I suspect you are not a good student

half a minute ago.

Xie Chuhong thought he heard the subtext, so he said to his brother as soon as his head became hot: "Brother, I want to hug you."

His brother expressed his emotional stability: "Oh, good."

Then I really hugged.

Zhou Shiyi was wrapped around his waist. In fact, he didn't realize what happened at all. It was only when Xie Chuhong began to lament why he didn't know each other earlier that he realized that he seemed to have missed the best time to be dumbfounded. He could only continue to calm down: "...I I thought all my friends were like this, but I think others are.”

Xie Chuhong was silent for a moment: "So that's how it is."

Standing at the fork in the road, both of them were as jerky as children swimming in the water for the first time.

Zhou Shiyi's raised hand finally touched the slightly hot back of the person in front of him. He didn't know how things developed like this, let alone admit it.

In fact, Xie Chuhong was also his first friend.

Zhou Shiyi was stunned and embarrassed at the time, but Xie Chuhong didn't receive it until he went home later.

He was in a hurry to go out in the morning, and he didn't pay attention to the bowls and chopsticks he had accumulated on the dining table, and he didn't know when they would be tidied up - he dared to be misunderstood.

When Zhou Shi stumbled, most likely he just wanted to surprise him, and didn't want to sensationalize at all.

That night, Xie Chuhong was so foolishly amused by himself that he laughed for more than a minute at the empty dining table in the room.

Suddenly, I felt that this misunderstanding seemed to be quite good.

It seems that the residual heat of Zhou Shiyi still remains in the chest.

Early the next morning, his mother listened to Zhou Shiyi's nagging all the way when he was sent from home to school, telling him to pay more attention to Xie Chuhong's arm, to establish a good relationship as soon as possible, and to let people move into the house as soon as possible.

"Otherwise, what should I do if I bump into each other again, I'm too careless."

"Understood, I will take pictures for you as soon as I arrive in the classroom."

Zhou Shiyi's ears were almost callused, and it was the last car to stop that he finally heard a sentence or two that was different.

Zhou's mother looked casually at her son who was about to get off the car in the rearview mirror: "How are you getting along with the classmates in the class? Yesterday, your father and I worked overtime and went back late, so I haven't had time to ask you carefully."

Hearing the temptation in the words, Zhou Shiyi stood by the car and was about to speak when someone slapped his left shoulder: "Good morning Shiyi!"

Immediately behind, there was another magnetic voice with a smile: "Good morning, Auntie."

Facing the faces of Xia Wanli and Chi Che behind him, before Zhou Shiyi recovered from his daze, his mother responded first, and said enthusiastically, "Hey, good morning, are you Shiyi's classmates?"

"Yes, auntie, we'll sit at the tithe back table." I don't know if Xia Wanli just had a quarrel with Chi Che or what, but this morning she is also full of energy, and her pair of plump apple muscles are particularly pleasing.

Looking at Chi Che's beautiful face next to him, Zhou's mother liked it even more: "I thought my Shiyi was very handsome, but when I look at you again, I feel that the students in your No. [-] Middle School are also very special. It's pretty, and so is Chuhong."

Li Kailang gritted his teeth in Xia Wan: "There is no auntie, it's mainly our third and third classes in high school, and it has nothing to do with No. [-] Middle School."

Zhou's mother was happy: "Really? I think the guy over there is tall, thin, and very energetic. He just passed by pushing the cart and walked in."

Yi Ming was carrying a bag, and was just about to sneak around the three of them and slip into the school gate when he was caught.

Chi Che said with a smile: "That boy is also in our class, and he has a good relationship. Maybe he didn't pay attention to this side."

Xia Wanli frowned and wanted to goug him out, but was pinched and turned to the other side.

Chi Che patted Zhou Shiyi on the shoulder: "Auntie, shall we go in first?"

Zhou's mother beamed and said, "Hurry up, don't forget the tithe..."

Zhou Shiyi was decisive: "I know, I know, breakfast."

As soon as Xia Wanli was brought away two steps away, he couldn't help but stare at the person and asked, "What are you doing, why is Yi Ming on good terms with us?"

"Otherwise?" Chi Che raised his eyebrows, "How old is our milk bag this year, and we are still suing our parents?"

Xia Wanli's face flushed red: "Who said I'm going to sue! I'm just..."

"You are? You are what you are. Can you memorize "Guan Yimai"? You can memorize the chapters in junior high school and do the splits in high school." Chi Che cut off his words, and even cut off the little fist he swung to punch himself Stopped, holding it in the palm of his hand, a series of funny words, Xia Wanli was so angry that he jumped up and down.

Zhou Shiyi felt that Chi Che himself might not even know that there were stars shining in his eyes looking at Xia Wanli.

Just, too obvious.

Watching the three of them fight and leave, Zhou's mother just felt relieved that a big matter had settled on her mind, and happily sent a message to her husband.

- "This study is still correct"

- "I just sent tithe to school, and some classmates took the initiative to say hello to tithe!"

When he arrived in the classroom, Zhou Shiyi saw the hideous sores entrenched on someone's arm, and almost carried it away without a breath.

