Stop fishing, I'm hooked!

Liu Nanyou went back to the class one step ahead of them. Hei Shirt and Liu Yuyang stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before entering Class Five.

After entering the door, the two struggled for a while before explaining.

In the end, he walked to Qu Jin's side, confessed his mistakes and apologized a lot, and his attitude was [-]% sincere, more polite than in front of the director, Qu Jin didn't speak, and neither of them dared to move.

Qu Jin leaned on the chair and looked at the two of them for a while, then at the English teacher who was waiting for the class on the podium: "Okay, let's go, the teacher is waiting for the class."

Feeling relieved, Liu Yuyang trotted away first.

However, the black shirt couldn't help but glance at Liu Nanyou at the side, and when passing by him, he bumped into his shoulder hard.

Liu Nanyou's instinct was faster than thinking, he turned around and raised his leg, kicking the back of the black shirt.

He kicked him firmly, and the black shirt fell directly on the rear door panel.

The English teacher was short-sighted and didn't wear glasses. The incident happened suddenly at the end. He stood on the podium and didn't see the specific situation clearly. He only saw the black shirt fall out: "What's going on!"

The black shirt covered his back and turned around, pointing at Liu Nanyou: "Teacher, he kicked me!"

Liu Nanyou just wanted to say "You owe a kick", but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and turned around in surprise.

Qu Jin was looking at the English teacher, pulling him back to the chair with his hands under the table, and said in a neutral tone: "Teacher, no one kicked him, Guan Ming made a mistake himself. He tripped over the table leg and fell out." Yes, I can see clearly."

Guan Ming's face was darker than his own shirt, but when Qu Jin opened his mouth, he didn't dare to say a word, glared at Liu Nanyou panting, and slammed the door away.

After Guan Ming left, the English teacher didn't bother to ask: "Okay, take it easy, let's go to class!"

When Liu Nanyou was taking the book, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the wrist that Qu Jin had held just now, and his eyes stopped there for a moment. This man's hands were really hot, a little scalding.

Looking away, from the corner of the eye, he saw that the one with hot hands put the hat behind his clothes on his head indiscriminately, and lay down on the table slowly, without lifting his head during the class.

When class was about to end, Liu Nanyou remembered that on the way to the office just now, there seemed to be a message on his mobile phone.

Click on Q, Q, the little fox has a red dot on his head, and he replied with a message:

—Did you see the message last night?

Liu Nanyou's fingertips flew on the screen:

--No.

After sending the message, he felt that he was not sincere enough, so he typed a long string of words:

——Yesterday afternoon, my mobile phone was out of battery and turned off. I went back to the dormitory in the evening and lost the power again. I only saw your message at noon today. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.

——Is there still time to make up the graduation work?Shall I go find you tonight?

After sending several messages in a row, the little fox never replied.

Liu Nanyou rested his forehead on the edge of the table, staring at the phone screen.

Suddenly the back of the head was hit by chalk, and the English teacher was squinting at him: "Listen to the class, listen to the class, listen to the class! It's only been a week since school started, let's see how you are doing, I can't care about you if you sit at the back? One sleeps on the table, the other Bow your head and fool around, what are you looking at, what about you!"

Liu Nanyou stuffed the phone into the belly of the table and sat looking at the blackboard.

Qu Jin tugged at his hat, put his pillow on another hand, and continued to sleep.

The English teacher was at a loss what to do with Qu Jin, and turned all his anger on Liu Nanyou: "Come on, you can translate the third paragraph for me!"

Liu Nanyou stood up and found the third paragraph: "Do you want to have a good friend who can talk about everything..."

Liu Nanyou finished translating the whole paragraph fluently, and looked at the English teacher: "Teacher, do you still need to translate the following?"

The English teacher's face was even uglier than before: "Sit down! Don't think that you are a little smart and don't pay attention to the class."

As soon as Liu Nanyou sat down, the get out of class bell rang.

The English teacher grabbed the textbook, turned around and left, very angry.

Liu Nanyou took out his phone and looked at it, but the little fox still didn't reply.

Qu Jin, who was lying next to him for a class, sat upright slowly, staring at the front with empty eyes, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Sun Ning turned around, Zhou Huan also came around, calling Qu Jin, but glanced at Liu Nanyou: "Brother Jin, is he just sitting?"

Qu Jin pulled down his hat, scratched his hair indiscriminately, and looked at Zhou Huan, staring straight at him, a little creepy: "He doesn't sit here, you sit here?"

Sun Ning shook his head again and again: "No, I'm just asking."

Zhou Huan was frightened by Qu Jin's stare: "Brother Jin, why are you looking at me like that?"

Qu Jin snorted: "I want to ask you for advice, how should I feel sorry for my girlfriend?"

Zhou Huan slipped his feet, put his hands on the table, and smiled to cover up his embarrassment: "Brother Jin, did you hear what was said at noon?"

Liu Nanyou tidied up his textbooks on his own, his gaze flickered a little.

He would help himself just before class, because he heard what he said at noon, was he paying back the favor?

Sun Ning fumbled in his pocket for a long time, then cast a look out of the window: "Come on, brother Jin, take one."

Qu Jin tugged on his collar, not in high spirits: "No, I caught a cold in the rain yesterday, and my throat hurts."

Sun Ning grabbed Zhou Huan and got up: "Then let's go."

Before Zhou Huan left, he knocked on Liu Nanyou's table in a low voice: "Brother Jin is at the same table, let's go together!"

