Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

"Small animals?" Chi Qinghe raised his head from a pile of papers, his eyes still not clear. "What small animals?"

Gong Huasui shook his head and casually changed the subject, "It's okay. There are two typical questions on the test paper. Take a look at them first. If you don't understand, I'll help you analyze them."

His nails were trimmed very neatly, and his nail beds were pink and tender. When pressed on the ink-stained test paper, they would appear slightly white, making people unconsciously want to shift their attention to those beautiful and slender hands.

"Qinghe, you can't desert."

Gong Huasui's voice sounded somewhat helpless. He bent his index finger and tapped twice on the test paper.

"……Oh."

When Chi Qinghe came to his senses, his face was burning hot and he quickly buried his head in the test paper.

After finally calming down, I secretly glanced to the left, but my gaze met someone's smiling face, and I subconsciously looked away.

Just when Chi Qinghe was thinking about how to explain his peeking, Song Xulin suddenly turned around and blinked expectantly.

"After the exam on Friday, let's team up again?"

Chi Qinghe stopped writing the question, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

He has been studying a lot recently, and at least now he doesn't have to memorize poetry formulas with great difficulty.

And when you go to the Internet cafe, you can write some code on the web and earn some extra money.

After receiving the answer, Song Xulin subconsciously looked at Gong Huasui and asked, "Cookie, are you coming?"

"Ah? Can I, too? Will it disturb your games?"

"Each person has their own computer. How can we bother each other or not? It's not like we're holding hands and touching the mouse."

"But there were always two of you before, and now you're suddenly adding me..." Gong Huasui looked at his deskmate and said meaningfully, "Will anyone be unhappy?"

Chi Qinghe: This is almost pointing directly at him.

"I don't care. Come whenever you want." Chi Qinghe continued to write the test paper and expressed his attitude in a deep voice.

Song Xulin silently watched the inexplicable smile on Gong Huasui's lips and the already somewhat strange atmosphere between the two of them, and the doubts in his heart grew more and more.

……

The seats for Huayang High School's monthly exam were arranged according to the final grades of the previous semester. Chi Qinghe was ranked third in the school and sat in Class 1.

Song Xulin was in Class 15 and was originally sitting in the last seat, but because Gong Huasui had just arrived and had no grades yet, the two of them sat at the desks in front and behind each other, causing every invigilator who came in to stop when they looked over.

For Song Xulin, the fun of taking exams is far less than that of attending classes.

After getting the test paper, he wrote down his name and student number, and his exam was over.

For the next hour and a half, or two hours, or two and a half hours, he would either write the multiple-choice questions with homemade dice or chew his fingernails to count the seconds left before the exam ended, causing quite a bit of noise.

At first, Gong Huasui would raise his eyelids to look, but later he probably got used to it. No matter how happily the kid in front of him rocked or how strange the sleeping posture was, it had no effect on him at all.

It was strange. Seeing Song Xulin unable to answer the questions and wasting his time, he actually felt a little sad, even though he knew how smart this person was...

After the Chinese and biology exams, it’s time for dinner.

Gong Huasui and Song Xulin came out together and walked downstairs.

"How did you do in the exam? Are you sure you can surpass me?" Song Xulin said shamelessly.

Gong Huasui pondered, "I'm not sure. I can't concentrate on the questions."

"Ah? Not really. In front of you, what could be more interesting than an exam paper?"

"you."

Gong Huasui curled his lips slightly, and under Song Xulin's puzzled gaze, he slowly added the next sentence, "Appreciating your dying struggle is much more interesting than the title."

What puzzled Song Xulin was that after hearing this sarcastic remark, he not only did not feel angry, but instead shrank his neck in fear.

"Talk to me normally, don't treat me the same way you treated Chi Qinghe!"

"Oh."

First class door.

Before Chi Qinghe walked out of the classroom, someone suddenly ran up to him.

Liu Xi's tone could not hide her nervousness and worry, and her eyes were focused on the red scab on the boy's forearm.

"Student Chi, you are injured!"

Chi Qinghe had to stop and said, "There was a little accident, but it's not serious. It will be fine in a few days."