lend me a bite

The one-day class did not talk about any substantive content.

After all, on the first day of school, it is impossible for the teacher to press his head and let him study without saying anything.

Normally, the formal lectures begin after the military training.

On the second day of normal school, the military training started. At the last class today, the teacher distributed the military training uniforms to each class. Today, the first day of school is a perfect day.

Throughout the whole day, Shan Qiye focused all his attention on Qin Yimu, but Qin Yimu still didn't let Qin Yimu say a word, but Shan Qiye still didn't feel frustrated, at worst, come back tomorrow.

Before leaving, he waved to Qin Yimu, "Let's go, tablemate."

Qin Yimu didn't respond to this, not even giving him a superfluous look.

Shan Qiye was an optimist by nature, and he didn't feel any embarrassment. He turned his face and put his arms on Mao Junyu's body and said, "Let's go, my master will take you to the skewer."

"Okay~" Mao Junyu grinned and lengthened the ending, making a very thin voice, "Grandpa treats you."

This vile voice startled Shan Qiye and made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't get rid of the nausea even by moving his shoulders.

There was no homework when I graduated from junior high school, and it was hot outside. When I went out, my back was half wet without doing anything. No one could stand it.

In this weather, they don't go out very much, and stay at home with a computer to explore the world.

All rely on the game to maintain brotherhood.

It just so happens that there is no homework on the first day, if there is not so much time to go out for a run after the regular class.

Although the weather is not cool now, it is far from as hot as in midsummer. The typical high school class starts early and ends late, and the end of school at night is around [-] o'clock.

Because the junior high school was in this vicinity, Shan Qiye found a barbecue stand that several of their friends used to go to together.

It's just that school is starting now, although it doesn't have the feeling of going separate ways like a university, but it's quite difficult to get together.

Shan Qiye randomly found an empty seat and sat down, beckoning, "Uncle, do the same thing."

The master standing in front of the grill heard the voice and turned his head to take a look, then wiped his face with a wet towel hanging around his neck, "Here we come, classmate, it's just the two of you today? You can't finish cooking so much. "

Shan Qiye raised his voice and said, "It's okay, if you can't finish eating, pack it up and go back for supper."

The master is not a grumpy person either, he replied cheerfully: "Success, just wait, it will be ready soon."

The table is a very simple plastic small round table. The original color may be white, but it is slightly yellowish after a long time, and there are some spots that I don’t know what they are. It is not clean, but it feels uncomfortable when I touch it. to a little oil.

Mao Junyu opened a bottle of drink and pushed it to him. He held the other bottle and drank half of it in one breath. There was no way, he was sweating profusely all the way, and he felt that he could hardly hold on without a drink .

Using a paper to pump the sweat off Hulu's face, Mao Junyu held the remaining half bottle of drink against his face to cool off, and asked again: "Qiye, you haven't told me what happened to the injury on your face?" thing."

Dan Qiye shook the glass bottle and poured some beer into it, "I made it by accident. Don't worry about that."

It's just a little thing, so Mao Junyu doesn't pay so much attention to it.

He himself forgot how to do it.

Mao Junyu drank the remaining half bottle of drink, and said: "I heard that there seems to be someone's guarding' around here. Students in the third year of high school have been stopped. If you encounter them, you have to be careful."

Shan Qiye raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Mao Junyu to say this to himself, "You don't worry about your strength."

Mao Junyu denied it: "No, I was too worried about your strength, that's why I said that."

"Ok?"

"If you beat them badly, you will have to lose money. It's not worth it."

"..."

Dude, it's them you're worried about, not me.

Shan Qiye smiled and threw an unopened bottle of fruit juice over, "Go away."

Although Mao Junyu was a bit fatter, he was more nimble than in his figure. He easily reached out to grab the juice in his hand, and said with a big smile, "Qi Ye, your temper is getting worse and worse."

"Nonsense, when will my temper get better?" Shan Qiye himself knows what kind of personality he has, and he doesn't have to be single to be like a real Omega, but temper is something that he is born with.

Mao Junyu is an Alpha, but his personality is much gentler than that of Shan Qiye. He was about to tease him about his personality, but when he looked up, he saw Qin Yimu coming. Yes, Mao Junyu was very impressed with this silent man.

After all, not all Alphas were so lucky to escape from Shan Qiye's palm.

Shan Qiye saw that his eyes were fixed as if he was staring at the fragrant skewers, so he frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Mao Junyu raised his chin, motioning him to turn his head, "Qiye, look who that is."

"Huh?" Shan Qiye turned his head suspiciously, only to see Qin Yimu walking towards them.

Shan Qiye waved at him in line with the friendship he had fought together, "At the same table! Come and join us!"

At this time, there are very few empty tables, and table sharing is a normal operation.

