Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

4011 didn't reply to him for a long time. When he finally spoke, his tone sounded sour.

[Host, what kind of life would allow you to develop such intuition? ]

Chi Qinghe stopped and looked up at the setting sun which was gradually lowering in the sky. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and at that moment, his expression suddenly became relieved.

[It’s nothing special. You’ll understand when you grow up.]

[Host...are you happy in this world? ]

[Yeah.] Chi Qinghe retracted his gaze, took a step forward, and continued to walk forward firmly. [Thank you for bringing me here.]

4011 swung her thin legs, blinked her black eyes, and grinned, "As long as you like it."

After returning to the classroom, Song Xulin was already waiting for him at his seat, and his tone sounded a little depressed.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time."

"Be brave when it comes to justice."

"..." Song Xulin rolled his eyes. "Just go to the bathroom. Why make up such a ridiculous excuse?"

"Oh." Chi Qinghe twirled his pen. "I was too impatient."

Song Xulin waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it. I won't bother with you. Let's talk business. Are you going to use the three days of Mid-Autumn Festival holiday?"

"It's empty, what's wrong?"

"Then give me two days. I'll take you to the hot spring resort. All the food and lodging are included. You just need to bring someone with you."

"You guys?" Chi Qinghe paused.

Song Xulin nodded, counting on his fingers, "You, me, Xiaoquanqi, Liuxi, Han Liyuan, Zhou Ye..."

"Stop! You even invited Liu Xi. When did you become so close to her?"

Song Xulin raised his eyebrows, patted Chi Qinghe's arm with a meaningful look in his eyes, and teased, "Isn't it because we have her crush here? She has been secretly talking to me for a long time about this situation."

"?"

"You still don't understand? Then let me explain it more clearly. That hot spring villa is her family's property. The young lady spent money and effort just to be close to you."

Song Xulin shook his head and sighed, winking and saying, "I've lost here, Xiao Qinghe, don't resist for too long, just give in."

Chi Qinghe looked Song Xulin up and down and reminded him implicitly, "I mean, what if her target is not me, but you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a complete bachelor! No love, no marriage."

Chi Qinghe: "Generally speaking, those who set up this kind of flag will later..."

"I don't allow you to say such things! Shut up!"

Song Xulin's expression at this moment was even more loyal than when he joined the party, completely consistent with Chi Qinghe's evaluation of him -

Loyalty is high, but emotional intelligence is low.

After the second evening self-study get out of class, Gong Huasui finally came back.

As soon as he sat down on the stool, he pouted and said aggrievedly, "Qinghe, this is so strange. I don't know who took my water cup. I talked a lot and now I'm so thirsty."

"Mineral water, would you like some?"

Chi Qinghe readily took out a bottle of water from under the table with a calm expression, and it was impossible to tell at all that he was the "thief" who stole the water cup.

Gong Huasui pursed his lips and reluctantly turned his gaze away from a white water cup on the corner of the table, "Yes."

He unscrewed the bottle cap and when he tilted his head back, his Adam's apple rolled and the red mole moved with it.

Chi Qinghe looked away somewhat awkwardly, then pretended to change the subject casually, "Did the rehearsal go well?"

Gong Huasui drank nearly half a bottle in one breath. He wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, his voice became much smoother, and a trace of irritation appeared between his brows.

"not good at all."

"I don't like them. They're like bees in the forest, buzzing so loudly that my ears hurt. It hurts so much, like glass is about to break."

Gong Huasui lowered his head, hooked his finger on Chi Qinghe's school uniform sleeve, and said capriciously, "Qinghe, I don't want to host anymore. Can you help me ask the teacher to replace me?"

"Does it really hurt your ears? Or is this just a metaphor?"

Chi Qinghe's focus always revolved around Gong Huasui's body. He touched the boy's earlobe, and his face was full of concern.

"Well... they were too noisy. The microphone was blaring loudly, and I was standing next to the speakers. It felt like bees were buzzing in my ears. The teacher kept asking me to speak louder... but I was clearly feeling uncomfortable... I didn't want to go anymore..."

Gong Huasui felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his eyes starting to turn red, and Chi Qinghe's heart almost melted when he saw it.

He knew that there were indeed people in this world whose five senses were more acute than others, and that sounds that were bearable for ordinary people would be mental torture for them.

"There must be something wrong with the position of the speakers." Chi Qinghe seemed to remember something, rummaged through his schoolbag, and found a pair of unopened earplugs.

"I'll think of a way. Until the results come out, you can use this to deal with it first. At least it will make you feel better."

Gong Huasui stared blankly at the beautiful white fingertips. At that moment, he felt as if his soul was floating up, as if he was stepping on light ground, which made his heart bubble with sweetness.

It was clearly just a casual complaint, but Qinghe took it seriously...

Why is there such a gentle and beautiful person like Qinghe in this world?

"Thank you...thank you."

"It's okay." Chi Qing and Zhan Yan smiled, and when they turned around, the bad idea had already come to Song Xulin.

If Gong Huasui really cannot host it, then there must be a replacement, Song Xulin...is it okay?

After thinking about it, he gave up. He had finally started studying and didn't want to disturb his mind anymore.

Besides, if this guy were to host it, it probably wouldn't be a party anymore, it would be more like a concert.

Gong Huasui carefully put the earplugs into his small tin box of candy, but then he felt uneasy, so he took it out and stuffed it back into the compartment of his schoolbag. Two minutes later, he took it out and stuffed it into his school uniform pocket, touching it every minute.

He leaned close to Chi Qinghe and whispered, "Qinghe, I can hold on. It's not a big deal."

"How about this, try wearing earplugs during rehearsal tomorrow. If you really can't stand it..."

"I can do it." Gong Huasui said immediately.

Seeing him pretending to be strong, Chi Qinghe couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his face, "Okay."

Gong Huasui moved his face even closer to make it easier for Chi Qinghe to touch him.

"Qinghe... Qingqing."

Chi Qinghe's hand suddenly stopped, and then he seemed to remember something and laughed, "Are you imitating my little parrot?"

"Yeah." Gong Huasui nodded. "When we video chatted with you before, they always called you that. It was very cute."

Chi Qinghe sighed, "There's nothing wrong with Old Chi's recording, but those two little guys somehow got it wrong, and then it got worse and worse, and now there's no way to change it back."

Gong Huasui has curved eyebrows and eyes, and her voice is charming and affectionate.

"No need to break it up, it sounds very nice."