The bully thought he was wearing a book

This semester, Qi Hang’s birthday passed, and that day happened to be a spring Saturday, and the five members of the basketball team went out for dinner at night. Feng Chen suggested that everyone should just hang out all night, after all, he will be in his third year of high school soon, and he will also come on weekends School self-study, now should seize the last chance to go crazy, or Liao Zhengyi has a wink, saying that Qi Dog is also a rite of passage, and it is unreasonable not to go home at night.

Having said that, he winked at Yi Huai.

He felt that it was not certain whether Qi Gou would go home or not, but if he was going to be crazy all night tonight, he had to be alone with Yi Huai anyway.

But this night was not very exciting, no one would have expected that Qi Hang would accompany Yi Huai back to the dormitory to study in the end.

In fact, Yi Huai was a little distracted, and Qi Hang gave him a lecture, but he didn't even listen to a single punctuation mark, and his mouth was very perfunctory.

Qi Hang noticed it straight away, and turned to look at him: "Why are you absent-minded?"

"Those whose birthdays are too old still study, you love studying so much." Yi Huai said.

Qi Hang smiled breathlessly through his nose, threw the pen away, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said lazily: "Then tell me, you are underage, what can I do?"

Yi Huai blushed suddenly.

After a while, he said slowly: "Actually, I haven't given you my gift yet."

Qi Hang raised his eyebrows, and tilted his chin towards a cardboard box next to the bed: "Didn't you buy the jersey?"

To be precise, it was the limited-edition jersey of his favorite team, the kind that was out of stock both online and offline. Yi Huai didn't know how many sellers he found, and finally he half-begged and half-forced it from a former friend who collected these things. Even though the price of this jersey has increased by five or six times compared to when it was released, the other party was still reluctant to let go when he took the money, but Yi Huai firmly grabbed the man's hand and pressed it. Only then did they collect the money, and only then did they succeed in seizing love.

"That's... the meaning." Yi Huai said vaguely.

Qi Hang stretched out his hand and hooked his chin: "The meaning of being so extravagant and wasteful, isn't it afraid that I will think you are a prodigal?"

Yi Huai felt itchy, and grabbed Qi Hangzhi's hand: "There's nothing you can do about it, just make do with it."

Qi Hang said "Oh": "I can only make do if you don't give me something sweet."

Yi Huai was interrupted by him so much that he forgot what he was going to say at the beginning, and said with a slack in his neck: "Is love okay or not? If not, I'll go find someone else."

"Anyone else?" Qi Hang remembered something, "By the way, I went to find the academic affairs teacher yesterday afternoon, why did I see you flirting with Xiao Chen in the corridor?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't talk to him. He told me that he has a cousin who also plays basketball. He wanted me to help guide him today. After he was done, he invited me to dinner." Yi Huai looked irritable when he said it.

Qi Hang rubbed his face and asked, "Then what did you say?"

Yi Huai replied very calmly: "To tell the truth, I don't have time for your birthday today. After that, I have to ask you for tutoring on weekends, which makes me even busier. Let him not come to me."

"It's quite obedient." Qi Hang said bluntly.

He hooked Yi Huai's neck and pressed towards him, and kissed Yi Huai's lips easily.

Even though he had directly kissed Qi Hang many times, Yi Huai still responded awkwardly. Qi Hang patiently sucked his tongue and touched his spine step by step.

Yi Huai didn't say what the mysterious gift he was really going to give until the end, and Qi Hang didn't even ask. This riddle was quietly buried in the spring night, and it wasn't revealed until they were in their third year of high school.

Qi Hang won the provincial one in the chemistry competition in September, and the city specially allocated teachers to train those who passed the preliminary competition. After that, he rarely came to the classroom to attend classes. Sometimes he lived directly in the training hotel, and his mobile phone was often confiscated. Going up, Yi Huai tried to contact him but couldn't. Lying alone in the dormitory at night, he couldn't hear Qi Hangzhi's familiar breathing sound, as if he had returned to the days when he lived alone in a single room.

Not long after the first monthly exam in the third year of high school, it was Yi Huai's birthday. It was not a weekend, and Qi Hang was called to a training camp a few days ago.

Liao Zhengyi called Feng Chen, Du Feng, and Cheng Ke to accompany Yi Huai to have a hasty meal at the Braised Chicken and Rice Noodles outside the school. It was a celebration for him, and after eating, he was stuck at night for self-study. classroom.

Although Yi Huai didn't say anything, in fact, he was always looking forward to Qi Hang calling him, even sending a message to say happy birthday.

This evening, Wen He watched the evening self-study. She took 10 minutes to write silently, and asked her classmates to mark each other's papers.

Yi Huai sat there in a daze, and now he was the only one in the class not at the same table.

Probably today is his birthday, so luck is particularly good. Wen He noticed the empty seat beside him at a glance, and said, "Yi Huai, go to the blackboard and write silently, and I will approve it for you."

After such a long period of tutoring by Qi Hangzhi, Yi Huai's Chinese is no longer so half-dead. Wen Hekao's new words and classical Chinese are almost familiar to him, but he encountered a little difficulty in the word "Fenjiao Jidun".

He held a piece of chalk and thought about it for a long time, and finally wrote stroke by stroke on the blackboard: "The grave sacrifices ghosts."

Wen He stared at the blackboard for a long time before saying, "How did you manage to miss a single word of this word?"

Yi Huai had no choice but to continue to rack his brains to think, only to see that he erased the first two words and changed the word to "burning cakes to sacrifice to ghosts".

Wen He said coldly: "You have started to pay tribute to ghosts, right? Come on, think again, I'll see what tricks you can write."

Yi Huai stood there sluggishly, feeling that his imagination about language was almost exhausted.

Suddenly the door of the classroom was knocked twice from the outside and pushed open, accompanied by a steady "report".

Wen He turned his head: "Qi Hangzhi? You're back? It's just right, come and help your deskmate to read his dictation."

Yi Huai suddenly turned his face to the side, and saw Qi Hang staring at him with a half-smile.

Probably because he didn't have to go to school recently, Qi Hang didn't wear a school uniform. His upper body was a black sweater with a fit between slim and loose, making him extraordinarily handsome.

Yi Huai tensed up involuntarily, for fear that he would behave inappropriately under the gaze of the whole class.

Qi Hang didn't seem to have that many thoughts. He walked up to the podium calmly, put the neat chalk in the chalk box for use, and went to get the half in Yi Huai's hand.

"Are you going to write Fenjiao Jidun?" Qi Hang asked straight away.

Yi Huai nodded unsteadily.

Qi Hang let out a breathy laugh through his nose, turned his side lightly, blocking the sight of Wen He and the whole class, wrote four words in front of him, and then erased them with a beautiful and unrestrained expression. The handwriting demonstrated to Yi Huai the writing method of "burning paste following the sundial".

And Yi Huai saw clearly what the four words he wrote earlier were.

"Happy birthday."