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Returning to the classroom after the morning jog, Cang Erdong was trampled on halfway, and his shoes were trampled away by the crowd. After picking it up and putting it on, I staggered back to the classroom.

It's not that he doesn't know that since Fang Qiusheng had conflicts with his classmates because of him, there have been more such harmless pranks.At first, it was just that the homework book was "accidentally" dirty or broken, or someone spilled a puddle of water on the table. The instigator found out that he didn't respond—to be precise, Fang Qiusheng didn't respond, and immediately intensified.

The textbooks were scribbled with ugly words, and some even poured a large amount of red ink; they would be pushed on the road, and everyone pretended not to know when he turned around; they would be thrown in the schoolbag. Garbage, the money in the meal card will be swiped away secretly.

In fact, Fang Qiusheng is still the same, except that he comes to the class more frequently, most of the time he is still elusive, and his relationship with the classmates has deteriorated, most of the time he returns to class to go to and from school with Cang Erdong , or eat together.So as long as the person who does these things is determined to avoid Fang Qiusheng, then as long as Cang Erdong doesn't open his mouth, he will naturally not know about these little tricks.

What's more, there is more than one person.

When Cang Erdong entered the class, he could clearly feel that the discussion in the class had stopped, and the whole class watched him walk back to his seat with his head down.

At first, he thought it didn't matter. After all, he had gotten used to it after these few days. In the end, they didn't dare to do anything out of line with him. It was just a little loss of property and minor troubles. .

But when he approached his desk and smelled the weird smell, he realized that this was already a war that had sounded the horn.

Cang Erdong couldn't even open the table, the honey-colored syrup filled the table, and with the movement of the table, strips of sugar came out. He bit the bullet and moved the books on it, but the syrup followed. As his movements slid deeper, messing things up even worse.

The chat that had stopped started again, as if deliberately using this method to isolate him, Cang Erdong stood alone on the seat and silently covered the table.

No one cared about him, no one would help him, no one was even paying attention to him.

Cang Erdong remembered that Fang Qiusheng had a ball game this afternoon and had to practice in the gymnasium in the morning, and he probably wouldn't come back now, that's why someone would be so blatant.

He stood up, put his glasses on the table, and shuffled out. His deskmate tucked his legs under the table as much as possible, so as to give him a wide enough space without touching himself. .

He was just like usual, with his bangs hanging down so he couldn't see his eyes clearly, and he stood in front of the boy who threw his cake with his usual slowness.

"Snapped."

When the crisp slap sounded, the boy didn't even realize what happened, he just sat on the ground, half of his face turned red like a fire.The class that had just become lively fell into awkward silence again, and someone gasped.

"Fuck, I didn't do it, you fucking...!"

The boy wanted to rush up and beat Cang Erdong, but he had just suffered a few days ago, as long as it was a fight, it would easily leave traces anywhere, and he couldn't afford Fang Qiusheng to teach him another lesson.

"Who? Tell me."

Cang Erdong took a step forward, his eyes were indifferent, as if he couldn't see anyone.

Most of the students in the class felt that Cang Erdong's voice was very unfamiliar. Apart from the connection with Fang Qiusheng, Cang Erdong was too insignificant, and he would never speak a word to solve problems that could be solved without speaking.

At this moment, it sounded that his speech was not as gloomy as his appearance, but rather thin, because his tone was slow and childish.

"I, how the hell do I know who it is, isn't it just sugared! You are sick, Cang Erdong!"

"You'd better tell the truth." Fang Qiusheng, who was supposed to be practicing, appeared behind Cang Erdong, and wrapped her arms around him from behind, "Dongdong is unhappy."

This time, the boy was no longer alone in the panic, and the people around him began to blame each other.

"It was his idea!"

"It's not me, it's not me who did it!"

"I told them not to do it!"

"It has nothing to do with me, don't point at me!"

"Ha ha--"

Fang Qiusheng sat on the desk next to her and applauded loudly, "Students love each other deeply, classmates love each other deeply!"

There was a dead silence in the class, and a few fearful people had already run out. Fang Qiusheng ignored the group of shirkers, but walked to Cang Erdong's seat, lifted his desk out, and threw it behind with a "bang". Next to the trash can, I moved an empty set of desks and chairs from the side, brought my schoolbag and glasses for Cang Erdong, and piled my own textbooks on it.

"It's just right, feel the love at the same table, sit down, Dongdong."

The class bell rang, but the teacher hadn't arrived yet, the homeroom teacher came in with a few students, and saw the mess behind the classroom, and Fang Qiusheng, who was still wearing a basketball uniform and on the table, didn't say anything, just urged the students Hurry back to your seat and get ready for class.

The teacher in charge of the class didn't even glance at the pile of things behind, and started to lecture.

Cang Erdong lay down on the table and didn't listen, Fang Qiusheng also lay down with him, the two of them were so close that Fang Qiusheng could grab a lock of his hair to play with.

"Be good, Dongdong, don't be angry anymore."

Cang Erdong looked at Fang Qiusheng's very close face. There was still sweat on his face. He probably got hot from playing just now. He was wearing a basketball uniform and only a coat on the outside. together.

He and Fang Qiusheng have been classmates for so many years, but this is the first time they have been at the same table.

Before elementary school, Fang Qiusheng's parents were busy, and they ran to make announcements every day, so they didn't have time to take care of him. He was malnourished and thin like a monkey. He always sat in the first row, and was a circle smaller than his deskmate.At that time, Xiao Fang Qiusheng was still a child with a strong desire to express, but he had to raise his hand to answer every question, his voice was loud and clear, and his thoughts were clear. When the teacher praised him, he even secretly glanced at him.

