Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui returned to the classroom. The two looked at each other for two seconds and then tacitly looked away.

Zhou Ye really wanted to know what the two had done, but Chi Qinghe was too tight-lipped and he couldn't get anything out of him.

So, he came over to Gong Huasui, glanced up and down, and saw no signs of injury from fighting, and the biggest stone in his heart was put down.

He asked, "You guys just went out, did anything happen?"

"It's nothing, just a dispute and a fight was about to break out." Gong Huasui said lightly.

Zhou Ye and his classmates who heard this all exclaimed in surprise and disbelief.

Gong Huasui shrugged nonchalantly, stretched out his long legs, and walked to the back of the classroom.

Zhou Ye looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

In his impression, although these two people disliked each other, they were both sensible and would never escalate to the point of physical violence.

But now——

He openly dragged someone out of the classroom again, as if he wanted to challenge him to a duel.

He looked nonchalant again and told the fact that he was almost beaten.

The relationship seems to be getting worse.

But when they were playing in the escape room two days ago, these two people were very close.

Just stand shoulder to shoulder.

Gong Huasui went into the small door to do a solo mission, and Chi Qinghe almost had the word worry written on his face.

Then they disappeared together...

The more Zhou Ye thought about it, the more his brain became inadequate.

Just at this moment, the bell rang. He could only temporarily restrain his determination to get to the bottom of the matter and return to his seat to attend class.

This class was taught by the homeroom teacher Cao Yu. As soon as he got on the podium, he didn't say anything nonsense, shook the test paper in his hand and started to give the answers.

The elective exams for physics, chemistry and biology and the college entrance exam for English are coming soon, and all teachers will cooperate with each other tacitly.

Especially teachers of the main subjects of Chinese and mathematics will not only reduce the amount of homework, but also try to reduce nonsense, speed up the teaching process, and then reserve more time for students to review.

Chi Qinghe has always had a talent for subjects related to numbers.

I turned the test paper to the back, but I couldn't make a single mark with the red pen in my hand. It just circled with my fingertips from beginning to end.

This situation continued until the last question without any change.

After Cao Yu reported the answer, he immediately looked to the right rear.

"How much is wrong?"

Upon hearing this, a group of students also looked back.

Chi Qinghe looked up: "Absolutely correct."

Gong Huasui lazily put down his hand that was supporting his head, "Same."

Even though this scene had appeared countless times, the students in Class 1 still couldn't help but gasp.

Especially when Cao Yu asked again if anyone in the class had answered all the questions correctly, and no one raised their hand, his pure impulse and admiration for the strong reached its peak.

The more capable a person is, the more he admires the strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that those who can appear in Class 1 of Huayang High School are all the best among the crowd and have the pride of being a genius.

But geniuses are also divided into levels, and people like Chi Qing and Gong Huasui are clearly at the top of the pyramid.

This test paper was not easy, but it was not so difficult that there was not even a third person who got all the answers right. She wanted to give the student a lecture, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

The first thing he did was to call out the class representative and ask him to explain the last multiple-choice question.

The class representative said he was wrong, and Cao Yu didn't waste time and called the student council member next.

"First, from the question, we can derive the following three conditions..."

The student council member is a girl. She speaks softly with a hint of Jiangnan melodies, which is very pleasant to the ear.

Chi Qinghe twirled his pen and focused his attention on the last multiple-choice question on the math test.

"You talk too much."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough to be covered by the soft explanation of the student council member, and it also happened to be a little leaked, so that Gong Huasui heard it.

Gong Huasui turned around and looked at him, touching the almost invisible pinch marks on his neck intriguingly.

"What did I say wrong? Didn't you just want to...domestic violence against me?"

Chi Qinghe frowned, turned his head and stared at him, his tone cautious and with a hint of warning.

"I'm not a woman, and you're not the one I like. Don't be shameless and come and be my mistress."

"Also, the word 'domestic violence' should never be said jokingly. Take some time to study your Chinese more thoroughly."

Even after being scolded, Gong Huasui was not angry. He just said "oh" and continued to listen to the class.

Chi Qinghe intuitively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it, so he could only suppress his thoughts and observe secretly.

Gong Huasui has been no different from usual these days. He still argues with others when he wants to, and he looks sarcastic and particularly deserves a beating. He is simply a naughty kid who lacked a bamboo stick in his childhood.

