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The elevator's small radio made a ding-dong sound, and the elevator door swung open.

Su Mu walked out of the elevator door and was taking out the keys. When he saw that the door was open, he became vigilant. He remembered that it was closed when he went out.

Step lightly, lean on the edge of the door with one hand, and poke your head inside.On the carpet at the door are a pair of men's leather shoes and a pair of high heels, and the two pairs of slippers on the shoe rack are missing.Walking in slowly, the sofa in the living room still had a dent that hadn't been recovered. It could be seen that the person had been sitting for a long time and had just left.Two cups on the coffee table were taken down, and there was still water in them.There was a "creaking" sound of feet stepping on the wooden floor behind him. Before Su Mu could turn around, he put a hand on his shoulder and heard him say, "Son, you are back."

Su Mu turned his head: "Dad, where is Mom?"

There was a "da da" sound from the short corridor connecting the living room and the bedroom, and then it became hurried.

"Son, you're back." Mom threw herself on Su Mu and put her arms around her neck, "Miss Mom?"

Su Mu patted his mother on the back: "Of course I did. But Mom, your son is about to be strangled to death."

Mom let go of her hand: "Son, Mom misses you so much. I'll cook tonight."

Su Mu's parents are very busy at work. When they were in Su Mu's primary school, their focus was still in China, and they were not very busy. After entering junior high school, they gradually turned to foreign countries, and they also became busy in the past two years.

At the dinner table, Su Mu asked, "How long will you be back this time?"

"About half a month."

Mom asked: "Mumu, how is your school?"

"It should be ok. Needless to say, the quality of teaching, but I haven't visited the others yet. The school..."

"Wait, Mumu." Mom stopped, "Mom didn't really want you to introduce the school, we all knew about it, I still want to ask how the atmosphere in the class is, is there anyone you can talk to?"

Su Mu is not interested in making friends or not. He makes friends if he has a destiny, and he doesn't make friends if he doesn't have a destiny.The relationship between him and every student in the class is indifferent, nodding acquaintances.Su Mu himself quite likes this kind of life. He doesn't need many friends and no one bothers him.It's just that his parents feel that Su Mu is so easy to be lonely, and they are usually busy with work and can't accompany him. It is very distressing to see the child alone.

Su Mu recalled today and thought of Qi Ze: "Yes."

My mother was very happy, and happily cooked a few more dishes.

Su Mu was sitting at the desk reading a book, when his phone ding-dong, he opened it and saw that it was Qi Ze who had added him as a friend.

As soon as Su Mu agreed, he sent a message from the other side.

Qi Ze: Deskmate, good evening.

Su Mu: ok

Qi Ze: Do you know the class group? I seem to have misremembered the class group number.

Su Mu: Then why did you add me.

Qi Ze: I asked for it from someone else.

Then why don't you ask him for it.

Su Mu: Oh.

Su Mu: Then I will send you the group number.

The next morning, Su Mu woke up feeling drowsy. He was a little addicted to reading yesterday and went to bed late.

The school is full of noise and noise, and every class is very lively.

Su Mu walked to the seat and sat down. There was a candy on the table.He picked it up, glanced at Qi Ze's position, and smiled slightly.He tidied up his books and lay down to sleep. A good day starts with catching up on sleep.

The self-study started early, the students were quiet, and Su Mu slept more soundly.After class, Su Mu finished his sleep and took a sip of water, but his deskmate hadn't come yet.

Until the moment the class bell rang, his deskmate appeared at the back door.

With sweat on the tip of Qi Ze's nose, he pulled away the chair and sat down: "I'm so hot."

"You've been late for a long time, and the morning self-study is over." Su Mu looked up at him.

"It's not that I'm playing, I'm just skipping my morning self-study."

Su Mu yawned and rubbed his eyes: "You like playing ball so much."

"That's not true. I just started school, and I had nothing to do for self-study early, so I went to play." Qi Ze took out his book and said, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"No, I went to bed late." He said while shaking his head.

The representative of the mathematics class stood at the door of the class: "In the afternoon, the math class and the self-study class are combined with a quiz. Everyone, let's prepare."

