They all said the school grass likes me

Although self-study is essentially a one-person activity, having one more person is more likely to reduce efficiency, but if someone can have a meal together at noon, someone can chat during the break-if that person happens to be Zhong Yue, Zhou Yu Still very happy.

So they really studied together.

First, after school from Monday to Friday, Zhong Yue followed Zhou Yu to the study room.

He couldn't accept dinner in the cafeteria, but he didn't go out for dinner and tea for two or three hours as usual.

Now Zhong Yue calls the restaurant owner first and asks him to help prepare the meal. They will eat when they arrive at the place, and it will be done in one to two ten minutes, and they will come back for self-study.

The first time I went to the self-study room, I met Song Chen. Song Chen looked at the two of them in shock, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

When they met again later, Song Chen pretended to be dead, and the two of them also pretended to be dead, passing by independently of each other.

But Zhou Yu also found that he was studying sincerely every day, but Zhong Yue was in a daze most of the time, or he would find him secretly playing with his mobile phone.

Zhou Yu had to tap the back of his hand before he hurriedly lowered his head to read the book.

Zhou Yu didn't understand: "You spend two hours in the study room every day and don't concentrate on reading, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for an atmosphere to study." Zhong Yue said, "Only by having a positive attitude can you study hard, understand."

Zhou Yu didn't understand.

In his opinion, learning this thing, in such a relaxed environment in the attached middle school, if you don't have a strong sense of initiative, it's easy to herd sheep, and Zhong Yueku sitting here won't be of much use.

But thinking that it would be better for him to stay here than go out to play, even if he sat for two hours and only studied for half an hour, it would be better than playing outside all night, so Zhou Yu didn't say anything else.

On weekends, Zhong Yue still came out to study with him, and asked again: "Will you come to my house for dinner tonight?"

"Is it convenient?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Of course." Zhong Yue said, "My mother hopes that you will come."

Zhou Yuchao wanted to see Zhong Yue's mother, so of course he readily agreed.

I didn't go to the self-study room on Saturday, and I still studied in the small private room of Tong Qing's Internet cafe, just like reviewing physics before.

After five o'clock in the afternoon, they left for Zhong Yue's house. On the way, Zhou Yu suddenly remembered and asked Zhong Yue, "Is there a fruit shop nearby? Bring some fruit to Auntie."

Zhong Yue started laughing inexplicably, not knowing what he was thinking of.

"Yes." Zhong Yue said with a smile, "This way."

Zhou Yu was confused by his laughter, followed him around half a street, and saw a fruit shop.

Seasonal fruits are arranged in a row in plastic foam cartons, shining brightly under the light, as if the skin is covered with a layer of icing sugar.

Zhou Yu suddenly realized a serious problem.

He turned to Zhong Yue: "Can you pick fruit?"

"No." Zhong Yue said, "I will pick seafood."

Zhou Yu: "..."

"Then what should we do?" He was a little worried, because he had heard many stories about unscrupulous small traders deliberately selling bad fruits to them, ignorant customers.

"Alright." Zhong Yue smiled, "They see you with me, and they will definitely pick the best one for you."

Zhou Yu froze for a moment, then remembered that he was on Bagua Street: "Oh, yes."

They picked out a few carambolas, some apples, and tangerines, and packed three bags. Zhong Yue picked them up naturally, and Zhou Yu followed two steps and found something was wrong, so he reached out to pick up the bags.

"Why?" Zhong Yue withdrew his hands.

"Let me carry it." Zhou Yu said, "It's so heavy."

"It's okay, I'll carry it." Zhong Yue said.

"The things I gave my aunt, I'll do it." Zhou Yu insisted.

"Then you carry one bag, and I carry two bags." Zhong Yue gave in slightly.

"I carry two bags, you carry one bag." Zhou Yu said.

If Tong Qing were here, he would definitely yell, is this elementary school student bargaining!

But in the end Zhou Yu got his wish, and returned to Zhong Yue's house with an apple in one hand and a orange in the other.

This is the second time to come to Zhong Yue's house. The last time I drank too much, all the twists and turns in my mind were filled with alcohol, so I didn't have any scruples. When I followed Zhong Yue upstairs this time, Zhou Yu suddenly became nervous.

The reason for the tension is simple, and I will see Zhong Yue's mother again.

The biggest reason for wanting to go to Zhong Yue's house is not Zhong Yue, but Zhong Yue's mother. The two of them can see each other everywhere, but I can only see my aunt here.

As soon as he entered Zhong Yue's house, he was greeted with a strong aroma of pepper and soy sauce. Zhou Yu didn't eat anything at noon, and when he smelled this aroma, his stomach growled twice.

Zhong Yue glanced at him, and Zhou Yu was instantly embarrassed, as if he was just here to eat.

But Zhong Yue smiled, leaned over and whispered, "It's okay, I'm starving to death too."

He got too close, his lips brushed against Zhou Yu's earlobe inadvertently.

The warm and soft touch made Zhou Yu go numb like an electric shock. He was stunned for two seconds before recovering and nodded: "Yeah."

Zhong Yue's mother was busy in the kitchen, Zhou Yu pushed the door in under Zhong Yue's instruction, and was startled.

The two stoves and the four stoves are all on fire, the two pots and the clay pots are bubbling, and the aunt herself is chopping chicken in front of the cooking board on one side.

Zhou Yu had never seen this kind of kitchen decathlon king before. He was stunned for a while, and then tentatively called out: "Auntie..."

Zhong Yue's mother turned her head when she heard the sound, and when she saw Zhou Yu, she was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brightly, her eyes curved like crescent moons.

