Jiang Sui recognized that it was lost last night.

It turned out to be here.

She nodded, reached out to take the hairpin, put it in her top pocket, looked up at Zhou Chi. He was taller than her, and when she looked at her, she always lowered her head and her eyes drooped slightly. This top-down gaze gave people a sense of oppression.

Jiang Sui stood like this.

Zhou Chi's posture was much more relaxed than hers, her shoulders were slightly drooping, and her eyes were not uncomfortable.

Jiang Sui didn't know how much he remembered last night, or he remembered it all, but he didn't think there was anything.

After all, I'm drunk.

I was drunk, so it was different from usual. I didn’t know what I said and did, and it was not intentional.

This is a omnipotent reason, so that nothing else needs to be explained.

Zhou Chi took the bag and walked to the sofa to sit down, put two boxes of dumplings on the small wooden table. He removed the disposable bamboo chopsticks and turned his head to look at her: "Don't you eat it?"

Jiang followed with a vinegar bag and chili oil.

The sofa in the room was very small and not wide enough to sit for two people. Zhou Chi had already sunk into the place where he sat. The position next to him looked even narrower, and his school uniform coat was placed there randomly.

Jiang Sui looked at it, but didn't sit over, so he took the lazy cushion next to him and placed it on the carpet.

As soon as she sat down, Zhou Chi handed over a pair of chopsticks, "Vital."

Jiang Sui lowered his head and unpacked the vinegar bag and chili peppers, and poured them into a small plastic dish delivered by the store.

Zhou Chi pressed the remote control at hand and the TV jumped out of the screen. It was a Hong Kong movie, a police and gangster movie. The TV's volume was very low, so Zhou Chi was too lazy to adjust it.

He took the chopsticks and picked up the dumplings to eat. The wood was too short, and he bent his back.

Jiang Sui noticed that he only dipped in vinegar and did not touch the chili peppers.

But Jiang Sui likes chili peppers. The chili oil in this restaurant is very energetic and very spicy. She started sweating after taking a few bites. The dialogue sounds were very small, and she heard it vaguely, looking at the screen while eating.

The movie has been put in the back part, and the male policeman is chasing the villain.

Zhou Chi raised his eyes casually and saw that Jiang Sui's face was already red and there was a thin layer of sweat at the tip of his nose.

Jiang Sui's face is very small, her skin is fair, and her eyebrows are naturally thin and curved, which seems to be too spicy. She frowned slightly, ate very slowly, and licked her lips unconsciously. She was thin from head to toe, and sitting on the carpet only took up a small area.

Zhou Chi looked at it for a few seconds and spoke: "Last night..."

Jiang Sui turned his head.

As soon as the last bite of dumplings was swallowed, the pepper choked on her throat, she frowned and coughed.

Zhou Chi got up, went to the water dispenser and took a glass of water and handed it to her.

Jiang Sui took it and drank it for most of the time. The spicy feeling in his throat was relieved. He heard a faint sentence on his head: "What can I do if I can't eat spicy food?"

Jiang Sui raised his head and said, "I like to eat."

"Okay, it's so spicy that you're so hot." Zhou Chi glanced at her lightly, picked up the dumplings and dipped them in vinegar.

After a while, Jiang Sui plucked up the courage and took the initiative to mention: "Are you unhappy last night? Drinking so much wine."

Zhou Chi paused and did not answer the conversation.

Jiang Sui didn't ask again and whispered: "Don't drink so much in the future, it's not good for your health."

Zhou Chi looked up at her for a while and nodded.

Zhou Chi ate half of the two boxes of dumplings. He put down the chopsticks. He didn't get up to do anything else, but leaned on the sofa to watch TV. Jiang Sui also ate a lot, and there were still some left. She packed it up alone, collected the garbage, and wiped the coffee table clean.

It was already dark outside and the movie was not finished.

The air conditioner is turned on a high temperature, the heat is sufficient, and the room is warm.

Jiang Sui sat in the original place and turned to take a look. Zhou Chi's posture became even lazy. He had changed from leaning to lying down. His unique appearance made him very young from head to toe.

The two watched TV quietly, and no one mentioned what happened last night again.

