Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Gong Huasui rested his chin on the back of his hand, lying on the desk and staring at him straight, his beautiful dark brown eyes flashing with nervousness and anticipation.

Chi Qinghe had no choice but to put aside his other thoughts and answer the questions.

He looked up and down at Gong Huasui, who was trying to act cute.

His peach blossom eyes are upturned and charming, his nose is straight and beautiful, his lips are perfect and delicate, and even his jawline is so handsome that it looks straight at his face.

This appearance is really amazing. Even the mole is perfectly placed, located on the Adam's apple, floating up and down with swallowing, which is extremely attractive.

At first glance, he is a playboy who has had countless girlfriends.

Chi Qinghe didn't say these words out loud, and pretended to be very serious and replied, "I'm not unfaithful, I just feel like I'm saving all living beings, like..."

He searched for words in his mind and it took him a moment to complete the last three words.

"Male Bodhisattva."

Gong Huasui quickly glanced sideways ahead.

He had another memory of a boy who was unkempt and fast asleep on the table.

"A male Bodhisattva who saves all living beings? The more I hear this, the more I feel like a scumbag. Qinghe, do you want to call me a scumbag, but you can't say it?"

"Of course not." Chi Qinghe lied with his eyes open.

Gong Huasui lowered his eyebrows, speaking in a simple and innocent tone, "I'm so sad. From childhood to adulthood, I've never even held a girl's hand... and yet you think of me like this... How mean!"

Chi Qinghe's mouth twitched, and he continued with a stern face, "Really? That's quite unexpected."

Unexpected innocence.

Although he has such a deceptive appearance, he has such a clean and pure soul.

Such a contrast is very attractive.

"Accident? So in your mind, I'm the type who would definitely agree if someone confessed to me, and then have multiple girlfriends at the same time. What a playboy!"

That's exactly what he felt when he first saw Gong Huasui.

It’s better not to tell the truth, it hurts.

"You misunderstood. I didn't think of it that way. I just said it casually. I didn't mean any harm."

"you're lying!"

Gong Huasui has a bad habit of translating randomly when he gets excited.

"You can't even look me in the eye, and your popcorn seems to have grown wings and flown away! I never want to go to the cinema with you again!"

Gong Huasui turned his head and buried the lower half of his face in his arms, revealing only a pair of eyes with drooping eyelashes. He blinked stutteringly, and soon, the corners of his eyes turned red.

As if not wanting others to see his miserable appearance, Gong Huasui buried the remaining half of his face in his arms. The cuffs of his clean black and white school uniform were loosely pressed by his head, leaving several large wrinkles.

Chi Qinghe's hand hesitated in mid-air, his face looking embarrassed.

This...he didn't do anything.

I just said it was an "accident", which shows that I had no ill intentions, so why... did you cry?

You can't be so delicate...

Okay, quite delicate.

Chi Qinghe glanced at the table, where Gong Huasui's weekly test paper for the afternoon was placed.

No matter how others tried to lend it to him, he refused to give it to them, but in the blink of an eye, this person sent it to him eagerly.

Even if I was rejected, I was too persistent. If I couldn't put it on the table, I would put it under the table.

He glanced to the side again and vaguely observed the boy's hunched shoulders and increasingly tense back.

Chi Qinghe stuffed the walnut in his hand back into his pocket and tentatively tugged at the corner of the boy's open school uniform.

That spot was exactly where the zipper was. Chi Qinghe pinched the zipper and shook it up and down and left and right, opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly stopped.

He moved his chair closer to Gong Huasui. Both of them were tall and had long legs. The desks were crowded on weekdays, so their legs and feet would inevitably touch each other.

Today the distance was shortened again, so whenever there was a big movement, their legs would be pressed together through the thin school pants.

"I... didn't mean it... don't do this..."

And wasn't the first thing they discussed about him picking up trash and being poor?

How did we end up in this dead end?