why are you forcing me to study

Shan Yunche was stunned, as if he was a little surprised by He Qing's reply, and chuckled lightly, "Why do you care about this?"

"I..." He Qinghui panicked at the question, "Can't you just ask?"

"What if I say I know you well."

Very familiar?

No, the information He Xiaohan gave him would not be close to anyone?

Could it be that Li Ziyang slipped through the net?

Why is it a fish that slipped through the net?

It's clear that the two of them don't look like they have a good relationship just now?

He Qinghui couldn't help but probed: "How familiar...to what extent?"

Shan Yunche slowly approached him, "How much do you want?"

The more Shan Yunche seduced him like this, the more curious he became.

If there is nothing, why not clarify it immediately?

Playing charades here means several things.

His smile and tone made He Qinghui more and more puzzled.

"I'm on the same level as you...is there?"

Seeing He Qing return like this, Shan Yunche was indescribably happy.

"You think I'll kiss him?"

His thoughts flashed back to last night.

Originally, he only planned to give her a hug, but this man went so far as to brazenly kiss her neck and ears...

If you hadn't pushed him away yesterday...

What else does he want to do?

God!

He Qinghui was so ashamed that he wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl in.

Asking this question is wrong!Big mistake!

Damn, my face started to get hot again.

Pooh!

Shameless!

Soon, the referee was calling again.

"He Qing is back."

He Qing turned his face away, "Don't fucking talk, hurry up and get on the stage. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

If possible, Shan Yunche didn't even want to play.

Just stay here to tease/play He Qinghui in front of you.

"Where's your hair tie?"

Headband?

He Qinghui took out his trouser pocket and handed the hair tie in front of him, "What are you doing?"

Shan Yunche took it over, wrapped it around his right wrist twice, and kissed it lightly, "Lucky."

Play.

"Hey, you are not afraid..."

Don't be afraid to bring you bad luck.

I also took the exam with the pen he bought, and I still do it now.

How could Shan Yunche trust him so much?

The questions in the second game obviously added a layer of difficulty.

Li Ziyang, who was originally at a disadvantage, slowly recovered the situation in this game, and the score was tied bit by bit.

Class [-] students watched very worried.

"This Li Ziyang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, the last question is actually faster than the master."

"No, no, no, is it possible that the Great God is about to be overtaken?"

"Phew, it's so exciting. My heart is about to jump out!!"

He Qinghui even wanted to rush up and grab his collar and said: You still don't believe it, isn't bad luck coming?

何晓寒拿着爆米花直接从座位上跳起来大喊：“啊啊啊啊啊！！！阿澈加油！！！干掉他！！”

Boying looked at He Xiaohan who was standing in the opponent's auditorium:? ? ?

Li Ziyang was thinking about the problem, and his attention was suddenly diverted by He Xiaohan in the audience. When he returned to this question, the thoughts in his mind just disappeared completely.

"Ding--"

Yu Chenchen also jumped up excitedly, "The Great God rang the bell first!"

"Wuhu!!" He Xiaohan and Yu Chenchen embraced excitedly.

"Hold!"

Li Ziyang, who rarely swears, couldn't hold back this time.

I didn't write a single word for the last process.

The handwriting screen is blank.

Xu Yuan: "Ms. He, you are really competent as a traitor..."

He Xiaohan: "Of course, I said where my CP is and who I will help~~"

Because of this question, the score that was about to be evened suddenly widened.

The fourth middle school still holds an absolute advantage.

Although He Qinghui was relieved a lot in his heart, he was also very afraid that what would happen in the final match, that Shan Yunche would be overtaken by Li Ziyang.

very afraid.

Since Shan Yunche said that the gold medal is not that easy, it must not be empty words.

At the end of this round, Shan Yunche didn't say a word, and directly picked up the competition book to read the final sprint questions.

The last game was really important to him.

Gold medals are important.

Why is it so important?

He Qinghui didn't know.

He Qinghui didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only silently pray for him.

Referee: "The most exciting moment has come! There is only one topic in the last round, and the score is 50 points."

"50 points?! The previous questions are only 10 points! The weight is so heavy!"

"It must be difficult, right?"

"Although Li Ziyang is 30 points behind Ah Che, as long as he wins this question, won't he win?"

"I heard that the finale level is abnormally difficult!"

Referee: "Are you ready? 3, 2, 1, please see the question board!"

Time limit of half an hour.

The stem of this question is not long, but it is really difficult to understand.

Many students in the auditorium began to check on their mobile phones.

"No, Baidu doesn't have a similar question to this question!"

"It's scary! Is this question made for people??"

Shan Yunche read the whole question and lowered his head.

Li Ziyang was sweating in anxiety.

No idea.

I stopped there for about 15 minutes with the electronic pen, and I couldn't hold back a word.

When it was almost 20 minutes, I finally picked up the pen and wrote the process frantically.

Shan Yunche almost only glanced at the title, and then stood there for 15 minutes without even taking a pen, with an extremely calm expression.

The students in Class [-] were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"What's going on, why doesn't the Great God even take a pen!"

"What's wrong with the Great God? Didn't he just give up?"

"Is it really too difficult to go beyond his ability?"

"I'm so anxious!! Why is he not moving!!"

He Qinghui almost wanted to rush up and wake him up.

You are racing!Why are you in a daze now!Li Ziyang has written a lot!

10 minutes countdown.

At this time, Shan Yunche applied for help outside the venue.

Telephone calls for off-site help are permitted.

He picked up his cell phone and called He Qing back.

He Qinghui was so angry that he almost lost his grip on the phone. As soon as he pressed the answer button, he started shouting, "Shan Yunche, are you crazy? You are competing! What are you doing? Hurry up and start writing! It's too late!!"

Shan Yunche's tone was extremely calm, and he called his name seriously: "He Qinghui."

"When is it? Don't make trouble! How could I know that question if you call me?"

"Can I be rewarded for getting the gold medal?"

He Qinghui really felt that he had a severe burn.

The person who didn't even take a pen in the last 10 minutes actually talked to him about the gold medal?Still have time to call him?

"You fucking crazy! What are you talking about?? Come on..."

"If possible," Shan Yunche looked down the stage, looking into He Qinghui's eyes, "I want a kiss."