I want to have a relationship with you

Throughout the night, Su Jingming always felt like his heart skipped a beat.

Maybe it was Song Yifei who swallowed back the words that came to his lips. The matter about Wen Yan was vague, and he cared too much.

What does Song Yifei mean?

What does he think of Wen Yan?

What else can I see?

Su Jingming suddenly lamented that the Chinese culture is extensive and profound.

Just a few words contain different meanings.

Su Jingming didn't think about it until he finished eating.When paying the bill, he gave the boss 50 yuan more. The boss quickly grabbed Su Jingming's hand, and he regained his senses.

With a cigarette dangling from the corner of Song Yifei's mouth, he lowered his head and frowned.

S: I want to ask him for you, but I don't know how to ask him.

S: I feel that he should not be of that type.

Most of the light in front of him was blocked, Song Yifei immediately turned off his phone, and Su Jingming looked at him indifferently.

"I am going home."

Song Yifei put the phone into his pocket with a guilty conscience, "Okay, thank you for the treat."

Su Jingming held the schoolbag in his hand, "It's okay, it should be."

Song Yifei watched Su Jingming leave handsomely, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and he was relieved.

Wen Yan: Are you an idiot?

With only five words, Song Yifei felt that he had been greatly insulted.

He gritted his teeth and sent a voice message to Wen Yan: I'm an idiot if I care about you.

When Wen Yan received Song Yifei's voice, he just smiled slightly.

Compared to Song Yifei, Wen Yan wants to know what Su Jingming really thinks of him.

The November night is too long, the stars are not as bright as a midsummer night, and even the temperature is gradually cooling down.Su Jingming didn't sleep well that night, half dreaming and half awake.

The warm words in his head seemed to be poisoned.

Day came even later.

Su Jingming appeared in the class with dark circles under his eyes, and Ren Wei's first sentence was beautiful Chinese.

"Why did you go there at night? You don't have to work so hard to study, do you?" In Ren Wei's world, Su Jingming looked like this, either because he was reviewing too late, or because he couldn't think about it.

He would rather believe the former.

"You finally don't want to be suppressed, you want to stand up?!" Ren Wei's eyes were bright, "Brother Ming, I'm very pleased that you have figured it out."

Su Jingming lay on the table, ignoring Ren Wei's stupid remarks.

My head is full of pressure, and I don't have any sense of youth.

Ren Wei took out the unfinished homework from his bag, and took out the homework in Su Jingming's drawer with ease.Wen Yan saw this scene as soon as he entered the classroom.

From his point of view, it looked more like Ren Wei was stroking Su Jingming's stomach.

Wen Yan strode over. Ren Wei just took out his homework from the drawer, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Yan, "You're coming to class, are you feeling better?"

Only Zhou Hong knew that Su Jingming and Wen Yan were both hospitalized.

Even Ren Wei didn't know that Su Jingming was kicked downstairs by Su Qicheng.

Wen Yan nodded. He looked down at Su Jingming who was lying on his stomach. Before he could ask, Ren Wei kindly answered: "Brother Ming slept late yesterday, and now he needs to catch up on sleep."

Wen Yan heard it, and after a moment of silence, Ren Wei opened his homework to copy, and continued: "I guess I don't want to be pressured by you, study hard and improve every day."

"..."

At this time, Su Jingming fell into a short sleep, unaware that Ren Wei was making a dangerous speech.

"My brother Ming has already stayed up all night studying in order to surpass you. It seems that he is still quite bitter about being suppressed by you."

"Is it……"

"Yes, I asked Brother Ming before, but he never made a clear statement. Now I figured it out." Ren Wei suddenly looked up at him, "Wen Yan, you have to be careful in the next monthly exam. I understand Brother, get serious, that's unusual."

Ren Wei's gaze was too serious, so serious that Wen Yan believed it.

So Su Jingming cares so much about being the second in grade?

Don't want to be pressured by yourself?

Wen Yan seemed to have figured something out, he nodded, "I see."

Su Jingming was woken up by Ren Wei, he raised his head in a daze, and subconsciously looked at Wen Yan's position first.

This time, there was someone sitting in the seat.

He rubbed his eyes, Wen Yan was reading with his head down.Staring at Wen Yan for a few seconds, he suddenly realized that Wen Yan's school uniform didn't seem to fit him well.

It looks a little small.

Su Jingming woke up instantly.

Grass, Wen Yan's school uniform is his.

The school uniform on his body is still gentle.

I forgot to return my school uniform last night! ! !

Su Jingming withdrew his gaze with a guilty conscience, his cheeks and ears flushed instantly.Ever since he played with Wen Yan, he often felt ashamed.

Now he really wants to ask Wen Yan, you don't have any spare school uniform, you must wear mine?

For some reason, Su Jingming felt that Wen Yan did this on purpose.

But he has no evidence.

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone from the drawer, the noise was so loud that Zhou Hong on the podium looked over.

He coughed slightly, "Su Jingming, you are here to solve this problem." After a pause, "Wen Yan, you are here to solve another problem."

Su Jingming suddenly became dizzy and stood up slowly.Wen Yan walked up first, followed by Su Jingming.

The two stood side by side with their backs to everyone.Su Jingming's mind was full of school uniforms, and his heart was beating so fast that he could even hear his own heartbeat.Countless pairs of eyes stared at them from behind, afraid that someone would see something tricky.He obviously didn't do anything wrong, and he never felt so guilty.

His mind was full of the question Song Yifei asked yesterday.

What do you think of Wen Yan?

he's good.

Good for me too.

So good that I want to try my best to be nice to him, and do everything I can to be nice to him.

His illness is getting worse and worse, and when it comes to Wen Yan, he is dying.

The more Su Jingming thought about it, the redder his ears became. He tried hard to calm himself down, and after writing down a step, there was no more text.

Wen Yan deliberately slowed down and waited for Su Jingming, so that the difficulty of the question could not help him.

It's just that Su Jingming didn't expect Su Jingming to be in a daze at this time.

"Continue to write, f(x)=x+2x+1."

Su Jingming suddenly came back to his senses, Wen Yan was watching from the corner of his eye.

He accelerated the speed of solving the problem in his hand, and the students sitting below witnessed with their own eyes that Su Jingming's thinking in solving the problem was so clear and simple.

Zhou Hong twitched his lips, looking at the questions made by the two students he was proud of, the simple ones were simpler than the answers.

Su Jingming returned to his seat, feeling his heart beating for a long time.

He secretly looked in Wen Yan's direction, his school uniform was indeed inappropriate on Wen Yan's body, the trousers of the school uniform were cut short, exposing his ankles.

Su Jingming gritted his teeth, found his phone under the drawer, and sent Wen Yan a WeChat message.

Salted Egg: Where?Are you going to change your school uniform later?

Wen Yan: No change.

Salty egg: Don't you think my school uniform doesn't fit well?

Wen Yan: It really doesn't fit well, it's a bit small, I can't tell you are so thin.

Salted egg: Do you have no other school uniforms?After class, we went to the toilet to change.

Wen Yan: If you beg me, I will go.

Salted egg:? ? ?

Wen Yan: If you have a nice voice, I promise you.

The author has something to say:

As long as it is less, it proves that I will have to work night shift soon.