come on, fight

Holding a pile of books, Zhou Yejin aggressively pushed open the door of Zhan's house. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the aroma of rice.

Zhou Yejin touched his stomach, he was a little hungry.

Zhan Xunche's family was sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast with relish.

When she was at her own home, Zhou Yejin didn't feel hungry, but now that she smelled the aroma of Zhan Xunche's food, she felt a strong desire to fill her stomach.

Zhou Yejin couldn't help swallowing, staring at the food on the table with bright eyes.

The three people at the dining table felt his gaze, stopped their chopsticks one after another, and looked sideways at him.

Zhan's mother froze for a moment when she saw his eyes, and she wondered how long she would have to be hungry to get this effect.

Zhan Xunche was also a little dazed, wasn't he okay before, why did he feel like he had been hungry for eight generations after only a short while.

"Eh...Xiao Jin, why don't you sit down and eat together." Father Zhan invited him.

"Okay." Zhou Yejin agreed without hesitation, put the book in her arms on the sofa, and walked to the dining table by herself.

"Sit with Ah Che, I'll move it." Mother Zhan said, and moved to the seat next to her.

The seat next to Zhan Xunche was vacant, and Zhou Yejin sat down on it without being pretentious.

"I'll help you serve the rice." Mother Zhan found a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, filled a small bowl of porridge and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhan." Zhou Yejin smiled at Zhan's mother, took the porridge she brought, and lowered her head to eat.

Ms. Zhan probably had finished eating. She didn't move her chopsticks, but rested her chin on her hands and focused on watching Zhou Yejin eat.

"Have I improved a lot in cooking?" Zhan's mother turned her head and asked Zhan's father quietly.

"That's because Xiao Jin is too hungry. Look at our son's disgusted expression." Zhan's father glanced at her, pointed at Zhan Xunche in the dark, and said in a low voice.

Zhan Xunche's expression at the moment was full of disgust, but his disgust was not for porridge, but for Zhou Yejin who was sitting next to him.

Frankly speaking, Zhou Yejin's eating was not ugly, but he was too close to Zhan Xunche, and with the movement of eating, his elbow would poke Zhan Xunche next to him from time to time.

Zhou Yejin is not short, but she is rather thin. That elbow poking down is really not something ordinary people can bear.

After being poked several times for no reason, Zhan Xunche was not very happy. He also bent his elbow and bumped towards Zhou Yejin.

Zhou Yejin was carrying the food to his mouth, because of the sudden bump, all the food he picked up was contributed to the table, and none of it reached his mouth.

He frowned, looked at the dishes on the table distressedly, and hit them back with his backhand.

Naturally, Zhan Xunche couldn't let it go, so he also bumped back.

The two of them competed secretly on the table, not even in the mood to eat.

Seeing that they both put down their chopsticks, Mother Zhan felt something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche were all focused on colliding with each other, and turned a deaf ear to what she said just now.

Zhanmu was embarrassed, she frowned, and slapped the table heavily.

After a loud noise, Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche woke up like a dream, and looked up at Zhan's mother in confusion.

"What were you two doing just now? I couldn't hear my question." Zhanmu maintained her superficial majesty, and gently rubbed Hong's hands in secret.

Zhou Yejin and Zhan Xunche shrank their necks and said in unison, "Nothing."

"It's best like this." Zhou's mother waved her hand, seeing that Zhou Yejin didn't seem to have any plans to eat anymore, she started to clean up the leftovers on the table, "Lao Zhan and I are going out, you two go by yourself Read a book and get along well."

Zhan Xunche picked up the book that Zhou Yejin put down earlier, and walked into his room silently.

Zhanmu watched him disappear behind the door, then raised her chin to Zhou Yejin, "Xiaojin can go too."

Zhou Yejin hummed and walked in following Zhan Xunche's footsteps.

In the room, Zhan Xunche had already spread out his book and was sitting at the desk waiting for him.

"I just read it. I learned the first section before, so let's start from the second section." Zhan Xunche flipped through the book casually.

