Wine Stuffed Peach

After recovering from his illness, the special student Ning Sui put on his little schoolbag, which was not special at all, and obediently went to school.

During the few days when he was on sick leave, Lao Yang made a greeting call every day. Although Ning Sui had always registered as Beta, as the head teacher, she still knew the truth.

Therefore, when Ning Sui asked to switch seats, Lao Yang agreed to help without thinking too much.

In consideration of protecting the privacy of the students, she didn't directly put Ning Sui and Si Yue together, but shuffled and rearranged the seats of the whole class.

She handed the matter over to Lin Jiheng, the class monitor, emphatically stating that the two must be arranged together. Lin Jiheng went to Si Yue to inquire about the situation in a daze, but only got a sentence that couldn't be more fake, "Study committee member one." Help students in need."

Lin Jiheng: "..."

I believe you ghost oh.

The squad leader who was being teased was very unwilling. Driven by curiosity, Lin Jiheng put his seat behind Si Yue and transferred Ning Sui's former deskmate Lu Sirui to be next to him.

Speaking of which, Ning Sui and Lu Sirui also have a lot of fate.In the first year of high school, they were classmates, and in the second year of high school, they were re-divided into classes and became the same table. But even so, Lu Sirui knew nothing about Ning Sui.

Lin Jiheng missed the second time and was forced to spend 48 painful hours in the torment of the gossip fire.

Therefore, when Ning Sui stepped into the classroom, he almost greeted this unruly guy whom he hated with a friendly smile like never before: "Ning Sui, come, come, your seat is here!"

Ning Sui was taken to his new seat by him. The surprise on his face only stayed for a moment before it turned into a refreshing smile. He naturally took out a piece of chocolate and handed it over: "Thank you, monitor."

The ill-intentioned Lin Jiheng blushed suddenly, the gossip stuck in his throat and he could no longer spit it out, so he had to swallow it mixed with sweet chocolate.

"Ning Sui, why did you burn like this that day? It was so scary." Lu Sirui looked at him worriedly, "Is everything all right now?"

Si Yue, who was sitting at the front table, turned his head, and Ning Sui stopped by Lu Sirui's seat, and gave him a piece of chocolate: "It's okay, it's ready long ago, you helped me move everything on my table." ?"

"There's also Si Yue, we moved together." Lu Sirui said.

This step is good.

So Ning Sui gave Si Yue the last piece of chocolate from Yan Songna, "Thank you."

Si Yue took it, and raised his chin towards the textbooks on the table: "I don't know if I have moved all of them, you should check to see if there are any omissions."

Ning Sui sat stiffly on the empty seat next to him, and flipped through it absent-mindedly: "There is nothing missing, everything is in place."

"That's good." Si Yue nodded, then turned around and picked up a pen to start working on the questions.

Seeing him so calm, Ning Sui also tried his best to restrain the urge to talk nonsense, repeating the sentence "Si Yue doesn't like Omega" over and over again, telling himself to keep his distance.

But in the end, he was still restless. His upper body was straight on the floor on the chair, but his legs did not rest for a moment. He stepped on the table legs and ground the ground for a while, and the ground below his feet was probably 0.01mm bald.

It wasn't until the bell rang that the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom with textbooks and lesson plans. Ning Sui adjusted his mentality a little and felt that he could concentrate on his studies.

With an excellent attitude of studying hard, he took out the unused note pads and various water-based pens in one breath, intending to use them to ignite the flame of knowledge and burn up the wild flowers and weeds jumping up and down in his mind.

Then he heard the teacher say: "I told everyone before that I would bring the textbooks for the first year of high school. Everyone brought them, right? I will use them frequently in the future. From now on, I will teach you new lessons." This will make it easier to review what you have learned before, okay? Okay, let’s start the funeral class.”

Ning Sui, who didn't bring any textbooks: "..."

Si Yue glanced at him clearly, opened his textbook and pushed it over: "Let's read it together."

Sitting in a class by yourself or reading a class with someone, Ning Sui couldn't tell which option was more suffocating for a while.

The Chinese teacher helped him make a decision very considerately: "Which rhetorical method is used in this Sou Si's neck couplet, and which Sou Si in the first year of high school said it? This classmate, you can answer it."

Ning Sui, who was suddenly hit, stood up with a blank expression, and then turned to look at Si Yue with a blank expression.

As expected of the school committee, the school committee quickly turned the textbook to the corresponding page number. Ning Sui looked down and saw that the notes and annotations on it were clear and clear, and they were simply a template for copying homework.

Ning Sui read along and sat down for the rest of his life, only to notice that there was a yellow Pikachu graffiti next to Si Yue's notes.

How fresh it is.

Ning Sui's eyes lit up, and he immediately threw all the distance to his heels: "You still like Pikachu, this drawing is so beautiful!"

"I..." Si Yue paused his fingers, and his eyes subconsciously drifted towards the back of Ning Sui's head, "Well, I like it."

"Is there anything else?" Ning Sui suddenly discovered that Si Yue had the same preferences as himself, and his smile was full of bright surprises, "Can I look through it?"

"Look," Si Yue directly pushed the whole book to him, "I don't even remember where the painting is."

