Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The students were on vacation, and the fallen leaves on the campus avenue had not been cleaned for several days. With every step you took, you could hear the sound of dry leaves crackling.

But the limp was laborious, and he inevitably dragged dead leaves along with him as he walked.

Unusual sounds always attract people's special attention.

"Classmate, do you need help?"

"Are you okay? Do you want me to help you?"

As expected of being the most popular person in the school, people soon recognized him and came forward to express their concern for him. Some of them were superficial, while others were... very intimate, silently indicating the unusual relationship between the two.

"Did you fall? Does it hurt? Don't go to the classroom yet. Go to the infirmary."

"How can you be so careless! I'll apply medicine to you later."

"Mr. Gong Huasui is wearing a mask. Is his cold serious? I have medicine..."

Chi Qinghe already knew the answer, so when he heard the familiar name, he didn't react much. He just quietly quickened his pace and left the noisy place.

The scent of lemon leaves and lavender in the air is so faint that it would be blown away and disappear completely if the wind were stronger.

But the strange thing was that even though there was no movement behind him, the scarf completely covered the lower half of the face, and the familiar fragrance was still lingering at the tip of Chi Qinghe's nose.

Clean and quiet, like gusts of south wind carrying flower petals... He had always loved it.

"Gong Huasui!"

Suddenly, a surprised cry came from my ear.

Zhou Ye ran over from the shaded path on the side and slapped Chi Qinghe on the shoulder.

"Tell you..."

He tilted his head and met Chi Qinghe's deep, dark pupils.

In an instant, all the hairs on my body stood up and my mouth was so scared that it became inoperable.

"Ahem...ah...ah...Hi~Chi Qinghe, you came really early today..."

As soon as the words fell, someone ran past them in a panic, muttering non-stop.

"It's over, it's 7:56, we're going to be late!"

Zhou Ye tapped his toes on the ground in embarrassment after hearing this.

You are not a big sister, so if you are late, then you are late. Why does it have a time-telling function!

"Is something wrong?"

Apart from a slightly nasal tone, Chi Qinghe's voice sounded no different from usual. It was very gentle and pleasant to the ear, but Zhou Ye just felt it was chilling.

"Uh, that is..."

Zhou Ye laughed and looked around, anxiously trying to find other people.

He remembered Song Xulin's instructions and treated Chi Qinghe like tofu for the next two days. He was not allowed to touch or scold him, let alone do heavy work like moving books.

Otherwise, either the tofu will break or he will break.

Smashed to pieces by Song Xulin, that lousy devil...

When Zhou Ye saw Gong Huasui struggling to squeeze out of the crowd not far away, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior.

"Gong Huasui! Quick! Over here!"

When he shouted this, his hand subconsciously pointed at Chi Qinghe.

Gong Huasui thought Qinghe let him pass, and he suddenly became like a lit star, so dazzling that he didn't care about the pain in his legs, and started running with a jump.

What came before the rapid breathing was a familiar fragrance that suddenly became stronger.

Unfortunately, it's mixed with other perfumes.

Chi Qinghe frowned reflexively, pretending not to see the boy's excited yet cautious eyes, "I'm leaving first, you guys get busy."

"Okay, okay, it's windy here, go back to the classroom and sit down."

Zhou Ye waved at Chi Qinghe's back with a relieved look. When he turned around to ask Gong Huasui to help move the books, he happened to see the boy's brows suddenly dim.

Zhou Ye: “?”

This expression... what a pity.

He patted Gong Huasui's shoulder in understanding.

"Don't worry, I'm the best at sharing everything equally. Next time I'll ask him to move the books! Neither of you will suffer any loss, and neither of you will have to do more work. How's that? Now you feel balanced, right?"

Gong Huasui: “…”

After a moment of silence, Zhou Ye realized that he had guessed wrong. He scratched his face and changed the subject stiffly.

"Haha, I was just worrying about how to move those ancestors back home, and it's just right that you're here, please lend a hand."

He pointed at the books piled up like a mountain under the billboard in the distance and took two steps forward.

Then he took two more steps.

I didn't hear any sound of following.

He slowly moved back and considered, "Or... should I find someone else?"

Gong Huasui's breathing was still a little disordered, "No, I can do it, but..." He needed to slow down for a while.

Before he could finish the last four words, Zhou Ye immediately clapped his hands and cheered, pulling him forward, fearing that the coolie would run away again.

Gong Huasui ran over here gritting his teeth. His legs were stiff with pain and he had almost exhausted all his strength to stand.

Zhou Ye's sudden pull broke his balance. If there hadn't been a stone bench next to him to support him, he would have fallen.

What was even worse was that Zhou Ye, the loudmouth, didn't notice at all and was still dragging him forward, complaining non-stop.

"After this three-choice exam, the only two subjects left are Chinese and math! There are reference books and exercise books, it will take forever... Hey! ... Hey!"

Zhou Ye's complaints were interrupted. He only heard a slightly hoarse voice saying "I'll do it" in his ears, and then he was pulled away by Chi Qinghe who suddenly appeared, leaving him standing there alone.

Gong Huasui stared blankly at the backs of the two people leaving together, until his eyes could no longer bear it and blinked quickly.

There was still a trace of warmth on the back of his hand from being touched. He began to caress it unconsciously, then gently wrapped his hand around it, tighter and tighter, the meaning of retaining it becoming stronger and stronger, until it was airtight, until a tear fell unexpectedly, exploding a splash on the back of his hand...

"Qinghe..."

I am sorry.