just fight with you

Zuo Gu returned to the classroom, passed the weekly test papers back from the office to the students in front of him, then took his and Qi Qi's papers and walked back with the books in his hands.

The students in the class have a good learning atmosphere, and the voices of various discussion questions are piled up together, and the classroom is very lively.

Qi Qi sat in his seat, lowered his head slightly and quietly wrote today's homework.

The English composition scores of the students in the class are generally not very high, and Bitumen gives them a small composition practice every day.

English composition is Qi Qi's shortcoming. This is the homework he dislikes the most, so he writes it at the end every time.

When Zuo Gu went out, Qi Qi was still writing the physics paper, now walking down from the front, seeing that his air pressure was a bit low, he knew he was writing an English composition.

Although I don't like it, but I don't deal with it casually every time, and I write seriously and put in it. Every time Zuo Gu sees him working so hard, he really wants to give him a candy.

There was the sound of a book on the table next to it, and Qi Qi was writing the last few sentences of the summary.

Zuo Gu sat back in his seat, leaned over to read what he had written for a while, and then praised, "Qi Qi, your writing has improved compared to yesterday."

"Almost." Qi Qi replied to him.

Compared with Zuo Gu's tone of voice, Qi Qi's tone of voice seemed very flat.He doesn't feel that what he writes now is any better than yesterday or before, but Zuo Gu always speaks very seriously every time, he doesn't know if he has made progress, but he doesn't like writing as much as before.

After Qi Qi finished speaking, he finished writing the next few words, put down his pen, and turned his head to look over.

Looking at the empty desktop to the left, several exercise books that were scattered and spread out took up a lot of space.

Now there is a lot of homework every day, and the piles of papers left after each subject are a bit shocking. Zuo Gu is not easy to learn. In addition to these piles of homework, he still has the enthusiasm to search for exercise books to do.

Qi Qi looked at the exercise book, raised his eyes and asked him, "Where did you get it?"

"Old Ce gave it." Zuo Gu said.

Qi Qi didn't need to think about it, he must have provoked it, and then leaned back on the back of the chair to see what he had to say.

"I'll just tell him the truth that it's impossible for me to fall in love to affect my studies." Zuo Gu said this, and first explained, "I don't blame me for saying it. It's Lao Ce who wants to ask. Seeing that he wants to ask and still asks so circuitously, I can barely tell.”

Knowing the habit of Zuo Gu, Qi Qi smiled, with only a small arc on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's really hard for you to refrain from doing so."

"It's okay, it's not too forced," Zuo Gu smiled, and continued, "But who knows that Lao Ce didn't say anything after listening to it, and asked me to remove these exercise books when he left, and let me download them. It has to be handed in on Monday, and if it doesn’t affect your studies, you have to show that you won’t be affected, and you also say that a love affair that can’t be completed with such a small amount of homework and can’t take care of your studies should not breed, so, in order to refute his absurdity point of view, I have to get these few books out in the next few days."

After Zuo Gu finished speaking, he quietly waited for Qi Qi to express his opinion.Qi Qi looked down at the exercise book on his desk, and said to him: "Then hurry up."

After finishing speaking, I sat back, took out the prose I read recently, opened it to the place where I folded the pages yesterday, and continued to read.As if to let him fend for himself.

"..." Zuo Gu looked at him silently for a while, looked a little pitiful, and said, "Qi Qi, won't you help me?"

Qi Qi looked at the book, didn't give him a look, and replied ruthlessly: "I won't help."

Seeing that Qi Qi really didn't intend to help him, Zuo Gu could only tell the truth: "Actually, these exercise books are not all for me, there are also old tricks for you."

Seeing that Qi Qi's complexion was a bit off, he looked around to make amends: "But most of them are mine."

Qi Qi: "... What else did you say to Lao Ce?"

Zuo looked back at him: "I didn't say anything, I just felt that Lao Ce treated it too differently. There was a classmate in our class who had a puppy love, and Lao Ce didn't do much at the end of the interview. Don't worry, but it's like this to me. I thought it was unfair, so I said that you also talked about it, and asked him if he would let you make these exercise books too?"

"..." Qi Qi couldn't read the book anymore, and looked around a few places, looking for which book had a stronger attack power.

Seeing this, Zuo Gu stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, turned around and found two of the exercise books, and emphasized to him: "In the end, Lao Ce only brought out two more books, just the two thinnest ones."

What Zuo Gu didn't say was that fortunately there were only so many exercise books in the office, and Lao Ce didn't have to take them if he wanted to.

Qi Qi shook his hand away: "...Why are you talking so much to Lao Ce when you have nothing to do?" He didn't know whether he should sympathize with Lao Ce who suddenly knew that Zuo Gu's relationship was badly hit, or whether he should sympathize with Zuo Gu's man friend's self.

"I saw that he was too worried. Who knew he would bring so many exercise books to me in the end."

After Zuo Gu finished speaking, he looked at Qi Qi expectantly, Qi Qi was still very ruthless, and threw him a sentence: "Say it yourself, write it yourself."

Turn around and continue reading.

Qi Qi was as immovable as a mountain, Zuo Gu had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​persuasion, opened the exercise book in an orderly manner, picked up the pen and prepared to do the questions, then put the pen back, reached out to take the pen that Qi Qi put on the table, the next best thing, This is a little comforting.

Zuo Gu didn't write for long, then stopped writing again, and turned his head to look at Qi Qi.

He didn't say anything for a while, Qi Qi was annoyed by his reading, so he had no choice but to put down the book in his hand, and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"Qi Qi, did you forget something?" Zuo advised him.

Qi Qi: "What?"

After waiting for a while, seeing that he still didn't realize the slightest bit, Zuo Gu had no choice but to point out: "The love letter you said to me."

After listening, Qi Qi was stunned with an indistinct expression, the time was short, his expression fluctuated slightly, Zuo Gu could also see it, and still had a glimmer of hope: "Qi Qi, you didn't write?"

Qi Qi: "..."

"You really didn't write to me?!" Zuo Guyou was hit, looking very hurt.

"...No," Qi Qi said, adding with a rare guilty conscience, "It's just that I haven't written it yet."

At that time, I just wanted Zuo Gu to stop worrying about him accepting other people's love letters, so I didn't take it to heart.It would make him suddenly write a love letter of thousands of words, which would be very strange to him, so he didn't even think about writing it after returning home.But he wasn't surprised that Zuo Gu would ask.

"When will you write it? Give me a specific time."

Zuo Gu was very persistent about the love letter he said he wanted to write at the time, and his attitude was much tougher.Qi Qi looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Now."

Then he reached out, took away the pen in Zuo Gu's hand, and pulled his left hand with the other hand, with the back of his hand pressed against the table.

Qi Qi touched Zuo Gu's palm with his fingers, found a place on it, prepared to write, and then raised the tip of the pen.

A few fingers of his left hand lightly pressed the palm of his hand, his thumb moved up to the outside of his wrist, the pen was held in his right hand, more than two centimeters below the heel of his palm, and he began to write.

When Qi Qi was writing, his downcast eyes moved with the tip of the pen.He writes very slowly, but also very focused.

Zuo Gu looked at Qi Qi, and after he finished writing, he lowered his eyes to look at his hand.

On the position of his left wrist, the series of numbers written horizontally are the same as the marks that Qi Qi wrote when he was worried that he would lose his thermos after he took away his thermos.