After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

The last summer vacation of high school is over, and school starts in September, Bian Cong ushered in his senior year of high school.

Their third year of high school is quite special, there is no re-classification, and the head teacher and teachers of each subject have not adjusted much. The only thing that has changed is that the classroom has moved from the second floor to the third floor.

On the first day of school, Brother Feng held a class meeting for everyone in the new classroom.

"It's been a long time, classmates. We are still familiar faces in the new semester. I won't introduce myself. We are old acquaintances, so I won't talk about polite words. It's the third year of high school. I hope everyone can work harder. Do your best and don’t let yourself regret.”

"The new semester is starting, let's adjust the seats again, everyone go outside and stand up first, we still use the old rules, choose according to the grades, and I will adjust later."

Everyone started to move and went out in a bustling manner.

Bian Cong clutched his stomach and walked slowly.Strange to say, he didn't know what he ate this morning, and his stomach ached on the way to school, and he had already made several trips to the toilet by now.

"Brother Cong, are you okay?" Jiang Hao saw that his expression was not good when he was arranging the team, so he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"fine."

"Are you all right?" Li Chengbo also asked, "Why don't you go to the infirmary to see, your complexion is not very good."

"It's okay," Bian Cong smiled at them, "I probably just ate bad food, just go to the toilet a few times and it will be fine."

"Ok."

Stomach hurts for a while, but now it doesn't hurt anymore.Bian Cong stood up according to the order of the team. His final exam results were good, No. 2, and No. 1 was Fu Chenyan.

Bian Cong stood behind him, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people, he stood up straight and compared himself with him.

Bian Cong raised his hand and compared them above their heads.

No, this guy hasn't seen him for the summer vacation, why has he grown taller again?

While looking at him from top to bottom, I estimated his height in my heart.I am 1.8 meters three, this guy is half a head taller than myself, about [-]?

Is this because I took hormones during the summer vacation?Obviously before the holiday, the two of them were almost at a high level.

After a while, Brother Feng came, and after he said a few words, he asked everyone to go in and choose their seats.

But by coincidence, Bian Cong's stomach started to hurt again, and he couldn't help it, so he went to the toilet first, and before leaving, he asked Jiang Hao'an to reserve a seat for him.

In the classroom, Fu Chenyan chose the seat in the last row by the window.After a while, people from behind came in one after another.

One of the girls came over and asked in a low voice, "Fu Chenyan, can I sit next to you?"

Fu Chenyan looked up at her and said, "Sorry, there are already people."

"Ah, fine then."

After a while, another boy came over.

"Xueba Xueba, can I sit here?"

"Someone."

"Student Fu Chenyan, can I be at the same table with you?"

"Feel sorry."

A few more people came one after another, but Fu Chenyan refused them one by one with the same words.

Li Chengbo and Jiang Hao'an, who were sitting in front of him, were a little confused. They turned around and asked curiously, "Xueba, who is sitting here?"

Fu Chenyan was looking at the door, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Here we are."

The two of them froze for a moment, then turned to look at the door.I saw that Bian Cong's face turned pale, and he leaned against the door in a collapsed state.

Jiang Haoan waved to him in surprise, "Brother Cong, come quickly!"

While looking up, he walked over with a shuffling pace.

"Where is the seat for you?"

"Brother Cong, you are not kind," Jiang Hao'an said, "You let Xueba take the seat for you, why do you let me take it for you?"

"? What are you talking about?"

Jiang Haoan: "I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Chenyan, who said, "I've reserved a seat for you."

"..."

"I didn't ask you to occupy a seat for me. What do you mean, did you do it on purpose?"

"Yes," Fu Chenyan looked up at him, "on purpose."

"you......"

"Because I want to be at the same table with you."

……

"Since everyone has no objection, let's sit like this for now," Brother Feng said standing on the podium, "If some students are not satisfied, we can communicate in private."

"Okay! Everyone pack up and get ready for class. Listen to me carefully for the first class of the new semester."

After class was over, Bian Cong lay down on the table, leaving only his back for Fu Chenyan.

He was actually not planning to be at the same table with Fu Chenyan just now, but the situation was special at that time, except for this seat, there was only one seat in the first row, so after comprehensive consideration, Bian Cong sat down anyway.

For some reason, he always feels that he and Fu Chenyan are a bit awkward now. Although the two have reconciled, but for some reason, he just feels awkward.

Stomach still uncomfortable, Bian Cong turned his head in another direction after laying down for a while.

Fu Chenyan was not in his seat, so he didn't know where he went.

Jiang Haoan came back from receiving the water, and when passing by, he asked casually, "Hey Brother Cong, where did Xueba go?"

Bian Cong lay on his stomach and shook his head, "I don't know."

"It seems to be going to the infirmary." Li Chengbo said suddenly.

