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Gao Chengliu couldn't hold back, and directly patted Zhong Qin's back with the exercise book in his hand: "Are you giving lectures or coaxing the children?! Is he in high school or kindergarten?! He's already here and still needs you untie?!"

The young students onlookers all trembled, Xi Yan turned around and saw that it was Gao Chengliu, and even shouted "Hello, Mr. Gao".

Zhong Qin took a slap from the teacher in charge, and silently put down the pen in his hand.

After Xi Yan said hello, he pouted his lips and pondered for a while, then said: "Well, it's a bit complicated, why don't you explain it, and I'll come down and do the calculation again."

Zhong Qin silently picked up the pen in his hand again, with a very indifferent expression, as if this action had been repeated many times, very natural.

Gao Chengliu: "...!"

When Xi Yan left Class [-] contentedly by stepping on the bell to start evening self-study, Gao Chengliu realized that this was not a student in his class.

Yang Ziyang wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and tremblingly handed his paper to Zhong Qin: "Brother Zhong, can you explain to me the penultimate multiple-choice question? I didn't explain it in class, and I'm a bit stuck."

Zhong Qin glanced down and said, "Choose A."

Yang Ziyang: "..."

Gao Chengliu was still lingering behind Zhong Qin, hearing this brief conversation, he felt sorry for Yang Ziyang.He said to Zhong Qin earnestly: "It doesn't matter whether your fat water flows out or not, but at least you can water the fields in your class, okay?"

Gao Chengliu was so close to telling the truth, Zhong Qin had no choice but to work hard and start watering: "The number of zero points is the number of intersection points of these two functions. Your drawing is wrong, pay attention to the domain of definition."

Yang Ziyang let out an oh, and went to pick his head.

Gao Chengliu couldn't help but draw his sword to help: "...Zhong Qin, can't you just take your deskmate to draw a picture like you did to the classmate from the foreign class just now?"

Zhong Qin looked back at Gao Chengliu inexplicably: "Is he in kindergarten? It's time to meet here."

Gao Chengliu put a pig's face on his face: "Is the door opposite to Class [-] or Kindergarten Class?"

——Xi Yan, who didn't know that he was relegated back to kindergarten at Gao Chengliu's place, sneezed earth-shattering as soon as he returned to class.

The next day, Sun Bin was in class, and the first thing he talked about was composition.

Sun Bin took a few stacks of papers in his hand to Ni Wenrui, the representative of the Chinese class, and distributed them: "This is an excellent composition for the monthly exam in October. They all scored above 55. The grade group thought about it and printed it out for everyone. In the future, every big exam It’s all in this form.”

"There are two people in our class. They are very good. I will take everyone to read them later."

Xi Yan didn't care about Sun Bin's admiring eyes that seemed to be projected towards him, and started to search with this set of model essays.

The model essay is not a printed version, but a directly copied answer sheet. The composition paper is a separate sheet, with the name, class and student number on the left.

As expected, Xi Yan found the word "Zhong Qin".

…Then he stared at the two pages with eyes that were bigger than a cow, and stared at the two pages of words that were as beautiful as if they were pasted with an ID card. He was stunned for at least half a minute, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This unscientific!

After agreeing that his handwriting and Zhong Qin's handwriting are almost the same, everyone is like a dog, so does one dog not know the other?

Why... why did this person's style of painting suddenly change!

Xi Yan frowned and fell into doubt, then he gave a light ah, and finally remembered where he had seen this word before—it was the name on Zhong Qin's book cover, exercise book, and test paper!

In Xi Yan's "A Brief History of Copying Homework", he has never owed a fortune in Chinese. In order to show his good "copying style", he even deliberately did not read Zhong Qin's reading comprehension and composition.

In Zhong Qin's homework that he often comes into contact with, there are very few cases where Chinese characters appear, and even if there are a few, most of them are so scribbled that they can't even tell what the characters are.

He has always preconceived that Zhong Qin is the same as himself, only the name is well-written-who would have thought that Zhong Qin's style of writing Chinese characters would be so completely different from writing letters and characters, and went to two extremes!

