Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

At the end of lunch break, there will be a bell to remind you to get up. It sounds ding-dong, very cheerful and soft.

Chi Qinghe didn't know when he fell asleep. He only knew that when he woke up, he was covered with a school uniform jacket with three or two yellow maple leaves on it.

There's no scent of lavender and lemon leaf, not that person's.

Thinking of this, he felt that he was crazy. He lowered his eyes and smiled, but the smile looked bitter no matter how he looked at it.

He looked around but couldn't find the owner of the coat, so he had to unfold the school uniform.

The school uniform is large and loose, and it is clean, like new.

He searched his pockets again and found nothing.

Just as he was worrying about how to return the clothes, his eyes fell on a pair of very small words on the cuffs -

The most handsome boy in the affiliated middle school!

Chi Qinghe grabbed the school uniform fabric, shook his head and chuckled.

"Song Xulin."

The autumn wind was still blowing, the bell in the horn was still ringing, and Chi Qinghe walked towards the exit, stepping on the rustling fallen leaves.

Unlike the bustling scene when they arrived, the crowds on the swings, stone benches, and wooden chairs had long since dispersed, leaving only a sleepy-eyed "school bully".

Boys of this age always feel that they can do anything, so even if they are only wearing a black sleeveless shirt, some of them swear that they will not catch a cold.

Of course, it would be more believable if he hadn't sneezed twice in a row and shivered with his arms around himself.

"That's good now. I don't have a cold, but you do." Chi Qinghe handed the school uniform back.

Autumn in Jiangjing is as fleeting as spring. After wearing long sleeves for just a few days, my hands and feet are cold and I feel like I need to put on a down jacket.

"Who said I had a cold? My nose just itched!"

No matter what you say, he gets dressed faster than anyone else.

He rubbed his nose, glanced at Chi Qinghe's face from time to time, and his tone was a little awkward.

"I'm hungry."

"Didn't you have lunch?"

"……forget."

Hearing this, the smile in Chi Qinghe's eyes deepened, "You followed me, so you forgot?"

"Who said I was stalking? I just happened to be on the same route."

Song Xulin grinned.

"And you're so bold! You even dared to enter the school computer room. If you get caught by the guards, you'll be sent to the police station for a day!"

Chi Qinghe just said tracking casually, but he didn't expect that this person actually did it.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry at his own lack of vigilance or at Song Xulin's big mouth.

Seeing Chi Qinghe walking in the opposite direction of the cafeteria, Song Xulin shouted, "Hey! Aren't you going to eat? Why are you heading to the girls' dormitory again?"

"Wait for someone, I'll take you to find something to eat later."

Chi Qinghe stood at the door of the girls' dormitory, waiting quietly for someone, while Song Xulin stayed beside him, not saying a word, but his eyes would fall on his face from time to time.

Especially the chin and hairline.

The idea of ​​a "human skin mask" just wouldn't come to mind.

Perhaps it was because that gaze was too hot, Chi Qinghe was helpless and called out his name again and again.

"Song Xulin."

Feeling guilty after being caught, Song Xulin raised his voice significantly, "What are you doing?"

"You can't drink much, so don't drink anymore. It's bad for your health."

In addition to the harm to the body, there is one more thing, the most important one -

This person tends to have wild thoughts when drunk, and likes to treat all kinds of nonsensical imaginations as reality.

For example, now, I keep staring at his face, and I am almost about to tear off the so-called human skin mask.

Song Xulin muttered softly, "It's all because of you..."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as he mentioned it he would remember the scene of him vomiting in the KTV box last Saturday, and his head feeling like it was about to explode when he woke up the next day.

What kind of foreign liquor is Zhou Ye mixing with? It’s so strong!

Chi Qinghe saw the dark circles under the boy's eyes and warned him, "Also, get some rest and don't stay up late."

Song Xulin was very touched by this inexplicable concern, and his sense of familiarity with Chi Qinghe became stronger.

"I want to rest well, but I'm too hungry to sleep... If someone is willing to prepare some midnight snacks for me, I..."

Chi Qinghe curled his lips and said, "I'll bring it to you, every day."

Song Xulin was excited. "Then Qianqian, please have pudding, soufflé, double-skin milk, matcha cookies, and toffee..."

He ordered a bunch of sweets, almost all of which were the sweets he had previously searched from Gong Huasui's bag. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with the chef of the Gong family.

It’s a pity that those people are so famous that he can’t invite them for the time being.

However, it is still possible to buy an hour and ask them to prepare a meal specifically for Song Xulin.

"I'll remember it and bring it to you tomorrow morning."

After hearing this, Song Xulin was so happy that he set off fireworks in his heart.

When he turned around and wanted to give his good brother a friendly elbow, he was caught off guard by the sadness between Chi Qinghe's eyebrows that he had not yet concealed.

The smile on his lips froze instantly. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. He subconsciously felt that Chi Qinghe didn't want him to worry, as if...

Forcing myself to be happy...

Why force it?

Although he doesn't know how to comfort people, at least he has a mouth, so he can say a few words to tell them to stop crying.

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell me, I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Xulin's mouth started to chatter awkwardly, and he felt that he was being extremely pretentious.

Okay, I overestimated myself.

Chi Qinghe didn't expect that his emotions had gotten out of control to this extent. Even Song Xulin, who was a thick-skinned man, noticed that something was wrong.

He curled up the corners of his mouth reflexively and whispered, "Are you comforting me?"

Two seconds later, Song Xulin turned his head, pointed his red earlobe at Chi Qinghe, and uttered a dry "hmm".

Chi Qinghe hid all his emotions again, lowered his eyes and twirled his fingertips.

"I've been fine all the time. But you, are you happy lately?"

Song Xulin felt Chi Qinghe staring at the back of his head, and his heart started to tremble. He turned his head back and spoke in a heavier tone.

"What are you happy about? Who can be happy at school? Anyone can read this damn book if they want!"

"But you did great, didn't you? Now you're in the top 300 in the school."

"I am a very talented young man, what do you know!" Song Xulin snorted arrogantly.

"Well, I've always known that you're smart and excellent...but I still have to say thank you for your hard work."

This sentence almost revealed his identity. Song Xulin may have heard it, or he may not have.

Anyway, the wind was so strong that it blew out the tears of a certain young master.

Song Xulin turned his face away and wiped away his tears while no one around him was paying attention.

"Chi Qinghe, you're crazy. You made a nice sentence sound so stupid!"

"Oh, I won't talk about it anymore."

The air was quiet again. Chi Qinghe waited slowly. When he counted to five, a very soft whisper came from beside him.

"You really won't say anything? At least give me a few more compliments... It's too perfunctory..."