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There seemed to be endless candy in the hole of Yan Xiao's wooden table. Xu Qingqiao often heard crunchy chewing sounds coming from around him during class. This person also focused on listening to the teacher's lecture while eating candy, only his cheeks were still bulging.

Xu Qingqiao put his hand on his lap, and Yan Xiaomu stretched out his soft and warm little hand, palm to palm, and put a candy in his hand.

The candy paper is transparent, and the candy inside can be seen to be green, like apple flavor.

Xu Qingqiao didn't like sweets, so he put the candy back into the hole of Yan Xiaomu's table. After a while, Yan Xiaomu touched his hand again, and this time put candy of a different color in his hand.

Xu Qingqiao took a look at him, put away the candy, and Yan Xiaomu frowned, with a flattering smile on his face.

When get out of class was over, Xu Qingqiao realized that there was no free candy in the world, and Yan Xiaomu came over to ask him a math problem again.

Xu Qingqiao was short-sighted, so he gave Yan Xiaomu a complete lecture in 10 minutes after class. Yan Xiaomu looked at the test book with his head down, and his eyes were getting closer and closer to the book. Xu Qingqiao thought he was short-sighted. When I got up, I realized that the man was asleep.

When the class bell rang, Yan Xiaomu suddenly raised his head and saw Xu Qingqiao was drawing his picture again.

It's been half a month since school started, and the two of them haven't communicated too much, most of the time Xu Qingqiao was just drawing his pictures, while Yan Xiaomu sat obediently on the sidelines doing quizzes or reading novels.

A tattered novel was placed in the class, and a group of girls borrowed and borrowed it. The boys also read novels, but they read Ghost Blowing Lantern and Notes on Tomb Raiders.

At first, Yan Xiaomu also read Ghost Blowing Lantern at the instigation of Zhang Ming, but after reading a few chapters, she was so frightened that she ran to sleep with her mother in the middle of the night, and returned the book to Zhang Ming very seriously the next day.

Later, I don’t know when the girls in the class also read the Tomb Raiding Notes. Unlike the boys, the girls didn’t discuss those horrible plots, but only discussed the two male protagonists. Some girls even wrote to them. Article, Yan Xiaomu didn't know it was called fanwen until a long time later.

Xu Qingqiao's drawings were completed one by one, and after the line drawings were completed, they were colored with colored pencils or markers. Yan Xiaomu seemed to be very interested in these drawing tools, and stuck his head on the desk facing Xu Qingqiao. His fingers crossed the line and reached Xu Qingqiao's desk, rolling his colored pencils over and over again.

Xu Qingqiao basically ignored him, since the last time he fell asleep when he was lecturing on the topic, Xu Qingqiao didn't even give him the topic. one time.

Stupid and stupid, it is really not a talent to be cultivated.

But Yan Xiaomu felt that Xu Qingqiao was amazing, good-looking, tall, good at reading, and good at drawing, but there was a man in black at home, which was too scary.

Sometimes Xu Qingqiao didn't draw. The thirteenth middle school's progress was too slow. When he didn't draw, he asked the teacher to mark the key points and memorize the book in advance. Often the progress was still in the first unit, and Xu Qingqiao had already memorized half of the whole book.

Although they are studying liberal arts, liberal arts students in the second year of senior high school still need to pass the physical and chemical tests, so the liberal arts class still has a few science classes every week.

When Yan Xiaomu was in his freshman year of high school, the science exams were filled up every time, and he used up several sheets of draft paper, but he failed in the results. Zhang Ming's paper was clean, and his scores were even higher How much is Xiaomu.

Xu Qingqiao soon discovered that Yan Xiaomu was "bribing" him clumsily, slipping a candy into his palm, and then looked down at him like an obedient puppy.

There is another topic for him to teach.

Xu Qingqiao didn't want to waste time, so she pushed Tang back and told him to go to the teacher.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Ming turned to look at Xu Qingqiao. It's been a while since school started, and after realizing that Xu Qingqiao was not as mysterious and scary as he imagined, he became more courageous, snatched Yan Xiaomu's paper angrily, and opened his mouth, "I'll teach you!"

After finishing the test, Zhang Ming calmed down, patted the paper back on Yan Xiaomu's desk, and said the best thing to do: "Come on, let's go to the office to find the teacher."

Yan Xiaomu ran back and forth to the office several times for a topic, and finally the teacher lost his patience, and even Lao Huang scolded him for not paying attention to the class.

Yan Xiaomu came back from the office for the last time and said nothing about going to the teacher.

In Lao Huang's history class, Yan Xiaomu lowered his head as soon as the class started, and after a while, he lay down on the table and remained motionless.

It was rare for Xu Qingqiao to see Yan Xiaomu's listless appearance in class, so she touched his arm, wanting to see his reaction.

Yan Xiaomu raised his face from his arms a little, his hair was disheveled in front of his forehead, a red mark was pressed on his cheek, his eyes were blurred, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Xu Qingqiao looked down into his eyes and knew that he had just cried.

If someone was criticized by the teacher, Xu Qingqiao didn't even bother to talk to him, but this person looked too obedient. It's not that he didn't work hard in his studies, but his understanding was poor.

Seeing that there were still wet tears on his face, Xu Qingqiao asked him, "Where's the handkerchief?"