Xi Yan's thoughts were racing. For a while, he wanted to dig out all the Chinese homework he had missed before, and for a while... Suddenly, he really wanted to find a chance to give Zhong Qin a pen of the same style as Ni Wenrui.

After finally recovering from the daze, Xi Yan suddenly woke up like a dream.

He quickly found the dictation book from his desk, flipped to yesterday's page, and compared it with the one on the composition roll——

Xi Yan's heart thumped as if he had experienced diving and bungee jumping all of a sudden.

…Last time, Class [-] helped correct the dictation.

What Zhong Qin took was really his book.

There is a small line of neat and beautiful red pen comments next to the words he wrote wrong, which were written by Zhong Qin for him.

After a long while, Xi Yan blinked and caught Hun'er who had escaped from his body and went to class [-].

He stretched out his hand, and lightly rubbed his thumb on the four words "Jin Shi Ke Lou" written in red pen.

Sun Bin's voice when talking about Yan Yue's composition suddenly became distant. Xi Yan, who always liked to listen to Chinese class as a storytelling, could not concentrate at this time.

He didn't understand where the sudden throbbing in his heart came from, but he had a sense of pleasure like receiving a surprise after being tricked and must share it with others.

Xi Yan thought for a while, and put Zhong Qin's composition paper and his dictation book in front of Li Wenrui: "At the same table, come, do you see something?"

Li Wenrui happened to also see Zhong Qin's good handwriting, and was eager to find someone to complain about, so he said to Xi Yan: "I'll go! The word brother dog! It's agreed to tell you a big dog and not a puppy! It's all you Confused me! Hey, what a pity, there is one less similarity between us and Xueba..."

Xi Yan clicked his tongue: "Do I want to tell you this?"

Li Wenrui was stunned: "Then what do you want to say?"

Xi Yan clicked his tongue again: "... Forget it."

Li Wenrui: "..."

Xi Yan left the bewildered Li Wenrui alone, took out the phone and put it against the belly of the table, and clicked on the WeChat message.

He paused for a moment on the "clock" with his fingertips, but for some reason, he slid away from the interface and clicked on the chat window with Ding Xuan.

"Language class yesterday!"

Ding Xuan grumbled for a while, then replied:

"?"

Xi Yan typed:

"Class [-] corrects our class's dictation!!"

Ding Xuan murmured for a long time:

"??"

Xi Yan wanted to knock the exclamation point out of the sky:

"He changed it to mine!!!"

Ding Xuan's doubts are about to burst out of the sky:

"???"

Ding Xuan is not as bold as Xi Yan, he sneaks around in the classroom to read the news.

Although Wuyi understands that the "he" mentioned by Xi Yan must refer to Zhong Qin, but he can't understand what Xi Yan's three slightly girly words are trying to express.

Ding Xuan scratched his head and began to diverge his thoughts:

"Your string of exclamation points is very similar to a girl in Huaichun. Usually girls only get this reaction from Gouge Mobao."

"What's wrong, Brother Gou was so ugly by your handwriting that he tore up your book on the spot?"

Xi Yan quickly sent him a reply:

"Why didn't I tear you up on the spot?"

Ding Xuan: "..."

Because he was in class, otherwise Xi Baba would have gone to buy white chrysanthemums.

Xi Yan put away his mobile phone, distressed that he couldn't share his joy, so he could only mutter to himself: "...the probability is one in fifty, he just happened to get mine, how predestined is it?"

Class [-] of the next class will be Chinese, and Sun Bin will also send out a set of excellent compositions for the October exam.

Zhong Qin's movement of sorting the paper suddenly paused... He actually saw Xi Yan's dog crawling?

The composition of the October monthly exam requires writing an argumentative essay on the topic of "freedom".

Yang Ziyang praised in a low voice next to Zhong Qin: "Brother Zhong, am I right? This is really Xi Baba's composition? I read it once, and this writing style, this state of mind, no matter what, it doesn't look like a scumbag in elementary school! Look at it again. This ends..."

Zhong Qin didn't answer Yang Ziyang.

He just followed Yang Ziyang's words and turned his attention to the end of Xi Yan's composition——

"free……"

"Hiding in the brilliant youth, hiding in the immature youth."