"Baby!" She shouted happily, using Mandarin, although it was very plastic.

She put down the work she was doing and trotted over, looking like she wanted to pinch Zhou Yu's face, but she had to give up because her hands were full of chicken fat.

Although she couldn't touch Zhou Yu, the auntie looked at him slowly and lovingly. She spoke a string of Cantonese softly. Zhou Yu probably meant to ask him to wait outside first. After she finished speaking, she looked at him. Watching Zhong Yue wait for him to translate, as expected, it really meant that.

"Let's go, my mother told us to go out and wait." Zhong Yue said, on similar occasions before, he would put his arm around Zhou Yu's shoulders and drag him out, but this time, he just held Zhou Yu's arm.

When walking out, she sighed: "She regards me as a translation tool, and she has no love."

Zhong Yue's mother heard what she said.

Zhong Yue was shocked: "She said that I said bad things about her again! Isn't she not able to understand Mandarin!"

"There's no better way to know a child than to be a mother." Zhou Yu said with a smile.

"I can't live through this day." Zhong Yue sighed.

Although the auntie turned on the TV, meaning to let them play by themselves, but Zhou Yu was embarrassed to sit outside and decided to help with housework.

As soon as he picked up the broom, Zhong Yue came over with a dustpan.

Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment: "Go ahead and play, I can just sweep the floor by myself, I should thank Auntie."

"Can I watch you do it alone?" Zhong Yue said, "Let's go together."

Zhong Yue's father is not here today, probably because he went out to socialize with his father, so Zhou Yu came over to have a meal, and it seemed that the family was more lively.

Every time Zhong Yue's mother cooks, she doubles the amount of dishes, and when they finish sweeping the floor, the table is full of dishes.

Pepper Pork Belly Chicken Soup, Fried Fish, Fried Chicken Wings, Garlic Vegetables, White-cut Chicken and White-cut Vermicelli Sausage, served with not only the usual soy sauce for white-cut chicken, but also a plate of prepared chili sauce, which is obviously special for Zhou Yu prepare.

In addition, there is a casserole pot trotter, Zhong Yue's mother specially introduced, this is called "oyster stew peanut pot trotter".

"It's a homonym in Cantonese." Zhong Yue said, repeating the word in Cantonese. "'Oyster sauce peanut' has a similar tone to 'good things happen'. We like to play homophonic stalks here."

Zhong Yue's mother didn't know if she understood Zhong Yue's explanation, anyway, she picked up a large piece of pig's knuckle with a smile and put it into Zhou Yu's bowl.

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Two weeks passed quickly like this.

Zhou Yu went to Zhong Yue's house for dinner on weekends, and studied with Zhong Yue every day. Tong Qing and the others couldn't understand why Zhong Yue didn't play with them anymore. Finally, they couldn't help asking.

"Learning." Zhong Yue explained.

"It makes sense." Su Zhihao was thoughtful, "It's time to start studying in the second year of high school."

"Pull it down, Ahao, you don't study." Tong Qing said.

"How about we join you two?" Yao Haoyu asked.

Zhong Yue refused very simply, on the grounds that "you can't concentrate when you come together".

Zhou Yu took it for granted, if they got together, the scene would be the same as going to the market.

But later, Tong Qing, Tian Yuan and Yao Haoyu still went to self-study together, but they were very sensible and sat apart from each other, basically preventing chats from happening.

Surprisingly, after this conversation, when Zhong Yue came to the classroom the next day, the table was actually full of all kinds of teaching aids.

Zhong Yue's face turned green, and he looked at Zhou Yu in shock.

"It has nothing to do with me." Zhou Yuchao waved his hand innocently. There were a few poorly edited textbooks in there. Even if he really wanted to buy them for Zhong Yue, it was impossible for him to buy them.

"Brother Yue, it's because the brothers honor you." Tong Qing came out of nowhere and introduced sincerely, "Everyone said that they hope that your learning journey will also have our part."

Zhong Yue: "..."

In the end, he pushed all the supplementary books to Zhou Yu, and let him keep what he wanted to keep and throw away what he wanted, so that they found their home.

Time is slowly entering December, and the weather is finally getting a bit cooler.

One day, Zhong Yue was called away by the teacher to help out with work. Zhou Yu was studying in the class. At that time, there were no people in the classroom, so Chen Ankang came to him.

Although Chen Ankang is a good brother of Zhong Yue, among the few people, he is the one who talks to him the least.

Zhou Yu was a little surprised and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Little boy, do you know how to write love letters?" Chen Ankang asked, "Especially the kind that touches people?"

Zhou Yu was stunned: "You want to chase girls?"

"Yeah." Chen Ankang nodded frequently, "Can you write a love letter for me?"

"Wait." Zhou Yu raised a hand to signal him to shut up for a while, and used his own brain.

Although he has no love experience, he is sure that love letters have little to do with his success in chasing girls, and... love letters?To be honest, with their naive writing style, the probability of counterproductive effects is relatively high.

He told Chen Ankang his analysis, and Chen Ankang thought about it and thought it was the same.

"Then let me buy a present." Chen Ankang said, "As a Christmas present, handsome, do you have any recommendations?"

Gifts girls will love...

Zhou Yu didn't understand either, so he closed his eyes and meditated, trying to put himself into the environment of "buying a gift for his sweetheart".

In the end, what popped up in my mind was actually the picture of Zhong Yue saying thank you to him holding a large box of Cantonese dim sum that he gave him.

Depend on.

Zhou Yu was shocked.

What are these.