Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Just when He Yan was wondering what kind of disease could turn a pretentious person into a child, his face was suddenly held up.

I ran head-on into a face with great impact.

His throat rolled, the tips of his ears inevitably turned red, and his speech became stammering.

"You... don't even think about... molesting me... I'm a decent person!"

Chi Qinghe asked blankly, "A talking hot pot spirit?"

He Yan: “…”

What a look!

When he sees something red, it’s either roasting a fire or having a hot pot. Can’t he be a human being?

Wenson saw He Yan appear next to Mr. Xiao Chi from a distance, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, he couldn't wait to lower his voice to warn He Yan.

"What are you doing here? Get out of here!"

This time, He Yan was unusually obedient.

Chi Qinghe was not prepared to let him go.

He pinched the soft flesh on He Yan's face, pulling and tugging it like shaking noodles, picking at the points where the meridians were densely concentrated, causing He Yan's face to contort with pain.

But he couldn't do anything to Chi Qinghe, so he could only ask Wenson for help.

"Wenson! Tell him to take his hands off me! It hurts so much!"

Wenson was also anxious, "Mr. Chi, it's too dirty, let's not play anymore, okay?"

He Yan: “…”

dirty?

He takes a shower three times a day, and you say he's dirty?!

At this moment, Chi Qinghe took out a pair of scissors from somewhere and took advantage of the fact that neither of them could react.

"Crack!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

"Click——"

Three seconds later, a scream cut through the sky, startling all the birds and causing pain in the eardrums.

He Yan touched the prickly scalp on his forehead with his left hand, and grasped the red hair of his "dead beauty" with his right hand. He was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.

"Chi, if you dare to cut my hair, you're done!"

He raised his arm, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and was about to strike forward.

Wenson immediately stood in front of Chi Qinghe and raised his hand to restrain him.

"Mr. Xiao Chi didn't mean it. He's sick, and the most important thing now is to get him to take his medicine."

Before he could finish his words, Chi Qinghe dismantled his plan.

He threw the scissors to the ground, grabbed the hem of Wenson's clothes and pulled them down, then extended his palm.

"It's dirty, wash your hands."

He Yan's last bit of tolerance for the patient disappeared. He raised his foot and crushed the scissors on the ground. His thin lips opened and closed, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He was extremely angry.

"Look at him like this, isn't he trying to provoke me? Where's the medicine? I pinched his neck and fed it to him right there!"

He noticed the glass on the stone table, snatched it away, but before he could put it into Chi Qinghe's mouth, the other party suddenly stood up.

Through Wenson, their eyes met directly.

He Yan's movements froze in mid-air, and every detail of the young man's face was clearly reflected in his pupils.

He had traveled all over the world and seen many beauties, but there had never been one type that he could remember for more than three days.

But Chi Qinghe did it. Resentment was part of it, but he had to admit that she looked... amazing.

Every time I see him, my mind will unconsciously think of an unrealistic version of the dreamy snow mountain magma.

There was neither flying volcanic ash nor turbid and scorching air waves.

All that was left was the brilliant fireworks created by the collision of the pure white first snow and the red magma.

A cold and distant, yet also bewitching and passionate, very contradictory and suffocating beauty.

A glance through the years...

When He Yan noticed the pain and sadness in the young man's eyes, his brain stopped working, his heart trembled violently, and he acted entirely on instinct.

"I won't hit you anymore. I'm wrong, isn't that enough? Hurry up and drink the medicine."

He handed over the cup of water stiffly, without pouring it out or forcing it down his throat, but waited patiently for Chi Qinghe's response.

Chi Qinghe pursed his thin lips, slightly pressed down the corners of his mouth, and stared ahead without blinking. The myriad emotions in his eyes silently infected He Yan, who was just a step away.

It was also at this moment that the wild dog's ferocity was put into the cage.

He Yan scratched his scalp irritably, and his voice became even softer, with a dry coaxing tone.

"Take the medicine, and I'll buy you some candy."

Wenson was surprised by He Yan's sudden change of attitude, but he still wanted to say that Xiao Chi would not drink the medicine so easily.