He intended to flirt, but he didn't expect Liu Nanyou to stand up and follow him to the door. Zhou Huan couldn't help but look at him blankly.

Qu Jin also casually looked at it.

Liu Nanyou didn't explain a word, just walked out of the class.

Followed Sun Ning and Zhou Huan all the way, and finally parted ways with them at the stairs.

He just went to the bathroom.

When he came out to wash his hands, his phone vibrated twice, little fox:

——Don’t keep apologizing to me, it’s not all your fault, it’s because I didn’t make it clear to you.

——I don’t need to make up homework, I’ve already graduated and I’m not in technical school anymore.

NY: - Will it affect your graduation grades?

This time the little fox replied quickly:

——It doesn't matter, the technical school is not so strict, and I am also learning to play.

The little fox said it lightly, Liu Nanyou guessed that he might be trying to comfort himself, he is a very kind person.

NY: ——I’m sorry for not being able to help you this time but causing you trouble. If you need my help next time, you must tell me.

The little fox replied with an OK expression.

YN: I still have class, so I won't chat with you for now.

Little Fox: ——Yes.

When Liu Nanyou returned to the classroom, Sun Ning and Zhou Huan hadn't returned yet.

Qu Jin leaned back on the table again, the class was even quieter than in class, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Liu Nanyou flipped through the class schedule, looking for the books for the next class.

"You don't smoke." Qu Jin turned his head around, resting his chin on his arm, looking at Liu Nanyou.

"What?" Liu Nanyou also turned to look at him.

He has a severe cold and speaks in a nasal voice.

And from a close distance, Liu Nanyou could see that the skin under his neckline was slightly red, as if he had a fever.

Qu Jin tilted his head, and then leaned back on his arm: "I didn't smell any smoke on you."

Looking at it from Liu Nanyou's point of view, at this moment, he was listless and kind of obedient.

"I just went to the toilet. I seldom smoke, and I'm not addicted." Liu Nanyou pointed at his neckline: "You...you have a fever? Your skin is a little red."

Qu Jin tried his forehead, took out his mobile phone and said to himself: "Call Brother Yuan."

Qu Jin walked out of the classroom with his mobile phone as if no one was around: "Brother Yuan, I have a fever, this afternoon..."

When Sun Ning came back, he smelled of cigarettes, stood at the window and shook his clothes like a god, Zhou Huan grabbed his collar and pointed at Qu Jin's vacant place, "Don't shake, brother Jin is not here."

Sun Ning exhaled, and muttered, "What's wrong with Brother Jin? He smokes by himself, and the smell of smoke still annoys him."

Zhou Huan snorted: "He still hates fighting, and he is worse than anyone else when fighting."

Liu Nan humorously glanced at Qu Jin's empty space, and took out his textbook.

In the next night's self-study, Liu Nanyou walked in a hurry, half an hour of washing time was a little tight.

As soon as he reached the corridor on the third floor, the road was blocked. Guan Ming and two boys he had never seen before stood in a row in front of him.

Guan Ming put one hand in his pocket and raised his chin at him: "Let's go, go to our room and have a chat."

Before Liu Nanyou could react, the fat man beside him raised his hand and slapped him: "Hurry up!"

Liu Nanyou glanced at the pushed shoulder, followed them into 307 without making a sound.

Sun Ning and Zhou Huan stepped into the corridor lately, holding their shoulders, and saw Liu Nanyou's back.

When the two caught up, the door of 307 was already closed.

Zhou Huan blinked at Sun Ning and confirmed, "Is it Liu Nanyou?"

Sun Ning nodded: "It's him, he has entered Guan Ming's room."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang on the door panel of 307, someone bumped into it, and the bump was not light.

"Fuck! Fight!"

"Fuck, let's find brother Jin!"

The two ran to 316 like a [-]-meter sprint, and there was a knock.

It took a long time for Qu Jin to open the door. With his upper body bare and his lower body wearing a pair of sweatpants, he stared at Sun Ning and Zhou Huan with a displeased expression: "I've smashed this door."

Zhou Huan took a step back from his stare, and pushed Sun Ning along the way.

Sun Ning was forcibly pushed out to block the gun, and he was also a little frightened. He smiled and smiled, which was uglier than crying: "Brother Jin, don't be angry, we have something urgent!"

Qu Jin leaned against the door frame and looked at him sleepily: "What's wrong?"

"Liu Nanyou, the new one in our class, you are at the same table, and Guan Ming took the two of you to drag him into the room, and we started fighting as soon as we entered the door!"

Zhou Huan nodded aside: "There's a bang on the door, there's a lot of noise! ​​Brother Jin, why don't you go and have a look?"

Qu Jin cleared his throat, his throat hurt badly, his throat seemed to be covered with a layer of iron, no matter how hard he coughed, he couldn't cough easily: "This deskmate is not worry-free."

In fact, normally, he wouldn't care about the matter of different tables, but when he called Zhao Jingyuan today, he heard about the office.

Guan Ming and Zhou Yuhao came to the class to explain and apologize, and it was Liu Nanyou who asked in front of the director.

Just like what Zhao Jingyuan said, Liu Nanyou looked at Gao Leng, but he actually had a sense of justice, and he was a pretty good kid.

307 is not far from 316, just a few steps away, it's really not small to listen to the movement inside outside the door.

Qu Jin kicked the door of 307 with his leg and toe: "I, open the door!"

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then there was another bang.

Qu Jin frowned: "Guan Ming, are you deaf for telling you to open the door?" He raised his leg to kick the door...