Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The next day, Chi Qinghe woke up very early because he was thinking about something.

He fumbled around the bedside for a long time but couldn't find his watch. The last bit of sleepiness in his mind disappeared, and he climbed out of bed resignedly.

Turn on the small desk lamp and adjust it to the dimmest brightness.

It's not even five o'clock yet. When I open the curtains, it's dark outside.

He casually put on an autumn school uniform jacket and sat down on the chair quietly.

Due to an accident last night, I didn’t complete the knowledge points and test tasks. Anyway, I couldn’t sleep, so I moved the progress bar forward.

The original owner was similar to him, both of them were more inclined towards science, so the three subjects of physics, chemistry and biology that he chose were the most advantageous combination for him.

He likes the feeling of cold data colliding, and so far, mathematics is the subject in which he has recovered the fastest.

After roughly checking the answers, I had almost no problem with the basic questions, and the main focus was on improvement and advancement.

Just as he was sorting out the wrong questions and preparing to tackle all the difficult points on the test, he suddenly heard a rolling sound on his back, followed by a drowsy groan.

"It's time to get up... I'm so sleepy... I don't want to get up..."

Chi Qinghe quickly turned off the desk lamp.

The room fell into darkness again.

After my eyes adjusted, a few rays of light passed through the thick curtains, vaguely illuminating the spacious layout of the dormitory.

Just as he was about to say something, his roommate's breathing became long and regular again, and in the end he just shut up silently.

About two minutes later, the six o'clock wake-up bell rang.

Chi Qinghe could finally relax and change his clothes and wash up.

But when he tidied up his desk and was ready to go out, the person opposite him still didn't move.

Chi Qinghe carried his schoolbag in one hand and stared down at the half head that was exposed outside the quilt.

"Hey, get up, you're going to be late."

After waiting for about half a minute, the "emperor" slowly spoke.

"...Z's...catch...log...no..."

What he meant was, if he just slept for a while, wouldn't he sleep as soundly as a log?

"Okay, then you keep an eye on the time. I'll be leaving first."

Chi Qinghe hung his schoolbag on his right shoulder, fulfilled his last duty as a roommate, and without a pause, turned around and left.

The next time they met was when the first class was about to start.

Gong Huasui walked into the classroom yawning. Before he reached his desk, he saw a bunch of breakfast brought by little girls, and... his missing deskmate.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace. Several girls were about to talk to him, but he ignored them.

"I'm sorry about last night." As soon as he sat down, Gong Huasui turned to him and apologized nervously.

Receiving the other person's slightly puzzled look, take the initiative to explain.

"It was my first time living on campus, and I didn't expect the bed to be so hard. I tossed and turned countless times. I thought I heard you sighing at the time... Sorry, I didn't mean to."

I didn't expect that this person looks quite cynical, but his character is quite sincere.

It seems that he misjudged this person. This person is not someone who often takes leave. He should be a student who just transferred here yesterday.

As soon as I transferred here, the exam paper was circulated as a reference answer, which shows some strength.

"It must be a dream." Chi Qinghe shrugged and said indifferently.

Before turning back, he seemed to think of something and said, "You may not know this since you just arrived, but after getting up, we have to go to the playground for group morning exercise, and then go back to the classroom for another morning self-study session before we can eat."

"So I'm late?"

Chi Qinghe nodded, glanced at the clock on the blackboard in front of him, and said casually, "To be precise, you are one hour and forty-two minutes late. You still have eight minutes for breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, the corridor, which had finally returned to peace, suddenly began to ring with "bang bang bang".

Then, the door of Class 3-5 of Senior High School was slammed!

Song Xulin leaned against the door, holding his waist and breathing heavily, cursing intermittently.

Before his butt even touched the stool, he instinctively turned back and complained to Chi Qinghe.

"You have no idea what I went through so early in the morning! I nearly had a heart attack! When I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw a smiling face! Just one centimeter away from me! Almost touching my face!"

Until now, Song Xulin is still frightened and keeps patting his chest.

Chi Qinghe handed over the breakfast on the table and said, "It's a bit cold. Come earlier next time."

"I'm still like this, I can't change it."

Song Xulin took a big sip of soy milk, and his eye caught a glimpse of the pile of breakfast on the transfer student's desk. His tone suddenly became teasing.

"Country bumpkin, from today on, your place will be bustling with activity. You'll even have a male Buddha statue enshrined here."

Gong Huasui kept smiling, perhaps because he couldn't hear the sarcasm in the other person's words, so he took the initiative to push the breakfast on his table over.

"If Qinghe bought too little for you, I still have more."

Chi Qinghe paused for a moment.

Why does this sound so awkward?

Song Xulin paused chewing for a moment. "What did you call him? Qinghe?"

He stared at Chi Qinghe and blurted out, "You two have only slept together for one night, and you're already so close?! What do you mean you bought too little? He still has some, and I'm the only one who's an outsider, right?"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, loud enough for the students around him to hear.

For a moment, the gazes directed at the three people were mixed with some unspeakable meaning.

Chi Qinghe didn't care and was reading the textbook very seriously throughout the whole process.

Not to mention Gong Huasui, whose expression was even calmer than Chi Qinghe's. But Song Xulin was furious and stood up with his hands slamming on the table.

"What are you looking at? You can get full marks on the test, right?"

Song Xulin has always had a bad reputation, and with his height of over 1.8 meters, he is quite oppressive when he stands up.

The noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed as if sparks of gunpowder would appear at any second.

"Song Xulin, you're late again and bullying your classmates. After this class, come to the Academic Affairs Office!"

Suddenly, a shiny half-boiled egg appeared outside the glass window. Looking down, I saw thick eyebrows, black-framed glasses, mung-bean eyes, and a small bucktoothed face...

Dean of Studies!

Suddenly, more heads hung down in the class.

Compared to their reservedness, Song Xulin was very relaxed and could even joke with the dean easily.

"Yuzi, we met several times in the past few days. If I go to see you today, I think we are too close and it is not appropriate."

The principal’s full name is Tang Haiyu, and his office colleagues usually call him “Brother Tang” or “Teacher Tang”.

Only Song Xulin, this sly kid, dares to call him that.

Don't think he doesn't know. Ever since the nickname "Yuzi" became known, he has heard students call him that behind his back more than once.

"Stop talking nonsense. I haven't come to terms with you for sleeping in the dorm yet."

The dean looked at the new students in Class 3-5 again, and his sullen expression immediately softened a lot, as if the fog had cleared and the light had come out. Even his tone became gentle.

"Hua Sui, come over with Song Xulin later. I want to talk to you about the class change."