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The boy's face was expressionless, but his ears were slightly red. After Shi Liang left, he said, "I just want to change my hair color, not just today."

Yan Xueyiao narrowed her eyes: "It's pretty cute."

The boy's ears were even more red, but fortunately it was winter, and the hat completely covered his red ears.

"Mr. Wang told me about your monthly test results in advance." Yan Xueyiao paused for a while and continued, "Four hundred and forty-five points."

A full score of 750 points, 445 points is a good result in Border Town, if it is in Yan City, it is only the last level.

But a well-kneaded hand fell, Yan Xueyiao rubbed his flamboyant red hair, and said softly, "You did well in the test."

His unease disappeared without a trace.

*

Ji Shu was picked up and dropped off by the driver. He walked into the villa with the transcript in hand. Mrs. Shen was sitting in the flower hall arranging flowers. She glanced at him and asked, "Have the monthly test results come out?"

"Come out." Ji Shu's voice was unusually low, "only 640 points in the test."

"It's a step backward from last time." Mrs. Shen's tone was still soft, "But it's just a monthly test, you don't need to be too concerned about it."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Shu's hand holding the report card finally relaxed. When he was about to go to the restaurant, Mrs. Shen said lightly, "The soup in the kitchen is still short of heat. Let's eat it after reading the book."

Ji Shu didn't dare to go against it, so he could only go to the study. The attached middle school had a heavy course of work, and he was so tired after a morning of class that he couldn't read a word when he opened the book, but he could only sit upright in front of the desk.

Shen Chi took Yan Xuexiao to visit the campus. After the visit, he asked, "Do you like sushi? Last time I went to a sushi restaurant in the provincial capital with my friends. The cooking techniques were average, but the food was fresh."

"You are the host." Yan Xueyiao looked at the dilapidated playground and said, "You have the final say."

The first time as the host, Shen Chi carefully planned the route. There was a bus from Biancheng to the provincial capital, but it took four or five hours to go back and forth. He called a car on the side of the road, the driver took them to the gate of the square, and the two got off the bus. Go to the sushi restaurant.

"welcome."

It was the same waiter who entertained them last time, who led them to the box, and Shen Chi handed the menu to Yan Xueyiao: "You order it."

"Is there anything delicious?" the young man asked.

"White truffle salad, tuna belly, Matsuba crab, tamagoyaki, arctic scallop sashimi, sukiyaki, and udon noodles are also delicious." Shen Chi didn't even think about answering.

"I want these." Yan Xueyiao said to the waiter.

The waiter wrote down the name of the dish. He still remembered the last time the red-haired boy wanted to drink, and asked Xiang Shenchi thoughtfully, "What kind of wine do you want?"

The bad boy with red hair denied it convincingly: "I don't drink."

Yan Xueyiao glanced at the boy: "Two glasses of juice."

The waiter walked out of the private room with the menu, and it didn't take long for the dishes to arrive in order.

It was inconvenient for Shen Chi to wear a wrist guard on his right hand. Although he could eat with his left hand, he couldn't open the crab legs when he encountered Matsuba crab. He was not disappointed and continued to eat other dishes.

Yan Xuexiao was very quiet when he was eating, and he was also eating silently when suddenly a small bowl appeared in his hand.

There was nothing else in the bowl, but full of dismantled blue crab meat. The crab meat spread out like pine needles. He was stunned for a while, and coldly covered his confusion: "I'm not a child anymore, I can eat it by myself. ."

"I know." The young man asked gently, "Can you please help me finish the meal?"

Shen Chi lowered his head and reluctantly accepted: "Yes."

He dipped in the ground wasabi and ate the crab meat in small sips. The taste was not as good as the last time he ate it, but it was still fresh and tender, with a touch of sweetness. The amber eyes of the youth were narrowed.

He lowered his head and ate the crab meat. The box for the two of them was extraordinarily quiet. He dipped too much wasabi in the last bite of the sashimi, and his nostrils were filled with a spicy smell. .

"What's wrong?" he asked after taking a sip of juice.

"It's nothing." Yan Xuexiao's voice was calm.

He continued to drink, and only after drinking a cup did he realize that the cup was wrong. He looked at the table and suddenly found that the cup in his hand belonged to Yan Xuexiao. No wonder he just looked at it.

His face quickly turned red, and the temperature of his left hand holding the cup was so hot that there was a warm feeling between his lips, as if he was gently touched, and he subconsciously wanted to leave.

The seats in the box are two-tiered, and the left and right sides are lower than the main seat. Yan Xuexiao watched the boy keep moving down, and finally sat on the left side of the schoolbag.

Shen Chi noticed Yan Xuexiao's gaze, and felt nervous for no reason. He opened his schoolbag and took out the math test paper issued by the monthly exam to explain: "I remembered that I couldn't do a question, and suddenly wanted to try it."

"Let me see." The young man's cold voice came from above.

He never thought that Yan Xueyiao would take it seriously, so he could only bite the bullet and hand the paper to Yan Xueyiao, but the teacher explained the answer over and over, and he didn't have time to explain the derivation, and he really didn't know the whole paper.

"Sit down."

The young man said suddenly.

After hesitating for a while, he cautiously moved closer to Yan Xueyiao.

However, Yan Xueyiao looked at him quietly, so he had to move a little further, this time the distance was even closer, he could smell the scent of pine trees in the snow on Yan Xueyiao's body, and his breath could not help but stop.