why are you forcing me to study

Eyelids slowly lifted, meeting a pair of half-open and half-closed pupils.

There is a small black tear mole at the end of the right eye, coupled with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, it looks like a cool scholar.

If he hadn't just witnessed this person single-handedly knocking down the little bastard, He Qinghui might have believed it was a frail little white.

He Qinghui just wanted to step back and put some distance away from him, but unexpectedly, the man in front of him raised his hand and pinched the brim of his hat and gently lifted it upwards. He lowered his head slightly, pressed his face closer, and curled his lips, " Thanks."

The boy turned around and was about to leave.

He Qing froze in place.

It's just dumbfounded.

He frowned and called to stop the man's back: "Hey, classmate, which class are you from No. [-] Middle School? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The man's footsteps did not stop.

"Hey, wait...you haven't said which class you are in yet, hello!"

The boy was tall and long-legged, and he walked fast, but he disappeared from his sight at some point.

He Qinghui admitted that beauty misleads others.

At that moment, I was really amazed by this face.

He was so surprised that he was speechless for a while.

After all, there are not many people in the Fourth Middle School who can look better than him.

There are almost no people who he thinks are prettier than him.

...Who is that little boy?

Just thinking about it, the phone vibrated twice again.

[Madman]: I said Brother Hui, you are kidding me, what time is it.Can we make it through the night tonight?

[Dashuai forced]: I suddenly had a stomachache, so I went back.

It can't be said that the mood is messed up by a little boy and he doesn't want to beat him anymore.

[Madman]: All right, it's no fun if you don't come, I'll go back after this game is over.Make an appointment another day, you have a good rest.

I was lucky tonight, the old man in front of the boys' dormitory was taking a nap, so He Qinghui slipped in logically.

The dormitories in Pucheng No. [-] Middle School are all double rooms, and He Qinghui lives in the innermost room with his three-year roommate Zhu Hao.Zhu Hao lives under the same roof as his classmate, and He Qinghui has helped him a lot. Although the friendship is not very deep, it is still half a brother.

Zhu Hao is a good student with a regular schedule, every time He Qing came back from the Internet cafe at night, he would already be sound asleep, but tonight the door of the dormitory was wide open.

He Qinghui was so frightened that he thought that a thief had entered the dormitory, so he hurried over to have a look——

Zhu Hao is packing his luggage.

Big and small bags were placed all over the floor, all the way to the door.

He Qing replied: "Brother, what is this for?"

Hearing the sound, Zhu Hao stopped the movements of his hands suddenly, then put down his bag and hugged He Qinghui, and said with a slight cry: "Brother Hui, I'm leaving."

"??? Where are you going?"

"My parents bought a house near No. [-] Middle School during the summer vacation. I will go to live with them in their new home tonight. I won't live in school anymore."

"..."

"Brother Hui, although we've only been roommates for a year, I'm still very reluctant to let you be such a handsome guy. Promise me that you must eat well, sleep well, and well... Forget it, I know what I said If you study hard, you won't listen. Anyway, live well, don't miss me all the time, or I will worry..."

"All right, all right!" He Qinghui was almost nauseated, so he pushed him away in disgust, "If you want to go, go quickly, don't worry about your mother-in-law."

Although He Qinghui looked disgusted, he still took the initiative to help him put the things into the suitcase one by one and move them out of the door.

Zhu Hao pulled out the lever, stood in front of the familiar door, and looked at He Qinghui with sad eyes, "Brother Hui, although you don't care on the surface, I know that you have a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, and you are very reluctant to part with me. It's okay, I I'll be sure when I'm free..."

Before the next few words were finished, the door was slammed shut by He Qing.

"It's disgusting. I can't bear to be a fart, I feel more comfortable living alone!"

He Qinghui casually glanced at the empty dormitory, lay down on the bed with his arms pillowed, and looked at the ceiling.

joke.

What's wrong with living alone?

I closed my eyes, but a voice was circling in my mind.

"Little Hui, you must take good care of yourself at school."

Several human faces alternated and overlapped in the dream, and He Qinghui didn't sleep well all night.

Early the next morning.

He Qinghui got up very late as usual.

In the past, he could still count on Zhu Hao to get up early to bring him a meal or something, but now he can only go to the long queue in the cafeteria.

After putting on the headband, he went out the door before he could pull the zipper of the school uniform.

While chewing on the pork bun with dried plums and vegetables, he hurriedly shuttled through the corridor of the teaching building.

I heard some discussions on the road.

"Have you heard that Class [-] seems to be parachuting a great god?"

"Of course, I am no better informed than you. It is said that I am not only a god of learning but also a god of beauty."

"Class [-] is just an ordinary class, so why should the master be in the Olympiad class?"

"Who knows, it's simply cheaper than their class..."

class eight?

Airborne master?

He Qinghui was confused.

