Love perfect score

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Xu Qingqiao received a call from Yan Xiaomu. Yan Xiaomu hesitated for a long time on the phone before Xu Qingqiao understood what he meant.

Probably because today's math papers were too difficult, Yan Xiaomu asked if he could go to him for math tutoring.

This was the first time Yan Xiaomu called him for counseling after the National Day.

Xu Qingqiao was not in the studio, so Yan Xiaomu went to Xu Qingqiao's house for the first time.

To be precise, it's not a home, it's just a rental room.

Before Yan Xiaomu went there, he was very frightened, and made up a lot of rumors about Xu Qingqiao's family, but when he went there, he found that Xu Qingqiao lived alone.

The house is in a residential building next to the studio. It's not very big, but it's more than enough for Xu Qingqiao to live alone.

From the entrance to the living room to Xu Qingqiao's room, there were not many furnishings, but they were cleaned and tidy.

Yan Xiaomu said that he only needed to tutor the math papers, but he still came here with a bulging schoolbag on his back.

Xu Qingqiao returned to the room after smoking a cigarette on the balcony, and saw Yan Xiaomu was still at the desk looking for the math papers in his schoolbag.

"Hey, where's my test paper?"

Yan Xiaomu dug out books one by one and filled Xu Qingqiao's desk, covering all subjects.

"Yan Xiaomu, isn't it heavy for you to memorize so many books?" Xu Qingqiao asked him.

Yan Xiaomu was still looking for his own math papers one by one in a pile of papers. Hearing the sound, he raised his head, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and said innocently, "I'm afraid what if I need to use it?"

"You don't need to bring so many, I have everything you need here." Xu Qingqiao said.

It was only then that Yan Xiaomu noticed Xu Qingqiao's desk.

No wonder Xu Qingqiao never brought back school books. It turned out that he still had a complete set of textbooks at home, which were neatly placed on the corner of the table in a tall stack.

Yan Xiaomu twisted her fingers embarrassingly: "I thought all your books were in school..."

Xu Qingqiao gave up the chair to Yan Xiaomu, moved one in from the living room, and sat down beside Yan Xiaomu, "Didn't you come here to ask about math?"

Yan Xiaomu didn't answer, but asked him: "Xu Qingqiao, are you alone? Where are your parents?"

"I live by myself." Xu Qingqiao took his stack of papers and pulled out tonight's math paper a few times.

"you live alone……"

Yan Xiaomu felt even more stupid. Before he learned how to wash and cook, Xu Qingqiao could earn money and live alone.

Yan Xiaomu played with his tin pencil case with a few fingers, thinking about changing seats after the midterm exam.

Xu Qingqiao covered the paper with one hand and asked Yan Xiaomu if she still did her homework.

"Write, write, write!" Yan Xiaomu wrapped his arms around the paper, including Xu Qingqiao's hand.

It wasn't too hot yet, Yan Xiaomu was wearing a short-sleeved school uniform shirt, the soft flesh under his arms was hot, making the back of Xu Qingqiao's hands itchy.

After talking about two questions, Yan Xiaomu lowered his hairy head and wrote the questions seriously, and kept talking: "Xu Qingqiao, we may not be able to be at the same table after the midterm exam."

Xu Qingqiao's eyes fell on Yan Xiaomu's fair neck that was exposed when he lowered his head to do his homework, and asked lightly, "Have you found a new deskmate?"

Yan Xiaomu didn't raise his head, but shook his head very vigorously, the palm of the hand holding the pen was sweating profusely at some point.

After a while, Yan Xiaomu heard Xu Qingqiao say by his side, "I asked Lao Huang after school if No.1 could choose her own tablemate, and Lao Huang promised me yes."

Just as Yan Xiaomu raised his head, the light in his eyes went out after two seconds, because he soon heard Xu Qingqiao say, "Is that girl from No.2 named Tang Li? She happened to be there when I went to the office." Now, ask me if I want to be at the same table."

Tang Li had the best grades in the class except Xu Qingqiao.

No.1 and No.2 are the same table, a perfect match, Lao Huang can smile crookedly.

