It's cool, not like heatstroke.

She was puzzled and put her hands on her forehead again, feeling that she was a little hotter than Qiu Qing'an.

"Yes." Qiu Qing'an spit out a syllable, smashed his head, and then pressed against the table with a slouching look a little uncomfortable.

He Yue didn't think much and immediately said, "I'll go to the squad leader to get you a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water."

There is a medical box in the class, which is usually kept in the squad leader. He Yue hurried over, but the other party said that he was at Cheng Fei's place. He Yue hesitated for a few seconds and went to find Cheng Fei.

Explaining the purpose of the trip, she took out the medical box from under the table with an unexpected expression. When she was about to hand over the piece of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, she suddenly stopped.

"Who wants to use it?"

"………” With the mentality that it is better to have less than more things, He Yue paused and answered.

"I."

"Do you don't look like you have something wrong?" Cheng Fei looked at her suspiciously. He Yue was too lazy to continue to get entangled with her. He snatched the potion from her and thanked her casually.

"Thank you."

"You--" Before Cheng Fei could speak, she saw He Yue turn around and leave. She stared at her back angrily, then watched her walk to Qiu Qing'an's table, opened the Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, and handed it to him.

“…………”

The person who rejected her with a cold face a few minutes ago is now drinking the potion gently, his eyes bright, and he is not as lazy as before.

I am very tight in my senior year of high school. Usually, I just finished class in the afternoon and I could hear the evening study bell ringing after having dinner and taking a shower.

Cheng Fei didn't know what to do in the bathroom. She hadn't come out after almost half an hour. Zhou Mi was so angry that she went to slap the door, and only then did she hear the late news.

She wiped her hair, her face full of calmness, and did not feel guilty about her behavior just now. Zhou Mi rolled her eyes at her.

"Yueyue, you wash first, otherwise it will be too late." Zhou Mi pushed her, and He Yue shook her head and refused.

"You'd better be the first, I'll wash my hair today."

Finally, Zhou Mi rushed out of a battle bath, and He Yue also took a quick shower, and stepped into the classroom the last second after the ringing rang.

The two of them sat in their seats with breath, looked at each other, and smiled at each other.

"That Cheng Fei, I don't know what's wrong with it. Is it coming again in those days of each month?" Zhou Mi complained while opening the book. He Yue remembered what happened a few days ago and felt enlightened.

"Maybe..." she said slowly. Her hair was so wet and stuck to her back, feeling a little uncomfortable.

There is no teacher in this evening study, and I do my own questions, but the class is very quiet and I almost always do my own things. Even some students who don’t study are silently wandering and not disturbing others.

He Yue just took out the pen and was thinking about the solution to the problem, his shoulder was suddenly touched.

She turned her head in confusion and saw Jiang Haojie who was celebrating beside her.

"My sister, let's change the position." Since He Yue and Qiu Qing'an became increasingly close, Jiang Haojie has changed his words at some point. Although he always likes to give people strange names, his enthusiasm without maliciousness always makes people disgusted.

He Yue was silent. Before he could answer, Zhou Mi yelled first.

"Why do you want to change your seat with my Yueyue!"

"I haven't chatted with you for too long, I miss you." Jiang Haojie smiled and looked at Zhou Mi with an exaggerated affectionate look. The latter's pretty face turned red and he didn't say anything.

Heyue: "..."

She packed up silently and stood up.

Jiang Haojie and Qiu Qing'an are the same deskmates, in the back two rows, and it is the turn of a window this week.

She walked over, Qiu Qing'an smiled at her, then stood up and let her in with no way.

He Yue sat on the seat that originally belonged to Jiang Haojie. The boys' seats were very different from those of girls. The table was messy, the test papers were crumpled into pieces and stuffed inside. There was a badminton racket under the table. The table was carved in a mess, and there were several balls of watercolor pens in the corner, so I didn't know what I wrote.

It is completely different from Heyue's cleanliness and tidy, and when you smell it carefully, it seems to have a faint tobacco smell.

She frowned in disbelief and immediately turned her head and stared at Qiu Qing'an next to her.

"You still smoke?"

Qiu Qing'an's expression was stiff for two seconds and he spoke decisively: "No."

"Then why did I smell the smoke?" He Yue didn't believe it, lowered his head and sniffed it.

