Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

In front of the bulletin board.

Zhou Ye behaved very strangely, his eyes darting around warily, and he became extremely nervous at the slightest movement, like a traitor who was selling out information.

"Who are you looking for?" Chi Qinghe untied his scarf.

"No, no, no! Don't show your face, just wear it like this!" Zhou Ye hurried forward to stop Chi Qinghe, and wrapped the scarf back around him.

"Why?" Chi Qinghe asked puzzledly.

"This... it's cold outside, you... just wear it!" Zhou Ye touched his nose, looked up and down, but didn't dare to look at Chi Qinghe.

This nervous look was exactly the same as Song Xulin's. Chi Qinghe guessed what was going on and nodded in agreement.

He walked half a circle along the pile of books and went behind the bulletin board. After confirming the approximate number of books, he was about to ask Zhou Ye if he had a cart, but his eyes suddenly met a pair of fierce-looking big brown eyes!

In an instant, his throat seemed to be hit by something, and he couldn't make a sound...

The affiliated high school covers a large area, and the propaganda boards are not placed in a unified manner, but are scattered throughout the campus according to categories.

The area in front of you, because it is close to the teaching building, displays awards won by outstanding students in various international competitions. The awards are so valuable that they can be directly admitted as exceptions.

Gong Huasui, who occupies a large area of ​​the page, is enough to show how terrifying his strength is.

Sometimes, he stood alone on the podium, letting the ribbons symbolizing success fall on his shoulders.

Sometimes, he was surrounded by a group of foreigners of different skin colors and thrown into the air with cheers.

Sometimes, he would sit among a group of middle-aged and elderly people with unfriendly expressions, holding his trophy high in a reserved and reserved manner.

In various grand events, he always seems to be the focus and the spiritual leader of the team.

The only thing that changed was the state facing the media cameras.

At first, his brows were furrowed, his mouth was tight, and when he looked at the camera, his eyes were alert and fierce, and it was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

But because he was young at the time, with rosy lips and white teeth and a bit of baby fat on his face, his ferocity had a sense of bluffing, making him look particularly cute.

Later, when I grew up, I learned how to hide my emotions and would look at the camera with a smile, but the wariness in my eyes could not be concealed.

Then came the news headlines of the past few days——

The young master of the Gong family, a graduate from a wealthy family, the best in Huayang...

The photos were well taken and seemed to have made it onto the entertainment charts.

Zhou Ye had also come around to the back at some point and exclaimed, "Oh my god! I never could have guessed Gong Huasui was so awesome! He started competing at the age of eight!"

The lines of introductions in both Chinese and English seemed endless, and he was dazzled.

After finally finding the end, I saw three ants lying neatly on it?

Why are there ants?

Zhou Ye blinked hard, leaned close to the glass, and finally saw the three small words clearly at the cost of cross-eyes.

“Edited by Esther…”

Zhou Ye repeated Esther several times, "This name sounds familiar, who is it?"

"Gong Shimu." Chi Qinghe moved his fingers away unnoticeably, revealing the pretty face that looked fierce and aggressive in the photo.

Zhou Ye commented with a click of his tongue.

"No wonder I have a brother-obsessed vibe."

Seeing Chi Qinghe still looking, he walked to the front of the bulletin board.

This is the page that all students in the school pay the most attention to. All the test subjects and photos of the top three students in total score are posted here.

Zhou Ye was not surprised to see that several photos were missing.

He opened the glass with ease and tore off Gong Huasui's photo. He caught a glimpse of the hearts drawn on the back of the photo and raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He then tore off the photo of someone who was ranked first in the school in the same way.

“Yoho——”

"what happened?"

Chi Qinghe walked over, looked at the two pieces of paper with hearts drawn on them in the boy's palm, then looked at the almost blank photo wall in the glass frame, with helplessness on his face.

"Stop making trouble. Aren't you going to move the books?"

Zhou Ye stuffed the photo into his pocket and winked at Chi Qinghe.

"What's the fuss? Don't you want to know... who is more popular between the two of you?"

He gestured to Chi Qinghe to look at the bulletin board.

"Do you usually just look at the grades section? You haven't looked elsewhere, have you? Did you know there's a topic on our campus forum called 'The fewer photos, the better'?"

"These missing photos...are now kept privately by young boys and girls~"

Chi Qinghe looked at Zhou Ye's obscene smile and said nothing. He just smiled and shook his head, then continued the original topic.

