Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The Lu family's means of making a fortune are notoriously shabby.

At that time, the state's supervision was lax, and there were various entrepreneurial subsidies, which provided fertile soil for this group of uneducated idiots to make a fortune in the "entertainment industry."

Times have changed and supervision has become stricter, but the Lu family remains the same. Although it is now covered with the cloak of an entertainment city, everyone knows what is really being traded inside.

The reason why he has not been reported yet is all thanks to the big and small umbrellas of protection above his head.

But no matter how many or how big the umbrellas are, what’s the use?

The umbrella will eventually break, and when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. The Lu family... is also going to fall.

Gong Huasui returned to the room, handed the phone to Chi Qinghe, and said with a smile, "There are still many kind-hearted people in the world. Someone found it in the flower bed by the roadside and gave it to the front desk. I just happened to pick it up when I went downstairs."

Chi Qinghe just watched this person lie quietly, turned on the screen and then turned it off, then asked in feigned surprise.

"I remember there was a scratch on the screen, how come it suddenly disappeared?"

Gong Huasui's heart tightened, he raised his hands to cover his head, and quietly changed the subject, "Qinghe... my head suddenly hurts... my fever is getting worse..."

Muttering to himself, he pretended to be unable to hold on and fell forward.

Chi Qinghe subconsciously opened his hands to catch it, and groaned when he was hit.

When Gong Huasui heard this, he silently exerted some strength on his legs. He hugged the boy's waist and rubbed against Chi Qinghe's neck like a cat. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was really sick.

"Qinghe... I seem to have the flu... Push me away... I can't infect you..."

Chi Qinghe was so angry that he almost laughed.

He was told to push it away, but the hand on his waist was wrapped around him very tightly, and the more he pushed, the tighter it got, until it finally wrapped around him like an octopus!

"Can you please stay away from me?"

"My head hurts so much...I can't move..."

"Then let go of your hands."

"My head hurts so much...I can't relax..."

"Stand still, don't lean on me."

"I'm in pain everywhere... Qinghe, you're so mean... bullying a patient..."

"Gong Huasui, didn't we say we should keep our distance?"

"Qinghe... I seem to be unable to hear... Woo woo..."

Chi Qinghe: ...

On the second night in the hotel, Chi Qinghe knocked Gong Huasui down with a knee strike and an elbow strike.

The next day, they finally enjoyed the hotel's hot spring services.

The two girls love the "Efficacy Pool" and basically only soak in the milk pool, rose pool and Chinese medicine pool.

The boys, adhering to the principle of equal treatment, soaked in every pool like mad monkeys. In the open courtyard, it seemed that everywhere was filled with the figures of this group of people playing around.

This was not enough, they also specially pulled the girls to perform "Pigsy and the Spider Spirit Playing in the Water".

That’s right, because the number of people doesn’t match, it’s still a cross-dressing.

Forced to play the role of Zhu Bajie Liuxi, he stared at a group of boys in the pool who were pretentiously twirling their fingers. He tried to control his expression, but in the end he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

She was really hungry...

The Mid-Autumn Festival holiday is said to be three days long, but if you count carefully, it’s only two and a half days.

Because at noon on the last day, they have to return to school and continue taking weekly tests frantically!

Chi Qinghe is almost immune to exams now. In any case, it is impossible for him to perform worse than the monthly exam.

After three rounds in a row, although he was not tired, his hands were indeed in trouble and sometimes he would accidentally ruin an answer sheet.

The wounds were deep and shallow, and were distributed over a wide area, so he covered them all with Band-Aids.

Band-Aids are convenient, but they are not very effective when it comes to wounds that bleed.

This was exactly the situation with his right little finger. When he wrote, he kept squeezing the wound, causing it to break open again before it healed, and blood overflowed onto the test paper.

At the beginning, the invigilator was startled and asked him if he was okay. Later, maybe because it happened more often, the invigilator would take a new one and hand it to him when he saw him raise his hand.

After all the exams were over, Gong Huasui did not dare to delay for a moment. He folded his desk back together, rummaged through his schoolbag, and took out a bunch of medical bandages and disinfectant iodine.

"Qinghe, I said I would be responsible for you to the end!"

"Thanks."

Chi Qinghe was worried about having nothing to treat the wound, so he tore off the Band-Aid and took the disinfectant iodine from Gong Huasui's hand and pressed it on the wound without blinking.

Iodine is much milder than alcohol, it is not very painful, and it even feels a little numb.

But in Gong Huasui's eyes, all this was a naked tendency towards self-harm!

He lowered his head and said with grievance and complaint, "Aren't classmates supposed to help each other? Why are you refusing my help? Am I not the little tomato you like?"

"This is a small matter, I can handle it myself." Chi Qinghe said without raising his head.

Gong Huasui was furious and snorted, "You've changed! You were so nice to me before! Now you feel annoyed just by looking at me. Are you already looking for a new deskmate?"

"I asked the homeroom teacher, and he said the position cannot be changed for the time being..."

Gong Huasui was incredulous. "Qinghe! Do you really want to abandon me and be with your new deskmate?! Who is that person? Is it Song Xulin?"

Song Xulin, who was sleeping soundly in front, was shot inexplicably.

Chi Qinghe pursed his lips. The more he talked, the more he felt that there was something wrong with this topic. He quickly stopped talking and quickened the pace of wrapping the bandage on his hand.

"Can we go back to the dorm and talk?"

He could already sense the doubtful gazes being cast at them from all around, both overtly and covertly.

"Why? Can't we talk in the classroom? It's not something shameful."

Changing seats is indeed not a shameful thing, but what you said is too ambiguous!

After being back in China for so long, I have picked up Chinese again, but I have picked up too much!

That scene just now made him feel as guilty as if he had been caught having an affair with a mistress by his original wife...

Chi Qinghe knew what the boy wanted to do, sighed, and reached out his hand.

"I can't seem to handle this myself. Can you help me, deskmate?"

Gong Huasui turned his head away. "Do I look like the kind of person who would go back to his ex?"

"Then I'll eat it, and you treat it as grass or a cherry tomato. Just stand where you are and don't move. I'll come back to find you." Chi Qinghe became more and more skilled at coaxing people.

Gong Huasui's expression changed slightly, and he blinked quickly. After his gaze lingered on Chi Qinghe's fingertips for a moment, it slowly moved upwards, and his half-closed eyes became increasingly difficult to suppress.

It was not until he met those dark eyes that amazed him at first sight that the tangled emotions subsided.

"Chi Qinghe, are you really just coaxing me?"