"Shall I teach you or will you teach me?" Zhou Yejin asked him with an unhappy expression.

"Then tell me, where do you start?" Zhan Xunche raised his eyebrows, and pushed the book in front of him.

Zhou Yejin flipped through the book in front of him, read the content of the first section page by page, and ticked off a few exercises for him, "Let me do it first."

Zhan Xunche took the book and looked at the questions he had hooked. They were all typical questions. He looked up at Zhou Yejin in surprise. Did it come true?

Zhou Yejin had been staring at him calmly. Now that he noticed his gaze, he immediately grinned and showed his white teeth, trying to show his image as a good big brother.

Zhan Xunche dubiously took a pen, glanced at the question a few times, lowered his head and began to write slowly.

Zhou Yejin didn't tick many questions, and it didn't take long for Zhan Xunche to finish.

"Teacher Zhou, do you want to check?" Zhan Xunche raised half of his mouth, teasing.

Zhou Yejin coughed lightly, pretended to adjust the non-existent glasses, and took a look at the questions Zhan Xunche had prepared.

Zhan Xunche's handwriting is very beautiful. The words written by other little boys all have a sense of integrity that deliberately pursues horizontality and verticality, while Zhan Xunche's handwriting carries a distinct personality, showing the sharpness of the writer.

"Have you practiced calligraphy?" Zhou Yejin asked casually.

Zhan Xunche didn't speak, just nodded.

Although Zhou Yejin didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Zhan Xunche did a pretty good job on the questions. Except for one question that resulted in a wrong result due to incorrect steps, the rest of the questions were all correct.

Zhan Xunche was also very confident in his accuracy. He raised his chin and looked at Zhou Yejin with a smile.

Seeing his complacency, Zhou Yejin felt somewhat unhappy. He pointed to the question that Zhan Xunche got wrong, and said heartbrokenly, "You made too many mistakes."

"You play too much." Zhan Xunche looked at Zhou Yejin's expression and frowned.

"I thought you were so powerful, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." Zhou Yejin shook her head, with a look of hatred that iron can't be made into steel.

"You must be mentally ill." Zhan Xunche kicked him hard.

Zhou Yejin felt a dull pain in her leg, but before her brain could react, she kicked her leg out first.

Zhan Xunche turned sideways to hide, but he couldn't dodge completely, and was kicked by Zhou Yejin.

He looked down at his trousers, half of the shoe prints were clearly hanging on them.

Zhan Xunche is usually a very clean person, but now that there are shoe prints on his pants, his heart is burning hot.

He clenched his fists with both hands, and threw his face at Zhou Yejin.

Zhou Yejin raised her fist to fight back, and before she knew it, the two rolled into a ball again.

Not long after the fight, Zhou Yejin raised her hands in surrender, begging for mercy, "Stop, stop, I can't beat anymore."

Zhan Xunche turned a deaf ear and continued to wave his fists.

"You did a good job on the question, okay?" Zhou Yejin's face was almost wrinkled.

"It was done well." Zhan Xunche was a little dissatisfied.

"The previous ones don't count. If you can solve my problems, then I will admit that you are amazing." Zhou Yejin touched her chin and said.

"Then you go and get it." Zhan Xunche stopped, got up from Zhou Yejin's side, and gave Zhou Yejin a hand by the way.

"Okay, you wait." Zhou Yejin hurried home, and when she came back, she already had an extra book of questions in her hand.

"I've turned the pages for you, let's do it." Zhou Yejin seemed to find a page of questions at random, and put it on Zhan Xunche's desk.

Zhan Xunche snorted coldly, picked up a pen and began to do it seriously.

After all, the difficulty of the topic that crossed a grade is not the same. This time Zhan Xunche did it, obviously not as easy as the last time.

Zhan Xunche's speed of doing the questions dropped drastically, and it took him a while to solve two questions.

Zhou Yejin looked at the two questions he had finished, and gave him a thumbs up, "Yes, if you can do a few more questions, then you will be even better.