Seeing that he was going to be late in a few minutes, he had no choice but to quicken his pace, but as a result, a person walked towards him, and He Qinghui didn't stop the car and bumped into it.

The few books in the man's hand fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay..." He Qinghui hurriedly picked up the book and handed it to him.

When he looked up, he saw a man with thick glasses.

Pan Zhongsheng.

His new homeroom teacher in the second year of high school, just graduated from the third year of high school.

A [-]-year-old, healthy and amiable math teacher.

Pan Zhongsheng pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at He Qinghui——

The appearance of a little gangster.

When the second year of high school started a few days ago, Pan Zhongsheng didn't take over Class [-] immediately because of other things, and the grade director Chen Juan took over.

He Qinghui scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Uh... sorry teacher, I'm going to be late soon."

Pan Zhongsheng smiled, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes piled up, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Student, walk slowly, watch the road more!"

"Hey, good bye, teacher!"

When he arrived at the door of the classroom, as expected, a pair of sharp and terrifying eyes locked on him.

Another witch.

"He Qinghui! I'm late again!"

Zhu Hao who was sitting by the window cast a sympathetic look at him.

He Qing replied: "Director Chen, I didn't...didn't sleep last night, okay! Look at my dark circles, just... just accommodate me?"

"Last time it was a stomachache. Last time it was a sprained ankle. What else do you want to make up? I see your little face is pale and red, and it doesn't look like you haven't slept well!"

A few students who were near burst into laughter, and soon forced themselves to take it back.

"Director Chen, trust me, I really didn't sleep well this time."

"I haven't asked you to settle the matter of being absent from class yesterday. The chemistry teacher told me about it! Don't tell me there is nothing. The [-]-word self-criticism is written verbatim, and it will be released before school on Friday." On my desk! Superior!"

Review, review, and your mother's review, after writing it for a year, now your mother wants to write it.

He Qinghui cursed ten thousand times in his heart.

In the classroom, everyone is still reading early.Taking advantage of Chen Juan's inattention, He Qinghui rubbed Zhu Hao's head severely, and then quickly sat in his seat in the last row.

The classroom of Class [-] is not big but it is spacious. There are four groups and three aisles. He Qinghui sits in the last row of the third group from the right.

To be precise, there was only He Qinghui sitting alone in the last row, and an empty table in the next aisle.

There is no way, there are 57 people in the class, and he is the tallest, just the extra one.

Anyway, he has long been used to sitting alone, if someone sits next to him, it is very likely that things will be messed up.

Still the same sentence, comfortable and comfortable.

He Qinghui took out the language documents, pretended to stand on the table, turned on the phone and started playing games underneath.

Suddenly, there were two more people outside the door.

Chen Juan's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and she turned to smile at the two people, "Mother Yun Che, you have worked hard."

The woman smiled while stroking the shoulder of the boy next to her, "Director Chen, Ah Che will trouble you."

"Don't worry, your son is so good, I believe he will be able to adapt quickly."

The voice of the morning reading was almost suddenly reduced by half.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the strange boy.

"Fuck, this is the transfer student from our class, right? He's so handsome, oh my god!!"

"Shan Yunche! Haven't you heard of it?! It's the most powerful high school in our city, the master of Boying Middle School!"

"That's right, I heard that when I was a freshman in high school last year, I took the first two competitions in physics and chemistry, and directly beat up many seniors and sisters."

"That's right, that's right, I also know that at that time, we picked out several strong players from the No. [-] Middle School who didn't even make it to the rematch."

"Fuck, why can't you think about transferring to the No. [-] Middle School? The level of the Olympiad class in the No. [-] Middle School is far behind that of Boying's ordinary class!"

"I have seen the dawn of hope-the average score of our class has been saved."

The more He Qinghui listened, the more irritable he became. He dug his ears with his index finger and continued to play the game.

The bell rang for the end of early self-study, and everyone immediately quieted down.

Chen Juan led Shan Yunche to the front of the podium, "Let me introduce, this is a new student transferred from our class, everyone applauds and welcomes."

With this face, two words immediately appeared in people's minds——

clean.

Immediately afterwards, the applause was deafening.

Isn't it just a transfer person? As for being so excited?

Xu Yuan, who was sitting in front, moved the stool back excitedly, causing He Qinghui's table to vibrate violently.

He Qinghui kicked Xu Yuan's stool leg, "Fuck, what are you doing? Can't be quiet?"

"Brother Hui!" Xu Yuan turned to look at him, putting his elbows on his desk, "Brother Hui, your school grass position is lost!"

He Qinghui turned off the phone and threw it on the table, "Are you kidding me?"

The young man's lips parted slightly, "Hi everyone, my name is Shan Yunche."

this sound...

Why do you sound familiar?

Only then did He Qinghui raise his head and look at the young man on the podium.

This……

Isn't this the fucking little boy in the corner last night? !