Although he drew a big cake for himself to catch Lin Qinhe, and there was also a free counselor Qiao Yitang to guide him, Tao Xi was still very confused.
Qiao Yitang said that chasing a person who is cold and difficult to deal with can't write a love letter and confession when his mind is hot. Eight times out of ten, he will be ruthlessly rejected, and there is a high probability that he will never appear within a three-meter radius of him in the future.
Tao Xi imagined that if he told Lin Qinhe that he liked him directly, Lin Qinhe would probably make him a missing person in Wenhua No.1 Middle School.
He couldn't help shuddering.
Qiao Yitang said, chasing an ice cube, want to moisten things slowly and gradually melt him with a constant temperature, brush his presence in front of him every day, and give him a little care every day.
After a long time, boil a frog in warm water, no, boil ice cubes, he will not be used to the sudden disappearance of this concern, and will gradually accept and rely on this love.
But Qiao Yitang only gave the theory, and the practical method was too embarrassing for him.
He really has no money to buy a cup of milk or milk tea for Lin Qinhe every day, and Lin Qinhe certainly doesn't like it either.
In physical education class, when Tao Xi was looking for a bench for self-study, he unintentionally listened to the chat records of a few girls' tea party.
"My boyfriend? He also sends me a WeChat voice message every night before going to bed."
"Hey, it's estimated that I love you after over and over again."
"It's not so nauseous! My boyfriend reads me a bedtime story every day."
"Tsk, how about one thousand and one nights, your boyfriend is quite good at it."
Tao Xi passed by quietly.
In the evening, during the break before the evening self-study, Bi Chengfei rushed back to the classroom with a sweaty head just after playing basketball, took a few sips of ice water, and saw that Tao Xi was lying on the desk at the back desk, writing something, two lines. The arms are tightly guarded, and there is a ghost at a glance.
Bi Chengfei approached silently and coughed violently, his voice was the same as that of the grade director.
Tao Xi was taken aback, and the pen he was holding almost made a long mark. He quickly flipped the piece of paper back on the table, raised his head and glared at Bi Chengfei and scolded, "Are you sick?"
Bi Chengfei was not annoyed. He felt that Tao Xi was a little more angry and wanton now than when he first came, and he said solemnly with his hands behind his back, "This classmate, what did you write secretly just now? Which girl did you write a love letter to? Hand it to me!"
He naturally wouldn't think that Tao Xi was writing a love letter, just joking, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Qinhe, who was entering through the back door, glance at him.
Bi Chengfei was still quite hot, but suddenly he felt as cold as if he had drunk Sprite.
Tao Xi saw Lin Qinhe come in, and hurriedly stuffed the paper that was turned upside down into the drawer. He saw that Lin Qinhe was holding a pile of papers, so he supported his head with one hand and blocked it with the other. Drawer, smiled with a guilty conscience and said, "You want to make so many papers?"
However, the pile of papers was thrown on his desk in the next second, and Lin Qinhe dropped a few cold words: "Finish it before the end of the month."
Tao Xi looked in shock at the pile of blank papers covering various subjects in front of him, and wanted to die.
"Who gave it to me?!" He opened his eyes and looked at Lin Qinhe.
"Your head teacher." Lin Qinhe glanced at Tao Xi's drawer and said indifferently.
Bi Chengfei, who witnessed the tragedy in the world, rubbed his chin in doubt and said, "When did Auntie become so cruel? Let Brother Xi make so many papers in a week, isn't this cruel?"
As a result, Lin Qinhe glanced at him leisurely again, Bi Chengfei froze in his heart and shut up.
Tao Xi is still dying: "Where do I have time to do so many papers?!"
He tilted his head to look at Lin Qinhe, lowered the corners of his eyelashes, and pretended to be pitiful to win Lin Qinhe's sympathy, but Lin Qinhe didn't lift his eyelids, and said ruthlessly, "I think you are quite idle."
"I'm busy, okay?" Tao Xi retorted.
But the refutation was invalid, Tao Xi still accepted the pile of papers aggrieved, and scolded Zhou Qiang over and over a hundred times in his heart.
At this time, Zhou Qiang was drinking tea in the office, with his legs crossed listening to the class teacher Lao Liu Xun, who was in the next class, hand in his homework. He sneezed and said to the boys leisurely:
"Do you know that Lin Qinhe, who is the first in the grade, is actively studying. Today, I just took the initiative to ask the teachers of various subjects to get the papers to go back to practice. You are still delaying homework, are you embarrassed?"