Yan Xiaomu's tears fell immediately, and he couldn't stop, washing out a few words that were not done on the paper.

After crying for a while, Yan Xiaomu realized that the side was too quiet, but when he turned around, he saw Xu Qingqiao crossing his arms and looking at him with pursed lips.

Then Xu Qingqiao leaned over, lowered her head and asked him, "So you're going to cry this afternoon?"

"I..." Yan Xiaomu also felt that he was being unreasonable, but his emotions were so complicated that he couldn't analyze it clearly, so he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Xu Qingqiao reached out and took out a piece of paper and stuffed it into his hand, "What do you think, tell me."

Yan Xiaomu took the paper to cover his face, his small face was instantly covered with a slap, and then he took off the wet paper towel, crumpled it into a small ball and held it in the palm of his hand embarrassingly.

Xu Qingqiao took out the ball of paper in his palm and threw it into the trash can next to him. He didn't say anything, and was still waiting for his answer.

I don't know how long it took before Yan Xiaomu finally spoke, with a low mood and a low voice, "I don't want to be separated from you."

Although they had only been together for less than two months, Xu Qingqiao had become a very special existence to Yan Xiaomu. Yan Xiaomu couldn't explain this kind of affection, but he only knew that he liked being at the same table with Xu Qingqiao very much.

Xu Qingqiao remained silent, and straightened the paper in front of Yan Xiaomu, asking him to continue writing.

Xu Qingqiao is not an idler, nor does he have a habit of making up lessons for anyone, Yan Xiaomu is an exception to him, in front of Yan Xiaomu, it seems that a heart can always become very soft.

Before nine o'clock, Yan Xiaomu packed up his things and said he wanted to go home. While packing up, he hesitated and explained to Xu Qingqiao: "I told my mother to go back at nine o'clock. It's getting dark, so I'll walk slower. It's better to go back earlier."

In fact, Lin Xiangyu didn't control him strictly, and he wouldn't say anything when he went back later, but Yan Xiaomu couldn't calm down tonight, he felt that he had become so strange.

Xu Qingqiao offered to send him back, but he refused without thinking.

"No, no, I'll walk back here quickly, and I'll be there in a few minutes."

It contradicts itself again.

Xu Qingqiao didn't say anything and just sent him downstairs.

In the next two days of class, Yan Xiaomu focused on his textbooks and homework, and didn't bother Xu Qingqiao anymore. He didn't even go to watch Xu Qingqiao play in physical education class, but stayed in the classroom to read.

The mid-term exam is coming soon, and this is not the way to study seriously, just skip the questions you don't know, and don't ask Xu Qingqiao if the questions on the whole paper are skipped.

Even Zhang Ming saw Yan Xiaomu's abnormality, and handed Yan Xiaomu a note, asking him if he had a fight with Xu Qingqiao.

Yan Xiaomu blushed, only to realize that he was really abnormal.

After school on Friday, Zhang Ming asked Yan Xiaomu if he could come out to play on weekends. At Zhang Ming's place, the biggest entertainment was to go to the game hall to compete with elementary school students and play the shooting machine. , it turned out that Yan Xiaomu was not as good as a primary school student.

On the weekend, Yan Xiaomu didn't go shooting with Zhang Ming, but went to the library.

As soon as the weekend was over, the mid-term exam was over, Yan Xiaomu held back his energy until the end of the exam, he collapsed once the exam was over, and developed a fever that night.

On Mondays and Tuesdays, Lin Xiangyu asked for leave for him to rest at home on Wednesdays and Thursdays.

A group of Zhang Ming, Chen Xue, Wang Meimei went to see him at the noodle shop, Lin Xiangyu ran upstairs to take a look, and just happened to be sleeping Yan Xiaomu, the group left again.

Back at school on Friday, the grades hadn't come out yet, Yan Xiaomu and Xu Qingqiao were still at the same table.

In class on Friday morning, Yan Xiaomu received a note from Xu Qingqiao for the first time.

Open it carefully, carefully read every word on the note several times.

In fact, it is just a very simple sentence - is your health better?

