immature

Zhong Qin took the grade slip and did not speak.

You don't even need to ask, I ran over after class, not to ask for homework, what else could it be for, isn't it just to show off.

Xi Yan muttered: "...Then can I see yours?"

Zhong Qin raised his eyes: "Didn't you watch it just now?"

Xi Yan shook his head: "I can't see anything else after seeing your embarrassing 11th place."

Yang Ziyang and the crowd: "!!!"

What the hell is going on with this look of being caught!

Zhong Qin raised his chin indifferently towards his grade slip: "Look."

Only then did Xi Yan bring over his report card, and read it carefully column by column.

Math 130.

Xi Yan paused, hesitantly approached Zhong Qin, poked his head and looked at the report card in Zhong Qin's hand.

Math 125.

Xi Yan lay down on the table, leaning sideways on his arm, looked at Zhong Qin without blinking, and murmured: "Zhong Qinjiang is exhausted, he can't teach Xi Yan—"

With trembling hands, Yang Ziyang supported Xi Yan's shoulders, his voice trembling: "...Don't talk about it, Brother Zhong may be afraid that giving you too much knowledge will cause you to explode and die, so he is kind enough to hold back! "

Zhong Qin almost laughed angrily at Xi Yan.

With a light twist of his slender fingers, he unfolded the small slip of the report card that Xi Yan had deliberately folded in half.

The crease just separates Yushuwai and Lihuasheng in half.

Xi Yan touched his nose again.

Zhong Qin put Xi Yan's report card on the table, and clicked on the total score of science: "111, the total score of the three subjects. Your meaning is not very good."

Xi Yan glared at him fiercely.

Zhong Qin said to everyone's surprise: "Mathematics is exhausted, and there is still room for comprehensive theory."

Under the bewildered gaze of a group of young students who said "Who am I, where am I and what am I doing", the corners of his lips curled up on rare occasions: "Do you want to teach you?"

Before Xi Yan could speak, Yang Ziyang touched the back of his stool with trembling little hands, and said regretfully: "Can I still keep this seat, am I, I, I, I am about to give way to Xi Baba... "

Xi Yan was stunned, buried his head in his arms, and laughed muffledly: "Teach! I will entrust it to you in the future!"

After the exciting Friday, it is the National Day Golden Week.

Some are happy and some are sad.

But no matter what your mentality is, you have to do your homework honestly.

With a mournful face, Li Wenrui gathered the papers in front of him: "There are two sheets for each subject, adding up to such a thick stack! If only it was all money! Not only the papers, but also so many workbooks to do, my God , I take this grade home and my mother will immediately blow my dog's head, so there is no life to do my homework!"

After staying with Xi Yan for a long time, Li Wenrui also began to lose money.

One day later, Xi Yan, the representative of the Pacific class, had already received a lot of homework. He picked up those workbooks and copied them, so that he could bring less things home.

After copying the last question, Xi Yan put down his pen: "Auntie should give you a breath of relief before you blow your dog's head - let you write your homework. Life also gives you a chance to live with it, so you can be content."

Li Wenrui almost shed two lines of tears when he looked at this transparent and real great philosopher.

Xi Yan put away his schoolbag, not a single book, not a single paper, which reduced his vacation burden to the greatest extent.He rushed out the door as fast as he could: "Goodbye, happy National Day!"

Li Wenrui stood up and lay down by the door, looking at the back of the boy chasing the wind, and shouted: "About to play on the National Day!"

Xi Yan raised his hand to say OK, and strode towards the corridor without looking back.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Li Wenrui muttered, "Look at this Xi Baba who belongs to the off-string arrow, the charm of brother Gou is highlighted from the side..."

Today, Zhong Qin and his team are doing cleaning, and Xi Yan has already noticed the pattern.

When he arrived at the back door of class [-], Zhong Qin was still wiping the bench with his butt, waiting for all the people in the classroom to leave.

Xi Yan took a closer look and was amused.

To a certain extent, Zhong Qin's concept is similar to his. This person also just finished the homework in the workbook, and he doesn't look like he will bring the textbook home.

Xi Yan glanced at Yang Ziyang's bench.

After the "Rang Xian" accident in the morning, Xi Yan was afraid that Yang Ziyang would think that he wanted to usurp the throne, so he didn't sit down.

He put his schoolbag on his back, stretched out his hand and scratched Zhong Qin's shoulder: "You know I'm here, but you still ignore me."

Zhong Qin still looked at his back, without turning back: "I can't see people clearly, I'm short-sighted."

Xi Yan poked vigorously at the place he had planed just now: "Sit in the last row for short-sightedness, you liar."