The boys all looked ashamed.
Tao Xi resigned himself to brushing the papers, but he didn't even bother to take a peek at Lin Qinhe, who was on the side. He finally finished a physics paper. When Lin Qinhe was out of class, he quickly took out the things in the drawer and lowered his head. Write and draw.
As soon as Lin Qinhe stepped into the door, he naturally blocked it with the paper, and then poked Lin Qinhe, who had already sat down, with a gel pen, took out the physics paper he made just now, pointed to a question, and asked, "The same Table, please enlighten me, how to do this problem?"
The papers Zhou Qiang gave him were quite difficult, and Tao Xi couldn't solve many of them.
"I won't do it." Lin Qinhe said coldly without looking at it.
Tao Xi was stunned for a moment, others said that he would not do Thaksin, but Lin Qinhe said that he would not do it, so he must be playing tricks on him.
Lin Qinhe is angry again.
Tao Xi didn't understand.
Tao Xi failed to pry Lin Qinhe's mouth open until the next evening's self-study and dismissal. It seemed that he was quite angry.
Yang Duole has been living in Lin Qinhe's house for the past month because he didn't want to see his father Yang Zhengming. In fact, for him, the Lin house is his second home. He is even more casual here than at his grandparents' house. .
He was doing his homework while eating fruit. When looking for materials, he realized that he forgot to bring an English workbook. He took the homework he was doing, got up and walked to Lin Qinhe's room, intending to ask a question by the way.
Yang Duole raised his hand and knocked on the door. Lin Qinhe was very aware of his private space. If he didn't knock on the door and went in directly, he would definitely be angry.
"Come in."
Yang Duole then twisted the door and walked in. Lin Qinhe was not writing the papers, he probably finished it at school long ago, and he was sitting on a chair reading an English novel.
"Brother Qinhe, borrow the English workbook."
"In the bag, take it yourself." Lin Qinhe didn't look up.
Yang Duole flipped through Lin Qinhe's schoolbag, and when he took out the exercise booklet, 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 drawn inside.
"Who drew you this cartoon?" Yang Duole asked while looking at it.
Before he could look carefully, his eyes flashed, and the paper in his hand was snatched by Lin Qinhe who suddenly got up. Lin Qinhe just glanced down and folded it up, his expression didn't change at all.
Yang Duole knew that many girls in the school liked Lin Qinhe, and joked: "It's another girl who secretly stuffed it, or I'll lose it for you?"
In fact, he was just a little curious about what was inside.
"No." Lin Qinhe lowered his head and clipped the piece of paper into the English novel he had just read, and placed the novel in a corner of the table.
Yang Duole didn't insist. He spread out the homework he brought on the table and said, "I can't understand some questions. Brother Qinhe, teach me."
Lin Qinhe frowned slightly, paused for a while, and said, "Okay."
As usual, Yang Duole moved a chair next to Lin Qinhe and sat down to listen to his lecture, but he soon noticed that Lin Qinhe seemed to be absent-minded. When he was thinking about the calculation process, he saw that Lin Qinhe would occasionally glance A few glances at the English novel.
In Yang Duole's memory, Lin Qinhe has never been addicted to one thing. When they were young, the two often watched anime together. Sometimes when they saw wonderful places, Luo Zhengyin just came over to urge dinner, and Lin Qinhe could always get up and leave neatly. And Yang Duole always had to delay for a while.
It seems that this novel is really good, otherwise why would Lin Qinhe still think about it when he was lecturing on him
After finishing the topic, Yang Duole left very interestingly. Before leaving, he said very considerately, "Brother Qinhe, don't read the novel too late, it will hurt your eyes."
Lin Qinhe hummed and closed the door after Yang Duole went out.
He walked back to his chair and sat down, opened the English novel, took out the folded paper, and opened it to take a closer look.
On the paper is a simple four-frame comic drawn with black neutral strokes. The lines are neat and simple, and chapter?1 is written in the upper left corner. Obviously, it is still a serial.
The painting is a dialogue between a moon and a meteorite.
The moon is wrapped in light and gleams, while the meteorites are broken and small and dull.
Moon: "Are you a star?"
Meteorite: "I'm just a little meteorite, but one day I'll be a little star that shines."
Moon: "Why become a star?"
Meteorite: "Because then I can illuminate you in the universe like the sun."
The bottom right corner of the comic is signed: Xiaotao Comics.
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