With a glance at Mao Junyu's small eyes that were squeezed so that there were only two slits left, he could tell what was going on with these two people. He drank two sips of juice in amazement, never expecting to see Master Qi so enthusiastic one day.

Qin Yimu originally came in this direction, but when he heard the sound, he took a closer look, then turned sideways and walked in another direction.

Shan Qiye obviously looked at Qin Yimu and paused before changing direction.

Am I that unpopular?

Shan Qiye put down the juice with a 'bang', and was about to go to find someone, when he saw what the barbecue master said to him, Qin Yimu came out with the barbecue.

Just one look at Shan Qiye made him feel safe, that was what he ordered.

Sure enough, the next moment, Qin Yimu, who was avoiding him just now, took the initiative to come over.

Qin Yimu put down his things and was about to leave, but Shan Qiye grabbed him quickly, but in the end he pulled away with one hand, slid down his wrist and grabbed his hand.

Qin Yimu was slightly taken aback, and looked down at him.

It may be because of the relatively close distance, or the background of the surrounding colors. For the first time, Shan Qiye discovered that Qin Yimu's eyes were brown, not pure black.

Brown is a very warm color, but Qin Yimu can make his eyes look as cold as ice with a slight movement between his brows, and he really wants to freeze you just by looking at it.

Seeing Qin Yimu's complexion getting worse and worse, Shan Qiye quickly withdrew his hand, rubbed his nose and asked with a smile, "At the same table, do you work part-time here?"

Shan Qiye didn't think he would return, and just as he finished speaking, he took a bottle of juice for him, and then heard a very soft voice: "En."

Ok?

Shan Qiye's eyes widened suddenly. The barbecue stall they were at was an open-air food stall. Although it was clean and hygienic, the sound was unstoppable. People who drank too much always liked to chat and shout loudly. , Several people hugged each other and cried.

The surrounding atmosphere is not quiet, even a bit noisy.

But Qin Yimu's sound was like a drop of clear and cold spring water falling on the raging fire. Instead of being drowned by the fire, it easily cut off the flame. This sound fell clearly in Shan Qiye's ears.

For a moment, Shan Qiye was stunned and didn't know what to say.

I rely on.

His voice is so nice?

Then why doesn't he like to talk?

He is so handsome and has a nice voice, it really doesn't leave a way for ordinary people to survive.

No... what am I thinking!

Shan Qiye cleared his throat, "Ahem, then...then what, you, you can talk."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Shan Qiye wished he could fly back and shoot himself to death the last second, how could he speak?Will you speak?How can he ask such a stupid question when he is usually articulate and babbles non-stop!

Fortunately, his deskmate didn't mind such a stupid question, so he said "hmm."

Qin Yimu turned around and left.

Someone over there urged to ask why the barbecue was not on yet.

Shan Qiye knew why this person went after hearing it, so he didn't follow up to ask.

Mao Junyu looked at the two people cheerfully, but Qin Yimu had been gone for a long time, and Shan Qiye was still looking at him, with this look... Mao Junyu couldn't help calling him: "Seventh Lord, Seventh Lord!"

Shan Qiye turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him, "Huh?" It meant to ask what's wrong.

Mao Junyu couldn't help laughing, "Do you know what your eyes looked like just now?"

"what?"

"It's like seeing love in a dream—ah! Wrong Seventh Master!"

As soon as the words were finished, Shan Qiye threw a bottle of fruit juice in front of him. After Mao Junyu dodged, he dropped two more bottles.

They directly asked for a basket of fruit juice, Mao Junyu grabbed it while dodging, and grabbed the juice in his hand abruptly before being beaten, but when the last bottle flew over, Mao Junyu really had no hands to take it, just put down the bottle in his hand and turned his head to think Take, it turned out to be too late.

The bottle of juice bypassed Mao Junyu and went straight to the table behind.

Shan Qiye himself didn't expect that Mao Junyu didn't catch it, his pupils shrank suddenly, he got up quickly to chase, but the next moment, a slender and distinct hand with five fingers grabbed the bottle of drink.

No one was hurt, Shan Qiye breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking up...is it Qin Yimu?

Qin Yimu came over with the juice, still expressionless.

It made Shan Qiye feel like he was looking for himself to settle the score. Although he has a bad temper, he is not unreasonable. Seriously.

It's okay even if Qin Yimu reprimands him.

But Qin Yimu didn't seem to want to scold him. Instead, in front of him, he raised his thumb slightly, 'bang'... He easily opened the juice bottle cap with his fingertips, and then put the juice in front of him.

Without saying anything, he turned his head and left.

Mao Junyu blinked his eyes with the juice in his arms, and exclaimed, "Handsome." As he spoke, he reached out to grab the bottle of juice that Qin Yimu had opened.

Shan Qiye slapped it up, "Go, drink your own."

Mao Junyu touched the back of his beaten hand and was about to speak when Qin Yimu left and returned, putting down a plate of cold dishes.