Realizing that Xu Qingqiao cared about him, Yan Xiaomu's heart trembled several times.

Xu Qingqiao's handwriting was very good, and later Yan Xiaomu flattened the note and put it in a pencil case, pressing it under a few pens, so that every time he opened the pencil case, he could see Xu Qingqiao's concern.

I accepted someone's note, but I just focused on calming down and forgot to reply.

On Friday afternoon, Xu Qingqiao did not leave early for the first time. When the school bell rang, Yan Xiaomu was still sitting in his seat.

When Yan Xiaomu sat back on the chair suddenly, he was in a daze, his head was buzzing, and all the messy thoughts that he had deliberately suppressed for a week flooded up again.

As soon as school ends on Friday, the class empties out very quickly. Zhang Ming knows that Yan Xiaomu is always slow-moving. He never waits for him on Friday. He runs away as soon as school is over, so now there are only a few in the class. The student on duty sweeping the floor in the front row.

No one noticed the turmoil in the last row of the class.

Yan Xiaomu was still in a daze, but had already been turned around and pulled in front of Xu Qingqiao with a chair.

Face to face, Xu Qingqiao looked down at him, his eyes darkened slightly, but his voice was cold, "Yan Xiaomu, are you avoiding me?"

Yan Xiaomu knew that he was too stupid, and Xu Qingqiao was so smart, he would definitely be discovered.

Even though she was prepared, she was still shocked by Xu Qingqiao's cold attitude.

"You..." Yan Xiaomu's mouth froze, "I..."

Xu Qingqiao's voice became gentle again, "I didn't bully you, just speak well."

Yan Xiaomu didn't dare to look into Xu Qingqiao's eyes, so he looked away and whispered, "I'm fine, I'm sorry, I forgot to answer your note."

"Is there anything else?" Xu Qingqiao said.

anything else?Of course there is.

Yan Xiaomu couldn't review a single word in the library last weekend, so he secretly borrowed a few idle books, browsed some content with the fastest reading speed in his life, and then knew where his abnormality was during this time.

Xu Qingqiao just watched Yan Xiaomu's cheeks and ears turn red slowly in front of him, Yan Xiaomu didn't feel it, but in Xu Qingqiao's view, overcooked shrimps were nothing more than this color.

Yan Xiaomu bit his lip and said nothing for a long time, Xu Qingqiao didn't let him go, just leaned on the back of the chair, waiting for his reply.

Xu Qingqiao is too bad, too bad.

Yan Xiaomu thought aggrievedly in his heart why he just fell in love with Xu Qingqiao.

Although he had read a lot of books last weekend to confirm that this sexual orientation was normal, but liking a boy also made Yan Xiaomu at a loss for a while.

In addition to calming himself down, Yan Xiaomu was also afraid that Xu Qingqiao would resent his liking.

Yan Xiaomu was sure that he didn't reveal his mental activities, but for some reason, Xu Qingqiao seemed to see through him, and asked him, "Yan Xiaomu, don't you want to ask me?"

Yan Xiaomu's mouth was faster than his brain, and he still had a dazed expression on his face, but he had already said: "Do you like boys?"

Xu Qingqiao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but only for a moment, then she pursed her lips and said, "Do you know why I never accept gifts from girls?"

why?

Yan Xiaomu's little head turned really slowly.

Before he could figure it out, Xu Qingqiao had already leaned over, and said slowly in front of him, "Because I don't like women."

Yan Xiaomu's face was so hot that Xu Qingqiao actually liked boys too!

Yan Xiaomu's face flushed, he hesitated and said, "Me, me too."

Yan Xiaomu was so stupid that he was tricked into telling all his thoughts.

Xu Qingqiao had doubts before, but it was only now that she dared to be sure of Yan Xiaomu's thoughts.

The two on-duty students went out to sweep the corridor, Xu Qingqiao wanted to end the conversation, and was about to straighten up, Yan Xiaomu's hands were still on the sides of the chair, but his upper body was already in front of him, and his white and delicate face suddenly came infinitely closer.

The next second, Yan Xiaomu's soft lips kissed the corner of Xu Qingqiao's.