Chapter 5: Shouldn't ...... like him?

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"I want to go dye my head."

Lu Beihuai heard Song Qie say this right after he sat down in the classroom, and he was so sure that he had just finished studying and now he wanted to dye his hair, he had dyed red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and this time he didn't know what he was going to do.

"I want to dye my hair back to black." Song Qie sat in the "Song Qie" seat, quickly familiar with the environment, how to say is also an international school, are small class system, similar to the environment of his previous study abroad, it is not yet time for class, there are not many students in the class, see him back to the classmates are very warmly greeted him.

Or the kind of exaggerated enthusiasm of the kind, afraid of him to give a bad face, it seems that this "Song Qie" parents background is indeed very good, but then again this is all Lu Beihuai's. The "Song Qie" parents background is indeed very good, but then again this is all Lu Beihuai.

Thinking of the hand subconsciously touched into the drawer, touched a small mirror, did not think much about it took out to shine, shine the mirror, he froze for a moment.

Isn't this stinker a little too skillful.

He's not such a stinker!

Looking in the small mirror silently ruffled his hair.

Lu Beihuai seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago as he took out his books and notebooks from the drawer, "Okay, but can we not skip class this time?"

Song Qie took the small mirror back to the drawer, "What class do I have to skip, I'm going to study hard and not skip class." After saying that, she held out her hand towards Lu Beihuai: "Let me take a look at the notes."

Lu Beihuai hesitated for two seconds and handed his notebook to Song Qie : "We're going to have Calculus BC later, and the teacher is going to talk about the monthly exam papers."

Song Qie flipped through Lu Beihuai's notebook, which came with the problem book, and the handwriting was beautiful and neat. After flipping through a dozen or so pages, she probably knew that Lu Beihuai had taken Calculus BC, which was one of the more difficult courses in the AP program.

Sweep a few questions, but also probably know Lu Beihuai often wrong topic is which type, and wrong are the same type of questions, and then look down, some of the topics are really for high school students is raw, he previously middle school and high school are not in the country to study, but to see these questions still feel the gap between the domestic high school and foreign countries.

This is not exactly an easy set of questions for a monthly test.

Such a topic is not like a college entrance examination question, more like a competition question, such a degree of the question test is not the logical thinking ability of this student, to be precise, is the need for this student at the same time with logic, abstraction, generalization, reasoning ability, the whole set of questions thinking a large amount of functionality, can be said to be the nightmare of the test takers, even for the candidates who have excellent grades will also have such feelings.

He picked up his pen and held out his hand toward Lu Beihuai, "Show me your paper."

Lu Beihuai looks at him and after a moment hands him the roll.

Song Qie unfolded Lu Beihuai's Calculus BC, which he had passed with 3 points, and flipped through the pages, looking over at Lu Beihuai as he realized in the penultimate question that Lu Beihuai had gotten another one of these types of questions wrong:

"What is the significance of your ...... wrong notes for questions?"

Lu Beihuai ："...... "He really wanted to say, you an infinitely close to zero points have any reason to say meaning, do not know Song Qie want to play what, only to be able to see the trick: "Well, is to repeatedly Remind yourself that this type can't be wrong again."

"But you're wrong again." Song Qie put the test paper down and flexed his fingers to tap the title. When he finished, he realized Lu Beihuai was staring at him and gulped, "...... What for?"

Who knows, I saw Lu Beihuai bowed his head and smiled, not to mention, the male tall who looks like this smiles so beautifully, the visual is very enjoyable.

Song Qie silently goosebumps, this is the blackened perversion of the formation of ah, scolded him to criticize him can also laugh out, in the end, what is the mentality, really epileptic Gong Oh.

"No, just quite happy that young master wants to start studying properly." Lu Beihuai was always used to seeing tricks in this person, he took the sketchbook and put it in front of Song Qie: "So are we still going to the bar after school today?"

It was also at this time that a few footsteps came from the doorway, and before Song Qie could raise his head, he saw three tall figures walking into the classroom, settling into the tables and chairs around him, and perhaps it was because of the strong aura that he silently raised his head.

I saw F3 from somewhere sitting in front of him and Lu Beihuai, like a three-legged triangle.

Especially Xie Jingchu, dragging his chair to sit down, his arm just like this on his desktop, directly pressing on his test paper, leaning forward slightly, smiling wilfully with a bit of nastiness, watching him, "Why do you feel like being sick has gotten you rusty with the three of us, do you want to go out and play later? Calculus BC isn't your least favorite?"

Song Qie felt a shoe under the desk touch his shoe, glanced down and saw that it was Xie Jingchu's, and in response to this person's amused and teasing look, he didn't move and slowly took a deep breath, suppressing his heartbeat that was beating noisily.

...... nervous again.

To be honest, he didn't know how "Song Qie" got along with these three people, but from the feeling, it was definitely a case of things coming together, and these four gentlemen were definitely playing without any sense of boundaries.

He was studying abroad at that time is not without such a situation, because always cold face was said where superiority, and even some like to provoke him, his usual solution is also not to respond to silence to deal with.

