immature

Zhong Qin has lived for 17 years and for the first time experienced what it is like to coax people to eat.

"Eat."

"I do not want to eat!"

"If you don't want to eat, you have to eat."

"If I don't want to eat it, I won't eat it! I just want to eat it cold!"

"...You've made a fuss until now, and the food is almost cold."

"I didn't make trouble!"

"..."

Zhong Qin had no choice but to unfold the pillow that he just bought, and wrapped Xi Yan up with a small quilt.

...if only he could be sent home in a box.

Just wrapped up, Zhong Qin didn't let go for three seconds, Xi Yan shook off the little quilt like an ADHD: "What does it look like to be wrapped in a quilt in the classroom! And this dog head is too stupid! I'm almost seventeen !"

Zhong Qin: "..."

With Zhong Qin and Xi Yan as the center, no one dared to sit in the space within the two seats.

How strange is this aura.

Xi Yan was very disobedient when he was sick. To be precise, he barely listened to other people's words, but couldn't listen to Zhong Qin's words at all.

Zhong Qin couldn't bear to look down on Xi Yan again - the main reason was that if this rascal got a little rebellious, wouldn't it be more difficult to deal with the trouble.

So Zhong Qin could only help this person who loves to drink hot water open the lid of the cup, and waited for the delicious food: "Take a sip, and then eat."

Xi Yan continued to snark: "I don't, I want an iced Coke!"

"..." Zhong Qin was completely helpless, "Yanyan, be obedient."

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened in an instant: "...What Yingyingyanyan! You called me by my nickname!"

Zhong Qin sat on the seat next to Xi Yan, propped his chin tiredly, turned his head to look at him, and followed him: "Do you still have a nickname?"

"You have it too," Xi Yan said solemnly, "Your nickname is Brother Gou!"

"...Okay, you can give me such a fancy name." Zhong Qin sighed, "You don't look sick, you seem to have drunk too much."

After coaxing for a long time, Xi Yan, this delicate flower, finally gave herself some water.

After Jiaohua finished drinking the water, she looked at the food in the lunch box again, Zhong Qin hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and handed him the chopsticks.

Holding the chopsticks, Xi Yan suddenly ordered Zhong Qin angrily before eating the first mouthful: "...you scream again!"

"..." Zhong Qin pursed his lips, took a long breath, and coaxed in a low voice, both angry and funny, "Yanyan, eat."

Xi Yan obediently ate half of the meal.

Zhong Qin also knew that Xi Yan might not have much appetite, but at least he had enough stomach and could take medicine.

Zhong Qin glanced at the instructions of the cold medicine, and was sure that it was the medicine for wind-cold and not the medicine for wind-heat. He also looked at how to take it, and then took two capsules and put them in his palm.

Zhong Qin held the water glass in one hand and the medicine in the other, and handed it to Xi Yan's mouth: "Take the medicine."

Xi Yan's lips were a little redder than usual, and now he deliberately closed his lips tightly against Zhong Qin: "Oh!"

Zhong Qin seemed to have found a way to deal with Xi Yan, and said in a low voice, "Yan Yan is obedient."

Then Zhong Qin's palm burned.

Xi Yan buried his head, put his lips against Zhong Qin's palm, stuck out a little tip of his tongue, and licked away the two capsules.

Zhong Qin curled his fingers, and subconsciously rubbed the tip of his middle finger across his palm.

Feeding Xi Yan medicine is really like feeding a puppy.

——Sometimes when he taught the puppy to sit or lie down, he would put a piece of dog food in his palm as a reward for the obedient puppy.

So Zhong Qin scratched Xi Yan's chin, and Xi Yan narrowed his eyes in comfort.

Xi Yan had such a hard time eating this meal that Zhong Qin himself didn't eat well.

But at any rate, both businessmen have regressed back to the preschool child Xi Yan, after eating and drinking, he wrapped up the silly dog's head quilt that Zhong Qin bought for him, and began to sleep.

Although my nose was a bit blocked, I didn't sleep well.

But the win is very warm.

Zhong Qin waited for Li Wenrui to finish his meal, and went to the office with him to ask Xi Yan for leave.

The main thing is that Zhong Qin is from an outside class, so it is not easy to go directly to Jiang Shui.

Li Wenrui received a new mission and saluted Zhong Qin again on the spot.

Jiang Shui learned about Xi Yan's situation, and specially approved him to sleep in evening study.

After the first self-study get out of class was over, Zhong Qin deliberately came over from the opposite classroom and touched his forehead.

Xi Yan was still fierce: "Well... go away go away."

Zhong Qin: "..."

He told him to go away with his mouth, but he pressed his forehead honestly.

Halfway through the evening self-study in the second quarter, Xi Yan woke up in a daze.

