Sun Wenqu often gets fucked, saying something that makes people unprepared and doing something that catches people off guard. But Fang Chi never expected that Sun Wenqu would do such a thing in the process of writing English model essays so serious.

The soft and wet touch brought a small whirlwind, and it came soon, and almost stopped, leaving with the small storm again.

But Fang Chi was still overturned to the ground by the powerful force brought by this sudden gentle touch.

He leaned back suddenly, and the chair fell backwards as well.

shock.

confused.

Fear.

There is no time to get angry.

He fell to the floor with a clang, including the man and the chair.

Sun Wenqu was still half lying on the table, tilting his head, holding a pen in his hand, and had no chance to speak. Fang Chi supported the ground with his hands as soon as he fell to the ground, and he jumped up from the ground and stood steadily at the table.

Good skills!

Then he punched Sun Wenqu in the face.

Good kung fu!

Before Sun Wenqu could recover from his star-eyed look on the table, he heard Fang Chi hitting the table, kicking the chair and hitting the door and running out with a loud noise.

When he covered the corners of his eyes and raised his head, he heard the living room door closing with a slam.

"Damn," he said in a low voice with a frown, held his arms and looked for a while, sighed and leaned back on the table, closing his eyes.

Fang Chi felt that he almost didn't use his legs to help him kick it and flew out of the yard wall. This was the fastest time he had been running home in so many years, and it was after a day of training.

The cold wind rushes into his clothes from the collar, his whole body is frozen and he can't hear anything in his ears. There is only the whistling sound of the wind, and he runs downstairs before he slows down.

While walking upstairs with a heavy breath, I felt my mind still buzzing. All my thoughts disappeared and were discounted and turned into Sun Wenqu's unpredictable touch.

He felt a little dizzy when he opened the door and entered the room, so he lay down on the sofa.

There was a whistle next to his arm, and then he was scratched hard.

"Oh," Fang Chi took a quick look. Mr. Huang was squeezed between his arm and the backrest of the sofa, which scared him, "I didn't mean it!"

Mr. Huang ignored him, turned around and rushed to the refrigerator and sat down.

"Sorry...ah..." Fang Chi sighed long and closed his eyes to relieve his dizziness.

He couldn't tell what he was thinking now, and he couldn't tell what he felt specifically, so he felt confused.

It was as if it had fallen into the haystack, and I was so drowsy that I didn't know what was going on. I just fell to the Qu family when I fell...

When he thought of Sun Wenqu, he immediately felt like he was poked by countless hot needles. His whole body was hot and pricked, and there was a kind of numbness caused by palpitations.

Yes, the clearest feeling is palpitations.

My heart beats very fast and I'm afraid.

nervous.

disturbed.

Fang Chi doesn't remember how he fell asleep that night. When he woke up in the morning, he found that he was still lying on the sofa and never moved.

He sat on the sofa with a little heavy head and had to hold it in his hands.

After holding it for ten minutes, he slowly woke up, washed up and changed his clothes to go to school.

but……

No schoolbag, no books, no homework, nothing.

All were thrown at Sun Wenqu’s house.

The only mobile phone I brought from Sun Wenqu’s family yesterday was because I put it in my pocket before.

Fang Chi sat back on the sofa and sighed. What happened last night was like a tide, making him a little overwhelmed.

He held his cell phone and posted it at Sun Wenqu's name for a long time. Finally, he stood up, prepared cat food for Mr. Huang and went out.

Let’s just talk about schoolbags and other things. Today I can borrow someone else’s use.

Fang Chi shook his hands out the door.

When I got to the school, I remembered that not only did I lose my schoolbag, but also the wallet in my schoolbag. He is now penniless.

"Fuck." Fang Chi cursed quietly, and could only wait at the intersection of the school.

After standing for less than two minutes, Xu Zhou came over with a small battery. He was about to shout, but suddenly hesitated again when he saw Xiao Yiming sitting behind him.

"Fang Chi!" Xu Zhou saw him, shouted and drove over and parked in front of him, "What are you doing here?"

"... Are you rich?" Fang Chi said, "Let me lend me some."

"How much do you want?" Xu Zhou immediately pulled his schoolbag and fetched his money.

"Two hundred." Fang Chi said that in fact, eating breakfast can bring happiness with ten yuan, but considering that he didn't know when he would have the courage to go to Sun Wenqu to get his schoolbag...

