"Why are you smiling at them?"

The body is weak and fragile26

At the end of the school day, the entire class of M stayed in the classroom, and none of them left.

It's because of Song Qie, who gave them the questions in front of the whiteboard.

The afterglow fell into the classroom, and the figure was like a magnolia tree.

The teenager lecturing on the topic had half of his face shrouded in shadow, his voice was clear, and he was methodically giving the following students an analysis of the question types.

The movement and volume of the falling strokes are just right.

The hand holding the whiteboard pen left beautiful and neat handwriting on the board, no matter whether it was a formula or a drawing, all of them made his appearance more deeply engraved in his mind, and it was said that the serious look was the most charming.

Not to mention that Song Qie has never been seen like this.

"Question 5 in Free Response section is the weaker part for you all, but this question is also the overtaking question in Chemistry which decides whether you can get five marks or not, I have a little trick to give you, but it's up to you to digest it or not, if there is anything you understand you can ask in time and I can say it again."

Song Qie looked at the questions on the tablet, put down the tablet, listed the formulas on the whiteboard, and then explained them to the class as she wrote them down.

As risky as it was to reveal that his performance was very different from that of 'Song Qie', it was definitely the best way to protect himself as he needed to be seen by everyone in the shortest possible time, and as they say the most dangerous place is also the safest, no one would have thought that such a change in his performance would have come from outside the book.

So he's taking a chance, and the results, at least so far, have been significant, and the popularity of 10,000 people has improved.

Now all that's missing is Lu Beihuai's impression of him.

He spoke slowly, and as he did so his eyes looked attentively toward Lu Beihuai in the back row, realizing that the man had not looked up and had been writing.

I wonder if I'm listening ......

I think there is, this person is trying so hard to get ahead, but in the previous episodes, he successfully inherited such a big family business.

Song Qie returned her gaze and continued.

Oblivious to the fact that when he retracted his gaze, that silent gaze landed on his back with a few probing and contradictory points, but in the end, he didn't divert his gaze away, but stared straight on.

The students on the stage listened hard and attentively while asking questions promptly if they did not know how.

They, as the M class with the worst results in the school's parallel classes, were said to be worthy of 'Magic' every time they scored such marks, and they had been upset about such public opinion for a long time.

But also, to be honest, their classes change subject teachers so often that it's hard to get used to one before they're given a different teacher.

Previously, because the foursome led by Song Qie often skipped classes or contradicted the teachers, the subject teachers did not dare to mess with these four people, so they could only tolerate them, and if they could not tolerate them, they could only leave.

I don't know when Song Qie changed, and so did the other three.

Class M's popularity rating peaked overnight.

Song Qie is completely different from what the teacher said, Song Qie takes the structure of each subject paper and explains to them each type of question, how to do each type of question, and how to practice.

The young master, who had been at the bottom of the list for the first two and a half years of his life, seemed to have transformed overnight into a school bully, and while everyone was caught off guard, he seemed to have slowly come to terms with it.

Because for them, the ability to learn cannot be faked; a test paper and a mouthful of words will tell you if you have learned anything.

The only way to explain it is that this young master is too lazy to write it not that he can't, or that he goes home at night and gets a tutor to secretly roll it up behind the school's back.

The last two months it just stopped fitting, showdown.

The schoolboy who has been shouted at for two and a half years is actually the schoolboy.

Otherwise, it is said that a bully will have a halo, and Song Qie who was standing in front of us at this time was like a piece of glowing candy, and everyone could not take their eyes off of her, especially after she had understood everything, as if she had hopes of applying to the Ivy League.

......

The time went to six o'clock and the classroom was lit up.

The sun is getting ready to go down.

Song Qie put down her pen, "Let's call it a day, it's also late."

"Good eh!!!"

"Thank you Mr. Song!"

"I didn't think I'd hear it, it's so touching."

Song Qie was a little embarrassed to hear this and touched her ears, "It's just a small thing, I'm happy to help you guys, cheers for the exam tomorrow everyone."