Zhong Qin casually threw a stack of papers, including his own, on the tall pile of textbooks on the desk.

——The only thing is to take out the composition of Yan Yan, and put it into the desk like storing the most beautiful maple leaf in autumn into the pages of the book.

In a few days, it will be "Double Eleven".

Xi Yan has made a shopping strategy long ago, because as a "future man", he knows very well that online shopping discounts were real discounts at this time ten years ago. reduced price.

If you don't chop your hands at this time, when will you wait!

Of course, Xi Yan was extremely poor, and his purchasing power was quite limited, so he thought about it for a long time, deleted and deleted the clothes he wanted to buy, left gifts for Wen Xia and his grandma, and... a word of mouth nice pen.

There is not only a set gift box, the one with ink, but also a postcard designed by the brand.

When Xi Yan paid and placed the order, he thought about it carefully. It was not because he felt sorry for the money, but because he was hesitant about the gift box.

...Won't it look too grand and formal?

There is no special day recently, what reason should I find to give it to Zhong Qin.

However, compared to the "Shopping Festival", the day of NO.11 in November has a deeper meaning in the hearts of young students ten years ago.

After the big break, Xi Yan went to the cafeteria to buy a bunch of lollipops.

He originally wanted to buy the same style as Huating Xiongzi, the one with a large bundle, but unfortunately there is no canteen.

Back in class, Xi Yan distributed lollipops to his little friends: "Come on, one lollipop for each person, which symbolizes that being single can be sweet!"

Li Wenrui stuffed the lollipop into his mouth: "It's sweet in your mouth, but bitter in your heart. I hope this time next year, Xi Baba, you won't give us dog biscuits."

Xi Yan glared at him, thinking not to mention this time next year, at the age of 25 he was still eating dog biscuits given by others!

In the last session of the morning, Jiang Shui finished class 2 minutes early, and Gao Chengliu delayed the class for a while.

The front and rear doors of Class [-] were not closed. Amid the commotion, Gao Chengliu unconsciously raised the volume.

Xi Yan squatted at the back door waiting for Zhong Qin, but turned a deaf ear to Gao Chengliu's voice, he was well-behaved and quiet, like a beautiful mushroom alone.

But even if Xi Yan keeps his own place, the sense of presence is still too strong for Zhong Qin.

Because Zhong Qin was sitting by the back door, tilting his head slightly, he could catch a glimpse of the mat mushroom that planted himself in the middle of the door frame out of the corner of his eye.

Gao Chengliu's saliva was flying horizontally on Xing's head, when he suddenly saw Xi Yan with only one head exposed at the back door, his fast speech stopped instantly.

Gao Chengliu immediately thought of the difference between Zhong Qin's "choose B" and "let me explain", and felt a little aggrieved for no reason.

... Especially seeing Fei Shui Zhong Qin in their class lifting up the bench, leaning back a little, and pressing his hand on the top of the mushroom's head, he felt even more aggrieved.

Gao Chengliu choked immediately, and said angrily, "The one squatting by the back door! Why don't you come in and listen?"

The students in the class all turned their heads when they heard the words, but Xi Yan, who was squatting on the ground to shield everyone's eyes, didn't feel it—he was fully committed to fighting against Zhong Qin's school uniform cuffs, and he insisted on throwing something at Zhong Qin. Sleeve tucked.

Zhong Qin: "..."

Gao Chengliu threw the exercise book on the podium very disturbingly, stopped talking, waved his hand and said: "...get out of class is over, class is over, go to eat, go to eat!"

Zhong Qin withdrew his hand from Xi Yan's dog's paw and stood up.

When the arm was drooping, a lollipop fell from the cuff of his wide school uniform and just slipped into the palm of his hand.

Zhong Qin's five fingers gently gathered together.

The plastic packaging of the lollipop also made a slight sound of "呵呵呵啦".

Zhong Qin doesn't like sweets, so he asked, "What are you doing for me?"

"Hee hee," Xi Yan said, "It's Singles' Day, I'm the only one who can sweeten you."

After school in the evening, before getting on the bus, Xi Yan asked, "Zhong Qin. Can't we play together on Singles' Day? Are you going home to sleep today too?"