Everyone in the evening self-study was writing hard, the classroom was very quiet, and Jiang Shui greeted the teacher who was watching the evening self-study tonight, no one was in charge of Xi Yan's sleep, he slept relatively soundly this time.

Originally, it was just a low-grade fever, but I took medicine again, and my physical condition improved a lot after I slept.

But Xi Yan stared blankly at the homework summed up by the representatives of various subjects on the blackboard, and was very confused for a while: "...the sleep in the late self-study will really make up for it by staying up late."

When Zhong Qin came to pick up Xi Yan from school, Xi Yan was still writing and writing. He was still wrapped in a small quilt. One hand got out of the quilt to hold the pen, and the other hand was tightly grasping the neckline to prevent the quilt from slipping off. go down.

Zhong Qin rubbed his head: "Go home."

Xi Yan looked sad: "At least let me finish one subject...otherwise I won't sleep tonight..."

Zhong Qin raised his eyebrows slightly: "I still want to call you Yanyan before going home?"

Xi Yan: "..."

Only then did Xi Yan realize that his memory came back, and he recalled the splashes and "crazy" he played.

Zhong Qin called him Yanyan when eating, called him Yanyan when taking medicine, and Zhong Qin coaxed him to call him Yanyan when drinking water and sleeping.

Otherwise, they will not listen, cooperate, or lose their temper.

Xi Yan regained his strength and was deeply shocked by his series of actions.

He had never been so spoiled to Ms. Wenxia when he was a child!

Xi Yan threw the pen away, slowly pulled up the quilt, and covered his old face that had no place to rest, only two ears that quickly turned red were exposed: "Excuse me...I'll just sleep in school today."

"You still want to fight with me?" Zhong Qin put a few exercise books on Xi Yan's desk, pointed with his fingers, and said, "Pack up your things and go."

Xi Yan slowly exposed his eyes, but still tightly covered his nose and mouth with the quilt.

He looked at the exercise book on the table and asked, "...for what?"

Zhong Qin looked puzzled: "I've been studying independently for a long time, why did I forget my homework?"

Xi Yan froze for a moment.

He looked up at the homework on the blackboard, and at the few exercise books that Zhong Qin brought over.

Xi Yan didn't wrap himself in the quilt any more, he flipped through it casually... Sure enough, the homework he needed to write was right here.

As an experimental class, Zhong Qin and the others bought additional supplementary teaching materials, and they usually ticked off the topics in the workbooks compiled and printed by the school.

Like the physics exercise book by Zhong Qin that Xi Yan just flipped through, there are quite a few blank spaces.

But what Xi Yan and his class needed to do today, they wrote down every single question.

Zhong Qin went to Class [-] once after the evening self-study in the first quarter, and it was probably at that time that he memorized Xi Yan's homework by the way.

Xi Yan asked: "...the evening self-study of the second quarter was used to help me with my homework, what about your own?"

Zhong Qin looked at his expressionless but inexplicably contemptuous face, and said, "I'm quick to do the questions—but if you don't get up, you can't even finish copying today."

Xi Yan pouted: "It's extremely insulting."

Reluctantly, Xi Yan folded the quilt back into the shape of a pillow, carried Zhong Qin's exercise book on his back, and went home with Zhong Qin after school.

Of course, what Xi Yan was carrying was Zhong Qin's empty schoolbag stuffed with a few papers.

Zhong Qin helped him carry the heavy exercise book.

When leaving the classroom, Zhong Qin also took off his school uniform jacket and asked Xi Yan to put it on, so that he would not catch the cold again when the wind blows just after he came out of the "quilt".

So Xi Yan wore two school uniform jackets.

One is his own, the collar is turned up to block the wind, the zipper is pulled up to the top, and the zipper ring is still in his mouth to play with.

He put on another one-size-up dress, which was left open, with a part of the sleeve protruding, only his fingertips were exposed, and it smelled of washing powder that he was all too familiar with.

Xi Yan didn't copy his homework for a long time, so he was still a little savvy.

He was afraid that copying it once would arouse his temporarily dormant addiction to learning scum.

Zhong Qin seemed to know what he was thinking, and while waiting for the bus, he said to him: "I wrote the process in detail, pay attention when copying, mark if you don't understand, and ask tomorrow."

Xi Yan blinked: "... Aww."

It's not the weekend, Xi Yan dare not go to "the other partner", so as not to... delay each other's study.

Zhong Qin's bus came first, but he didn't get on it, but continued to wait for the bus with Xi Yan on the platform.

Before Xi Yanlin got into the car, Zhong Qin touched his forehead again: "Copy directly, and go to bed after copying."

"Won't let you drop the class."

Xi Yan hummed, quickly rubbed his forehead against Zhong Qin's hand, got in the car and went home.

...It is reassuring to have a boyfriend who is a god of learning to make up lessons!