He gradually separated from the little green tea girl he loved, forming two completely different personalities...

Perhaps he had figured it out, and gradually he felt nothing when faced with Gong Huasui's occasional sarcasm.

After all, this person is not Sui Sui. At most, he can be regarded as a "parasitic soul" sharing a body, or another personality under the control of the plot.

The only thing that could move him was that he used Sui Sui's body to pick up girls.

He has little compassion and no sense of morality.

Every time this person goes to make tea, he ruins it.

Going back and forth, apart from being a bit troublesome and hindering his studies, can occasionally be considered an interesting exercise for digesting food after a meal.

It's just that someone seems to particularly like jumping around in his minefield.

Because that day, he saw this person receive a love letter from a cute little boy...

It was lunchtime and he had just returned from running in the playground. When he saw this scene, his body temperature and blood, which had rarely warmed up, were once again irrigated by the ice chips, freezing him to the point of freezing in place.

Three seconds later, he regained control of his body.

He turned his head away, deliberately missing the teasing look that Gong Huasui "accidentally" gave him. After a few breaths, he had suppressed his leaked emotions.

It was also at this time that the skin exposed to the cold wind began to feel the biting chill.

The winter sun seems unable to withstand the wind. A slight blow makes me shiver all over with cold.

Chi Qinghe tried his best to control his body's trembling and walked calmly past the two people, but his ears, which were white with cold, could not obey him and heard every word of Gong Huasui's smiling answer.

He said, "Thank you, I'll think about it."

Well, the wind is getting colder.

The hands in his pockets gradually tightened. For a moment, he wanted to disregard everything and lock Gong Huasui up forever, making him belong to him completely.

But it was only a moment, emotion and impulse could never outweigh reason.

He quickened his pace, picked up his down jacket and scarf from the bench, put them on while walking out, clearly intending to be a passerby.

But someone just didn't want to let him go.

The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer. Gong Huasui casually stuffed the little boy's love letter into his pocket, ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What did you say? About your attraction to both men and women?" Chi Qinghe didn't even bother to look at him.

Gong Huasui said softly, "You know what I mean."

Chi Qinghe paused and turned to look at him.

There was a smile on his face, but the words he spoke were extremely cold.

"I thought I had made myself clear, but your ability to understand...seems...to be hidden in the sewer."

He buried his face in his scarf again.

"If you want to prove that you are gay by accepting a boy's confession, in a sense, you have succeeded."

"But unfortunately, I'm not gay."

Gong Huasui's smile froze, and he blurted out, "Impossible!"

He tightened his eyelids, took half a step forward, and got very close to Chi Qinghe, gritting his teeth.

"Didn't you say the guy was a guy? And the marks on your shoulders, weren't they also caused by him? How could you not be gay?"

Chi Qinghe raised his eyelids and stared straight into Gong Huasui's deep brown peach eyes.

It was as if she was seeing someone through him, and her smile was particularly bright.

"I like him, regardless of gender, as long as it's him."

After saying this, he quickly suppressed his smile, so quickly that Gong Huasui thought that the top-notch brilliance that was like the blooming of ice-blue fireworks at that moment was just a dream.

Gong Huasui couldn't help but recall the scene just now. He was rarely stunned. The dead silence in his heart began to surge with waves.

Chi Qinghe didn't want to accompany him in the cold wind anymore, and his tone became impatient.

"So, whether you're motivated by competitiveness or simply out of mischief, stop doing these mindless, meaningless things. My relationship with you will definitely, absolutely, 100%... not change."

Gong Huasui suddenly couldn't say the words that he had been thinking about for many times in his mind, and he smiled with difficulty.

"Your words...are too hurtful."

"Hurting? Not so bad. After all, you've told me about worse things."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Gong Huasui's eyes moved, as if there was a dark undercurrent rolling, and then his hands moved faster than his brain. When he reacted again, he had already grabbed Chi Qinghe's hand and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Chi Qinghe struggled in resistance, without any restraint in his strength, and was beaten so hard that his face turned pale.

"Qinghe...don't...it hurts..."

These words seemed to have some magic power, and the person in his arms stopped moving almost instantly.

Then about three seconds later, he felt a gentle pat on his back, which was very comforting and not at all like what Chi Qinghe would normally do to him.

"Sui Sui..."