With his "encouragement", Zhan Xunche finished one after another, and each time he said, "Do a few more, and you will be the best."

Gradually, Zhan Xunche realized that something seemed wrong.

He did some questions randomly, and he thought it was wrong, but Zhou Yejin kept praising him for doing a good job.

He thought about it for a while, put down his pen, and suddenly turned the question in his hand to the cover.

Zhan Xunche blinked and froze on the spot.

The cover is painted with a lush green grassland, and there are several children holding net bags to catch butterflies on the grassland. They are full of smiles, showing their youth and vigor.

These are not the key points, the key point is the four colorful characters on the cover.

Happy summer vacation.

This was clearly Zhou Yejin's summer homework.

No wonder he kept encouraging Zhan Xunche to do more, maybe because he wanted Zhan Xunche to finish his summer homework for him.

Zhou Yejin watched Zhan Xunche doing the questions with a smile all the time, but when he saw him suddenly flipping over the cover, the smile on Zhou Yejin's face froze.

Zhan Xunche trembled angrily. He picked up the question in his hand and threw it viciously at Zhou Yejin's face.

Poor Zhou Yejin's nose, the old injury was not healed, and a new injury was added, and there was a sharp pain on the spot.

This next week, Ye Jin couldn't laugh anymore. He sat blankly, feeling a warm liquid flow out of his nasal cavity.

He raised his hand to wipe it, and his fingertips were blood red.

"Damn it!" Zhou Yejin exclaimed with wide eyes.

When Zhan Xunche saw the blood on his fingertips, he felt guilty and remained silent.

Growing up so big, he had fought countless fights with Zhou Yejin, but he had never seen blood once.

Zhou Yejin's nose was injured once before, and his reckless suddenness actually directly smashed him out of the nosebleed.

Zhou Yejin raised her head and stared at Zhan Xunche with burning eyes.

Zhan Xunche lowered his head guiltily, not daring to meet his gaze.

After all, he is still just a child, no matter how high-minded he is usually, once he feels that he has made a mistake, he will inevitably feel a little embarrassed.

Seeing his cowardly look, Zhou Yejin, who was still full of anger just now, suddenly lost his anger like a deflated ball.

"Can you help me get some paper?" He took a deep breath and tried to talk to Zhan Xunche calmly.

"Okay." Zhan Xunche ran to the living room to draw some papers, and handed them to Zhou Yejin with his lips pursed.

Zhou Yejin wiped off the blood on his face and hands, rolled up the remaining paper casually, and stuffed it into his nostrils.

It must have been smashed hard, even with the paper stuffed, Zhou Yejin's nosebleed did not stop, and it didn't take long for the tissue outside his nostrils to reflect blood.

Zhan Xunche hurriedly ran to the living room to get it again, this time directly brought the paper box in front of him.

"Are you okay?" Zhan Xunche looked a little guilty.

Looking at his guilty expression, Zhou Yejin smiled lightly to comfort him, "It's okay, it hurts a little."

Zhan Xunche breathed a sigh of relief, then said awkwardly and lowered his head, "You don't hide yourself."

"Can I hide?" Zhou Yejin laughed.

"Aren't you usually very sensitive?" Zhan Xunche bit his lower lip lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to let you smash it on purpose, will it work?" Zhou Yejin rubbed his nose and said.

"No." Zhan Xunche turned his head aside, "You are perfunctory."

Seeing him like this, Zhou Yejin couldn't help laughing.

Normally, he always felt that Zhan Xunche had a sense of maturity beyond his age, but at this moment, he really felt that he was in line with this age, a little childish.

It is precisely because of this childishness that he is much cuter now.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhan Xunche asked.

"It's okay," Zhou Yejin continued to smile, "I think you are the best."

"Then do you still want me to do this question?" Zhan Xunche looked at him again and asked tentatively.

This kid, who gave him a nosebleed because he wrote his homework for the summer vacation, now offered to help him with his homework.

Zhou Yejin looked at him, and unconsciously focused on his furry head.

He wanted to reach out and rub Zhan Xunche's hair.