That's right, it's just that the smell is very light, but it can still be clearly distinguished.

She and Jiang Haojie are not unfamiliar with boys, and they often eat together, but Heyue has never seen them smoke. She knows that boys of this age cannot be so regular, but she has never thought about this.

Especially Qiu Qing'an.

She stared at him unexpectedly.

Such eyes were very strange, which made Qiu Qing'an feel a little unknown panic and horror. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lips.

"It's Jiang Haojie's."

"Um?"

"He occasionally..." Qiu Qing'an gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "You can smoke."

Sorry.

Qiu Qing'an sighed heavily in his heart, and looked at Jiang Haojie ahead with apologetic look. The latter seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship. He turned around and smiled at him, and threw out the electricity at his innocent and simple eyes.

He looked like 'Brother, look for me to treat you well, find all the opportunities to help you have fun'.

Qiu Qingan silently looked away and couldn't bear to look at him.

"Really?" He Yue looked at him suspiciously. Qiu Qing'an's appearance was really suspicious, and she couldn't believe it.

"Really." Adjusting his condition, Qiu Qing'an said to her sincerely, his dark and beautiful eyes were filled with clean sincerity.

He Yue no longer thought about it, and raised his face and just taught him solemnly: "Smoking is more harmful than drinking. You are growing up at your age, so don't try it just because you are curious..."

She paused and said, "People like Jiang Haojie who have gone astray cannot be saved, but you must not touch them, do you know?"

"I understand." Qiu Qing'an nodded obediently. Seeing that she was righteous and serious, she nodded vigorously again and increased her voice.

"I will definitely not go astray."

"That's good." He felt a little strange, but Heyue still breathed a sigh of relief and set his eyes on the test questions in front of him.

"Let's review quickly, there's not much time left."

"Okay." Qiu Qing'an also breathed a sigh of relief.

Heyue was very focused. Even if she changed her seat, she would not affect her at all. Instead, Qiu Qing'an, who was standing beside her, was a little distracted.

The classroom window was open, and when the wind blew in, a fresh and sweet fragrance came from her body, like ripe fruit hanging on the branches, rich and dense.

After it dissipated, it turned into a shallow, pleasant fragrance of flowers.

Qiu Qing'an looked at her unconsciously and saw He Yue's hair draped on her shoulders and pressed against her back.

When He Yue had just finished a question and was about to change his mind and attack the next one, a hand suddenly reached out to her and handed her a school uniform coat.

"Do you want to wipe your hair?" Qiu Qing'an said, pointing to her wet hair.

"Otherwise, you'll catch a cold."

He Yue paused for two seconds and took the coat from him.

"Is this yours?"

"Um."

"What should I do if I get wet?"

"It's okay, I'll have to wash it anyway." Qiu Qing'an finished answering and immediately remembered something and explained: "But it's not dirty."

"It's okay." He Yue smiled, gently pushed his hair to the side of his neck, and slowly wiped it with his school uniform jacket, and the fabric gradually penetrated by the water marks.

Qiu Qing'an didn't naturally open his eyes, and the pen in his hand turned randomly between his fingers.

After about a few minutes of rubbing, her hair was no longer dripping. When she was about to return the coat to Qiu Qing'an, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Or I'll wash it for you."

“It’s stained.”

"...Okay." Qiu Qingan inexplicably hoarsely, coughed lightly, staring at the test paper in front of him to divert his attention.

A class passed quietly without realizing it. The two of them would occasionally communicate. Most of the time, they would focus on and quietly doing the questions.

When the ringtone rang, Qiu Qing'an felt a clear reluctance and melancholy in his heart. He looked at He Yue next to him and began to pack up his things.

"I'm leaving." She waved at him, then walked to Jiang Haojie and patted him on the shoulder, and the sound came from afar.

“The get out of class is over.”

After a while, Jiang Haojie sat down next to him, and the fragrance changed to the smell of sweat on the man.

"Brother, do you miss me?" He bumped into Qiu Qing'an's arm and smirked. Qiu Qing'an turned his head, glanced at him, and suddenly said.

"Jiang Haojie, why didn't you take a shower at night?"

“………”

"No, didn't I go to play basketball after class? I didn't have time to go back to the dormitory to take a shower!" He looked at Qiu Qing'an's disgusting expression, and the boy's heart was completely broken.
To be continued...