Hearing Chi Qinghe's surprised and excited voice, Gong Huasui's Adam's apple rolled. He must have guessed something and hummed softly.

He reached out and hugged Chi Qinghe. The embrace was a little awkward and a little impatient.

He remembered the name of the folder in his private space—

qhqq.

Qinghe kiss.

He raised the corners of his lips, tilted his head slightly, pressed his thin lips against Chi Qinghe's cold earlobe, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Qinghe... kiss..."

"You can't distinguish between front and back nasal sounds."

Chi Qinghe blinked and instinctively moved closer to the heat source, resting his head on Gong Huasui's neck, then took his hand and intertwined their fingers.

The intimate posture made Gong Huasui feel a little jealous for no reason.

"I split it."

Hearing this, Chi Qinghe raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put Gong Huasui's hand into his pocket, and said suggestively, "Go back to the dormitory?"

Gong Huasui's mind flashed with the scene of himself and Chi Qinghe sleeping in the same bed. His eyes darkened and he nodded without hesitation.

In order not to attract attention, he and Chi Qinghe walked to the dormitory at different times.

Gong Huasui sat at the desk, his face full of anticipation, and he would check the time every ten seconds.

It was not until another figure appeared through the half-open door that he pretended to be studying seriously, holding a pen and writing furiously on the blank draft paper.

Chi Qinghe calmly closed the door and locked it.

He smiled and walked slowly towards Gong Huasui, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Gong Huasui spread his legs and stretched out his hand towards Chi Qinghe, "I'm waiting for you."

The air conditioner above his head was blowing out hot air. Chi Qinghe took off his down jacket and scarf and placed them skillfully on the desk.

Gong Huasui felt ignored, so he dragged his chair over and put his arms around Chi Qinghe's waist. Like a large cat, he rubbed him again and again with his eyes narrowed, unable to hide the joy in his heart.

"Qinghe..."

"Ah."

Chi Qinghe had his back to him, his hands rummaging through Gong Huasui's desk, as if looking for something.

Gong Huasui noticed it and was about to ask when Chi Qinghe spoke.

"Where do you keep your candies?"

Gong Huasui didn't understand why Chi Qinghe was looking for candy, but he still bent down and opened the third drawer on the right side of the desk.

After rummaging through a pile of cookies and puddings, he finally pulled out a white tin box.

He broke it open and handed it over happily.

Chi Qinghe's fingertips fiddled among the colorful candy wrappers, and finally picked out the throat candy.

I opened the box and saw it was full of small brown round candies. I wasn't surprised. I picked up one, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in my mouth.

A cool feeling instantly swept over my entire head, and my consciousness became much clearer.

For him who was in winter, it was like pouring a bucket of cold water.

Chi Qinghe stretched out his long legs, half leaning on the desk behind him, lowering his eyes to look at the pair of curved peach blossom eyes, his heart calm.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the two of them remained silent.

One is waiting for her to admit it, the other is waiting for her to lower her head and kiss him...

No matter how stupid Gong Huasui was, he realized that something was wrong.

The smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and his expectations were dashed.

He snorted unwillingly, muttered that he liked him that much, then tore off his disguise and returned to his playful and casual nature.

"When was it discovered?"

Chi Qinghe's gaze fell on Gong Huasui's slightly narrowed eyes, and he said calmly, "I noticed it at first sight."

Gong Huasui pursed his lips, "First sight? Looks like I'll have to blindfold you in the future."

He stood up from his chair, put his hands in his pockets, and showed no sign of giving up his desire to steal her girl.

"He and I are one person. If you kiss me now, you are also kissing him. There is no need to separate them."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and was about to lift Chi Qinghe's chin and kiss him.

"Snapped--"

Chi Qinghe frowned and slapped Gong Huasui's hand away.

He didn't reduce his strength at all, and soon the porcelain-white back of Gong Huasui's hand was stained with a layer of powder.

Gong Huasui puckered his cheek, his dark brown eyes revealing his unhappiness.

"If you don't want to kiss or sleep with me, why did you come up with me?"

Chi Qinghe frowned in disgust, and the air pressure around him dropped even lower.

"If you dare to say something like that again, I'll pull out your tongue."

Gong Huasui was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Pulling out your tongue? Are you willing to do that?"

Chi Qinghe retorted.

"Of course I'm willing to do that for you."