"Okay, I'll go first then."

"Bye."

Only then did the students begin to pack up their things, each with a satisfied smile on their faces, as if today's portion of brain capacity is full again, as if a little bit smarter!

"Mr. Song, why are you so good." Xie Jingchu leaned back in his chair, hugged his arms and hooked his lips as he looked toward Song Qie who was erasing the blackboard in front of him and teased with a smile, "I understand everything that was said."

"That means you're not stupid." Song Qie prepares to erase the whiteboard next to her as well, and just as she sidesteps, the whiteboard eraser in her hand is taken away and she freezes.

"The driver is waiting outside, let's go."

Lu Beihuai wiped the whiteboard clean in two or three strokes, put down the board eraser after wiping, and pulled Song Qie out of the classroom with his free hand.

"Eh eh eh eh ...... my book bag." Song Qie pointed to her seat.

"I took it." Lu Beihuai was carrying two school bags in his other hand.

Song Qie suddenly thought of something, turned back towards Zhou Ming and the three of them and waved her hand, quickly saying, "Bye, cheers for the monthly exam tomorrow!" No matter what, the little skirt in the school bag was finally fooled over.

Lu Beihuai face abruptly gloomy, but also bye-bye, come on?

The hand was slightly more forceful.

Didn't even put a little dress on him today!!!!

Long past the end of the school day, the classrooms of the international school for day trips are deserted and seem unusually empty.

Song Qie was pulled along like this and soon felt a bit out of breath, his hand tried to break away from Lu Beihuai, who knew that the man suddenly stopped, and he himself was caught off guard and crashed into him, the tip of his nose directly hitting the other man's shoulder.

Soreness instantly washed over his forehead and his eyes were wet.

"Why are you stopping for a good reason?" Song Qie rubbed her nose, glanced at Lu Beihuai, and whispered, trying to pull her arm out.

Lu Beihuai didn't let go.

Song Qie noticed Lu Beihuai's hand strength getting heavier and heavier, frowned, and finally failed to hold back the pain and let out a voice, "...... Can you not be so hard, it hurts."

Lu Beihuai met Song Qie's moist eyes, suddenly realized what he was doing, and slowly loosened his hand, only to find that the arm section he was holding had a red circle around it.

"Are you unhappy?" Song Qie rubbed her sore arm, seeing Lu Beihuai's sullen expression, she was a bit puzzled, "I didn't cause you to be unhappy."

Is it because they didn't put a little dress on him today?

That's not true. This one he did on purpose.

Lu Beihuai looked at the silence and didn't say anything.

Song Qie's scalp went numb from his stare, frowning, her eyebrows drooping innocently as she bent down to take the school bag in Lu Beihuai's hand, testing, "Why don't I help you with your school bag?"

Lu Beihuai dodged his hand and didn't let him take it.

Song Qie saw the situation, depressed, holding his hand, and as if he thought of something, quickly changed the topic, worriedly looked at Lu Beihuai: "Is it the hospital sent a message to you that your father ......"

"Uh-huh." Lu Beihuai suddenly couldn't figure out what he was doing, even though it wasn't and answered.

"I'll have the driver take us to the hospital, go see your dad, okay?"

Lu Beihuai was silent again, and after a short while said, "The doctor said things have gotten a lot better in the past two days, so we'll see if we can get out of the icu next week."

"Then go check it out too." Song Qie then says why is this person suddenly in a bad mood, speaking of a filial son who is practically fighting for his sick father, even going to boxing to make money, "Don't go boxing in the future."

"What if I have to go?"

Song Qie's eyes widened in fear: "No, if you dare to go there again, I'll report it to ......," he said, ending abruptly in the middle of his sentence.

What's the point of calling the police? They're regular.

Calling.

Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie was about to cry in a hurry, was he very worried about him, his mood inexplicably improved: "Hug what?"