Knowing that talking would only make him lose his aura to the other side, silence was sometimes a counterattack, and not talking would at least still be perceived as badass.

It was also known that these people wouldn't dare to really touch themselves.

But now he's not himself, he's "Song Qie", obviously an e-man, and that can only be done in the way of an e-man.

Silently, he began to brainwash himself, cheer up, and take on the aura of his nest.

"What test paper are you looking at." Shen Tingsi stood up slightly, pulled the test paper in front of Song Qie, unfolded it and looked at it quite seriously, his eyes fell on Lu Beihuai, and he suddenly laughed: "Three points?"

"What are you laughing at."

Shen Tingsi looked up to Song Qie, seeing this guy suddenly cold face, helplessly smiled, "Song Song, what's the matter with you, Lu Beihuai, I still can't say it? When did you become so protective of him?"

Song Qie gripped the pen, his fingertips slightly white from the exertion, but also restrained himself from the slightest change in expression, he met Shen Tingsi's gaze, "Lu Beihuai 3 points, so how many points do you have? 5 points?"

Shen Tingsi's expression obviously changed, obviously did not expect Song Qie to take it more seriously, and this sentence was right on the point of provoking him, he put away the smirk on his face, threw the test paper back on the table, leaned back in his chair carelessly, and with a ''da'' sound, his long legs lifted up and placed it directly on Lu Beihuai's desk.

The face was indeed svelte and handsome, but the behavior was utterly scummy and full of insults and provocations.

Song Qie looked again at Xie Jingchu, who was still lying on his own paper, and after two seconds of silence, said, "What about you, 5 points?"

Xie Jingchu : "......?" He raised an eyebrow and sat up.

Song Qie lastly set his eyes on Zhou Ming, who was sitting on Lu Beihuai's right, and who had just pinched him in the face, and was so rude that he was furious.

He looked at Zhou Ming and faintly asked, "What about you, with a 5?"

Obviously, three simple sentences directly pissed off F3, who had a hardcore calculus grade.

"Young master, don't be like this, I'm fine." Lu Beihuai gently patted Song Qie's back, his tone was gentle as he looked at the three people in front of him, "It's fine, don't hurt the feelings of the few of you because of me, my grades really aren't good enough and the jokes are right."

Song Qie glanced at Lu Beihuai, a warm hearted green tea man, mentally tough enough, watertight, a bowl of water leveling.

It was really worth his while to learn.

Learn it up, one bowl at a time.

Seeing the other three brothers staring at him with their faces darkened, he silently coughed and reached out his hand to push Shen Tingsi's leg away with force before taking Lu Beihuai's test paper, "Sit over here all of you, I'll teach you how to do the questions."

The big deal is to take the flyer on them to Harvard and save a life later.

The comment was apparently met with four silent stares.

Song Qie pretended to calmly unfold the test paper, lowered his eyes, unconsciously rubbed the edges of the test paper with his fingertips, and muttered in a small voice, "...... love to learn or not, or not learn to pull down."

The words were spoken softly, even with an unpleasant hum.

Afternoon light fell into the classroom, a slight light enveloped in the pink-headed teenager sitting against the window, lowered his head, has long been reddened ears will be the original form of nervousness and urgency, already born beautiful, white and beautiful, coupled with such a demeanor almost in front of a few people have not seen.

It was like a pink and white peach, the tiny cheek fuzz as ripe in the daylight from the blush coming through the cheeks.

Even that last statement seemed like petulance.

Teenage heartbeats are really pure, and hell knows what other detail suddenly touches the heartstrings and the heart begins to flutter.

Shen Tingsi, who was sitting on the back of the chair, Xie Jingchu, who was lying on the desktop, and Zhou Ming, who was sitting next to him without saying a word, all had their eyes on the same person.

Just then, the sharp sound of a chair pulling against the floor broke the moment's focused gaze on someone.

"Young master, I'll learn." Lu Beihuai pulled his chair closer to Song Qie.

The warmth of his arm was plastered against the other man's arm through the thin shirt.

Song Qie felt Lu Beihuai close up, seeing him suddenly leaning so close to her, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her grip on the pen tightened, her eyes lowered without looking at him again, the tip of the pen fell on the surface of the scroll and blacked out a small dot, "Oh, good."

The scene also suddenly angered no one.

Zhou Ming stood up with his pockets in his pockets, his chair making a sharp noise as he rose, and he sulked, "Walk away from me."

"Keep your voice down." Song Qie's skin rose at the shrill voice, and she couldn't help but glance up at Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming subconsciously lightens his movements, but his face sinks again when he realizes what he is doing, and he walks out regardless, his back looking displeased.

Lu Beihuai looked at Zhou Ming, who was walking out the door, and then saw Song Qie, who was really giving him a lecture, and thought to himself, "Song Qie doesn't seem to be treating himself very well; the same way he pushes a chair, he pushes Song Qie and doesn't lose his temper, but when Zhou Ming pushes a chair, he criticizes him".

Suddenly he understood the one hundred and eighty degree shift in attitude towards him over the past few days.

Song Qie It's not ...... like him, is it?