Picked up a crying bag

He Shiyi led the way, and Jing Ji silently followed behind.

Opposite the canteen is the grove of Qingyang No. [-] Middle School, and they are only separated by a playground.

After arriving at the commissary, Jing Ji bought two bottles of water and three breads.

He took a bottle of water and a piece of bread to He Shiqi: "Here."

"I don't need it." He Shiyi didn't answer.

"I'll take it for you." Jing Ji said impatiently, and then shoved it into He Shiyong's arms, "It's an apology."

When he got to the classroom, Jing Ji had already finished eating, and he even felt that the two breads were not enough.

He Shiyong put the things into the desk and didn't move.

Jing Ji played Doudizhu for three classes, and finally made it to the time when school was over at [-]:[-].

He didn't have a schoolbag or anything to bring, so he put his phone on his back and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey." He Shiqi wanted to grab Jing Ji's clothes again, but retracted his hand halfway, "Let's eat together."

Jing Ji turned her head and saw He Shiqi's movements, "I won't hit you." He said so.

"Dining together?" He Shiyong nodded and said it again.

"No, you eat by yourself, I have something to do." After Jing Ji finished speaking, she put her hands in her pockets and walked out.

He Shiyong sat on the bench and looked at Jing Ji's back, his eyes were red.

A mean-looking boy passed by him, and he patted He Shiyu's head back, "Hahaha, I'm going to cry again, you're really disgusting."

After speaking, he and his friends walked out of the classroom door happily.

The boy's hand was so strong that He Shiqi's head was buried a little bit when he slapped it.

He Shiyong, who buried his head down, didn't raise his head again, just lowered his head quietly like that.

Many people passed by He Shiyong, but no one cared about him, and no one's eyes even stayed on him.

Gradually, there were fewer people, and the classroom became quiet.

He Shiqi only moved a little.

His sleeves brushed against his face, and when he raised his head again, he couldn't see anything unusual except that his eye circles were a little red.

He pursed his lips and showed a smile that quickly disappeared, and then took out bread and mineral water from the drawer.

The bread was delicious and had meat in it.

After eating, he sat quietly on the seat, looking at the Chinese documents.

After reading for a long time, his eyes were dazzled, and He Shiqie's eyes lifted from the Chinese document.

At this time, the classroom was basically full of people, which seemed a bit lively.

He Shi timidly moved his neck, Jing Ji's seat was still empty.

Glancing at the time, there were still 10 minutes left for class, He Shiqi wondered if Jing Ji forgot to go to the evening self-study again.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Jing Ji a message:

- ten past seven.

After waiting for a while, Jing Ji didn't reply, so He Shiyong put his phone away and didn't wait any longer.

In class, this is a math class, and it's a female teacher.

However, this female teacher has a loud and sharp voice, which can make this floor tremble three times.

"Report!" A cold and rambling voice sounded.

He Shi looked timidly at the front door, Jing Ji was standing outside the door.

The boy stood upright, but his expression seemed a little careless, as if he didn't even know that he was late.

He was 2 minutes late and probably would be scolded, so He Shiyi lowered his head.

"What's going on! Why did you come here?" The math teacher knew Jing Ji: "I was late for class on the first day, are you planning to postpone our school's class time?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The students in class three didn't laugh, but the class four next door did.

Jing Ji didn't say a word, just stood at the front door and looked at the math teacher, anyway, if he doesn't anger the teacher at this time, he can go in soon.

However, it was obvious that Jing Ji made a mistake in her estimation. The math teacher went back and forth, training her for 10 minutes before letting Jing Ji in.

Jing Ji sat in his seat speechless, he was 2 minutes late, but this teacher spent 10 minutes on him.

Math whiz.

He handed the bag in his hand to He Shiqi.

It made He Shiyong look at him in surprise, and asked, "For me?"

Just as Jing Ji was about to speak, the math teacher on the podium said, "Don't miss out!"

That voice passed through a crowd of people from the podium and hit Jing Ji's eardrums directly.

Alright, Jing Ji blinked and said: "Let's talk after class." After finishing speaking, he played his own game Doudi Zhu seriously.

After one class, Jing Ji lost all the beans she had won in the afternoon and went bankrupt.

Tsk, he covered his phone on the table, covered his face with his hands and groaned in pain.

"What's wrong?" He Shiqie asked carefully.

"It's okay." Jing Ji cheered up and said, "The medicine in that bag is for you."

"Ah, medicine?" He Shike turned out the bag, and saw a bottle of safflower oil and a tube of bruise medicine inside.

"This medicine? I remember that the pharmacy is not on Anfu Street... You traveled so far to buy medicine for me?"

He Shiqi was surprised. Anfu Street is far away from their school, and it takes four to ten minutes to go back and forth, but this is the nearest pharmacy to their school.

"How do I know that this fucking place doesn't even have a pharmacy? If I had known, I wouldn't have taken it...wouldn't have bought it." Jing Ji rubbed her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

It was his first time shopping for someone else.

"..." He Shike's eye circles gradually turned red again.

Why does Jing Ji care about him?He thought no one would care about him.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that He Shiyong was about to cry again, Jing Ji was a little flustered.

"It's okay." He Shiqi said, "Thank you, how much money? I'll give you the money."

"I'll take it for you." Jing Ji waved his hand and said indifferently.

...

After school, He Shiqi naturally followed Jing Ji and planned to walk with him.