Song Qie opened her mouth to speak, but finally stifled two words, "Hug you."

As soon as he finished speaking his head instantly went blank.

Well said.

Next time, don't ever talk.

He regretted himself so much that he wanted to find a hole to drill into, and silently turned away, faceless.

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

What was he thinking saying something as unkilling as 'hugging you', huh? How! How! What! Think! The...the...the...the...the...the..! Ah ！！！！

Lu Beihuai took in all of the man's expressions, reddening his ears with shame and hiding himself from looking at himself.

And then when I think of the three that stared straight at Song Qie's presence and moved to tease Song Qie's tone just now when I was giving the tuition, Song Qie also reacted in the same way, is it possible that this guy looks like this to anyone.

The upward curve of his lips came to an abrupt end, and the color of his eyes grew somber.

"Anyway, it's just too dangerous to go back, and you see you weren't supposed to be recovered yet, and you weren't supposed to come to school today, in case you don't feel well--"

"Are you most worried about me?"

Song Qie was interrupted in the middle of his sentence, he looked over at Lu Beihuai and froze for a moment at the question, "Of course I'm worried."

How can you not care if you can hold the big man's leg in the future when it's still up to him to perform!

"Most worried?" Lu Beihuai asked again.

Song Qie Listen to the word, why add a most?

Seeing how serious Lu Beihuai looked, he didn't think much of it and nodded, "Uh-huh."

Lu Beihuai looks a little better again.

"Let's go, go see your father." Song Qie pulled Lu Beihuai's arm, but seeing that he stood still, he was a bit puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Not going." Lu Beihuai's brows were indifferent, his eyes downcast, "If you go, you'll still be standing outside, a doctor will take care of you."

Song Qie stares.

The tone sounded cold, not like one that was very worried about his father.

Totally unrecognizable from the crazy teenager who fought tooth and nail to make money to save up for his father's medical bills.

"Why?" Song Qie asked very softly, "Aren't you worried about him?"

"There's no need to worry too much when you've already earned this money." Lu Beihuai didn't look at Song Qie, sidestepped with the two schoolbags and headed for the stairs, "Let's go."

Song Qie walked two steps faster and hurriedly grabbed Lu Beihuai's arm, "Lu Beihuai."

The light of dusk fell through the glass windows into the stairwell, and the voices echoed, the call seeming somewhat clearer.

The two men stood right next to the door to the stairwell.

Lu Beihuai stopped and glanced back at him, his heart tightening as he bumped into the worried gaze.

"How is your father ...... treating you?" Song Qie was a little worried that she was not asking the right question, and then changed her words, "He is quite good to you, isn't he?"

Actually, he was guessing.

This father could do such a thing as switching two children without being discovered until now, and even dared to approach the Song family and send the real young master to the fake young master as a companion, it was simply a send-up version of a civet cat swapping a prince.

You wouldn't dare to treat Lu Beihuai badly, would you?

When he finished, his eyes cautiously lifted upward, right into this cryptic look, indifferent and mixed with strong emotions, and the air seemed to stagnate.

There it was again, this look that wanted him dead.

That look kills.

"He treats you better than he treats me." Lu Beihuai said and laughed, but the bottom of his eyes were not half warm, "I'd also like to know, on what basis."

Song Qie ："...... "Done, this is not the right time to start this topic.

Ah! This father is no good! How dare he treat Lu Beihuai badly? Isn't he afraid that the Prince will find out? Bold, too bold, and now he wants the Crown Prince to make money to support his illness.

Hey, good grief.

He raised his hand and patted Lu Beihuai's arm, and was thinking of hooking his shoulder to comfort him, but found that it was too high, and had to stand on tiptoe, which was a bit awkward, and then changed his position, opened his arms and directly embraced Lu Beihuai, and barely embraced him in a half-embrace.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you well from now on, if you say one, I'll never say two."

The single embrace, the soft hair on top of his head brushing against his chin, the body heat through the light soapy scent of his shirt, with the words in his ear that felt like a promise.