The students rolled their eyes and breathed out their fragrance.

"We've just started school, why are we taking exams?"

The math class representative replied: "See if you have wasted your summer vacation. I guess you didn't do your summer homework."

"Ha, who knows how to write, of course summer vacation should be fun."

"Reassigning classes and not accepting homework, who will write."

"Fuck, I don't even remember when it's over."

"It's dead, the summer vacation is all about playing."

"Otherwise, they all fail the exam, so they won't be scolded too harshly, and they all scold them together."

"Big brothers who still remember, please hide your strength first, I don't want to be scolded bloody."

Qi Ze leaned against the back of the chair, swayed the chair, and stepped on the beam under the table: "Students, why panic. Those who can be admitted are all powerful people, and they can write even with the touch of their hands."

Su Mu turned his head and asked, "Do you rely on hand feeling in the exam?"

Qi Ze said: "That's right, if you feel good, you can get a good grade in the exam."

The front desk heard asking: "Does it feel bad?"

"I haven't felt bad yet."

"The volume is closed." The class representative sat on the podium and said.

"Wait, wait, I'm almost done. I'm almost done. Give me another 2 minutes."

"Hand it over, don't make things difficult for others."

……

"Whoa, I almost finished writing."

"Be content, I still have two questions to write."

"I'm afraid I will be played in mixed doubles when I go home. My heart hurts."

Qi Ze asked: "Are you at the same table going home directly?"

Su Mu was stunned: "Otherwise?"

"It's okay, I'll just ask." Qi Ze jumped up from his seat, "Then I'm going to play basketball, stay safe at home, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Qi Ze: At the same table, watch the sunset.

Qi Ze: [picture]

Su Mu: It can be seen from the photos that it is very beautiful.

Su Mu: But your photography skills need to be improved.

Qi Ze: Don't pay attention to the details.

Qi Ze: Just look good.

Qi Ze: [Video]

Su Mu: What happened to the ants?

Qi Ze: If I throw candy to them, will they move away?

Su Mu: You can try it.

Qi Ze: Forget it, don't try.

Qi Ze: Have you finished your homework?

……

The students in the class are still talking.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, as if every step was killing enemies.

Lin Lin threw the test paper on the podium, folded his arms and said, "I know you guys will not do well in the test this time. I didn't expect you to do so poorly in the test! Those with high scores will get full marks, and those with low scores will fail. How can you do that?" Written! Did you return all the knowledge in more than two months? Ah!"

Qi Ze whispered to his deskmate in the audience.

"Qi Ze! Do you think you can speak in class if you do well in the exam this time!"

Qi Ze actually smiled at her, probably because he wanted to be dunked.

Lin Lin calmed down, and continued to talk about the test paper: "This question is a point-based question, and there are still people who are wrong! Stand up for those who are wrong. I can't be the only ones who have changed. Check with each other at the same table. As long as the points are deducted Stand up for me. You copy this question ten times, copying the question and answer together. Give it to me before school, and double the number of unpaid questions.”

"Damn it, didn't I just make a typo, and I have to copy this too. She and I are at odds with language." Qi Ze scolded while copying.

"Hurry up and write, the time is coming." Su Mu closed the pen cap and glanced at the notebook under his hand, "I still need to practice your character, only the name is good-looking."

The teachers of various subjects were studying the math teacher to take the exam, and the students in the third class were caught in the cycle of exam, scolded, exam, scolded.

"Comrades, did you see the look in the eyes when the class next door passed by our class?"

"There are four points of pity in their eyes, three points of embarrassment, two points of gloating and one point of ridicule."

"Is it a fan chart?"

Two days passed.

"My friends, the class next door is going to do the same. Oh ho ho."

"Hahaha, looking at their eyes now reveals five points of resentment, three points of desolation and two points of embarrassment."

"It must have been struck by lightning, ahaha."

Suddenly, someone was acting up, with exaggerated movements and a cadenced tone: "Oh, my dear Sanban, I'm sorry, we shouldn't have laughed at you. Now I regret it so much, how could Nayazi laugh at you back then."