About five or six minutes later, Zhou Chi got up and went to the bathroom. After going to the toilet, he went to the desk to search.

Jiang Suizheng focused on watching TV and handed a small iron box to her-

A whole box of toffees.

Jiang Sui looked at him in surprise.

Zhou Chi said patiently: "Forget it if you don't eat it."

He recycled his hand, and Jiang Sui grabbed the edge of the box: "I'll eat!" She grabbed a handful of candy.

Zhou Chi sat back on the sofa, raised her feet on the small wooden table, peeled a candy and threw it into her mouth.

Jiang Suiying said that his taste is so strange, he likes to eat sour and sweet, so why do his teeth grow so well?

As the movie is coming to an end, the police begin to close the internet.

Jiang Sui asked Zhou Chi: "Do you like watching this kind of movie?"

Zhou Chi said: "I don't like it."

"Then you still see?"

"I'm too lazy to change."

Good reason.

Is there anything more lazy than you?

"I don't think it looks good," said Jiang Sui.

“Where’s not good-looking?”

"It's too fake." Jiang Sui pointed to the screen and said to him, "The logic is not rigorous. Look at that woman, she was exposed just now. None of those people suspected that she was an undercover agent. Isn't it strange?"

Zhou Chi looked at her sideways and sneered softly.

Jiang Sui was puzzled: "Why are you laughing at?"

Zhou Chi asked: "Does this happen to you in everything you do?"

“What is it?”

He laughed again, his thin eyes raised, and replied to her two words: "Silly."

“…”

Jiang Sui was about to speak when Zhizhi's cry came downstairs: "Sister! Have a meal!"

The little boy's voice penetrated the wall and entered the room. Jiang Sui got up, put a few candies in his hand into his pocket, and asked Zhou Chi, "Do you still have supper?"

"Not to eat." Zhou Chi, "I'm full."

"Then I'll go down." She walked to the door with the leftover half box of dumplings and turned around, "Will you go to school tomorrow?"

"go."

She nodded, put on her shoes, and smiled at him, and the light fell into her eyes.

"You go to bed early."

The movie is over, the ending song is high and cheerful, and a long cast of credits is played on the screen.

The room was empty, as if no one had ever been there.

Zhou Chi raised his eyes, stared at the door for a while, and looked down at the cigarette box in the school uniform pocket.

*

After finishing his homework, Jiang Sui walked around the No. 2 Middle School Post Bar. The QQ prompt sounded, and there was a new message, Su Yao, the class’s literary committee member.

"Asui Asui, please help urgently!"

Jiang Sui was surprised and asked her what was wrong. Su Yao quickly typed a line of words: "It's the New Year's Day show. The group dance I arranged now needs a candidate, so I'll decide you, okay? You must promise me! Sure!"

Jiang Sui was confused and knocked over a string of question marks.

"A girl in Class 4 was injured and quit. I will tell you in detail tomorrow. I have to quit quickly. My mother is coming to pull the network cable!" Su Yao threw down this sentence and escaped.

The next day, Su Yao passed a small note for Jiang Sui and successfully persuaded her to help.

There is less than a week before New Year's Day, and the rehearsal time is tight.

Jiang Sui has learned dance for four years before, which is a bit basic. Su Yao’s dance is not difficult. Jiang Sui practices with everyone for several consecutive days, and practices for another hour after school every day, and soon becomes decent.

The holiday is on New Year's Day, so the show time is set on the 31st.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, classes in the whole school were closed and the performance began at three o'clock.

In addition to inviting some leaders and teachers, the main audience is actually freshmen in the first grade of senior high school, and the admission tickets are only given to senior high school students. The nature is similar to the new year meeting, which is the tradition of No. 2 Middle School. Of course, rules are dead, people live, and every year there are always many senior high school students who are infiltrated into the auditorium through various channels.

Zhang Huanming had connections among his first-year high school juniors and got six tickets early.

Many girls in Class 3 have performances, and Zhao Xuer is there, so many boys want to watch it. The six tickets in Zhang Huanming's hands have become popular.

He gave the brothers a hand and threw one for Zhou Chi.

Song Xu, the Sports Commission, ran to leave the last picture.
To be continued...