"I'm going to the snack street to buy food, are you going?" Jing Ji asked.

He Shiyi nodded.

The two walked to the snack street.

Jing Ji was [-], but he felt that he might still grow taller.

Because he eats a lot recently, he often feels hungry again only a few hours after eating.

The last time he felt this way, he jumped directly from 1.5 meters to 1.7 meters.

Say whatever comes to mind, Jing Ji said, "I feel like I'm going to grow taller again recently."

"Ah, I feel like you're quite tall now." He Shiyong said.

"It's not tall, it's still a little short, but have you ever grown? Why are you so short? Like a junior high school student." Jing Ji said with one hand on He Shiji's head.

When he met Jing Ji for the first time, he really thought that He Shiqi was from junior high school, thin and short.

"I shouldn't grow any longer." He Shiyong said, with a bit of frustration in his voice.

"No, you should grow. It's normal for a man to grow slowly." Jing Ji silently took off the hand that was pressing on He Shiqie's head, and said honestly.

Jing Ji bought finger pancakes and egg waffles.

He carried his things and walked slowly on the way home

He pulled some egg waffles and handed them to He Shiqi: "Eat?"

He Shiyong thanked him and took the egg waffle.

Holding the warm egg waffle in your hand, it still exudes the aroma of eggs.

Take a bite.

Well, delicious.

The warm street lamps shone on him and Jing Ji, this egg waffle smelled of happiness.

The two walked to the yard and walked into the corridor.

A man reeking of alcohol came down the stairs. Because the corridor was too narrow, he almost fell headlong on Jing Ji and He Shiqi.

When they reached the third floor, the door of He Shiyong's house was open, and He Ya was standing at the door, smoking a cigarette.

Seeing He Ya standing at the door, He Shiyi frowned instinctively, and the man reeking of alcohol suddenly flashed in his mind.

Jing Ji saw He Shiyong's mother standing at the door, he glanced at He Shiyong behind him, nodded without saying anything, then opened the door and went back to his home.

After Jing Ji closed the door, He Shiyong stood silently at the door of his house, he wasn't too close and even deliberately kept a distance.

He Ya looked at her son who was standing in front of her with his head bowed. The distance between them was not that big, but she felt as if she was separated from the world, so far away that she...

"Did you get close to that kid?" He Ya asked, exhaling smoke rings.

When He Shiqi heard this, he raised his head and glanced at the woman in front of him.

It was obviously an emotionless glance, but He Ya seemed to be stabbed, and said viciously: "You'd better stay close, or you'll get that slap in vain."

He Shiyu's eyes suddenly widened, and only then did he realize that the slap he received that day was actually He Ya's intentional slap.

At that time, he only thought that He Ya was going crazy.

"Hello..." He Shiyong opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the word disgusting.

But He Ya knew what He Shiyong wanted to say.

"Oh." She brushed her hair and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, "You too."

After she finished speaking, she entered the house.

He Shiyong stood outside the door, tightly clenched his palms, his whole body was shaking with great strength.

After a long while, he let go as if he was out of strength.

He went into the house and took out a broom and dustpan to sweep in the ashes and cigarette butts that had fallen at the door.

After tidying up, He Shiqi returned to his room.

He closed the door of the room, turned on the lamp on the table, and took out today's homework.

A set of math exercises, a set of English papers, and Chinese preview.

He put the math exercises on the top first, and planned to finish the math exercises first.

This practice question uses the new formula taught by today's math teacher.

He Shiqi looked at the first question first, he was very familiar with it, and felt that the math teacher had already explained it.

But he has been staring at this question for 10 minutes and still can't solve it.

"What's going on!" He Shiqi scratched his hair in despair: "I obviously feel like I've said it before, why not???"

In the end, He Shiqi had no choice but to take out the notes he took today, and searched for similar questions one by one, and finally solved the first question.

"Phew~" He Shiqi breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted himself, "It's not that stupid."

It was already one o'clock in the morning after finishing all the homework, He Shiqi rubbed his eyes and basically fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed.

He will get up at six o'clock tomorrow.

After Jing Ji returned home, she went to the bathroom to wash up.

He didn't close the bathroom door, in fact he never liked closing the bathroom door, he didn't like the steam.

Last time, because of the lack of congratulations, it was hard not to close the door.

Standing under the shower to wash away the tiredness all over her body, Jing Ji lay on the bed beautifully.

He now feels that Shancheng is a good place,

Here he no longer has to be irritable and hysterical like he was in Beishi.

But after lying down for a while, he struggled to get up and applied a lotion on himself.

He still learned about applying skin care products from a female classmate.

In the past, he could always see female students in his class smearing these things on his face.

At that time, he tried it out of curiosity, but as a result, many female classmates kept painting these things on him.

The girls all said that applying it was good for the skin. Anyway, it was the female classmates who applied it to him at the time, and he didn't have to worry about it himself, so he readily accepted it.

After his temper became bad, no one dared to paint him anymore.

However, his skin always felt dry without using those things.

In the end, he had to secretly buy it for himself to paint.

As a result, this painting has been painted until now.

Jing Ji huddled under the covers, and as soon as she turned on her phone, a notification popped up.

"Don't be stupid! Straight men don't know how to take care of skin!"

"..."

"???"

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The author has something to say: Jing Ji: Straight men know how to take care of skin!