Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The next day, Chi Qinghe walked slowly on the campus path, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder and holding a brown paper bag in his arms.

A few students passing by were discussing the incident of the police car parked at the school gate yesterday.

"Have you heard? There was a girl in the first grade of high school who was arrested for robbery and was taken away by the police."

"I know. They were said to be a pair of jewel earrings that were bought at an auction for over 500,000 yuan. How dare she snatch such an expensive item? Will she end up in jail for the rest of her life?"

"Since they are still minors, it's hard to say. I think they will probably forgive each other privately."

"Forgive? How is that even possible? The girl whose things were robbed had bruises all over her back. How could she choose to reconcile?!"

"What's even more disgusting is that even after all this, the homeroom teacher is still helping to cover it up, saying there's no bullying. I'm sick of it."

"Then the class teacher must have a problem with his character. How did he get into Huayang?"

"Who knows, but he definitely won't stay long. He skipped Yuzi and was called away by the principal for a talk..."

Chi Qinghe suppressed the anger in his eyes, walked past them with long legs and an expressionless face.

The classroom was still bustling with discussions everywhere.

But this time they didn't talk about homework exercises.

Even a key class like Class 1 could not resist its gossipy nature and recounted the "Gao Yijiu Incident" in vivid detail.

Gong Huasui was also quite interested in watching this. After all, he was also a "victim" because the girl was caught and he was unable to fulfill the Zither Garden agreement and was stood up.

Thinking of this, Chi Qinghe forced a smile, and when he looked away, he missed the look Gong Huasui gave him.

He put his schoolbag on the chair, but before he could sit down, someone knocked on the window on the left from outside.

Song Xulin didn't know when he came, his eyes staring at the brown paper bag in his arms.

Chi Qinghe opened the window and handed over the bag full of desserts.

"Have you had breakfast?"

Song Xulin took it happily and said, "Just stuff it in there. You've been waiting for me for a long time."

Before I opened the package, I could smell the sweet aroma of milk and butter. If I felt it carefully, it seemed that there was a warm breath passing through the paper bag to my palm.

He got even more excited, "Just made it?!"

"Probably." Chi Qinghe said with a smile.

In the early morning, the petals that fell on the ground had not yet been swept away, and one or two were blown up by the wind and got stuck in the boy's hair.

Chi Qinghe helped Song Xulin remove the petals and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me. I'll be here at noon."

"Why are you being so polite? Can I still let you have some free time?"

Song Xulin quickly stuffed a cookie into his mouth and was about to sigh, "It's just freshly made, it's delicious," but he caught a glimpse of another cookie out of the corner of his eye.

"Cookies? Why are you glaring at me? I didn't steal yours this time."

Gong Huasui turned his head back in anger, holding the pen and tapping on the draft paper. Every strand of hair that stood up told others -

He was angry.

Song Xulin was puzzled. "What's wrong with him? Is he angry just because I didn't take his snacks?"

"He's been in a bit of a bad mood lately, but it might be fine after a while." Chi Qinghe lowered his eyelashes and said calmly.

Song Xulin didn't notice anything was wrong with Chi Qinghe and shrugged, "Only you can stand him."

He yawned and said, "You comfort him well, I'll go back to catch up on my sleep."

After saying that, he left with the snacks, and Chi Qinghe closed the window.

Then I hand in my homework, put away my schoolbag, tidy up my desk, and sleep on the desk.

He ignored Gong Huasui the whole time, let alone tried to comfort her.

Gong Huasui had never been humiliated like this before. When the young master got angry, there was no point in talking or reconciling.

He shoved the candy pudding gift box on the table back into his schoolbag, turned his head away, and ignored the person next to him.

Half asleep and half awake, Chi Qinghe heard a muffled "dong" sound coming from Gong Huasui.

In the past, he would have stood up and checked immediately, but now, he had neither the mind nor the energy to care.

He had stayed up all night again last night, and the failure of the mission again made the string in his head more and more tense, even to the point of suspecting that he was crazy.

The heroine is worthy of being the heroine. She has planned carefully and arranged no less than ten "accidents", but Chen Qiqing is always protected by the plot and escapes danger again and again!

There was such a huge fire last night that the house almost collapsed, but Chen Qiqing didn't even get a scratch!

Such a result is undoubtedly a challenge to his common sense and principles.

He would often wake up in his dreams at midnight and make ridiculous self-deprecating remarks, saying that even if he put a gun to Chen Qiqing's forehead with his own hands one day, this woman would not die, but would most likely kill herself.

The plot... is really disgusting.

……

There are still many girls who come to chat with Gong Huasui every day and give him love letters.

Occasionally, Gong Huasui would take it and then politely say thank you.

Occasionally, we would go out for dinner or a walk as planned, but every time, the plans would be ruined for some unknown reason.

Chi Qinghe, probably because Sui Sui cried and begged him "not to be with others", also restrained his thoughts and tried to challenge Gong Huasui in other aspects.

They cared about grades, sports, competitions... and everything. They would quarrel from time to time, and gradually, the reputation of the two of them changed.

From good brothers, they turned into sworn enemies who fought each other as soon as they met.

Song Xu, Lin Liuxi and the other three had thought about asking the two to mediate.

But after trying, not only did they not let go of their prejudices, they also strangely escalated the conflict again!

They left for a while to give the two of them some space to speak their true feelings, but within three minutes, Chi Qinghe actually picked up the milk tea on the table and poured it on Gong Huasui's head!

Later, if Song Xulin and Zhou Ye hadn't stopped one each, the two would have started fighting in the milk tea shop.

After this incident, Song Xulin and the other three became much more cautious.

Since Chi Qinghe and Gong Huasui feel uncomfortable when they see each other's faces, wouldn't it be better if they couldn't see them?

So this time, they escaped from the room!

It was pitch black and they couldn't see anything. They just didn't believe that these two mortal enemies could still fight!

They chose a newly opened store. The owner was very young and looked like he had just graduated from college. When he saw Chi Qinghe standing at the door waiting for someone, he took the initiative to greet him and invite him in to sit down.

The boss enthusiastically brought Chi Qinghe a bottle of hot coffee and sat across from him with a booklet in hand. "How many people are there in total?"

"Six, maybe five."

The boss nodded, then took the brochure and patiently introduced the escape room project to him.

Chi Qinghe listened and nodded in agreement, holding the coffee in his hand. The slightly hot temperature quickly dissipated most of the coldness in his fingers.

It hadn't snowed in Jiangjing in December, but the air was colder than the snow, penetrating deep into the bones.

At first, Chi Qinghe was not a person who was afraid of the cold.

But perhaps because he had stayed in the undercurrent for too long, he became particularly afraid of the cold.

It wasn't very obvious in the fall, but now that winter has arrived, he can't wait to cover his entire face with a scarf.

The boss was explaining on the surface, but he was secretly paying attention to Chi Qinghe's actions. Seeing that he was holding the drink as a hand warmer and not drinking it, he kindly replaced it with a new bottle.

"This is hot. You can keep warm by holding it."

"Thank you."

Chi Qinghe freed the lower half of his face from the scarf, raised his head and smiled politely at the boss.

The boss came to his senses, touched the back of his neck and smiled back.

"The customer is God."