Xueba at the same table is my mortal enemy

Chapter 8

The spring in Nancheng is different from other southern cities. There is seldom a dense drizzle.

Jiang Qu deliberately went out 5 minutes early. He was afraid that Lu Huai would not find his home. After all, it was raining, and his idiot neighbor on the second floor would not be hanging on the socket to charge.

He stepped directly into the shoes, turned his back and quickly shouted to his grandma: "I'm leaving!"

"Damn boy, I went so early today..."

He didn't want Lu Huai to wait for him, he wanted to arrive before Lu Huai.

The desire to win is so strong.

However, when he bent down and rushed out of the corridor, Lu Huai was already standing at the exit holding a big black umbrella.

He was wearing the black sweater that he came to the class for the first time. The cuffs of the spiral pattern were not rolled up, and his wrists were tied low, and his whole body was much deeper.

The black umbrella at the top of the arc allows rain to fall along the umbrella ribs, and intermittent water droplets block the view. Among everything, only Lu Huai's face seems to be clear, like a deep-minded male protagonist wrapped in a luxurious Vanity Fair.

"Morning." said the actor.

Jiang Qu raised his eyebrows and opened his umbrella with a bang to cover his expression.

For a short period of time, maybe only a few seconds, he was indeed fixed by Lu Huai's face, but he must not let Lu Huai know.

Otherwise, what a shame.

Before the two walked side by side, Jiang Qu felt that something was wrong.

The male protagonist's black umbrella has a strong aura, especially, it is much stronger than the fragile little blue umbrella with the "Jiajiale" icon printed on it from the supermarket in his hand.

He walks beside the male lead, with a sense of class that doesn't even count as a servant.

"..." Damn, something is wrong, why don't you buy a black umbrella!How unlucky!

Lu Huai's umbrella is big, and the edge is on the side, and a small bicycle can pass between the two of them, and it's annoying to walk together.

"you……"

Jiang Qu: "No, I don't want to go under your umbrella."

Lu Huai was a little dull today, and his expression froze for half a second: "I mean, walk slowly."

"I..." Jiang Qu was a little embarrassed, the inner drama was too rich, but stubborn still insisted, "Why should I walk slowly?"

Lu Huai's hand was slightly tilted, and the black umbrella fell to the other side. There was not such a big gap between him and Jiang Qu. He said in a suitable voice, "Otherwise, you will limp and play with others in a month's time?"

"You know again?" Jiang Qu looked at him, "The news is quite good."

Lu Huai lowered his eyes: "You are more famous." You don't need to take the initiative to ask, the news will naturally roll into your ears.

Normally, when Lu Huai spoke like this, Jiang Qu had already disliked him, but today it seemed a little different.

Jiang Qu thought about a zebra crossing before he realized that what Lu Huai said was nasal, not the usual sarcasm, but sounded more honest and magnetic. Breathing out, there is an inexplicable coquettish feeling when I say it.

He wanted to ask Lu Huai if he had a cold, but he felt that he was taking too much care. Lu Huai was obviously the kind of person who didn't want to reveal himself.

This is an old town, with a rusty guardrail in the middle of the driveway. The two of them stood in the gap, waiting to cross the road together in Chinese style.

They stood in the middle of the road for a long time in the morning traffic jam on a rainy day. Finally, someone seized the opportunity to take a seat in a pile of cars, and the people behind followed them and squeezed into the middle of the cars, forcing a way out.

Jiang Qu and Lu Huai were taller than most people, and the umbrella behind them poked at their arms and backs. Jiang Qu was itchy, twisted and hid several times, and his sight was suddenly blocked by someone. up.

He heard Lu Huai's voice, still nasal: "Stay back."

The pearl tail of the umbrella in front almost poked Jiang Qu in front of him, but was pushed back by Lu Huai in time.

