Qingming Festival was a three-day holiday, and Qiao Xiyin also watched He Yunchao stay out for three nights.
The math book had been placed on the desk, and Qiao Xiyin's sight was limited to this elegant room. However, on the last night, He Yunchao's grandfather came in with some talisman papers, "I just drew these, you can keep them."
Qiao Xiyin ""
Their family also plays this
He Yunchao's expression looked unusually serious, and Qiao Xiyin heard him solemnly say "Thank you, grandpa."
Qiao Xiyin stared at the talismans for a long time, but she didn't see any secrets.
I just saw He Yunchao opening the drawer at hand and putting the talisman paper into a small embroidered sachet. He stared intently at the embroidery on the sachet, his face slightly cold.
After three days of good sleep, she suddenly had to get up early. Qiao Xiyin didn't get used to it and stayed in bed for a long time before getting up. When Nana dragged her to the classroom, she was still in a state of unconsciousness and almost floated to her seat.
He Yunchao came a little earlier than her.
On Monday, there was a routine morning meeting, and the corridor was filled with the sound of athletes’ marching music. Qiao Xiyin lay on the table for a while, and the head teacher came over personally to urge them to go downstairs, and then reluctantly went to the playground.
It’s so hard to be a student, alas.
It was April, and the wind on the playground was slightly chilly. When Qiao Xiyin returned to the classroom, she was almost awakened by the wind.
She went upstairs with the girls in her class, went to the cafeteria on the way, and fell behind the queue. When she came back, Qiao Xiyin found that someone was already sitting in her seat.
They are all boys who usually have a good relationship with He Yunchao. One of them was leaning forward with a bad smile on his face, "Brother, why did you start bringing such little girls' things? Girls gave them to you."
In his hand was the sachet that He Yunchao had given him last night. He seemed to have it hanging on his bag.
The boy said, lowering his head and sniffing again, "Why does it smell a bit like toilet water and not interesting to you?"
He Yunchao snatched the sachet from his hand and slapped his hand away, "My grandfather brought me mosquito repellent."
A few boys said, "Hahahahahaha where do mosquitoes come from in April?"
He Yunzhao glanced at them indifferently and was too lazy to answer them. He lightly knocked on the table and said, "Get out of here."
Qiao Xiyin stood nearby and listened to their chat, and couldn't help but curl her lips. Hearing the girl's light laughter, He Yunchao raised his head, his face even more worried, "My deskmate is here, can you leave?"
He looked like he was trying to drive people away.
The boys said "Oh" and disappeared quickly.
Even though her mental age is much older than them, Qiao Xiyin's face still turned slightly red when being teased by a group of students. She pinched the hem of her school uniform, sat down in her seat, and asked curiously, "Did you bring the sachet?"
This is a light green sachet, embroidered with green pine and strong bamboo. It is elegant and unique. She liked it very much when she saw it last night.
"Well," He Yunchao threw it to her casually, "I'll give it to you if you like it."
It was originally meant for her.
Qiao Xiyin quickly shook her head, "No, you can keep it."
He Yunchao didn't say much.
He really hasn't been like him these past three days. He always has a sullen face, expressionless towards people and things, and looks very worried.
Now Qiao Xiyin was no longer sleepy. She was lying on the table in a daze. When she saw He Yunchao lowering his head to do math problems, she felt like joking, so she poked him with a pen and said, "Hey Yunchao."
He Yun raised his head toward Yiyan.
"Do you like mathematics?" The girl held her chin up, her drooping eyelashes as gentle as feathers.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "I like it."
"Do you like me"
With a "click" sound, he held the pen unsteadily and coughed softly, "I like it."
"Sister Xiao Qiao is so enthusiastic today." He sighed to the system.
The system "tsk tsk tsk." What a sour smell of love.
Unexpectedly, her problems were not over.
"Which one do you prefer, mathematics or me?"
He Yunchao ""
This is really a soul torture
It’s hard to answer
However, Qiao Xiyin just wanted to make a joke. Seeing his hesitation, she did not continue to ask. Her lack of attention actually disappointed He Yunchao, who had finally come up with an answer.
Mathematics and which one she prefers.
If she hadn't been connected with this book, why would he be holding this book every day