“Is there a cart?”

……

The first class is mathematics, taught by our homeroom teacher Cao Yu.

As usual, she went into the classroom early to supervise the students' studies.

Seeing that it was almost time for class and Chi Qinghe had not arrived yet, a little worry arose in my heart.

She deliberately came down from the podium and asked her deskmate in a low voice.

Gong Huasui stopped flipping through the book, tilted his head back and arched his eyebrows towards his head teacher.

"Teacher, Qinghe is here. He is helping me move the books."

Help...him move books?

If I remember correctly, she sent Zhou Ye alone to move the books.

It’s to help Zhou Ye move.

Cao Yu's gaze swept across the mask on the boy's face, staring fixedly at the other's pale skin that had no blood in it, and his tone softened unconsciously.

"Your brother called me this morning and told me to be patient if you feel unwell. Rest is as important as studying."

"My brother?" Gong Huasui asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, he called me on time. He also said he had something important to investigate and couldn't return home anytime soon. He asked you to take good care of yourself and not make the old man angry... If you need anything, please talk to his assistant. I think his name is Zhongli."

Gong Shimu said a lot more afterwards, speaking quickly and urgently. Cao Yu wanted to record it, but he wouldn't let her. She had no choice but to pick out what she remembered and tell it to Gong Huasui.

"I remember it, thank you teacher."

Cao Yu nodded. "Well, take care of yourself. If you feel unwell, tell me, or tell Chi Qinghe and ask him to come to me."

After saying that, he returned to the podium and continued to review the lesson plan.

Gong Huasui repeatedly thought about what Gong Shimu had told him, and he had already made up his mind.

He slowly raised his hand and touched his right cheek through the thin cotton gauze.

When I pressed down, I felt a dense stinging pain. Although the wound had scabbed over, it was obvious that the flesh inside had not grown well.

so slow……

His face was full of disappointment and he lost interest in reading.

As soon as he closed the book, the pen on the side of the table was accidentally swept to the ground. He subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but as soon as he bent down, his whole body froze uncontrollably.

Because of the pain, his body trembled uncontrollably.

His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cold sweat and blood seemed to mix together, soaking his entire back.

Just as he was thinking of gritting his teeth and picking up the pen in a breath, a white and slender hand suddenly appeared in his sight.

Then, the black pen body was picked up by beautiful fingertips, turned around in the palm of the hand, and then placed on the table with a thud.

"Your pen." Chi Qinghe said coldly.

Along with the three words, Chi Qinghe’s schoolbag was also thrown away.

He didn't even look at Gong Huasui. After tidying up the things on the seat, he left.

Gong Huasui covered his pounding heart and followed the young man greedily.

Qinghe still felt sorry for him.

very nice.

"There's more information than I imagined..."

Cao Yu looked at the pile of books on the cart with a headache, and found two pairs of scissors and handed them to Zhou Ye and Chi Qinghe.

"Send it out first, hurry up and try to finish it before the second period starts."

She stood up and clapped her hands, and the class became quiet instantly.

"Books will be distributed soon. Please help the last few tables. If you have too many or too few, please find another group to share the books. You are allowed to move around. If you are not at your table or have asked to leave, your deskmate can help you get an extra copy. Do you understand?"

"Understood." The people below shouted in unison.

Cao Yu nodded with satisfaction and gestured to the two people beside him.

"You guys continue."

The happiness of student days is always so easy and direct.

Originally, the students' faces were full of resentment because of returning to school, but when they heard that they didn't have to attend classes, the whole classroom suddenly exploded with noise and laughter.

Probably influenced by the cheerful atmosphere, Chi Qinghe inevitably curled the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Ye nudged him with his elbow and said, "Take off your scarf. You'll be so hot after distributing so many books."

The heating is on in the classroom and it’s not cold at all.

Chi Qinghe took off her scarf and walked towards her seat.

"Qinghe, give it to me." Gong Huasui stretched out his hand and smiled at him obediently and attentively.

"Need not."

Chi Qinghe walked straight past him, stuffed the scarf into the table, and left without stopping.

Gong Huasui couldn't get a word in the whole time. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't sad, but he seemed to be very good at coaxing himself?

Qinghe was worried about him...that's why he didn't let him carry heavy objects...