Jiang Qu slowed down his pace. Seeing the rainwater flowing into Lu Huai's palm along the umbrella ribs, he subconsciously raised his hand to block his wrist to prevent the cuffs of his clothes from being wet.

The time to cross the road was very short, Lu Huai grabbed his raised wrist with a backhand, and quickly passed through the crowd.

Water droplets dripped down the fingertips, but where the two of them were holding, the rain was squeezed and adhered to the skin, creating a lot of delicate touch.

Lu Huai's hands were a little cold from receiving too much rain.

What Jiang Qu was thinking about was his right hand, which was the same hand that had shielded him from a baseball bat in the alley before.

Before he finished crossing the road, he let go of Lu Huai's hand.

I can't tell why, but I don't feel very good, but thinking about it, Lu Huai is still very considerate, after all, when he covered the umbrella for him just now, if another girl is replaced, it is estimated that the deer will kill several heads.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Jiang Qu finally asked him.

Lu Huai put away the umbrella and stood under the eaves of the breakfast shop: "A little bit."

Jiang Qu thought he would say nothing, but when Lu Huai really said he was not feeling well, he didn't know what to do. If Wu Xun was sick, he would send him to the clinic with his hand, but it was obviously not suitable for Lu Huai. .

"Then you still wear such little clothes," Jiang Qu hung his hand on the red and blue capped soybean milk bottle, "Do you add sugar?"

"No." Lu Huai said.

Jiang Qu held two bottles in one hand: "Soymilk without sugar has no soul."

Lu Huai took the red cap away from him: "Yes."

"Wipe?" Jiang Qu had a bottle of sugar-free one left in his hand, "Why did you take mine?"

"I have a taste of what the soul tastes like."

"..." Jiang Qu put back the blue bottle of soy milk and replaced it with a bottle of sugar, "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm squeamish."

Does this give him pride?

"Shameless." Jiang Qu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked around at the breakfast card, "Madam, let's have beef noodles today! Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay! What does this handsome guy eat?" the proprietress shouted through the window.

"Same as him." Lu Huai said.

"Okay! Take two bowls of beef noodles!"

Jiang Qu raised his eyebrows: "Know the goods."

"It's okay." Lu Huai said.

Lu Huai took two boxes of beef noodles from the proprietress, hung them together with soy milk on his right hand, and opened an umbrella with his left hand to cover Jiang Qu's head: "Let's go."

Jiang Qu raised his head and felt that the black umbrella was like God covering the curtain in front of his eyes, and it was overcast immediately. He hesitated for two seconds, and leaned against Lu Huai, too lazy to open his own umbrella.

The No. [-] Middle School is indeed an old campus, and the school gate reveals a sense of simplicity. When the two of them entered the school through the retractable door under the same umbrella, the biscuits in Fu Shen'ao's mouth fell to the ground.

Jiang Qu stretched out his hand and pushed the bid's head: "Why are you standing at the school gate and littering?"

"???" Fu Shen'ao closed his mouth, held the umbrella and picked up the biscuits, coughed and said, "It's nothing, seeing that Mr. Jiang is not late today, he is really excellent."

"Generally excellent, no need to lick."

The three of them went upstairs together, and Fu Shen'ao walked around to Jiang Qu's side, leaning against his shoulder and asked, "Why do you two share an umbrella? Didn't you take the umbrella?"

Jiang Qu wanted to say that he was too lazy, but when he looked at his hands, there was only a bottle of soy milk, and all the rest of the breakfast was in Lu Huai's hands... a bit unreasonable.

People are still not feeling well today.

"Let me take it." Jiang Qu stretched out his hand to him.

"It's all at the door of the classroom, and then you come and get it." Lu Huai hung the umbrella under the blackboard newspaper, and gave Jiang Qu a bowl of beef noodles.

Jiang Qu sat down: "At least I'm very sincere."

Fu Shenao stared blankly at the back, and the two of them turned back to each other, but within a few days, they felt that the friendship between the two had improved a lot.