The day before, the inflammation had completely subsided, not to mention the scars again, and the scabs that had hardened after hard work also softened, and Xia Wanli jumped again with a look of water seeping out at any time.

"Xie Chuhong?"

This was the first time that Zhou Shiyi called this person's full name so seriously.

His mother specially approved him to bring his mobile phone to school today, just to listen to his report on the situation, and the result?

Xie Chuhong knew he was wrong: "I just realized that I forgot to take iodophor back after taking a shower yesterday, and I didn't expect it to be so delicate..."

Zhou Shiyi was unmoved: "You have medical alcohol at home."

Staring at him, Xie Chuhong only lasted for two seconds: "It hurts..."

He definitely wouldn't admit it before, but now, Xie Chuhong stretched out his arms obediently, and Ren Zhou Shiyi fiddled with iodophor and anti-inflammatory drugs. He found that Zhou Shiyi's eyelashes were actually quite long.

Yi Ming sat a little far away from the two of them. Although he couldn't hear what they were muttering next to each other, one helped the other to treat the wound, but the wounded one didn't look at his own wound, but stared straight at the person who treated it. Look, this is too much.

In his previous life, he was probably reincarnated as a deaf and blind child. He didn't see any clues about how he was stunned before, and the choreography was so vigorous.

There is still a short distance before the morning reading, and many people in the classroom are rushing to have breakfast.

Xie Chuhong felt that the wound was a bit ugly, and wanted to put down his sleeves to cover it up, but Zhou Shiyi refused to let it go, and took out a lunch box from his bag and put it in front of him, with a neat row of fried dumplings inside.

Xie Chuhong was speechless: "...I ate it."

"Then have another meal." Zhou Shiyi hadn't recovered from the deterioration of his wound, and his tone was stiff.

"I really don't have any appetite in the morning..." Looking at his brother's sharp eyebrows, Xie Chuhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Zhou Shiyi is really handsome, especially when he is angry, he is not sloppy at all, and he is very imposing.

But for the wound and the breakfast, Zhou Shiyi has to choose one or the other for his mother to deal with.

So when Bai Siming entered the classroom with a thermos, he happened to hear Zhou Shiyi's words: "Then I'll feed you."

Bai Siming: "...?"

Xia Wanli came back from the bathroom and saw that the class teacher had arrived. Just as he was about to trot into the classroom, he was startled by the movement at the door.

Holding the door frame, he carefully poked his head out from Bai Siming's side: "Old Bai, did you smash your water glass again?"

"I know." Bai Siming calmly pushed the glasses, "It's still broken."

Zhou Shiyi and Xie Chuhong: "..."

Xia Wanli blinked: "What's wrong?"

Bai Siming: "...Probably the class leader doesn't want to eat breakfast, and the tablemate is planning to force feed him."

Chi Che, who arrived late, only vaguely heard the second half of the sentence, and didn't understand who was speaking at all. The booing was just a casual thing: "What is this forced love plot, a new TV series?"

Zhou Shiyi, Xie Chuhong, Bai Siming: "..."

The whole class was quiet, only Xia Wanli paid the most attention, staring at the report card in Bai Siming's hand: "Is the ranking out?"

Bai Siming took advantage of the situation: "I'll post the results of the weekly test next to the blackboard. After you finish your morning reading, you can read it yourself."

Xia Wanli immediately didn't want to go back to her seat, so she had to look at it directly from the teacher in charge.

Chi Che strolled past with a smile, without even glancing at the paper - just by looking at the angry swollen cheeks of the milk bag, he knew that he must have been crushed by himself again.

Xie Chuhong is first, he is second, and Xia Wanli is third. This order is almost the iron rule of their class.

If Chi Che remembered correctly, the last time the ranking of the top three changed, it was because he couldn't adjust his professional courses and missed the exam.

Bai Siming was not polite: "If you still fail to wake up in the monthly exam next week, it is not impossible for the midterm exam to be ridiculed by the group next door."

Class [-] and Class [-] next door are all fast-paced liberal arts classes. Everyone is verbally the same, but everyone knows that the general trend of grades increases according to the class number—their class has always been a thorn in the side of the first two classes because they are too crazy. A thorn in the flesh.

Zhou Shiyi was guilty of "getting a partner" under Bai Siming's nose, and now he caused someone to break the water glass, and offered to help clean it up, but was rejected.

When Bai Siming came over to order Xie Chuhong's table, his fingertips landed next to the lunch box containing breakfast, and whispered: "Your total score in the weekly test is only five points higher than the number one next door."

Xie Chuhong looked down at the fried dumplings without moving his eyelids, pretending that he didn't hear.

Bai Siming obviously didn't expect him to respond, so he turned around and picked up the broom and dustpan to clean up the tea leaves and glass fragments on the ground. The atmosphere between the two of them was not very good.

At that time, Zhou Shiyi was still complaining about Xie Chuhong in his heart, thinking that Bai Siming was too harsh.It's just a weekly test, and I already got the first place in the grade and five points out of No.2, why are you still not satisfied?

It wasn't until later that I got a glimpse of the truth...