Liar?I just flipped through and found where the poem the teacher asked was. How could I not remember my own painting?

Ning Sui felt that he had understood something—Si Yuegui was the God of A, and the whole Nanqi No. [-] Middle School recognized him as the most A Alpha, how dare he admit that he secretly liked Pikachu in private?

Accidentally glimpsed Si Yue's little secret, Pikachu overtook the car on a curve, and instantly became the cute god in Ning Sui's heart.

He was in a good mood, picked up Si Yue's book and went through it carefully from beginning to end, finding out every yellow-haired electric mouse hidden in it.

In the high school classroom in the morning, everyone was devoting themselves to studying their textbooks, but he was holding the only specially customized comic book in his hand.

Looking at it, his eyes unconsciously fell back to Si Yue's notes.

Si Yue's handwriting is very beautiful, with a unique style and neat and unrestrained style. Putting it together with Pikachu who is different and naive next to him, this person who can only see from a distance suddenly comes alive in front of his eyes.

Ning Sui's heart moved, and he looked at Si Yue pretending to be calm: "Can I take a picture? The painting is so good, I want to learn it too."

Si Yue didn't raise his head, and drew the key points on the new textbook: "Shoot it, don't let the teacher find out."

Ning Sui glanced at him carefully, thinking, he won't find out, not even you.

He secretly took out his mobile phone, took pictures of Si Yue's handwriting and words without missing anything, then returned the book with satisfaction, and began to listen to the class seriously.

Because he was in a good mood, his mind was exceptionally clear. Ning Sui had always disliked Chinese, but he listened to this class very carefully, and even the notes and analysis filled several pages.

After class, he almost couldn't wait to take a photo of his class notes and send them to his parents at the same time: "Look, I'm as good as I am."

Ning Sui's mother, Xia Rong, already knew about her son's physical changes, and she has been very worried for the past two days, with constant news; Ning Sui didn't want them to be too stressed, so he would try to find some relaxing topics.

Not long after the news was sent, Ning Duan called.Ning Sui looked out the window, but he didn't find the teacher for the time being, so he lay down on the table, covered the phone with his body and answered the call: "Hello, Dad?"

Si Yue glanced at him, still holding the pen in his hand, his attention had already fallen on the corridor.

Ning Duan: "Is it better today? What's wrong?"

Ning Sui opened his mouth and said, "It's okay, I'm lively and love to learn."

"Haha, that's good. I'll prepare what you want for lunch and send it to you. Ask Shang Yansong and your classmate to eat together. Go and ask them what they want to eat."

"It's rare for you to cook in person." Ning Sui smiled and rolled his eyes. "Wait, let me ask."

Holding his phone and hiding it by his lap, he raised his head slightly to look at Si Yue: "Do you have anything to do at noon? My dad wants to treat you to dinner, and he brought lunch here. Let's eat together?"

we.

It would be great if Yan Song wasn't here... He silently repeated these two words, and quickly licked his lips.

Si Yue nodded: "Then trouble uncle."

Ning Sui rolled his eyes, leaned his head on his arm, and looked at Si Yue intently: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Si Yue looked at his slightly puffed cheeks when he smiled, and poked the pen tip on the notebook: "Whatever, I can do it."

Ning Suifei wanted to figure out his preferences, so he sat up and leaned back in the chair, closing the distance between the two of them: "Come on, my dad cooks delicious food, it's rare to cook it once, don't tell me He's polite."

With an excuse to cover up his selfishness, there is also a reason to stare at him confidently.

Ning Sui asked with some expectation: "What do you like to eat?"

Si Yue withdrew his gaze from his face, looked out of the window again, and subconsciously stroked the pen with his fingers: "Then the tomato sirloin."

"Okay, I like to eat this too!" Ning Sui directly deprived Yan Song of the right to order, and went back to the table to make a phone call, "Si Yue said he wanted to eat tomato beef brisket, and Yan Song also agreed...well, come again Order soup, green vegetables, etc... That's enough. Okay, I'll wait for you at the entrance of the cafeteria at noon, and we'll come over as soon as school is over."

"Why don't you use WeChat?" Si Yue stopped stalking, turned to him and said, "You can easily be arrested for calling like this."

"My dad likes to make direct calls, he doesn't know how to use WeChat very much," Ning Sui sent Yan Song a message about his meal, and then pretended to add casually, "Suddenly remembered, I haven't added your WeChat yet, come on , I'll sweep you."

"I didn't bring my mobile phone," Si Yue reported his phone number directly, and said casually, "By the way, please save your mobile phone number, and send me a text message."

Ning Sui naturally agreed, he sent a WeChat friend request, and then dialed Si Yue's mobile phone number, and then hung up to save the address book.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He walked out of the classroom holding the hot phone, as if he was hiding in a place when he was a child, and secretly opened a red envelope with an unknown amount.

The air conditioner in the classroom was humming, the gauze curtains were spread loosely by the windows, the sky was blue and clear, and the sun was pouring down.

Si Yue took out the silent cell phone from his school bag, and changed the string of unfamiliar missed numbers into a note with a name and a surname.

The author has something to say:

Duplicity is not what Si Xiaoyue is, and Ning Xiaosui is more important than younger brother Ning Xiaosui