But it's more like entrapment.

Song Qie thought that this could slightly comfort Lu Beihuai's sensitive emotions, and was thinking of letting go of him, but the next moment he was gripped by the hard wrist, and caught off guard, the whole person was pushed against the wall.

He wrinkled his brow in pain and blanched, raising his eyes in dismay, not looking before the tall figure in front of him loomed up, close enough to encircle him between his arm and the wall, his pupils trembling slightly.

The sunset outside the glass window threw itself into the stairwell, the light split into chunks by the banisters, reflecting on the walls like a prison, and falling on the slender teenager who was trembling with fear.

Along with his taller frame, the oppression of the moment felt like a force majeure constraint, applied to him along with the large hand gripping his wrist.

Song Qie felt his heartbeat speed up abruptly, beating so fast that he panicked, and tried to break away from the hand that grabbed him, only to have his grip doubled and tightened so painfully that he didn't dare to squeak.

"Beihuai, how did you--"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his forehead was pressed against the other man's and his ragged breath fell on his cheek.

His eyelashes fluttered lightly, his eyelids lifting slowly, and he ran straight into the dark eyes that were watching him with cold scrutiny, as if they were devouring and tearing him apart inch by inch, his fingertips curling slightly.

Even the bruise on the corner of the other's lip became a visual violation.

The air was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing remained.

The stare-down was silent and long, so long that he was a little less afraid to breathe, his heart already on the verge of jumping out of his throat.

"Lu Beihuai." Song Qie said, feeling like she was about to cry, "...... What did I do to piss you off?"

When he finished, his cheeks were pinched with great force.

You're not really holding a grudge about not wearing a little dress, are you?

Lu Beihuai stared intently at Song Qie in front of him, feeling him shaking with fear, and pinched his cheeks to force him to look at himself, into those wet eyes that were on the verge of tears.

Think of all those people staring at Song Qie just now.

In that instant, the soreness in his chest swelled to the breaking point.

He lowered his head and clasped the back of the other's neck with the crook of his arm, almost drawing as close as Song Qie could, listening to the guy's fearful gasp, "I don't understand, why is it that if you're so bad everyone is so nice to you? Why is it that my dad hasn't even praised me for working so hard?"

"It's been the same since I was a kid, why doesn't anyone see me no matter what I do?"

The accusation that fell from the top of his head trembled with a vaguely restrained tail, and the eyes that stared at the other man did not shift by half.

Song Qie was caught off guard by this guy's sudden seizure, but hearing him say that, he seems to be suffering from a lack of love, so naturally he could only coax him.

Fighting back the pain in his cheeks, his eyes moist, he coaxed, "I saw what you did, and I think you're fine."

To be honest, in addition to having a seizure from time to time, but Lu Beihuai take care of people no words, every day he has to eat the medicine, how much to eat, when to eat, all to help ' Song Qie ' remember clearly, and even in the body of the onset of the first aid will be carried with you.

"I'm good?"

Song Qie's eyelashes fluttered lightly as she slightly lifted her eyelids to look at Lu Beihuai, nodding her head in a small way, "Uhm, and just now I even drew the curtains."

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie again this wet eyes to cry in a pitiful manner, the indescribable sourness once again swept in his heart to diffuse, sour to his hard chest tightness to the extreme.

He laughed out softly in that self-deprecating way, "In your mind, all I'm good for is pulling the curtains just now?"

Song Qie : "...... That's not it either."

"Then why don't you tell them you like me?"

Song Qie : "......?"

To whom?

"If I'm really good, then why are you smiling at them?"

"Why don't you just smile at me alone?"

"Why?"

"Aren't I your favorite?"

Song Qie listened to the accusation after accusation that fell from above his head, it felt as if Lu Beihuai was about to cry, he glanced over and was greatly shocked that the man's eyes were red.

Lu Beihuai's voice was dark, staring at Song Qie: "You lied to me."