Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

When evening self-study began, Chi Qinghe was woken up by Song Xulin.

"What's wrong with you today? Every time I see you, you're sleeping."

"I had some insomnia and woke up before five in the morning."

Hearing this, Song Xulin's eyes became even weirder. He moved his lips and made "hmm and ah" sounds for a long time before finally uttering a sentence.

"Your body is your own. Don't abuse it like this. Go to bed early and get up early for good health. If you really can't sleep, I'll buy you some sleeping pills."

Chi Qinghe was a little confused. "What's the use of this? What sleeping pills? I just didn't sleep well the previous day. I'm just sleepy."

Song Xulin scratched his head, unable to think of what to say. He glared at Chi Qinghe for no reason and then turned back.

Chi Qinghe stared at the boy's broad back and fell into deep thought.

Just then, the head teacher came in and knocked on the door, looking straight towards the back of the classroom.

"Chi Qinghe, bring your homework to my office."

Chi Qinghe withdrew his gaze and nodded in agreement.

The homework of senior high school students is all test papers, one or two for each subject. They are rolled up and held in the hand. They are not heavy, but they are really brain-consuming and time-consuming.

The original owner was among the top three in the school. He was called upon many times throughout the day to answer questions. The questions were quite difficult and were all for improvement and breakthrough.

In most cases, he can get away with it by using a little cleverness.

At worst, you can still get the answer almost right by relying on luck.

But these techniques are ineffective against living creatures.

This subject, which even nitpicks at the options in multiple-choice questions, sometimes really shouldn't be considered a science subject.

What kind of crazy teacher would, when giving out real exam questions, specifically pick out a sentence or two from every nook and cranny for testing?

And he did it secretly, just changing one or two words!

At that time, he compared the book with the question and looked at it for a full half minute before he realized that something was wrong...

Thinking of this, Chi Qinghe sighed and silently added the compulsory biology course to the pile of test papers.

He took two black pens with caps and tapped them in the pocket of his school uniform. After making sure that the two round babies were staying still, he stood up.

At this time, Song Xulin turned around again, looked at him, and seemed to be hesitant to speak, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

Seeing this, Chi Qinghe sat back and waited patiently for a while. When the other party remained silent, he took the initiative to break the silence.

"hungry?"

"You always ask me if I'm hungry. Do I look like a glutton with a big stomach and a rectum?" Song Xulin muttered to himself.

Chi Qinghe couldn't hear clearly, "Huh?"

"I just want to tell you, don't keep anything to yourself, it's not like you don't have brothers!"

It was probably the first time that he said such awkward words. Song Xulin's ears turned red, which was unusual for him. His eyes rolled around, looking everywhere but not at anyone.

Chi Qinghe tightened his grip on the test paper, but his tone was still questioning.

"Why are you acting weird today?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Song Xulin couldn't stand his own hypocritical look, so he pretended to cover up and raised his voice, bared his teeth at Chi Qinghe, and turned back angrily.

Even if he is meddling in other people's business!

Chi Qinghe stared at the back of the head that was a little frizzy and smiled faintly.

A child who likes to play the pancake-making game really doesn't have any bad intentions.

Song Xulin immediately threw out five red bills, said "Bring me breakfast" in a cool and arrogant manner, and then lay down on the desk again to catch up on his sleep.

This time, Chi Qinghe did not take the money immediately like he did last time.

His gaze fell forward.

The boy's shoulders were tense because of nervousness.

"……Thanks."

After saying this, Chi Qinghe looked away and walked towards the head teacher's office.

After more than twenty seconds, Song Xulin slowly raised his eyes from his elbow and looked towards the door.

There, the corner of the boy's black and white school uniform just disappeared.

He squinted his eyes for a long time before burying his head again.

"fool……"

……

The head teacher of Class 3-5 of Senior High School is Wang Xuesheng. He has an elegant name and looks, but his style of doing things is extremely tough.

When facing those naughty kids in the class, he had already mastered the skill of killing with a single glance.

