Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

When I returned to the classroom, two classes had already been completed.

As Chi Qinghe sat down, Song Xulin turned around and asked, "Why did you take so long? The three people in our class came back in less than ten minutes."

"I accidentally fell asleep and the doctor didn't tell me to get up." Chi Qinghe avoided the main point.

"Sleep! So good! Isn't that a legitimate reason for you to skip class?"

"So... right?"

"Damn it, why didn't this good thing happen to me?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Gong Huasui's writing movements gradually slowed down, and the tip of the pen stayed at the center of the coordinate axis on the draft paper for a long time.

After about thirty seconds, he moved the draft paper away and wrote down the answers he had already calculated on the test paper.

Chi Qinghe was still wondering whether White would keep the secret for him, but Song Xulin had already changed the subject.

"Which amusement park should we go to during the National Day holiday? I'll book tickets."

Chi Qinghe raised his eyes and asked, "Didn't we agree that I would pay the bill?"

"I'm rich as hell, do I look like the kind of person who would take advantage of others?" Song Xulin's expression suddenly became awkward.

He really doesn't know how to take advantage of others. He is the kind of good rich second-generation who spends three or four thousand yuan on snacks in the supermarket but refuses to spend a few cents on plastic bags.

"Song Xulin, you're so weird."

"I know I'm very good to you!" Song Xulin grinned, revealing his big white teeth.

Chi Qinghe chuckled and shook his head, without saying anything else, but there was a little more determination in his eyes as he looked at the young man.

Suddenly, Song Xulin leaned closer, pinching his chin. "It's really strange, why do you seem to be getting more and more beautiful? Why?"

Without waiting for Chi Qinghe's answer, he replied, "She must be in love. No wonder she sneaks out every night."

"Every...night?" Chi Qinghe froze.

Didn’t he explain to this person that he was going to get evidence of Chen Qiqing’s two-timing?

Why did I have such a wild idea that he was in love?

And observe his whereabouts every night!

"Yeah, I saw it several times when I was enjoying the breeze on the balcony. Tell me, are you just dating when you want to? You have to meet in the middle of the night and hug each other. How can that be?"

Chi Qinghe felt it necessary to clarify, but before he could say anything, an unusual rustling sound suddenly came from beside him.

Gong Huasui folded the draft paper in half again and again with a calm expression until it became a square piece of cardboard the size of his palm, and then he handed it to Chi Qinghe.

"Correct the answer."

The answer was one of the few things they communicated about in the past few days.

Their grades are now very close, and the in-class tests cannot tell which one is better, so the teachers of each subject give them extra difficult competition questions.

Normally, they would review the work after finishing it, observe each other's problem-solving steps to make a preliminary judgment on whether it was right or wrong, and then send it to the teacher for correction.

"it is good."

Chi Qinghe took it, patiently turned the cardboard over and over again, and after it returned to normal A4 size, he placed it under the pile of books and flattened it.

During the process, the two of them didn't say a word to each other and it was so quiet that Song Xulin realized it later and felt embarrassed.

"I've always wanted to ask, did you two have a fight?" Song Xulin scratched his head.

Chi Qinghe: “No.”

Gong Huasui: “Yeah.”

After the words were spoken, the two subconsciously met each other's eyes, but quickly looked away.

Song Xulin spread his hands, "Which one should I believe?"

Chi Qinghe was the first to speak, "If we really had a quarrel, would we still be able to sit together so calmly and compare answers?"

Song Xulin waved his hands. "I won't listen to you, little cookie. Tell me, did Chi Qinghe bully you? You've been so quiet lately. You've even switched from hot brewed green tea to cold brew. I'm not used to it."

Gong Huasui pursed his lips, tilted his head to glance at Chi Qinghe, then returned his attention to the exercise book with a cold tone.

"No, bully me."

After hearing this, Song Xulin looked at Chi Qinghe with certainty, "You bullied him."

"?"

"He paused."

"..." Chi Qinghe was speechless and could only repeat that he really did not bully him.

Song Xulin guessed based on Gong Huasui's usual tone.

"Then why did he fold the paper so many times before giving it to you? Wasn't it just to show that you left a shadow on his fragile heart?"

Chi Qinghe covered his face.

"Why are you making so many weird analyses? Isn't that what normal schoolmate relationships are like? Do you want to be even more intimate, hugging and cuddling? Then we're not deskmates anymore, we should be called lovers."

"But before..."

Song Xulin suddenly paused, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them before he asked, "Did they really not argue? Or did they fight?"

Chi Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, "Really not."

Two seconds after he finished speaking, Gong Huasui spoke in a calm voice under the gaze of the two.

"Well, we're not in a cold war."

How come this person added his own answer?

Chi Qinghe curled his little finger and moved his lips, but gave up the idea of ​​explaining and let Song Xulin persuade him "earnestly".

He nodded randomly to evade the question, and in his heart he was thinking about having a good talk with Gong Huasui.

I thought I could finish it during one break, but Gong Huasui ran out as soon as the class was over and came back just when class was about to start. It was delayed again and again until the evening.

When he came out of the shower, Gong Huasui was just closing the pen cap and pushing away the chair to go to bed.

Chi Qinghe felt that he could not delay any longer, so he stepped forward quickly and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Don't sleep yet, I have something to tell you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory suddenly fell into darkness.

Lights out.

Someone had drawn the thick curtains tightly shut, and neither the streetlights outside nor the moonlight could get through. It was incredibly dark.

Chi Qinghe couldn't see anything clearly, so he could only let go of Gong Huasui's hand and grope his way towards the desk.

But before he took two steps, something suddenly approached from the side. Before he could turn his head, the tip of his ear was suddenly touched by something soft and warm, and then Gong Huasui's slightly hoarse voice exploded in his ear.

"Sorry, did I... bump into you?"

Chi Qinghe felt extremely hot and dry. He felt as if all the heat from the shower had been squeezed into his ears, as if they were placed on a barbecue grill.

"Don't move, I'll go turn on the light."

He took several deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress the ripples in his heart. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster. He was afraid of being exposed, so he could only walk faster. As a result, his knees hit the corner of the table, making a heavy, dull thud.

"Qing...are you okay?"

Gong Huasui appeared beside him at some point, held his arm, and skillfully touched the switch of the night light and turned it on.

The warm yellow light came on instantly. Chi Qinghe closed his eyes for a while to adapt. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was covered by misty water vapor, making it difficult for him to see the person in front of him.

Gong Huasui lowered his eyes and stared at the red-cheeked boy. His breathing and heartbeat slowed down for several beats. Song Xulin's words from the daytime kept replaying in his mind.

Why do I feel like you are getting more and more beautiful?

Chi Qinghe sat on the stool and rubbed the injury on his knee slowly. "What exactly did you mean by the cold war you mentioned during the day?"

"Literally." Gong Huasui released his hand and stepped back to a normal social distance.

Chi Qinghe's cheeks were still hot, so he lowered his head. "But we've been getting along normally these past few days."

Gong Huasui raised his eyelids, and his deep brown eyes looked particularly charming and affectionate under the light, but the words he said were devoid of any warmth.

"So what I'm saying is, there is no Cold War."