Yan Xiaomu sniffed, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and said hesitantly, "Mom took it to wash."

Xu Qingqiao took out a tissue from his pocket and gave it to him, Yan Xiaomu took it, spread a small piece of tissue into a large sheet, just like using a handkerchief, pressed it on his face, and let out a satisfied breath.

In less than 5 minutes, Yan Xiaomu handed over a colorful fruit candy and put it in the hole of Xu Qingqiao's table.

Xu Qingqiao didn't say anything, she took apart the fruit candy and put it in her mouth for the first time.

It's been a long time since I ate such a sweet thing. Xu Qingqiao thought of Ms. Shen Rong. She also likes sweets. She always said that when he grows up, she will have time to open a gallery. When the gallery holds events, she must do it herself. Make drinks and snacks.

Although Xu Qingqiao is still studying now, the money he earns from drawing illustrations is enough to support himself every month, and he no longer needs to take money from Xu Ruhai. I don't know if this counts as growing up as Shen Rong said.

Seeing that Xu Qingqiao finally ate the candy, Yan Xiaomu was very happy. He didn't want to show it too obviously, but he was someone who couldn't hide his emotions, and the corner of his mouth twitched for the whole class.

In the last physical education class on Thursday afternoon, Zhang Ming dragged Yan Xiaomu to the equipment room to find a table tennis racket. He found the table tennis racket but did not occupy the table tennis table. In the end, the two of them could only squat on the edge of the playground and watch others play basketball.

Yan Xiaomu immediately saw Xu Qingqiao in the crowd, Xu Qingqiao is so tall and has long legs, Xu Qingqiao is so handsome in a white shirt and school uniform, Xu Qingqiao shoots the ball so accurately, can he make it from such a distance!

Yan Xiaomu was overjoyed, wishing to shout loudly in everyone's ears: The most handsome white shirt on the field is my deskmate.

Seeing that the person beside him was smiling so blindly, Zhang Ming hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? What are you laughing at? I want to laugh too."

Zhang Ming thought there was news, so he looked around for a long time wondering where Yan Xiaomu was looking. When he saw Xu Qingqiao, he curled his lips and said, "This person can also play basketball."

Seeing Yan Xiaomu's giggling non-stop, Zhang Ming quickly poured cold water on him: "What are you laughing at, don't look at his well-dressed clothes, he might be a well-dressed beast, otherwise everyone would be afraid of him."

At this time, someone bumped into Xu Qingqiao on the field, and Zhang Ming immediately added fuel to the scene: "Just wait, Xu Qingqiao will ask someone from another school to beat him after school."

Yan Xiaomu knew that Xu Qingqiao didn't always have a smile on his face. Now that Zhang Ming threatened him a few words, he felt a little scared and said in a low voice, "No way...he's not fierce."

Zhang Ming nuzzled and said: "Have you seen Hong Kong movies? The devil who kills people behind his back is the one who is usually the most approachable."

Yan Xiaomu remembered the rainy night murder movie he had just watched during the summer vacation, the black sack was placed on the head...

When Xu Qingqiao returned to the classroom after playing basketball, Yan Xiaomu was packing his schoolbag. When he looked up and saw him, his body shrank obviously, and even his eyelashes trembled violently.

If it were someone else, Xu Qingqiao would have been familiar with it. A few gossips and hearsay can make unfounded things very realistic, which is a common problem in small places.

But Xu Qingqiao knew that Yan Xiaomu was different from others.

Xu Qingqiao sat back in his seat, bent down and turned Yan Xiaomu's chair in the opposite direction, asking him to face her, then dragged him with the chair in her direction, telling him to get closer to her, and then slowly asked: " What's wrong?"

Xu Qingqiao had just finished playing, and the sweat on his forehead was still wet. The wind outside the window revealed his smooth forehead, making his facial features and contours even more perfect. Sweat slid down the straight bridge of the nose and sharp jawline. Even the eyes that stare at people are a bit deep.

The classroom was almost empty, only a few students on duty were left playing tricks with brooms, the fan rolled up the fine dust in the air, the invisible particles shone golden in the afterglow of the sunset, Xu Qingqiao turned his back to the window, and half of the setting sun stayed in his On broad arms.

Facing Xu Qingqiao, Yan Xiaomu's face was illuminated by the setting sun outside the window, and the orange light lingered on his plump and moist lips, and then disappeared as he pursed his lips.

Yan Xiaomu's eyes widened a bit, as if he hadn't reacted yet, and seemed to be in a daze, and it took him a long time to say: "It's nothing."

Not even lying.

Xu Qingqiao deliberately made trouble, pinched his wrist with a lower hand, exerted a little strength, and said in a low voice: "Are you so afraid of me?"

Yan Xiaomu froze half of his body, shaking his head hastily, it seemed that he had been hit.

Xu Qingqiao suppressed a smile and looked down at him: "I said I won't bully you, why don't you believe me?"

"I believe it, I believe it!" Yan Xiaomu hurriedly replied.

I was still scared at first glance.

When Xu Qingqiao had had enough teasing, she let go of him, straightened up and pushed his chair back to its original position, her expression expressionless again.

Yan Xiaomu was scared. As soon as Xu Qingqiao let go of him, he got up from the chair with a bang, took out the packed schoolbag from the table hole, and ran out of the classroom with it before he could carry it on his shoulder.