Xiao Cang Erdong really hated his action at that time, because the teacher would inevitably follow his line of sight and click on him. Whether it was reciting or asking and answering, Xiao Cang Erdong was never used to speaking under the gaze of the crowd. , Stumbling, unavoidable training.

"Look at Fang Qiusheng, he has such a positive attitude towards learning, and learns a lot."

"Um……"

"Uh, what, do you hear me?"

Xiao Cang Erdong was taken aback by the sudden harsh tone: "Listen, I've listened."

"Sit down."

After class, Xiao Fang Qiusheng would always come over to apologize: "I'm sorry Dongdong, I will definitely not see you in the future."

"Liar, liar."

"I, well, I can't help it, but I just want to see Dongdong more, I have no other intentions, and I will be more careful in the future!"

"Step aside."

"Where are you going, class is about to start, you can't skip class."

"I want to go to the toilet, you also follow?"

Xiao Fang Qiusheng didn't change his face and his heart beat: "Oh, then I want to go too."

"Then I won't go, you go."

"No, Dongdong, don't hold back, let's go!"

"You are so annoying, I don't want to be with you."

"I'm not annoying, I won't talk anymore, let's go together, Dongdong."

This kind of drama goes back and forth, tirelessly, Fang Qiusheng is like water, pouring into his time, asking him to have his waves all the time.

Later, Fang Qiusheng got a little taller, and sat in the front seat of him when he was seated freely again.

This time the teacher finally didn't criticize him, but it didn't get much better.

"Fang Qiusheng, are you listening to me or Cang Erdong?"

After the boy turned sideways for the first time in class, the teacher finally couldn't bear it anymore and tapped on the blackboard to make a roll call.

"Teacher, it's Cang Erdong listening to him in class." Cang Erdong's deskmate raised his hands, "He's teaching Cang Erdong the subject!"

After hearing this, Xiao Fang Qiusheng didn't feel guilty at all, on the contrary, he looked proud. Xiao Cang Erdong had no doubts, if the tablemate hadn't spoken, he would have answered "Listen to Cang Erdong".

He kicked the opponent's leg under the table, trying to suggest him to turn around, but the opponent became more and more violent, and the whole person turned around, eagerly responding to him.

"Since this is the case, then I will give you a chance. The corridor is so empty, Teacher Fang can start the class by himself."

So the two stood in the cold December wind, the wind was still head-on that day, and it was so cold that people's teeth chattered.After meeting the four passing teachers, especially his favorite art teacher, Xiao Cang Erdong finally broke down and squatted down with his legs crossed.

"Dongdong, are you angry? Dongdong, I won't do this in the future, I promise."

"You promise to have a fart."

Xiao Cang Erdong was about to die of anger, and swear words flew out.

"Dongdong can't swear, are you tired from standing, or cold, let me wear my coat for you!"

Xiao Fang Qiusheng took off his coat, regardless of the other party's struggle, put it on his head, squatted in front of Xiao Cang Erdong, wrapped the clothes tightly, and kept breathing on Xiao Cang Erdong's hand: "This way you can't blow It's windy and warm."

"You wear it yourself." Xiao Cang Erdong struggled, but he couldn't resist the strength of the opponent's hand. After taking off his clothes, his body was as thin as paper, and he didn't know where he got so much strength. "At that time, I'll catch a cold again."

"No, I won't catch a cold, otherwise I will die if I infect Dongdong, or if I can't get close to Dongdong."

As if feeling Xiao Fang Qiusheng's strong desire, the sun, who had been hiding behind the clouds just now, showed his face and sprinkled a golden glow. Xiao Fang Qiusheng's hair was light brown, and he looked at Xiao Cang Erdong eagerly.

Xiao Cang Erdong finally gave up reasoning with him, sighed, and remained still: "What's wrong with you, can you let your godmother take you to treat it?"

This time, Xiao Fang Qiusheng didn't talk to him immediately, but took a few breaths, and leaned closer to him: "It can be cured, Dongdong is my medicine, I will be fine if I have Dongdong."

"You let go..."

Before he could finish the last sentence, Xiao Cang Erdong was locked in Xiao Fang Qiusheng's arms, and the wet and warm touch stuck to the corner of his eyes. Following his stress response, he closed his eyes and came to the eyelids again. The frequency of his eye movements swirled and he clicked his tongue.

"Dongdong's eyes are so beautiful, Dongdong will definitely cure me."

He opened one eye, Xiao Fang Qiusheng smiled at him against the light, and wiped off the remaining saliva on the other eye with his thumb.

"Don't be angry, Dongdong."

When his thoughts came back, Cang Erdong realized that he was staring at Fang Qiusheng in a daze. Seeing that he didn't answer, Fang Qiusheng didn't do anything else, just looked at him with a smile.

Since then, Fang Qiusheng's position has been transferred back to the first row. Later, the other party lived in his house and ran as fast as a bamboo. When he came to his senses, he was already close to 1.9 meters tall, and he was in the last row of professional households.

He could feel the table shaking slightly and Fang Qiusheng shaking his legs.

"Shengsheng, are you cold?"

Fang Qiusheng stopped his movements, stretched out his hand, and held his hand, the touch was rare cold: "Cold."

"Then go out."

"Let's go."

Fang Qiusheng pulled him out, took off Cang Erdong's coat in the corridor - to be precise, it was his coat - put it on, and hugged him in his arms.

The little boy was lying in his arms, with his hands wrapped around his back, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Cang Erdong didn't understand why the people in the class were taking revenge on him, because no matter how it looked, such behavior would only push him even tighter into Fang Qiusheng's arms.

This is a boring battle, and he can predict victory without a single soldier.

The lower abdomen was pressed against the towering utensil, and Cang Erdong felt that the hand stretched out from the mud again, pulling him down until he had no hope of being rescued.