over with two tissues hanging around his neck, and happened to hear this sentence.

Can't raise your hand?

What, do you play football with your hands?

Why don't you tell him that your feet hurt and let him rub them for you?

Qin Yimu is stupid to believe your false lie!

Shan Qiye snorted softly, completely ignoring his provocation.

Then, Mao Junyu watched helplessly, Qin Yimu didn't even verify the authenticity of this sentence, he unscrewed the bottle cap and sent it to Shan Qiye's mouth.

Shan Qiye chuckled, rubbed against his shoulder, and took two sips of Qin Yimu's hand.

Mao Junyu: "..."

Day by day, I can't go to this school!

The weather was already hot, Shan Qiye came back from running and jumping, his whole body was warm, he leaned on Qin Yimu's body for a long time and didn't recover, he simply sat up straight and wanted to pour water on his head, but before he could do anything Well, I saw an obvious piece on Qin Yimu's shoulder...

"Ahem." Shan Qiye shook the bottle twice, almost slipped and dropped the bottle, "At the same table..."

Qin Yimu looked at him sideways.

Shan Qiye pursed his lips, and carefully pointed to the spot on his shoulder, "That... stained your clothes."

Hearing this, Qin Yimu lowered his eyes and took a look.

When white clothes are soaked, it will be obvious, unlike other colors that cover up.

The school uniform itself is a T-shirt with a white base, so that these marks cannot be hidden.

Shan Qiye caused a lot of troubles, but every time he would perfectly solve the problems he caused, he would not shirk his responsibility, isn't it just dirty clothes, Shan Qiye simply said: "You still have a change of clothes at the same table Do you want to take this back for me, and return it to you after washing it. "

"Need not."

"You're welcome, I'll go back and wash it by hand, and I won't break it for you."

"Do not."

"Hey, do you still care about this with me?"

"..."

Mao Junyu sat on the side, watching these two people talk to each other, is it just a school uniform?

Also take it back to wash.

Seventh Master, have you forgotten that when you were in junior high school, you fought and tore the school uniform down to one sleeve. In the end, you didn't want to be deducted points. In the third year of junior high school, you wore the sleeve as an armband?

Why does this still care about the last school uniform?

And there are also changing and washing, which is completely enough, okay?

Thinking of this, Mao Junyu felt a strange feeling in his heart, it was very inexplicable, he was about to speak to point out this question, when suddenly he was taken aback!

its not right.

No, no, no.

Where have I seen this picture before?

Sweet Xiaobaiwen, the legendary youthful and hot-blooded president? ? ?

Does the heroine always take the hero's clothes like this?

Gee tut.

I didn't expect you to be such a seventh master!

Mao Junyu couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up when Shan Qiye turned his head.

Shan Qiye: "???"

What do you mean?

Mao Junyu thought he understood, and didn't mean to explain at all, "Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Shan Qiye was at a loss.

It just so happened that the bell rang for the end of get out of class at this time, Qin Yimu put the books and water on Shan Qiye's lap, got up and walked towards the other direction of the teaching building.

Holding the book in his arms, Shan Qiye quickly asked, "Why are you at the same table?"

There were a lot of people on the playground, and this sentence was instantly drowned out in the noisy conversation of the crowd.

In a blink of an eye, the deskmate disappeared.

Shan Qiye had no choice but to hold the book, go back to work with Mao Junyu and wait for others.

In Qin Yimu's absence, Mao Junyu couldn't hold back his gossiping mood at all, and couldn't help asking when he went up the stairs: "Qi Ye, are you and Qin Yimu... that?"

"What?" Shan Qiye didn't think about it, he subconsciously replied when he heard the words, and then reacted again, hitting the back of his head, "What nonsense."

"No? Then why do you have such a good relationship?" Mao Junyu scratched the place where he was beaten, "And you also pick up the chalk ends for you."

"What chalk head?" Shan Qiye felt that he couldn't understand Mao Junyu's words.

For a while this and that, and for a while it was chalk head again.

"You can speak clearly once and for all..." But when it comes to chalk tips, Qin Yimu really has three or four.

It's all broken chalk ends.

"Wait—" Shan Qiye suddenly realized something, "You mean, Qin Yimu will help me pick up the chalk ends."

"That's right." Mao Junyu said, "The teacher dropped several chalk stubs, none of which hit you."

Mao Junyu recalled that scene, and couldn't help sighing: "Really, it's so handsome, the catch is like a match with the teacher, one throws and one catches, not to mention the tacit understanding."

The little chalk head swished.

The teacher aimed at it casually, and then Qin Yimu moved his fingertips, but he caught it without carefully watching how it moved.

Shan Qiye: "..."

The first reaction was nothing else, but——I was not in such a fun scene!

I will never sleep in class again.

Cried.

"No, who said none of them hit me." Shan Qiye keenly caught the mistake in Mao Junyu's words, "How did I wake up when I missed it?"

Obviously, he was woken up by the chalk head.

"No, Qin Yimu threw it on your desk with a chalk stub."

The eyes of Mao Junyu's contemporary paparazzi are not covered, they can see clearly, "It's very light, I didn't even hear the sound, I just saw you woke up."

Shan Qiye's face was numb.

While Mao Junyu was describing the situation vividly, Qin Yimu came back.

Shan Qiye immediately wanted to ask the client what he thought: "At the same table, you—"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yimu put a plastic bag on his desk first.

When I opened the plastic bag, I saw some individually wrapped ice creams and several bottles of ice water.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-1216:41:59~2020-06-1310:33:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Hai Shengxiao and Jian Huai one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: WDNMD20 bottles;

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