When Xi Yan got home, he didn't have time to change his clothes, so he told Wen Xia that he had a cold, and asked Wen Xia to make him a bowl of granules.

While boiling hot water, Wen Xia asked, "Send Xiao Qin's clothes back again. It's cold, so he won't catch a cold."

"..." Xi Yan was speechless for a moment, "Mom, dear mother, your son already has a cold."

"That's right." Wen Xia turned off the fire and made a cup of granule for Xi Yan, "Then you should drink it quickly, so as not to infect others."

Xi Yan: "..."

Xi Yan took the granule with a complicated expression, pinched his nose and drank it: "...It's so bitter."

Wen Xia knew that Xi Yan didn't like the smell of medicine since she was a child, so she was a little surprised: "At your age, don't you love to be sick when you are sick? Why are you getting better today?"

Xi Yan said solemnly and clearly: "You don't keep in good health when you are young, but you can take care of a doctor when you are old."

Wen Xia yelled, "It's quite transparent."

Xi Yan returned to the room after drinking the granule. According to what Zhong Qin said, he copied all the homework without stopping.

Zhong Qin... even gave him a brief process for the multiple-choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions.

Xi Yan didn't delay at all. He only noticed which questions might be difficult when copying the steps and needed time to think, and marked these questions. He planned to take a look at them tomorrow and ask Zhong Qin again if he didn't know. .

The reason why he worked so hard was because he told Zhong Qin that he wanted to break into the top 150 in his grade.

——Not a certain monthly test score, but the average score of two midterms and two finals in the whole school year of the second year of high school.

After reaching this score, he can be assigned to the experimental class.

Regardless of whether they are sorted by the first letter of the surname or by the class number, as long as Xi Yan can enter the experimental class, most of them will be divided into the [-]th class.

Although Xi Yan was reluctant to part with the students in Class Nine.

But he wants to stand with Zhong Qin through his own efforts.

After all the subjects were settled, Xi Yan went to wash up again, and the time was not even eleven o'clock.

Xi Yan took the medicine out of his schoolbag, took it according to the instructions, then climbed into bed, wrapped the thick quilt Wen Xia gave him, and took out his mobile phone that Jiang Shui almost confiscated.

Xi Yan sent a message to Zhong Qin:

"Take your medicine and get ready for bed"

Zhong Qin replied quickly:

"Yan Yan good"

Xi Yan: "...Fuck."

This man is not finished yet!

Xi Yan sweated a little at night, but had a good night's sleep.

When he woke up the next day, although Xi Yan wasn't full of energy, except for a runny nose, he didn't have any other symptoms of a severe cold, let alone a fever.

Xi Yan attributed the credit to Zhong Qin...the little quilt he bought for him.

Cover in spring and freeze in autumn to keep warm in time.

Jiang Shui attended class and commented on the math homework from the previous day.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw the little classmate Xi Yan in the middle of the classroom.He was wrapped in a fluffy goose-yellow quilt with a dog's head painted on it, and he held a water glass in his hand.

No need to think about it, there must be hot water in it.

Jiang Shui raised his eyebrows: "Xi Yan, you look ruddy and shiny, are you in much better condition?"

Xi Yan smiled: "It's much better, thank you Mr. Jiang for your concern."

Jiang Shui put the exercise book on the podium, and said bluntly: "Since you are much better, take your quilt, the cup... I will take it away. How decent is the quilt in class? Why don't you move your house?" Classroom?"

Xi Yan quickly coughed twice, pretending to be pitiful: "I just recovered from a serious illness, cough cough... still weak... weak..."

The whole class was amused by Xi Yan's weak words, of course, excluding Jiang Shui.

So Xi Yan had no choice but to take the quilt off his back in aggrieved manner, and folded it in half twice.

Then put it on your legs.

Jiang Shui: "..."

Forget it, the body is weak, and if you ask again, it will be old cold legs.

Open one eye and close one eye.

Before the formal lecture, Xi Yan thought to himself... Since the teacher in charge doesn't like students listening to the class covered by blankets, then he should occupy Zhong Qin's school uniform jacket.

What a winter.

The weather is getting colder.

Students are too prone to sleepiness in class, and some "cruel" teachers will ask everyone to open the windows in the classroom during class.

It is euphemistically called "ventilation and ventilation", but in fact, it is to blow the cold wind and wake up the group of young students who are sleeping crookedly.

The little students trembled.

Xi Yan, who owns a small quilt and a boyfriend jacket, is triumphant.

Later, Xi Yan spent the whole winter wrapped in a soft quilt.

Hands will not feel stiff when writing, and will not feel cold after waking up from a nap.

Warm and iron.

Just like Zhong Qin's meticulous care and care.

In a blink of an eye, half of my high school career is over.