The warm breath sprayed on him, and Pei Song's ears trembled a little sensitively, and he looked up at the boy again. He Wenshi's expression was the same as always, but there was still a little fatigue between his eyebrows.
...Okay.
Pei Song curled his lips.
Considering that He Wenshi had fed him for several days, it was no big deal to let him hold him as a pet and sleep for a night to comfort him.
After glaring at He Wenshi again, Pei Song let out a sigh of relief, curled up and fell asleep on the boy's arm.
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The consequence of sleeping like this for a night was that Pei Song woke up the next day and found himself numb from being pressed. He
was sore all over.
So early on Monday morning, He Wenshi came to the classroom. When he saw Pei Song who was reciting words and was about to say hello, he saw Pei Song glance at him faintly, with some inexplicable resentment in his eyes. He
Wenshi:?
Pei Song snorted again, retracted his gaze and didn't look at him again.
He Wenshi:?
He walked over with a smile and asked humbly: "Classmate, how did I offend you?"
Pei Song stared at the word book: "Think about it yourself."
He Wenshi raised his eyebrows in confusion, and was about to say something else when he was interrupted.
"Class monitor!" The sports committee member rushed towards Pei Song enthusiastically with a registration form.
The name of the sports committee member was Chen Li. The sports meeting was about to start, and he was busy and anxious these days because no one was willing to sign up to participate.
He stopped one step away from Pei Song and looked at him pitifully: "Class monitor, you should feel sorry for me. I can't find anyone to sign up."
Although he looked cold, Pei Song's temper was actually OK in private. As long as he was not provoked, he would help him with big and small things. After being in the same class for a year, his classmates had already figured out his temper and would pretend to be pitiful and ask the class monitor for help whenever they had nothing to do.
Pei Song turned a page of the vocabulary book and agreed, "Then just sign me up for one." He paused and added, "But don't blame me if you lose."
Except for Class 1, the rest of the classes have more or less a few sports students. Although Pei Song's physique is not bad, it is still a bit difficult to compete with those sports students.
He Wenshi heard his words and exclaimed, as if looking at him in surprise.
"Class monitor Pei will also admit that he is not as good as others." He came closer and asked in a low voice with a smile.
Hearing the teasing in the words, Pei Song glanced at him, and seemed a little speechless. He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and reviewed a word: "Why should I compete with others for something I am not good at?"
It was quite generous.
He Wenshi looked at him and smiled.
They were too close, and Chen Li didn't hear clearly. After contentedly signing up for a project for Pei Song, his eyes rolled and he saw He Wenshi again, and immediately smiled and greeted him.
But before he opened his mouth, Pei Song rejected He Wenshi's request: "He has an injury on his leg and can't participate." As soon as he
finished speaking, Pei Song reacted immediately and almost bit his tongue.
He Wenshi looked over and squinted slightly. Chen Li made two "ohs" sounds in understanding, and then said a few words casually, and then ran off to pester other students.
After Chen Li left, He Wenshi turned his pen and looked at Pei Song with an ambiguous look: "Classmate, how did you know that I had an injury on my leg?"
Because I saw the hospital diagnosis form at your house before.
Pei Song saw He Wenshi's medical record the next night after he arrived at his home.
It said that he was hit by a heavy object and his calf bone was fractured. He needed to rest and not do strenuous exercise.
This matter must not be told. Pei Song pinched the vocabulary book in his hand and said calmly: "The class teacher mentioned it to me before."
He is the class monitor. If the class teacher asks him to take care of the new students more often, it is normal to tell him about this matter.
"Really." He Wenshi raised his eyebrows.
Pei Song's tone was calm and he took the initiative: "What do you think?"
He Wenshi smiled and said nothing.
The morning self-study began, and the two began to do their own things. Inadvertently, He Wenshi glanced at Pei Song's fingers.
The boy has a pair of very beautiful hands.
Slender, thin and white, with a small light red mole on the side of the second section of his middle finger on his right hand, which rises and falls slightly as he flips through the vocabulary book.
He Wenshi turned his pen and an association came to his mind.
Strange, there seems to be such a mole on Mimi's paw.
Just like this, a few days passed, and it was soon the weekend. The last incident was still vivid in Pei Song's mind. He couldn't help but worry about how to spend the next Sunday.
But before he could come up with a solution, the accident happened again.
At ten o'clock that night, he lay on the bed in the dormitory as usual, but his body did not feel the fever and fatigue as before.
Ten o'clock, ten ten, ten twenty.
At half past ten, he still did not turn back into a cat, and was still lying in the dormitory.
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