"Why are you going to the infirmary? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Maybe."

Feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, he lay on his stomach with his eyes closed for a while, and almost fell asleep.

When I was in a daze, I heard the sound of rustling plastic bags next to me.

He opened his eyes and saw Fu Chenyan was putting things on his table.

The two people's eyes met, Fu Chenyan was stunned for a second, and then said: "Medicine."

Bian Cong blinked, staring at him bewilderedly.He may have just ran, and his breath is still not steady at the moment, and there is still sweat on his forehead.

"Why did you go?" Bian Cong looked at him from lying on the table.

Fu Chenyan avoided his eyes, put the medicine on his table, "Go out."

"Oh," Bian Cong glanced at the things he brought over, "What is this?"

"Two pills in the red box and one pill in the blue box."

"..."

"What are you talking about?"

Fu Chenyan: "..."

Bian Cong sat up, took out a small box in the bag and looked at it, "Have you gone to buy medicine?"

"Ah."

"Bought it for me on purpose?"

"..." Fu Chenyan didn't speak.

Bian Cong smiled, opened the package, "How much do you want to drink?"

"two."

He took out two pills from the pocket, unscrewed the water glass, and just about to put it in his mouth, he put it down again.

"Fu Chenyan's medicine is not poisonous, is it?"

"..."

"poisonous."

"Very poisonous."

Bian Cong smiled, put the medicine in his mouth, drank two sips of water, after swallowing, he took a few more sips, frowned and said, "It's so bitter."

Fu Chenyan took out two pieces of candy from his pocket and put them on his table.

Bian Cong glanced at him, hooked his lips and tore off a piece, "Why didn't I realize you were so good at it before."

"Hey Fu Chenyan, I haven't asked you yet, why do you want to be at the same table with me?"

"..."

"Talk, why?" Bian Cong looked at him with his head tilted.

"got used to."

"Get used to what?"

Fu Chenyan was silent for a while, then looked at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"..."

"Forget it, let's go to class."

Bian Cong: "...Oh."

The third year of senior high school was tight, not only had to go to evening self-study at night, but the morning reading was also advanced half an hour, which resulted in Bian never having time to eat breakfast.

So he has had his breakfast in the classroom recently.

Just like right now, Bian Cong is eating the egg pancake that Song Wan brought him.He couldn't get used to the breakfast in the school cafeteria, and Song Wan was afraid that he would spoil his stomach if he ate indiscriminately, so she brought him breakfast every day.

At this time of the morning, there are not too many people in the class. Except for copying homework and sleeping on the table, the rest are eating breakfast.While eating the omelette, he flipped through the test papers that were handed out yesterday.

Halfway through eating, Fu Chenyan came.

Bian Cong glanced at him, his face was sleepy, and there was still water on the tips of his hair.

"Just got up?" Bian Cong asked.

Fu Chenyan hummed, put down his schoolbag and lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.

"Had breakfast?"

Fu Chenyan's voice was lazy, dragging a long tone, "Huh?"

"I guess you didn't eat it."

"Ah."

"hungry?"

"Ok?"

"I guess you're hungry."

"Ah."

"Then eat."

"?" Fu Chenyan froze for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes, "Huh?"

Bian Cong pushed the lunch box towards him, "I'll try the omelette made by my mother."

Fu Chenyan raised his head, stared at him blankly, and said nothing.

"Why are you looking at me? Aren't you hungry?" Bian Cong looked at him, "Eat."

"......Oh."

Fu Chenyan took a piece.

"Is it light? If it's light, there are small pickles," Bian Cong handed him chopsticks, "It's clean, I haven't used it before."

Fu Chenyan didn't answer, just looked at him.

"Look at me for what?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head, "No."

"Then hurry up and eat," Bian Cong put the chopsticks on his side, and said, "It's best to finish eating, otherwise my mother will have to blame me when I go back."

"it is good."

While taking a sip of milk, he continued to read the test paper.

Fu Chenyan ate very quietly, with almost no sound.

"Don't you usually eat breakfast?" Bian Cong asked casually.

"Ah."

"Why don't you eat? Is it because I can't get up or no one is doing it?"

"All."

Bian Cong uttered an oh and didn't speak any more.

After Fu Chenyan finished eating, he closed the lunch box and put it back on the table for him.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

"I'll bring you something more delicious tomorrow."

In the next few days, Bian brought breakfast in different ways every day, from one box of milk to two boxes a day, and from one pair of chopsticks to two pairs of chopsticks.

Later, in the classroom where the sunlight had just touched in the early morning, there were some special sounds.

"Hey Fu Chenyan, try this."

"Is this potato cake watery?"

"How about the new cuisine my mother studied?"

"Hey? Where did you buy the chocolate milk you gave me last time? It's delicious!"

"It's delicious and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."