Zhong Qin paused: "Yes."

"...Your love for your sons has become less." Xi Yan complained, "Since you came back from military training, you haven't been with them at night with another company."

Zhong Qin ignored Xi Yan's groundless accusation: "I went home after seeing them first."

Xi Yan was still unhappy: "Then let me sleep in the store."

"Go home and sleep by yourself," Zhong Qin patted Xi Yan's forehead, and gave a very reasonable reason, "The temperature has dropped in the past two days, and the quilt in the store hasn't been changed yet."

Xi Yan clutched his forehead and boarded the bus angrily, without saying goodbye to Zhong Qin.

Zhong Qin watched the car drive away, and then slowly looked away.

Another companion.

Zhong Qin played with a group of dogs for a while, then went upstairs, ready to pack up the early autumn things and take them home to change and wash.

This is a valid reason for refusing a dog to stay overnight.

After all, this attic room is very small, and the bed is also very small, it is not suitable for two big boys to live together every day.

Zhong Qin took off a thin quilt and a thick blanket, folded them up, put them in a packing bag, and carried them to the ground at the stairway.

Butter circled around him, whimpering, as if curious about what he was doing, and also as if she was coquettishly asking him to accompany her.

Zhong Qin rubbed its head and said softly: "Now that it's grown up, it can go down the stairs. I'll open the fence for you. If you don't want to sleep upstairs by yourself, go downstairs to play with them."

Butter groaned, turned her head back to its soft cushion, turned her soft belly towards Zhong Qin, her legs turned upside down, and her little paws flew up.

Zhong Qin just smiled: "You are smarter than Xi Xiaogou."

Zhong Qin took some of the things he needed to take home downstairs, and was about to take a taxi, but he didn't take the thin quilt and blanket, so he couldn't take it.

Opening the door, the Corgis sent Zhong Qinwei to the door, and Zhong Qin saw a taxi stop just outside the shop.

Xi Yan got out of the car.

Then he pulled out a thick quilt embroidered with red and yellow peonies from the back seat of the car, hugged it heavily, and walked towards Zhong Qin.

Xi Yan was holding a big bright peony in his arms, his expression was still grim: "Rang Rang."

Xi Yan walked through a group of dogs, walked around a few circles with the little butter who went downstairs to greet him with difficulty, and then left Zhong Qin to go upstairs.

Zhong Qin looked at Xi Yan for a moment, then finally sighed and locked the door again, and accompanied him back upstairs.

The rich quilt was spread out on the bed beamingly, but Xi Yanren sat cross-legged in the kennel on the floor.

He lifted his chin towards the bag containing the thin quilt and blanket at the top of the stairs, and said in a sullen tone, "Moving?"

Zhong Qin looked down into his eyes.

"Then you go, I will stay here by myself in the future, and be a bachelor!" Xi Yan felt aggrieved for no reason, he turned his eyes away, and said to himself, "Cream, butter, your father doesn't want you anymore."

Xi Yan took it for granted, without the consciousness of occupying the magpie's nest, as if the other companion's small pavilion was a well-enclosed territory under his command, and if he didn't come to inspect it for more than ten days, it was already the limit.

Zhong Qin was silent for a moment, then walked up to Xi Yan and knelt down.

He stretched out his hand, and clamped Xi Yan's jaws on both sides, shaking both sides, as if he was helpless and acquiesced.

"You want to come here yourself," Zhong Qin said, "later...don't say I took advantage of you."

Subconsciously, Xi Yan raised his hand to grab Zhong Qin's hand, but he frowned and froze when he heard this, his palm rested on the back of Zhong Qin's hand, and the body temperature from the quilt was also transmitted to Zhong Qin.

Xi Yan raised his eyes and met Zhong Qin's eyes suddenly.

Zhong Qinzheng lowered his eyes and couldn't stop looking at him, his eyes were like the reflection of stars in the water, like clouds floating in front of the moon, like the side of the leaves stretched out in the sun in midsummer with a more intense color.

Xi Yan's heart skipped a beat for no reason: "...Huh?"

"It's nothing." After a while, Zhong Qin easily opened his hand.