The point is, Lu Huai treats him like this, not to mention carrying breakfast, that day when his shoelaces were loose and Lu Huai asked Lu Huai to wait for him, Lu Huai just slowed down his pace by 0.01 second and walked forward.

He felt that even this 0.01 second was for him to save his respect.

Is Xueshen such a double standard?

"What do you see Lu Huai doing?" Jiang Qu tilted his head and saw that Lu Huai was unpacking the bag of beef noodles. The red oil was shining brightly. He asked Fu Shenao again, "Do you want to eat?"

"I……"

Jiang Qu: "You want to fart."

Fu Shen'ao: Why are these two people so annoying! ! !

Morning reading is Chinese, not as strict as Su Yunying's English morning reading, and it is Monday, a bunch of people are tired of studying, bought breakfast and put it on the table, chatting and eating arrogantly.

It would be impossible to change to the No. [-] Middle School of Lu Huai's previous school, let alone eating breakfast on the table, there is no chance to enter the campus for breakfast.

Lu Huai himself did not expect that one day he would bury his head behind the book and eat beef noodles. When the red oil splashed out, Jiang Qu, who happened to come back from the toilet, took a piece of paper for him from the drawer without looking up.

No. [-] Middle School is a magical place.

Jiang Qu ate in full swing, the tip of his nose dripped with sweat from the heat, and his lips were set off by the cold white skin, like scarlet rolling out of the snow.

Lu Huai could see clearly through the gap between the tables.

Jiang Qu felt the gaze, and glanced at him with chopsticks: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

As soon as Lu Huai finished speaking, the sound of high-heeled shoes near the back door could not be stopped, and there was a panic in the classroom. Jiang Qu sat at the end, and he was seen no matter how fast his hands were.

"Eat, eat, eat, do you know what your class is like? Those who don't know think that there is a breakfast restaurant in the second year of high school!" Su Yunying walked behind Jiang Qu, "You take the lead every day and go out to eat!"

Jiang Qu sighed, and whispered in his mouth: "Why don't you come to English for morning reading..."

He got up with the beef noodles from the drawer, saw Lu Huai slowly tidy up the beef noodles on the table, and followed behind him.

"Uh...well, Lu Huai, you..." Su Yunying wanted to say, you can eat in the classroom, but being stared at by the class, she was too embarrassed to say it, so she could only stare at Jiang Qu, " Eat such a strong taste in the morning, don't you want to lose your stomach?"

Jiang Qu went out with beef noodles: "We Chinese, iron stomach!"

When the rain stopped outside, Lu Huai put the beef noodles on the guardrail, took two bites and then turned back to the classroom to get his and Jiang Qu's soy milk, and met Su Yunying's eyes halfway.

There is no attitude of being punished for breakfast.

Jiang Qu shook the soy milk in his hand, and it was getting cold: "She didn't punish you to come out again."

Lu Huai covered the remaining half bowl of beef noodles: "The air inside is not good."

"You don't want so many?"

Lu Huai stopped holding the plastic bag, and asked hesitantly, "Why don't I give it to you?"

"Get out, who wants to eat your leftovers." Seeing that Su Yunying had already left, Jiang Qu ran back to the drawer, took out an unopened straw and gave it to him, "Drink it, delicate city number one."

Lu Huai inserted the straw in, and there was a slight smile in his hoarse voice: "How many things do you have in this drawer?"

"What's so strange, who in this class doesn't have a pair or two of chopsticks in the drawer." Jiang Qu finished the last bite of noodles, paused again, looked at Lu Huai, "Did you catch a cold and lose your appetite?"

Lu Huai drank all the soy milk: "Almost."

"If you are sick, you have to be cured." Jiang Qu said.

Lu Huai stared at his rosy lips, turned around after being glared back by Jiang Qu: "There is no cure for this disease."

The author has something to say: Fu Shenao: He is in love with him.