"...Pseudo-myopia." Zhong Qin opened his eyes and talked nonsense, and finally turned to look at him sideways, "I hate you."

The annoying ghost gritted his teeth at this friend who was at most selective myopia: "Hiss... Hurry up and do your cleaning, and go home after finishing. Only your stepfather can bear to let the child stay at home by himself!"

Seeing that everyone in the classroom was almost gone, the stepfather stood up and gave the stool to the dog's own father to sit on.

Zhong Qin walked out two steps, turned around and said, "Collect my homework for me."

Xi Yan quietly curled up his hand holding his schoolbag: "...what do you want to bring?"

Zhong Qin threw down the sentence "Take some with you", then turned and left.

Xi Yan was dazed for a moment, looking up at the assignment content on the blackboard that had not been erased in time, while helping Zhong Qin to pack things, muttering reluctantly: "Which subject assignment is 'casual'? It will also make the teacher sick..."

Xi Yan picked up a test paper, which happened to be about mathematics, and there were big questions on the first side, with a lot of blank space.

So Xi Yan borrowed the 2B pencil on Zhong Qin's desk, and copied down the homework content on the blackboard very simply in the blank space.

"English volume x1 composition to write"

"Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry Volume x2 Workbook Next Lesson"

"Raw roll x2"

"Examination Paper Correction"

After memorizing, Xi Yan looked through Zhong Qin's math, physics and chemistry workbooks one by one, and after confirming that he had written them all, he ticked off the line "the next lesson in the workbook".

After cleaning, Xi Yan had already put away his things.

Ding Xuan was bored downstairs, so he also went upstairs to play... By the way, he peeked at the report card on the wall.

When Zhong Qin returned to his seat, he saw the respect expressed in Ding Xuan's face beyond words and from the heart.

Zhong Qin thought to himself, when will he be able to see the expression that a normal person would make on Xi Yan's face.

Ding Xuan looked yearning: "Brother Dog, when you are free... I also want to go to your shop to see the dog, okay?"

Zhong Qin is the owner of the dog... the owner of the shop, Xi Yan told Ding Xuan and Li Wenrui after Zhong Qin's permission, Yang Ziyang also knew.

Zhong Qin was about to nod his head and say it's all right, when Xi Yan took a step ahead and said quietly: "He has a cup of cappuccino 46."

Zhong Qin: "..."

Ding Xuan: "I am willing!"

Zhong Qin sighed, stood with his head bowed, and stretched out his hand towards Xi Yan: "How long are you going to miss me? Can I give you my money back? Schoolbag."

Xi Yan handed Zhong Qin's schoolbag out of his arms, and said fiercely casually: "Evil capitalism, I am going to miss you forever!"

Zhong Qin was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly: "...All right, it's up to you."

After watching Ding Xuan, who grew up alone, go home at the gate of Huating, Xi Yan boarded the bus that Zhong Qin was on.

Zhong Qin hooked the hanging ring with his fingers, raised his chin slightly, and squinted at Xi Yan beside him: "I have to take you in again today?"

Xi Yan still carried his schoolbag in front of his body, and patted it when he heard this: "I told my mother and grandma that I was practicing in Xueba's kennel, and I made rapid progress in the monthly exam, so they allowed me to stay out at night. Here , I even brought a change of clothes.”

Zhong Qin lowered his eyes, really couldn't see that there was a change of clothes in this shriveled bag.

Xi Yan explained: "Pants and socks."

"..." Zhong Qin inexplicably recalled Xi Yan's heroic deeds, and was speechless for a moment before asking, "Tomorrow?"

Xi Yan counted the days: "The first is Monday, right? Go home for lunch on Monday, and spend the next few days with my mother and grandma."

Zhong Qin had a headache: "Does that mean you will stay with me for the whole weekend?"

Xi Yan pondered for a while: "Well...you can't say for sure."

Just as a glimmer of hope rose in Zhong Qin's heart, it was broken by Xi Yan: "I'll come back when I'm free in the next few days."

Zhong Qin laughed angrily at the way he planned to live forever: "Sleep in the kennel and you go."

Xi Yan frowned and smiled, Zhong Qin's words had no deterrent effect on him, he never slept a full night on the kennel - when did he not wake up on Zhong Qin's bed?

Another companion.

After taking a shower, brushing his teeth, rubbing his underwear and socks to dry, Xi Yan went upstairs wearing the short-sleeved shorts that Zhong Qin threw for him for the first time, almost turning them into pajamas.

After he finished washing, it was Zhong Qin who went to wash.

