Chapter 19
Although he had painted a big promise for himself to win over Lin Qinhe and had the free guidance of Qiao Yitang, Tao Xi was still very confused.
Qiao Yitang said that when pursuing a cool and difficult person, you should not write a love letter to confess your feelings on impulse. In nine out of ten cases, you will be ruthlessly rejected and you will most likely never appear within a three-meter radius of him again.
Tao Xi imagined that if he told Lin Qinhe directly that he liked him, Lin Qinhe would probably make him a missing person in Wenhua No. 1 Middle School.
He couldn't help but shudder.
Qiao Yitang said that to chase an ice cube, you have to melt it slowly and silently with constant temperature, make your presence felt in front of him every day, and give him a little care every day.
After a long time, like a frog in boiling water, no, like an ice cube, he will not get used to the sudden disappearance of this concern, and will gradually accept and rely on this love.
But Qiao Yitang only gave him the theory, and the practical methods were too difficult for him.
He really didn't have the money to buy a cup of milk or milk tea for Lin Qinhe every day, and Lin Qinhe would definitely not like it.
During the physical education class, when Tao Xi was looking for a bench to study, he accidentally overheard the conversation of several girls at a tea party.
"My boyfriend? He just sends me a voice message on WeChat every night before going to bed."
"Well, I guess you keep saying 'I love you baby' over and over again."
"It's not that corny! My boyfriend reads me a bedtime story every day."
"Tsk, your boyfriend is quite good at doing the Thousand and One Nights."
Tao Xi passed by quietly.
In the evening, during the break before evening self-study, Bi Chengfei ran back to the classroom, sweating from playing basketball. He gulped down a few gulps of ice water and saw Tao Xi, who was lying on the desk behind him, writing or drawing something, with his arms tightly protected. It was obvious that something was fishy.
Bi Chengfei moved closer silently and coughed violently, his voice sounding exactly like that of the head teacher.
Tao Xi was so frightened that he almost made a long scratch with the pen he was holding. He quickly turned the paper on the table over, raised his head and glared at Bi Chengfei and cursed: "Are you sick?"
Bi Chengfei was not annoyed. He felt that Tao Xi was now more lively and unrestrained than when she first came. He put his hands behind his back and said seriously, "My classmate, what were you secretly writing just now? Which girl did you write the love letter to? Hand it over to me!"
He naturally didn't think that Tao Xi was writing a love letter, he was just joking, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Qinhe who came in from the back door and glanced at him.
Bi Chengfei was feeling quite hot, but suddenly he felt as cool as if he had drunk Sprite.
Tao Xi saw Lin Qinhe coming in, and hurriedly stuffed the upside-down paper into the drawer. He saw that Lin Qinhe was holding a pile of papers, so he supported his head with one hand and blocked the drawer with the other hand, smiled guiltily and said, "You want to do so many papers?"
However, the pile of papers was thrown on his desk the next second, and Lin Qinhe left a few cold words: "Finish it before the end of the month."
Tao Xi looked at the pile of blank papers covering various subjects in front of him in shock and wanted to die.
"Who gave it to me?!" He looked at Lin Qinhe with his eyes wide open.
"Your class teacher." Lin Qinhe glanced at Tao Xi's drawer and said coldly.
Bi Chengfei, who witnessed the tragedy, touched his chin and asked in confusion: "When did Auntie become so cruel? Asking Brother Xi to do so many papers in a week, isn't this just cruel and ruthless?"
As a result, Lin Qinhe glanced at him coldly again, and Bi Chengfei's heart skipped a beat and he shut up.
Tao Xi was still struggling: "Where do I have the time to do so many papers?!"
He tilted his head to look at Lin Qinhe, drooping his eyelashes, pretending to be pitiful in order to win Lin Qinhe's sympathy, but Lin Qinhe didn't even raise his eyelids and said mercilessly: "I see you are quite free."
"I'm busy, okay?" Tao Xi retorted.
But the rebuttal was futile, and Tao Xi still accepted the pile of papers with grievance, cursing Zhou Qiang over and over again in his heart.
At this time, Zhou Qiang was drinking tea in the office, sitting cross-legged and listening to the head teacher of the second class next door, Lao Liu, scolding the students for delaying handing in their homework. He sneezed and said to the boys leisurely:
"Do you know that Lin Qinhe, who is ranked first in the grade, is actively studying. He just took the initiative to find the teachers of various subjects and got the papers to practice at home. Do you still put off handing in your homework? Do you have the nerve to do that?"
