The teeth are biting the half of the candy, and the fruit hard candy is held in the mouth from the half candy paper. The fresh fruit taste is sweet and sour and delicious.

Shan Qiye smiled and said, "You can eat a piece too, it's delicious."

"Do not."

Seems like an expected rejection.

Shan Qiye took apart a piece of fruit candy and said, "Don't you want to save it for me to eat? The military training is only fifteen days, and I can't eat so much."

Qin Yimu said nothing, picked up the candy on the bed and put it back into the bag.

"Hey, wait..." Shan Qiye stretched out his hand to press him, but Qin Yimu's movements were much faster than him, and he didn't have time to rescue a few pieces of candy from Qin Yimu's hands, "It's not for Mine, why did you bring it back?"

"not good."

"What's wrong? Is it bad to eat too much candy? It doesn't matter, I'm measured." Shan Qiye raised his hand and handed the piece of candy he opened to Qin Yimu's mouth, "Try it?"

"Do not……"

Shan Qiye expected that Qin Yimu would refuse, and shoved the candy in the moment he said no.

In a flash, the sugar in his mouth was sweet, but Qin Yimu still couldn't understand what was going on.

It might be an annoying thing to be stuffed with something that you don't want to eat, but Qin Yimu's mood is calm, and this kind of trivial matter can't make his mood fluctuate.

Especially when he saw Shan Qiye tilt his head slightly, the candy in his mouth propped up a small bulge on the left cheek, and he smiled as if he had been absorbed by the sweet candy.

Shan Qiye said with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

"sweet."

It is obviously sweet and sour fruit candy, the shell melts a little in the hot summer, and the entrance even feels slightly sticky.

But inexplicably sweet to the heart.

The next day, meet at five in the morning.

Shan Qiye's feet are almost healed, and he can participate in training as usual.

But yesterday because of excitement, he lay on the bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. If Qin Yimu hadn't gone to bed early, he would have climbed on other people's beds and talked to him at night.

It's actually not good to be too excited, as soon as the consequences come, he can't bear it.

The most notable one is - can't get up in the morning at all!

Close your eyes at four o'clock and wake up at 4:30. Who can stand this?

However, the alarm clock at 4:30 rang on time, and Shan Qiye closed his eyes and threw the annoying mobile phone away.

He didn't do anything like this at home, but suddenly he was shocked, he opened his eyes abruptly, it wasn't his cell phone!

Before he could sit up, he turned his head and saw Qin Yimu standing beside the bed. He turned off the alarm clock and put the constantly noisy mobile phone aside, and said coldly, "Go wash up."

Shan Qiye's hazy drowsiness hasn't dissipated yet. Although he was briefly awake from the excitement just now, the drowsiness afterward swept over, giving him no chance to guard at all.

Shan Qiye made a Hache, and squinted at the man beside the bed, he whispered, "I can't open my eyes, my eyes." The low voice was a little hoarse, and he didn't notice it himself. grievance.

However, the time for the gathering is almost up, and it takes at least five minutes to wash up. If you delay any longer, you will be late.

"Get up." Qin Yimu put his hand on his shoulder, trying to lift him up.

Shan Qiye grabbed Qin Yimu's hand and threw it into his arms, hugging his arm with both hands, he didn't remember, he carefully stretched out his hand, curled his left hand, and separated his index finger and thumb a little distance. He said, "A, a little more sleep... just, just a little bit."

As he spoke, he was really about to be coaxed to sleep by himself.

Letting his chosen son of staying up late to get up early is simply too torturous.

He and Qin Yimu were discussing, but Qin Yimu seemed to be unwilling to eat hard or soft. Shan Qiye sniffed, grabbed him and said, "Don't get up, I'm so sleepy at the same table. …”

"Um."

Then, Shan Qiye felt that his hands were empty. What about people and people?

Empty-handed grasping twice, caught a lonely.

I was still holding something in my arms just now, it's quite unaccustomed to be empty.

Shan Qiye closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side on the pillow, trying to shake the sleepiness out of it.

As a result, as the swaying movement got bigger and bigger, he didn't know whether he was drowsy or not, but it was true that he was a little dizzy.

Shan Qiye hurriedly stopped his stupid behavior. If it really shook him to sleep, he could laugh at himself for a semester.

After entertaining himself, Shan Qiye closed his eyes and rolled his eyes, feeling that something was wrong.

... my roommate?

Standing by my bed just now, what about my big deskmate?

Could it be that because I stayed in bed, the same table abandoned me and left?

Thinking of this sad story, Shan Qiye almost didn't cry for a round on the spot.

But before he could start groaning, he heard a 'click'.

- He went and returned at the same table!

Shan Qiye didn't open his eyes, but he still couldn't hide his happiness, "You are at the same table... huh?!"

A slightly moist, warm air towel directly covered his face.

Then there was his deskmate who didn't wipe it gently.

Chapter 19

After wiping his face, Qin Yimu even brought a toothbrush and toothpaste over. Shan Qiye was not used to being served, so he sat up quickly, leaned over with a smile and said, "It's been hard work at the same table, I'll do the rest myself. ." While talking, he didn't forget to take the toothbrush.

He held the toothbrush in his hand, and Shan Qiye would inevitably touch it when he took it. In addition, he didn't look at it, so he hit him, his eyes were blurred by physiological tears, and he scratched it twice. I didn't get the toothbrush, and after taking a closer look, I realized that I was holding Qin Yimu's hand.

Shan Qiye raised his eyebrows and looked at him with great interest, "At the same table, why don't you hide?"