He turned around, picked up the white towel on the edge table and covered his head, stepped on the wooden floor with half-wet feet, leaving a slightly messy watermark.

Zhou Chi's body is very good, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. He does not have the weakness of a young man, nor does he have the exaggerated muscles that are scary. His chest and abdomen are tight, his back muscles are smooth, and his collarbone is so beautiful that it makes people ashamed.

He stood obliquely, his long legs bent slightly, and his short hair was rubbed with his hunched head.

The floor-to-ceiling lamp by the wall shone gently, and his skin after he came out of the bath was refreshing and pure.

After wiping his hair, Zhou Chi threw away the towel, stood up, raised his eyes and was stunned.

The door was half open at some point, and there was a thin figure at the door. Her hand was still pressing against the door handle, looking straight at him.

Confronting his eyes, she turned her face in a second.

Zhou Chi picked up the sweatpants from the small sofa and put them on, put them on a T-shirt while saying, "Come in."

The figure paused for a while, walked into the door lightly, and stood next to the shoe rack.

"Aunt Tao asked you to have a meal." A soft voice.

Zhou Chi raised his eyebrows and his voice was a little cold, "I said I don't need to call me, forgot?"

Jiang Sui glanced at the black T-shirt on his body, and was not very focused. "...Aunt Tao said, you eat indiscriminately and your body is damaged and she can't bear it. If you don't eat the food she cooks, she won't eat today."

“…”

Zhou Chi looked at her, Jiang Sui looked at him for a moment, and some other scenes floated around his mind.

She looked away silently.

"I'll go down first." Jiang Sui turned around and walked out, tripped by the small shoe-changing bench next to her. She stood firm on the wall and walked out quickly.

A little weak in legs.

Jiang Sui leaned against the wall at the door for a while, his face almost burned to charcoal.

Not silenced...

She spread her sweaty palms and slowly went downstairs.

Downstairs, Zhizhi had finished his meal and was drinking soup. When he saw Jiang following him, he was a little surprised: "Sister, do you have a fever? Why is your face red like a peach?"

"The air conditioner is too hot." Jiang Sui threw a word and entered the bathroom.

Zhizhi scratched his head, ignored her, and went upstairs to play games after drinking the soup.

About five or six minutes later, Zhou Chi came down. He wore a thin gray shirt, his short hair was almost dry and a little fluffy.

Aunt Tao was very pleased and gave him a bowl of rice. She talked kindly for a while, telling him to eat normally in the future. Jiang Sui heard him respond a few times.

Why are you so obedient?

Maybe it's to give Aunt Tao face.

Aunt Tao couldn't rest, so she went to the laundry room to work hard, and the only two of them were left in the small restaurant.

Jiang Sui lowered her head and ate a little purple potato. She stared at the patterns on the edge of the bowl, eating without distraction. When she was about to finish her meal, she quietly looked up and glanced at the person sitting opposite her.

He lowered his eyes, held the chopsticks and picked up a piece of spinach, ate it slowly, his dark eyelashes slightly closed, and then separated, looking at her.

"Is there any?" His face raised slightly, and his eyes fell into her bowl.

Jiang Sui was puzzled: "Hmm?"

"Purple potato."

"Oh, yes." Jiang got up and took out a small plate from the steaming basket in the kitchen for him.

She sat down and said, "I'm sorry just now."

Zhou Chi raised her eyes and looked at her.

Jiang Sui: "I didn't mean it."

Hearing him nodded, Jiang Sui breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to drink the soup.

A few seconds later, a faint sentence floated across from the opposite side—

"How long have you been watching?"

“…”

Jiang Sui was choked by the soup, and his face turned red with coughing. He heard him laughing, harsh and mocking.

Fortunately, Aunt Tao appeared in time and broke the desperate situation.

"A Sui finished eating? Eat more, you are so thin!"

"I'm full!" Jiang Sui packed up his bowls and chopsticks and went upstairs to go back to the room.

*

At half past ten, Jiang Sui finished a set of math test papers, packed up his schoolbag, leaned against the bedside and read the novel for half an hour.

This book was lent to her by Lin Lin, a very ordinary little book.

Jiang Sui doesn't like watching this kind of thing. She likes to watch suspense and reasoning. Helplessly, Lin Lin strongly recommends it to let her read the comments after reading it. The story is very simple. Young boys and girls love each other, and then they mess up a lot. The young love cannot withstand the twists and turns, and the tragedy ends.