"It doesn't matter if you are in the next class, you are the same anyway."

"Evil mother buys a mask."

"Hahaha, what are you doing?"

"Please don't show it again."

Qi Ze looked at them and suddenly suggested: "Students, let's go to the next class for a while, we can't just be looked at."

"Okay, let's go."

Then he was beaten back with a smile.

The last get out of class in the morning was over, and all the students ran fast.

Qi Ze sighed: "Look at this group of people, it seems that if you go late, you will have no food."

Su Mu was still bowing his head while writing the question and said a perfunctory "Yeah".

Qi Ze looked at Su Mu who was still writing exercises and said, "Let's go, let's eat."

"Well, wait until I finish writing this question."

Qi Ze took Su Mu's arm: "Go eat first, and write later."

Su Mu took Qi Ze's hand, but didn't take it away: "I'm almost done writing."

"Studying at the same table is very important, but let's go to eat first, and there will be no good food if we go late." Qi Ze also rubbed Su Mu's hair, thinking, it's soft.

Su Mu pretended to straighten his hair, pulled some ear tips that covered the redness, and said, "Don't touch your head, you won't grow taller." What's wrong with this man, just touch his head if you have nothing to do.

Qi Ze couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Yo, I didn't expect you to believe this."

Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous breath: "What's wrong?"

Suddenly Qi Ze felt that his deskmate might not be as soft and cute as his appearance, and his desire to survive made him react immediately: "It's nothing, I think it must be reasonable to say so." After speaking, he immediately showed a flattering smile.

"Come on, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

"Su Xiaomu, the sweet and sour pork ribs are all yours." As he said that, Qi Ze put all the ribs into some bowl one by one.

"You don't like sweet and sour pork?"

"do not like."

Su Mu asked, "Then why do you want this dish?"

"Don't you like to eat?" Qi Ze couldn't help laughing, "I think you don't seem to have enough of this every time you eat."

Su Mu was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

Qi Ze smiled brightly: "Because you still suck your chopsticks when you finish eating the last piece of ribs, only this dish will be eaten clean, and don't you like sweet ones. I have tasted the sweet and sour pork ribs at school, they are super delicious. Sweet."

Su Mu was dazzled by his smile, eating Qi Ze's sweet and sour pork ribs, a different feeling rose in his heart.

Qi Ze pointed to the untouched dishes in Su Mu's bowl and said, "Picky eaters are not a good habit, right, picky eaters."

Su Mu frowned, pursed his lips, and ate the vegetables with a bitter expression on his face, as if he was taking poison.

In the evening self-study, the Chinese teacher asked Qi Ze to go to the office.

"I'll go, right? I just said a bad word about Chinese, so that's not bad." Qi Ze scratched his head, "It's not like that."

Su Mu replied: "People have to be responsible for their own words. Look at you being struck by lightning."

Qi Ze smiled and rubbed Su Mu's hair: "I'll have a good chat with you when I get back."

Qi Ze knocked on the door and called out to report to the Chinese teacher: "Teacher."

"You are here." The Chinese teacher took out a test paper from a plate, "Look at your test paper. You didn't endorse it."

Qi Ze didn't answer.

"Okay, call your deskmate over."

"Qi Ze, what are you doing? Why did the teacher ask me to supplement your Chinese?" Su Mu still had a look of bewilderment on his face.

Qi Ze held up three thumbs, index finger and middle finger: "I hereby declare that I did nothing. The teacher said that my Chinese is too bad, so I asked you to help me."

After Qi Ze finished speaking, Su Mu didn't reply, and lowered his head to write something.

Qi Ze was a little nervous. After contemplating for a while, he leaned over and asked, "What are you writing? Why didn't you speak? Are you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Su Mu wondered, "I'm writing your tutoring plan. Since I promised the teacher, I will do things well." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to write.

Um?Didn't the teacher tell him to pull his back?What tutoring?Although he was puzzled, Qi Ze couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy's serious eyebrows, and rubbed his hair: "Then I will leave my Chinese to you, Teacher Xiao Su."