Until a pair of white, slender hands touched the wall of the glass and took it away...

The drug took effect quickly. After a while, my eyelids became so heavy that I couldn't open them. After blinking twice, my consciousness fell into chaos.

Perhaps it was because he missed her too much, this dream was so real, but he seemed to be an outsider.

Reappeared in Huayang High School.

The head teacher Cao Yu stood on the podium and scolded people.

"I don't even want to talk about how you did on the test this time!"

"Difference!"

"Doing well on the 7-choose-3 test is no reason for you to slack off."

She threw the test paper onto the podium, lowered her eyelids, and spoke in a serious voice.

"Don't try to excuse me by saying I haven't recovered. School has been over a month now, and the scores aren't high, the papers aren't collected properly, and there are tons of mistakes! I can't even say I'm teaching a class!"

"If you don't know what the standard of a class is, now, watch carefully."

She took a deep breath, controlled her emotions, waved to Gong Huasui at the back of the classroom, and turned on the projector again.

Gong Huasui's test paper was placed under the projector, and soon an extremely eye-catching red number appeared on the screen.

150.

Full marks.

"Was this test difficult? Why is Gong Huasui the only one in our class who got a perfect score? Class monitor, what's going on?"

The squad leader, who was suddenly called, lowered his head in embarrassment.

Cao Yu changed his target, "Class representative, what about you?"

The math class representative knew that he would be called on, and he wanted to bury his head in his desk.

After that, every time Cao Yu called out a name, there was an ostrich in the classroom. She didn't stop calling out names until the whole class involuntarily lowered their heads.

The head teacher handed the test paper back to Gong Huasui, who was standing silently by the side, and whispered to him to go back before continuing to scold the students.

"As classmates, you should also be aware of Gong Huasui's recent leave."

"He was not in school for a third of the time. At first I was very worried about his declining grades and I talked to his parents at least ten times."

"I only agreed after his parents repeatedly assured me that Gong Huasui's grades wouldn't decline."

"It turns out that the guarantee is very effective. What about you?"

"You promised me that you would study hard every day, but your results are worse than someone taking a day off!"

At this time, discussions had begun to quietly spread from below.

"This brain is naturally fixed there, how can it be compared?"

"Yes, if I had Gong Huasui's IQ, I could get the top score by just lying at home every day, and I wouldn't even come to school."

"Chi Qinghe is really something. He transferred to another school without even saying hello. With him around, the homeroom teacher would be in a better mood."

"Oh, you're wrong. Apart from one more full mark in the class, nothing will change. We still have to scold them..."

When the head teacher heard that the group was gradually straying from the topic, he quickly stopped them.

"I'm asking you to reflect, not chat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the school bell rang above his head.

Cao Yu keenly heard someone in the crowd cheering and was very angry, but she didn't like to stay after class unless it was necessary.

I gave them three extra weekend test papers as homework and then packed up and left.

Gong Huasui returned to his seat to organize his things.

Chi Qinghe was sitting next to him. He raised his hand to touch Gong Huasui, but his fingers passed through the boy's school uniform and only felt empty space.

Chi Qinghe smiled and silently withdrew his hand.

It was also at this time that he noticed the gray jade bracelet on Gong Huasui's wrist bone, and faint red flashes could be seen.

When I got closer, I found that it was a discontinuous red line.

Chi Qinghe was a little confused, but he knew it was a dream and not real, so he didn't take it seriously.

"They said you've been on leave these past few days. What have you been doing?"

As expected, he got no answer.

But he was very happy and slowly followed Gong Huasui towards the school gate.

When getting on the car, even though he knew no one could see him, he would still ask Gong Huasui jokingly.

"Can I get in the car?"

"Well, thank you." He asked and answered himself with great interest, got into the car with a smile on his face, and sat down next to the young man.

The vehicle was driving very smoothly, and soon Gong Huasui closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Are you tired lately?"

Chi Qinghe's gaze swept across Gong Huasui's purple eyes, he pursed his lips, but still couldn't help wanting to touch him.

In the end, she restrained herself and stopped just one centimeter away from him.

"Don't tire yourself out so much."