He cast his eyes over with a swish of his hands, his eyes wide open, and with murderous intent, he could instantly make those disobedient people behave themselves.

When Chi Qinghe arrived at the office with his homework, Wang Xuesheng was still tidying up his desk, making room for someone to do their homework temporarily.

"Your dad has asked for leave for you. He won't be here for about half an hour. I still have evening self-study to take care of. Just do your homework here for a while. When the time is up, go downstairs by yourself."

After saying that, Wang Xuesheng picked up his notebook and walked out.

"Good teacher."

Chi Qinghe nodded in agreement, walked to the desk, and his expression froze for a moment.

This table is too messy.

The pen holder is upside down, the computer screen is dirty, and the computer keys are missing...

Test papers and drafts were mixed together and sandwiched in the pile of textbooks. Occasionally, one could catch a glimpse of half a piece of chalk, a disassembled compass, a bare pen refill, etc.

There is also a puddle of air-drying glue watermark next to the keyboard, which may have been accidentally spilled. There are several scratches on it made by a utility knife, which is enough to prove that I tried hard to "keep it clean" before.

In short, even for people who are not obsessed with mysophobia, seeing these things is an extremely terrible experience.

After hesitating for half a minute, Chi Qinghe finally gave up forcing himself and turned to walk towards the school gate.

He would rather go out and enjoy the cold wind than do his homework on a "bacteria petri dish".

……

As soon as I got home, the little potato chip 4011 ran out from somewhere and rushed to the scrap yard impatiently.

When he saw the two pink little parrots, he hummed happily several times.

Chi Qinghe didn't have time to care about it. He had been on the bus all the way and was very sleepy. He walked upstairs while rubbing his eyes.

"Lao Chi, I'm going to do my homework."

"Okay, Dad will go make you ginger milk now. You can drink it when you feel hungry later." Chi Yu put down the car keys and shouted towards the stairs.

"it is good."

The two little ones in the incubator heard the sound and chirped.

Chi Yu skillfully prepared the milk powder, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be wiped away.

My whole spirit and energy improved a lot after seeing my son.

I finally had some free time last night and had a chance to get some sleep.

But when I lay down on the bed, I saw the small tofu blocks folded by my son on the bed next to me. I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep well.

He couldn't help but wonder if his son would be bullied by his classmates because of his mother's affairs when he was alone at school, or be chased and called "murderer son", or even be taken to the bathroom and bullied.

I finally fell asleep, and in my dream I was in the amusement park when I was a child, and my son cried until his voice was hoarse because he couldn't find him.

That night, he woke up from his dreams countless times.

The cold sweat on my back from fear almost soaked my clothes, and my heart felt so depressed and uncomfortable, as if I had a serious illness.

He was used to being alone all his life, and didn't think it was a big deal when he was young.

As I grew older, I began to develop various health problems.

Sometimes he would sit on a bench in the hospital, watching his fellow patients, who were accompanied by their families, walk past him one by one.

These were just the most ordinary scenes, but they made him feel particularly lonely.

Because there is always a blank space beside him.

But fate took pity on him and his child returned to him, and life was different.

He has to try harder.

Because of his absence, Qinghe's life was harshly criticized and abused by that woman for eight years.

Whenever he thought about his children not having enough food to eat and not having warm clothes to wear, and having to endure the humiliation from that murderer in his own home, he felt so distressed that he wanted to slap himself hard!

Why can I be so careless?

Even if he had taken a look, his child would not have lived in such dire straits!

So, no matter what, he couldn't... and wouldn't allow... his child to compromise anymore.

You can't just stay at the scrap station, you have to take the initiative to go out.

As I was thinking, the ginger juice and buffalo milk in the bowl were almost solidified. I tried putting a spoon in it, and it didn't sink. I succeeded.

He picked up the small bowl and was about to give it to his son who was studying hard upstairs, but he saw a dark shadow swaying at the door, and he shouted at the top of his voice.

"Do you want to sell bottles or cardboard?"

No one responded.

Chi Yu frowned and looked around the door, but found nothing.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm not dazzled. Where did you go..."