Those boys all looked ashamed.
Tao Xi resigned himself to doing the papers and didn't even bother to steal a glance at Lin Qinhe standing beside him. After finally finishing a physics paper, he took out the things in the drawer while Lin Qinhe was out after class and lowered his head to write and draw.
As soon as Lin Qinhe stepped into the door, he naturally blocked it with the test paper, then poked Lin Qinhe, who was already sitting down, with a gel pen, took out the physics test paper he had just done, pointed at a question and asked: "Classmate, please teach me, how do I do this question?"
The papers Zhou Qiang gave him were all very difficult, and Tao Xi had trouble answering many of them.
"I can't do it." Lin Qinhe said coldly without even looking at him.
Tao Xi was stunned. He believed that others could not do it, and Lin Qinhe must be playing a trick on him if he said that he could not do it.
What is Lin Qinhe angry about?
Tao Xi didn't understand.
Until the end of the evening study session, Tao Xi was unable to successfully pry Lin Qinhe open his mouth. It seemed that he was still quite angry.
Yang Duole has been living in Lin Qinhe's house for the past month because he doesn't want to see his father Yang Zhengming. In fact, to him, the Lin family is his second home, and he feels more at ease here than at his grandparents' house.
He was eating fruit while doing his homework. When he was looking for information, he found that he had forgotten to bring an English exercise book. He took the homework he was doing, got up and walked towards Lin Qinhe's room, intending to ask about the questions.
Yang Duole raised his hand and knocked on the door. Lin Qinhe was very aware of his personal space, and if he went in without knocking, he would definitely be angry.
"Come in."
Yang Duole then opened the door and walked in. Lin Qinhe was not working on the test paper. He probably finished it at school a long time ago. He was sitting in a chair reading an English novel.
"Brother Qinhe, can you lend me your English exercise book?"
"It's in the schoolbag, take it yourself." Lin Qinhe didn't look up.
Yang Duole rummaged through Lin Qinhe's schoolbag, and when he took out the exercise book, he found a folded piece of paper floating down. He picked it up curiously and opened it, and found that there were four small cartoons inside.
"Who drew this comic for you?" Yang Duole asked as he looked at it.
Before he could take a closer look, his eyes blurred and the paper in his hand was snatched away by Lin Qinhe who suddenly stood up. Lin Qinhe just lowered his head to glance at it and folded it up, without any change in his expression.
Yang Duole knew that many girls in the school liked Lin Qinhe, so he joked, "It must have been secretly stuffed in by a girl again. How about I help you throw it away?"
In fact, he was just a little curious about what was drawn inside.
"No need." Lin Qinhe lowered his head and put the piece of paper into the English novel he had just read, then placed the novel on a corner of the table.
Yang Duole did not insist. He spread out the homework he brought on the table and said, "I don't know how to do some of the questions. Brother Qinhe, can you teach me?"
Lin Qinhe frowned slightly, paused for a moment and said, "Okay."
As usual, Yang Duole moved a chair and sat down next to Lin Qinhe to listen to his explanation, but he soon noticed that Lin Qinhe seemed a little absent-minded. While he was thinking about the calculation process, he saw Lin Qinhe occasionally glanced at the English novel.
In Yang Duole's memory, Lin Qinhe would never be addicted to the same thing. When they were young, they often watched cartoons together. Sometimes when they saw the exciting part, Luo Zhengyin would come over and urge them to eat. Lin Qinhe would always get up and leave quickly, while Yang Duole would always drag on for a while.
It seems that this novel is really good, otherwise why would Lin Qinhe still be thinking about it while explaining the problem to him?
After finishing the topic, Yang Duole left tactfully. Before leaving, he said very considerately: "Brother Qinhe, don't read novels too late. It hurts your eyes."
Lin Qinhe nodded and closed the door after Yang Duole left.
He walked back to his chair and sat down, opened the English novel, took out the folded paper, opened it and read it carefully.
On the paper was a simple four-frame comic drawn with a black gel pen. The lines were neat and simple, and chapter 1 was written in the upper left corner, so it was obviously a serialized work.
The painting shows a conversation between a moon and a meteorite.
The moon was wrapped in light and sparkled, while the meteorite was broken, small and dull.
Moon: "Are you a star?"
Meteorite: "I am just a small meteorite, but one day I will become a shining little star."
Moon: "Why do you want to become a star?"
Meteorite: "Because then I can illuminate you in the universe like the sun."
The signature in the lower right corner of the cartoon is: Xiaotao Cartoons.
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