"You kill me," Xu Zhou stopped and looked at him, "Why don't we squat at the door of the third small school, the primary school students have money now."

"Then..." Fang Chi thought about taking ten dollars to eat breakfast.

"I have it." Xiao Yiming said in the back seat and got out of the car.

"Take..." Fang Chi said a word and quickly stopped him. He brought it. He usually said that before, but this time he paused and said, "Let me."

Xiao Yiming didn't say anything and took two hundred out of his pocket and gave it to him.

"I'll go to park first." Xu Zhou drove to the school first.

Fang Chi and Xiao Yiming stood on the side of the road, a little embarrassed.

"Have you eaten?" Fang Chi asked.

"No," said Xiao Yiming, "those who want to eat wontons."

"Then go and eat," Fang Chi was about to cross the street. The wonton shop was diagonally opposite. The big meat wontons were very delicious. "I'll treat you."

"Yes." Xiao Yiming nodded.

Just as we were about to cross the street, a taxi drove over and stopped in front of them, blocking the way across the street.

Fang Chi frowned and was about to get around. The door opened and someone got out of the car.

"It's really like this that I came to school." The man said.

Fang Chi was stunned, turned his head and saw Sun Wenqu, with obvious bruises on the corners of his eyes, probably because he punched him yesterday.

So powerful?

Still slapped the eye?

"Give it." Sun Wenqu took out his schoolbag from the car and threw it over while yawning.

Fang Chi took the schoolbag, and Xiao Yiming stood beside him. He didn't know what to say... In fact, he didn't know what to say if Xiao Yiming was not on the side.

"Thank you." Finally, I only said this.

"You're welcome." Sun Wenqu glanced at them, turned around and sat back into the car, and the car drove away.

"I thought... your schoolbag had been thrown into the classroom." Xiao Yiming looked in the direction of the car.

Fang Chi didn't say anything, threw the schoolbag on his back, and stuffed the two hundred dollars back into Xiao Yiming's pocket.

The two of them crossed the street silently, entered the store silently, and ordered two large bowls of wontons to eat silently. Xiao Yiming looked up several times to talk, but in the end he didn't speak.

Fang Chi didn't know what he wanted to say, but in Xiao Yiming's eyes, he should be the case that he had forgotten to take his schoolbag after spending night with a man. It was nothing to change someone, but it was Xiao Yiming.

If it were the same relationship as before, Xiao Yiming would have asked a question long ago.

The class this morning was so painful. I was not sleepy, tired, confused or hungry. I just stared at the teacher, and my mind was filled with tension from time to time, and my heart was jumping a few times.

The constant uneasiness that came from deep inside made him no longer sleepy even in English class, staring at the teacher in a daze, and was shocked.

When talking about the paper, Liang Xiaotao took the paper on his desk to look at it. With just this action, he almost jumped up from the chair.

"What's wrong?" Liang Xiaotao was also startled and whispered, "I'll just look at your paper."

"Look." Fang Chi pulled his collar.

Liang Xiaotao glanced at him strangely, looked down at his paper, and when he turned to the composition topic behind, he suddenly turned his head: "Who wrote this for you? The handwriting is so good."

"Hmm?" Fang Chi turned his head and looked at the paper.

He was stunned at first sight. The composition topic had been written, a string of round and fat circles. It was written by Sun Wenqu. He didn't say anything, and he took out other papers and homework from his schoolbag. He found that Sun Wenqu had not had time to tell him the questions yesterday.

"Where are some people who can help you do your homework?" Liang Xiaotao tsk. She was very good at English. She looked at the composition a few times and then tsk. "I'm still a top student."

Fang Chi didn't say anything.

He didn't go to have dinner after school at noon, and he tried to sleep on the table, but he didn't succeed.

What’s amazing is that he is not sleepy when he was self-study in the afternoon. When the teacher came to answer the questions, he was full of energy. However, he didn’t hear much of what the teacher said, so he stared at the questions Sun Wenqu had done for him in a daze.

He didn't hate Sun Wenqu. Of course he hated it at first, but later he didn't hate it anymore. He thought that Sun Wenqu should have a high IQ, but his emotional intelligence was malnourished. Although he was very childish and liked to make trouble, he was very kind.

A lonely snake egg can help people do their homework.

But no matter how good his impression of Sun Wenqu was, he was extremely resistant and unacceptable to this matter. As long as he thought about it, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
To be continued...