Xi Yan was clean and refreshed, and he didn't want to roll in the kennel again. He just squatted next to the cream cushion and played with it for a while, and then climbed onto the bed very consciously.

The Q group of the class is making noise.

Xi Yan clicked in and saw that it was Yan Jialang, the monitor, who reposted a volunteer activity in the group, asking if anyone would like to participate tomorrow.

Xi Yan opened the information about this event and found that it was related to the rescue of stray animals, and immediately became interested.

Yan Jialang has already counted the people who are willing to participate, and created a small WeChat group by himself. Xi Yan thought about it, and made a fuss in the group, saying that he would be one of them.

Soon he was dragged into this WeChat group called "Love Not Wandering" by Yan Jialang.

In the group, there are big and small Yan, Ni Wenrui, and Xi Yan, a group of four.

Yan Jialang specially introduced this volunteer activity to Xi Yan again:

"This rescue station has been helping some stray, abandoned, and injured animals, and long-term and short-term volunteers are recruiting"

"We couldn't do it for a long time, so we contacted one of the short-term volunteer activities. It was very simple. We went to their shelter base for stray animals, cleaned up, prepared the small animals for winter, and brought some old clothes and food. class goes better

"By the way, they also have a program of adoption instead of purchase, we can also help promote it."

Looking at these few lines, Xi Yan felt a little touched in his heart.

He leaned over to the side of the bed and looked at Butter, who was sleeping on his back and kicking his puppy's legs in his sleep. The images of bean buns, bean paste and egg yolks enjoying themselves on the grass, and... ...When the three of them were sent back to the hospital by Zhong Qin, their eyes were full of reluctance.

But even if they don't want to give up, they are still very obedient. They only hum a few times, and then they will calm down in the iron cage, waiting for Zhong Qin to scratch their chins, and then come to take them out to play next time.

Most of the time, they can only be confined to a small area, but because they trust Zhong Qin wholeheartedly, they dare to look forward to the vast grassland of Honglin every day.

In order to grow up peacefully, happily and carefree day by day.

When Zhong Qin came back from the shower, Xi Yan was lying on the bed with his mobile phone in a daze.

Zhong Qin ignored him, just glanced at him, then walked to Butter and squatted down, stretched out his hands and rubbed its belly, like some ritual before going to bed.

At this moment, Xi Yan sat up suddenly with a thud, which shocked Butter, but he sat up and stopped talking.

Zhong Qin was squatting, scratching the cream with one hand, resting his elbow on his knee casually with the other hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong, cheating corpse?"

Xi Yan loved Little Buttercup so much that he specially placed the soft cushion on his side of the bed, so Zhong Qin, who was squatting on the ground, was also very close to him at this time.

Xi Yan wrapped the thin air-conditioning blanket around his body, sucked his nose, then moved to the edge of the bed, with his left leg crossed, and his right leg dangling outside the bed.

——Swaying, the foot stepped on Zhong Qin's knee confidently.

Zhong Qin glanced at the man's insteps and slightly curled toes, which were so white that blood vessels could be seen, and asked, "What are you going to do again?"

Xi Yan wanted to ask him if he wanted to go to volunteer activities together tomorrow.

The words turned into: "...the temperature has dropped, do you have a thicker quilt?"

Seeing him sniffing again after asking, Zhong Qin asked pitifully wrapped in a blanket, "Cold?"

Xi Yan nodded: "A little bit."

Zhong Qin paused, stood up and took off the coat he had just put on after taking a shower, and gave it to Xi Yan: "I don't have it for now, I'll get it at home in two days. The rest of the clothes are taken back for washing. You can make do with it. If it's still cold at night, you can give it to Xi Yan." You turn on the air conditioner."

Zhong Qin originally planned to do some papers tonight, so he changed into clean long-sleeved trousers, unlike Xi Yan, who wore "pajamas" and got under the covers after taking a shower, lying down and waiting for the homework to be written by himself look.

Holding Zhong Qin's coat, Xi Yan couldn't avoid inhaling the pleasant smell of washing powder, the slightly warm fabric was mixed with a faint fragrance of shower gel.

Xi Yan lowered his eyes: "No need. No need to turn on the air conditioner."

The second floor is an additional floor, not a completely enclosed space. The air conditioner can only be turned on downstairs, not to mention the electricity consumption, and the upper part is also very slow to heat up.

Zhong Qin watched as Xi Yan stretched his arms into the sleeves of his coat from the front. His clothes were turned backwards, and his hat was hanging down in front.

So Zhong Qin slapped Xi Yan's legs that were still sticking out: "Is it cold enough to cover?"

Xi Yan let out a muffled oh, and retracted his legs into the blanket obediently.