Class time is not suitable for small talk.
Meng Ruihe looked at the upright figure in front of him and lowered his eyes in thought.
Friday happened to be Yan He and Qiao Qing's day to clean the classroom.
Usually there is someone to clean for Yan He, but strangely, Yan He didn't leave today.
"You wipe the blackboard, I'll do the rest."
Yan He walked past Qiao Qing, took the bucket from her hand, and went straight to the bathroom to get some water.
Qiao Qing was happy and at ease.
As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I saw a figure in front of me.
Yan He's eyes suddenly deepened and he smiled, "School is over, why don't you leave?"
As familiar as an ordinary greeting.
Meng Ruihe put one hand in his pocket, leaned lazily against the wall, turned his head to look at Yan He. There was a bright smile on his angular face, but his eyes were slightly cold.
"Mr. Yan has been increasingly interested in meddling in my affairs lately."
Yan He laughed suddenly, his thin lips curled up in a slightly mocking arc, "Hasn't Young Master Meng become more and more fond of interfering in other people's relationships recently?"
The two people were originally mortal enemies, and now they dislike each other even more.
The collision of their eyes seemed like a war would break out at any time.
Meng Ruihe stared at Yan He with his dark eyes for a long time, and raised the corners of his lips, "Mr. Yan, what you said seems a bit sour, right?"
He turned his eyes away and said nonchalantly, "Besides, who knows who is interfering with whom."
Yan He was filled with anger, but he didn't express it. He looked at him solemnly and warned, "Meng Ruihe, there are some things that are beyond your bottom line."
He didn't know whether Meng Ruihe was involved with Qiao Qing because he wanted to go against him.
"I don't want to involve a third person in our matter."
Meng Ruihe sneered.
He stood up straight, facing Yan He, his back as straight as a white pine.
"I never thought there was anything going on between you and me. Even if there was, I can't remember it. So how can we talk about whether we were involved or not?"
It's no secret that Yan He has always been against him since he was a child.
But it has not yet reached the point of deliberate revenge.
Besides, with so many ways to take revenge, is it necessary for him to involve Qiao Qing?
Yan He's eyes suddenly became dangerous, like a ferocious wolf ready to pounce.
I have disliked Meng Ruihe for a long time. Meng Ruihe's expression really looks like he deserves a beating.
He slowly clenched his long knuckled fingers into a fist.
Meng Ruihe looked at him with a smile on his face, his eyes turned up, the depths of his pupils were dark, like an abyss with no bottom.
It was this kind of smile that looked particularly provocative.
The surrounding environment suddenly became tense, as if a fierce war was about to break out.
Yan He took a slight step forward.
At this time, Qiao Qing came out from the front door.
A pair of watery eyes looked at the two people confronting each other, full of confusion, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to fill the water? Aren't you going to clean up?"
The atmosphere suddenly returned to normal.
Yan He turned around and looked at Qiao Qing with a smile, and replied casually: "Right away, I'll go get some water."
But when he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes instantly turned cold.
"Make way."
Meng Ruihe shrugged and took a step back.
He moved his slender fingers, and the sound of joints rang out. The smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningful, "What a pity, what a pity."
Just as Yan He couldn't stand Meng Ruihe, he had also been unable to stand Yan He for a long time.
Qiao Qing approached Meng Ruihe, raised her fair little face, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a hint of doubt, "What a pity."
Her bright and lively eyes were filled with twinkling gleams of light, as charming as the most beautiful spring scenery.
Meng Ruihe was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and the smile on his lips suddenly became much more sincere, "It's a pity that I'm not the one cleaning today."
Qiao Qing blatantly looked at Meng Ruihe, who was about 1.8 meters tall. He turned his eyes and looked at Meng Ruihe with a smile. His eyes were full of cunning, just like a little fox who was always planning bad things.
"Stretch out your hand."
Meng Ruihe smiled and stretched out his hand, jokingly saying, "I have a bad feeling."
Qiao Qing handed the blackboard eraser in his hand to Meng Ruihe.
"Don't feel sorry. Since you love labor so much, I'll bear with it for a while."
The corners of her eyes turned up, and her pupils instantly turned into crescents.
Meng Ruihe was a little amused.
"I don't think you look wronged."
She looked at him eagerly, obviously very happy.
Qiao Qing had a stern face and pursed her pink lips, "Hurry up and work, we have to go home later."
The fair and tender face did not look dangerous at all even with a serious expression, which was a little different from her usual bright and smiling face.
Meng Ruihe picked up the blackboard eraser helplessly.
Qiao Qing was happily directing from the side, smiling, "The bottom hasn't been wiped yet."
"Yes, on the left."
"There's still a little bit on the right."
Meng Ruihe stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Qiao Qing, as if he had discovered something interesting. He said in surprise, "Qiao Qiao, there is something on your head."
"ah?"
Qiao Qing's fair face was full of confusion when she heard this. She touched the top of her head and asked, "What is that? Where is it?"
Meng Ruihe waved at Qiao Qing, "It hasn't fallen off yet, come here, I'll help you."
Qiao Qing took a few steps forward obediently.
"Isn't it right here?"
Meng Ruihe picked up the two blackboard erasers he had prepared, and when Qiao Qing wasn't paying attention, he slammed them hard, and the area in front of him became foggy and covered with chalk dust.
