come on, fight

After the school bell rang, the students in the class lowered their heads and packed their textbooks, just like every time they were on vacation, waved each other to say goodbye, and then left silently with their schoolbags on their backs.

The senior high school entrance examination came very quickly, and Zhou Yejin felt that she hadn't had enough rest for three days, and it was time to go to the examination room in a blink of an eye.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother have great confidence in him, and he himself is quite relaxed. Anyway, his goal is not particularly high, as long as he goes to a good high school.

With such a stress-free mentality, Zhou Yejin performed better in the examination room than usual. The day after the examination, he directly sold the textbooks for the third year of junior high school.

"What if you have to repeat it?" Zhan Xunche asked looking at the change he got from selling books.

"Can you stop cursing me?" Zhou Yejin glared at him.

Zhan Xunche shrugged, "Just talking, I know you will pass the exam."

"That must be done," Zhou Yejin put his arms around Zhan Xunche's neck, "Let's go buy popsicles."

Zhan Xunche smiled lightly and followed Zhou Yejin downstairs.

There is a canteen downstairs, there are not many things to buy, most of them are some snacks and ice cream.

After coming out of the canteen, Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche didn't go upstairs again, they just sat by the flower bed and ate popsicles quietly.

"How does your popsicle taste?" Zhan Xunche seemed dissatisfied with his own, and looked sideways at the one in Zhou Yejin's hand.

"Alright, do you want to try it?" Zhou Yejin held up the popsicle to Zhan Xunche.

Zhan Xunche reached out and clasped his wrist, lowered his head and took a bite, "Not bad."

The moment he let go of Zhou Yejin's wrist, the popsicle suddenly fell from Zhou Yejin's hand as if he hadn't held it firmly.

"What's wrong?" Zhan Xunche looked at the popsicle.

The weather is hot now, and the floor temperature is very high. Not long after the fall, the popsicles have already begun to melt, turning into a puddle of translucent sugar water on the ground.

"Why are your hands so cold? Popsicles are not as cold as your hands." Zhou Yejin stroked the wrist that had just been held by Zhan Xunche, his eyes flickered.

Zhan Xunche's hands were very cold, but he felt a scorching heat remained where they were held.

"Of course it's to give you a chance to warm it." Zhan Xunche curled his lips.

Zhou Yejin blinked her eyes and suddenly became serious.

"Zhan Xunche."

"Ok?"

"Watch less idol dramas in the future."

"..."

Zhan Xunche is a little embarrassed, does he look like someone who likes to watch idol dramas?

Zhou Yejin didn't care whether he was embarrassing or not, he turned his head and felt sorry for the popsicle that fell to the ground, "It's a pity for my popsicle."

"I'll go buy you another one." Zhan Xunche said, got up and walked to the canteen, and came back with an identical popsicle after a while.

"I think your taste is better than mine, why do you want to eat mine?" When he left, Zhou Yejin took two bites of his popsicle.

"I just want to eat you," Zhan Xunche paused, "something."

"I'm sick," Zhou Yejin turned his head and glanced at him, "Let's change, give me this one."

"It's okay to give you whatever you like." Zhan Xunche put the other one into his hand, and said to him with a smile.

"No, I have diarrhea after eating too much." Zhou Yejin stuffed him back again, stood up, patted his pants with a popsicle in his mouth, and walked towards their building.

Zhan Xunche watched him go upstairs, "Sit down?"

"Going home, the feng shui here is bad, and popsicles are easy to drop." Zhou Yejin said as she walked.

Zhan Xunche let out an oh, and followed behind him.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother hadn't come back from work yet, so Zhou Yejin didn't want to go home, so she went directly to Zhan Xunche's house.

He bought the popsicle early in his hand, sat at Zhan Xunche's house, and finished eating it not long after.

Zhou Yejin had nothing to do after eating the popsicles, and stared at Zhan Xunche in a daze.

"How much homework did you do during the summer vacation?" Zhou Yejin looked at it for a while, and suddenly became concerned about Zhan Xunche's homework.

"A dozen pages or so." Zhan Xunche looked up at him.

"Are there any questions that you don't know?" Zhou Yejin asked again.

Zhan Xunche stared at him silently.

Although Zhan Xunche didn't do much homework during the summer vacation, he had gone through all the questions earlier, and there was nothing he didn't know how to do.

But if Zhou Yejin planned to teach him, it would be a different matter.

Thinking of this, Zhan Xunche replied decisively, "Yes."

"Then eat slowly, and I'll teach you after eating." Zhou Yejin said.

"Yeah." Zhan Xunche was already eating slowly, but now he was a little slower than before.

While he was eating, the popsicles melted little by little. In the end, the popsicles were not eaten, but melted.

Throwing away the wooden stick at the bottom, Zhan Xunche washed his hands, and led Zhou Yejin to his bedroom.

Zhan Xunche's bedroom was redecorated not long ago, some useless things were thrown away, and the current layout looks much cleaner.

Zhan Xunche sat down at the desk, flipped through his summer homework, and randomly pointed to a question for Zhou Yejin.

Zhou Yejin glanced at the desk, then cast his eyes on Zhan Xunche who was in front of the desk, and asked after a long silence, "Where should I sit?"

There used to be two chairs in Zhan Xunche's room, one must have been thrown away during the renovation, but now there seems to be only one chair in front of Zhan Xunche's desk.

