"It's time for class."

Before he could speak, Tang Qiqi interrupted him.

Looking at the person standing there in a daze, Tang Qiqi walked over and pushed him away. "Become a door god?"

By the time Xue Sui reacted, the person had already sat down in his seat.

The name that was about to be shouted out was stuck in my throat.

The decision I made with great difficulty was suddenly shattered, and I felt inexplicably complicated.

After thinking for a moment, he sat back in his seat and resumed his usual indifference, but the person who had just given him a way out had invisibly given him a way out.

Xue Sui turned and walked out of the classroom.

When the bell rang, I just returned to the classroom.

He was holding a bottle of milk in his hand.

"Brother Qi." Xue Sui turned around and asked quietly before the teacher arrived, "You said buying him a bottle of milk as an apology, would he accept it?"

Qi Yan was looking down at his phone. When he heard this, he lazily opened his eyes.

He glanced at the milk on Xue Sui's table and put down his phone.

Leaning lazily on the backrest, the posture is casual but not sloppy.

She can.

But he can't.

He nodded his chin at the milk on Xue Sui's table and curled his hand slightly.

Xue Sui took the milk in his hand with a confused look on his face.

Before I could hold it firmly, it was snatched away.

Then, the person in front of him slowly opened the milk box, and as his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, when he realized what was going on, the milk box he was about to use to apologize turned out to be an empty box.

Xue Sui's eyes widened in shock, and he nearly blurted out "Fuck you" several times, "Brother Qi, don't you dislike drinking milk?"

Qi Yan picked up the empty box in front of him and threw it back, accurately into the trash can.

He drank the entire bottle of milk, which he didn't really like, in one gulp, but remained calm and said, "Yeah."

You drink his milk even though you don’t like it?

Xue Sui's little head was filled with confusion.

Until the teacher finally walked into the classroom, before turning his head, there was a big word "confused" on his face.

Tang Qiqi took off his headphones and reached under the cabinet to take out the textbook for this class.

My hand suddenly touched something.

When I held it in my hand, the bottle was still steaming.

Tang Qiqi calmly put the things back into the cabinet, and glanced around but found nothing unusual.

It is the specialty milk of this small county town, and it was also her favorite milk to drink every day when she came here two years ago.

The English teacher is a middle-aged man of Mediterranean descent.

Tang Qiqi couldn't bear to listen to the poor pronunciation.

I just took out my cell phone from my pocket when I suddenly thought of something and turned to look next door.

The boy was lying on the table, his face buried in his arms, and the hood on his head covered his entire head.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in the middle, isolating it from everything around it.

Thinking of next week's living expenses, Tang Qiqi tightened his grip on the phone.

After hesitating for a long time, he bent down and took out his cell phone.

Turn on the camera and point it towards the boy.

Does lying down count too?

Although he thought so in his heart, the unique cool aura of the lying boy made Tang Qiqi press the shutter button for some unknown reason.

"Crack"

Suddenly, a shutter sound was heard in the quiet surroundings.

At the same time, the person lying on the ground slowly raised his head.

Tang Qiqi cursed inwardly and hid his phone behind his sleeve. His neck was stiff and sore, but he still pretended to be dead and lay on the table, with only the back of his head showing in extreme embarrassment.

Qi Yan, who was woken up, frowned and took off his hat.

The sensitive voice made the word "irritation" written on his handsome face.

The cold black eyes were like a sharp blade, and wherever they swept past, those curious glances disappeared completely.

The hostility emanating from his body seemed to foreshadow the fate of the voyeur if he was caught.