After the filming, he left a message saying "I was just kidding, how could you be so gullible?" and ran away.
Qiao Qing yawned several times at once, wiped his face with his sleeve, his watery eyes were filled with anger, and his thin lips were pursed.
"Meng Ruihe."
She chased in the direction of Meng Ruihe.
Meng Ruihe was on that side of the table, and Qiao Qing was on this side of the table.
Neither of them could do anything to the other.
Qiao Qing stood up straight, clasping his hands, "Are you childish?"
“Hey.”
Meng Ruihe disagreed. He looked at Qiao Qing, his dark eyes full of teasing: "You are the one chasing me, how can you say I am childish?"
Qiao Qing bit her lips, and her pink lips suddenly became even redder.
"Don't think I can't do anything to you."
Meng Ruihe didn't respond, but the smile on his handsome face said it all.
Qiao Qing stepped on the stool and ran straight towards Meng Ruihe.
But the shaky look of it is really worrying.
Meng Ruihe couldn't help but remind him, "Be careful."
"Come down, I'll just stand there, okay? Go slowly."
His eyes followed Qiao Qing closely.
Qiao Qing's only target was Meng Ruihe, and he didn't seem to be paying attention to where he was stepping.
When he was almost in front of Meng Ruihe, an accident suddenly happened. Qiao Qing lost his balance and fell towards Meng Ruihe.
Qiao Qing, who was unsupported in the air, couldn't help but scream, "Ah!"
She could see that the expression on Meng Ruihe's face suddenly became tense.
In reality, it only takes a few seconds.
Meng Ruihe caught Qiao Qing quickly. He hugged Qiao Qing's waist with one hand, and his long and distinct fingers touched the skin of Qiao Qing's slender waist. The touch was soft and delicate, like warm jade, and his palm actually felt a little hot.
He was slightly stunned, his thick black eyelashes trembled slightly, his profile was gentle, his face was extremely calm, but his ears were stained with a hint of blood.
"Are you okay?"
Qiao Qing's already fair face turned even paler, her lips lost their color out of fear, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with relief.
"I'm fine."
Yan He, who had just returned with two buckets of water, happened to witness this extremely intimate scene.
His eyes were gloomy, and his expression was deep, no one could understand him.
He just asked softly, "What are you doing?"
The voice was unexpectedly calm.
Qiao Qing quickly came out of Meng Ruihe's arms.
She looked at Yan He's expression, which was a little scary, and couldn't help but explain, "It was just an accident."
I want to talk about what just happened, but I don’t know how to say it.
She pursed her lips and looked at Yan He, "Something just happened. I was about to fall, and then Meng Ruihe saved me."
Yan He didn't look at Qiao Qing, he looked at Meng Ruihe.
He asked calmly, "What do you think?"
Meng Ruihe had no fear of Yan He.
His eyes were gentle and his smile was bright. "That's what you saw."
A double entendre.
Yan He clenched his fists, but his eyes met the nervous look of Qiao Qing standing beside him. He clenched and loosened his slender fingers over and over again, and finally suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.
"Let's clean up."
Although he seems not to care, he has actually made a note of it in his little notebook.
Meng Ruihe's eyes were on Yan He and did not move away.
He was thinking, if Yan He had swung his fist towards him just now, would he dodge or take the punch.
Turning his head to look at Qiao Qing, the smile on his fair and delicate face suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to look a little depressed.
For some reason, his heart suddenly ached and it felt uncomfortable.
Meng Ruihe reached out and touched Qiao Qing's head, smiling as beautifully as ever, and said gently: "What are you thinking about? Don't you want to go home early?"
Qiao Qing raised her head and looked at him. The hair on her shoulders swung to the side as she turned her head, revealing her fair and smooth neck, which was particularly beautiful.
She smiled, as bright as a flower blooming in spring, "I think so, let's move quickly."
The atmosphere between the three of them was a little strange.
It seemed like something happened, but it also seemed like nothing happened.
After cleaning the classroom, the three people closed the door.
Yan He put his hands in his pockets, stood beside Qiao Qing, and said nothing.
Meng Ruihe stood on the other side of Qiao Qing, but he would ask some questions from time to time.
The two of them were chatting happily, but Yan He's expression became increasingly darker.
When going down the last flight of stairs, Qiao Qing's ankle, which was originally a little painful, suddenly lost its strength and he lost his balance and sprained his ankle.
He took a deep breath and said, "Ah, it hurts so much."
She was in so much pain that she could hardly control her expression.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
The two asked in unison.
Qiao Qing stretched out his arms to support the two of them, and explained with some embarrassment: "Maybe I fell a little hard before, and I wasn't paying attention just now, so I sprained my ankle a little."
I was too timid to look at the two of them, and I really felt that this scene was a bit embarrassing.
"Can you go?"
Meng Ruihe asked with concern, a hint of worry on his face.
Qiao Qing tried to go down the stairs, but it hurt as soon as he put force on his feet.
So he shook his head and said, "I can't leave."
"So serious?"
After hearing this, Yan He frowned. The infirmary was closed at this time.
He looked up and found Meng Ruihe looking at him.
Then the two of them said in unison again: "Qiao Qiao, let me carry you."
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