If Zhan Xunche sat down, he wouldn't have to sit down.

Hearing this question, Zhan Xunche seemed to think about it seriously for a while, then patted his thigh solemnly, motioning Zhou Yejin to sit on his lap.

"..." Zhou Yejin froze for a moment, then suddenly got angry, grabbed the summer homework on the table, and patted Zhan Xunche's face.

Zhan Xunche's nose was much firmer than his, and after a book was shot, there was not even a red mark left.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Zhou Yejin was still a little worried, and asked about Zhan Xunche's situation.

Zhan Xunche raised his hand and touched his nose, then smiled at Zhou Yejin, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

"It's fine," Zhou Yejin breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and rubbed Zhan Xunche's head twice, "Don't be short-sighted, I still laugh like a fool when I shoot you."

"Hitting is kissing and scolding is love." Zhan Xunche said with a smile.

"Get out," Zhou Yejin finished cursing, then remembered the time when Zhan Xunche patted him, and couldn't help asking, "Then you also patted me for this reason before?"

"No," Zhan Xunche shook his head, "I simply don't like you."

"No wonder the shots were so ruthless, I got nosebleeds." Zhou Yejin couldn't help touching her nose, still vivid in her memory.

Zhan Xunche curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I hated it before, but now I like it."

Zhou Yejin bared her teeth from the soreness, quickly picked up the book and flipped through it, "Look at the questions and the questions."

"Then do you want to sit on my lap?" Zhan Xunche patted it twice again, "It's more comfortable than a chair."

"Don't sit down," Zhou Yejin pushed Zhan Xunche's shoulder, "Move over, I'll squeeze next to you."

Zhan Xunche smiled and moved a little to the side, leaving half of Zhou Yejin's chair empty.

Zhou Yejin sat down next to him and spread the book on the table, "I messed it up just now, which question is it?"

"This way." Zhan Xunche pointed to a certain page and said.

"It didn't seem to be this page before?" Zhou Yejin stared at that page suspiciously.

"I don't even know how to do it." Zhan Xunche didn't change his face.

"Then read this first."

"Ah."

Zhou Yejin looked down at the questions. Compared with his previous questions, Zhan Xunche's questions seemed to be more difficult.

But Zhou Yejin had graduated from the third year of junior high school after all, so no matter how difficult it was, he could still solve the problems in the first year of junior high school.

Anyway, I had nothing to do at home during the summer vacation, so in the following days, Zhou Yejin went to give lectures to Zhan Xunche every day.

Every time Zhou Yejin gave a lecture, Zhan Xunche appeared to be listening to the questions, but in fact his attention was all on Zhou Yejin.

Zhou Yejin usually only talks in the morning, and in the afternoon he either plays badminton with Zhan Xunche or plays computer games at home.

After a long time of monotony, Zhou Yejin felt a little bored, and planned to go to a movie to relieve boredom.

Zhou Yejin looked through the recently released movies, and found that there were not many good ones, but there was a thriller that was interesting to watch.

"Do you dare to watch a thriller?" Zhou Yejin was fascinated by the thriller, and asked Zhan Xunche beside him.

"Dare." Zhan Xunche replied ambiguously.

"If I dare, I'll buy this thriller." Zhou Yejin pointed to the movie.

Zhou Yejin's question was overheard by Zhou's mother who happened to be passing by. Just as Zhan Xunche wanted to nod, Zhou's mother said first, "Look, buy a few more."

Zhou Yejin froze for a moment, "You want to see it too?"

"What? I can't watch it yet?" Zhou's mother glanced at him, "Your godmother and I are both very interested in that movie, please buy it for us."

"Of course I can. Why don't I buy two copies for my dad and Uncle Zhan, so we can watch them together." Zhou Yejin suggested.

"It makes sense. If you're afraid, you can still sneak into your husband's arms." Zhou's mother nodded very helpfully.

Zhou Yejin chuckled twice, "Then I'll buy tonight's one, it's lively."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yejin was about to choose a seat and buy a ticket. Zhou's mother suddenly stopped him, "Don't buy the tickets for the two of you with us."

"I understand." Zhou Yejin bought six tickets in response. He and Zhan Xunche were in the front row, and the four adults were in the back.

Zhou Yejin told Zhou's mother the distribution of seats, then turned around and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

"Not bad." Mother Zhou nodded and left after listening.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the two families had dinner and walked to the cinema with the intention of digesting food.

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche had just finished picking up the tickets, and when they turned their heads, Zhou's mother and Zhan's mother had already carried a bucket of popcorn each. Zhou's father and Zhan's father stood beside them, looking at them helplessly.

"Can they eat?" Zhou Yejin was a little confused. Didn't she say she wanted to digest food before coming here? Why did she start eating again?

"Probably just want to relieve tension by chewing." Zhan Xunche looked at his mother and aunt Zhou, and said slowly.

"Then why don't you buy a barrel too?" Zhou Yejin asked.

"No need," Zhan Xunche looked at him with a smile, "I'll just have you."

Zhou Yejin felt that the roots of his teeth were a little sore, he grinned vigorously, and hurried to the entrance of the theater with the ticket.

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Thanks to the nutrient solution irrigated by the little angel of "soda ash is not alkali"~