Everyone says that tragedy has more touching power, but Jiang Sui didn't resonate much after watching it.

Since I like someone, I don’t have so many reasons to be separated, and I just want to be with him.

In addition, she also found many illogical details in the book.

It's boring.

Jiang Sui closed the book and lay down for a while. It was strange that she was not sleepy at all. She spent five minutes facing the ceiling, turned over, took out the sketchbook from the drawer, and sharpened a new pencil again.

The last page of the book is left blank.

The computer was not turned off, so she clicked on the No. 2 Middle School post, opened the school grass ranking post, compared it with her own sketchbook, and looked at it. She had already drawn Chen Yao. She pulled from top to bottom, and there were various new nominations in the post, and the photos were very rich.

A familiar name slid over the screen, Jiang Su paused his finger, swiped his mouse, and stopped after a few seconds.

"Zhou Chi, Grade 2 (3) Class."

There are two photos below, a front photo of the blue and white school uniform. He stood on the basketball court, his hands in his pocket, nodded slightly, and his eyebrows were picturesque.

The clarity is first-class, and 80% are works contributed by insiders in Class 3.

The other one should be a sneak shot from the side, and the background is the playground rostrum. He is wearing a gray sweatshirt and black trousers. He has a finger against a basketball, slightly lifting his chin, and his face is excellent.

Jiang Sui looked at it for a while and felt rich in inspiration. Unfortunately, his thoughts went wrong. The scene he walked into the table lights tonight was like the scene he walked into the lights wet.

Eyebrows, clavicles, chest and abdomen, waist and hips, long legs, ankles, water drops...

Is Jiang Sui you sick?

This is not about appreciating beauty, this is... obscene.

Jiang Sui slapped his cheeks, rubbed his eyes, pulled the mouse down, and continued to look back at others.

After reading it for a while, the last page of the book was still blank.

When it was almost half past eleven, she pulled the mouse back and stopped the cursor between Zhou Chi's eyebrows and eyes. After half a minute, she picked up the pen and formed the shape.

...

The next morning, Jiang Sui missed the alarm clock for the first time. He got up late and Aunt Tao had already gone out to buy vegetables. Even Zhizhi had left. She hurried to school and the morning reading class had already begun fifteen minutes.

Four boys stood in a row in the corridor, all of whom were late, and Zhou Chi stood at the end, standing out from the crowd.

Old Sun was angrily criticizing and educating, spitting everywhere.

Jiang Sui ran out of sweat with her backpack on her back. She stopped behind Lao Sun in embarrassment, neither moving forward nor retreat.

Everyone in the classroom looked at her.

The rules of the three-class class clearly stipulate that if you are late, you cannot enter the classroom when you are late. You must stand in the corridor to read as a punishment.

Jiang Sui is a good student in the class and has always been favored by teachers. Half of the classmates in the class are surprised and half are watching the show, and they want to see what Lao Sun does to deal with it, whether to protect the partiality or treat everyone equally?

After scolding the boy, Lao Sun turned around and saw Jiang Sui standing at the door. He came from the office and was in the corridor to train people. Before he could enter the classroom, he did not expect that Jiang Sui was late today.

"Jiang Sui, what's going on today?" Old Sun glared, obviously very surprised.

"I'm sorry, I've overslept." Jiang Sui's face was flushed by the wind, his hair was not combed neatly, and he felt a little embarrassed.

In front of everyone, Lao Sun could not double the standards. He pointed to the location behind Zhou Chi. Jiang Sui stood over consciously and took out the English book.

Old Sun shook his head and walked into the classroom.

When a few late boys saw Jiang Sui also, they felt honored inexplicably. They smiled and took out the book and read it in a pretentious manner.

Jiang Sui held the book and couldn't read a word. She didn't have enough sleep and her head was drowsy.

There is a slight mint in the air.

Jiang Sui smelled it, turned his head and looked to the side, and found that it was Zhou Chi chewing gum.

He probably slept very well, and his eyes were swollen, but it did not affect his beauty. His single eyelids seemed to have been painted with eyeliner, and the ends of his eyes became thinner and slightly raised upwards. It was difficult to find if he didn't look carefully.

Jiang Sui recalled last night's sketch...

Maybe, your eyes need to be adjusted.
To be continued...