"elder brother."

Just when Shen Lan was in a daze, she saw the little girl carved in pink and jade running up to He Chen, her eyes turned red instantly, she hugged his leg and began to cry. Not long after, the girl on the sky blue school pantsThe turnip was soaked in a large area.

Such a coincidence?

Shen Lan walked up to He Chen and tugged at his sleeve, turned her head and said in a low voice, "Hey, good students also skip class?"

The unusually bright low hoarse voice made He Chen couldn't help but look at Shen Lan beside him, and his eyes, which were covered with a thin layer of water mist because of the low fever, hit him straight into his line of sight.

The four eyes met but only in the blink of an eye, He Chen turned his eyes away, bent down to comfort the crying little girl who was almost out of breath, and then looked at the woman and said:

"Since everyone insists on their own words, monitoring is the best evidence."

"Indeed," Mr. Zheng nodded in agreement, "In order to ensure the safety of the students, our school's monitoring is open all day long, and the layout is as far as possible to ensure that there are no dead ends."

Shen Lan followed behind and continued: "Auntie, since your son is sure that he has not done anything, then we, cough, cough, then we will directly check the surveillance..."

"We'll see when the time comes." Shen Lan coughed for a while before continuing, "But you have to think clearly, the result will be very different between actively confessing and passively accepting."

When he said this, his eyes kept staring at the little boy who couldn't control his trembling: "If you make a big mess and find out that it is indeed your fault, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

"Wow!"

As soon as Shen Lan's voice fell, the little boy suddenly burst into tears, still muttering: "I, I didn't mean it! She is so good-looking, I couldn't hold back!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present changed their expressions.

The woman's face was blue and white, and the words just reached her mouth were stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down.

"Auntie, you heard it too. This was admitted by your son himself."

Shen Lan looked at Teacher Zheng: "Now the ins and outs of the matter are clear. Shen Jiamiao fought with him to protect this little girl."

Teacher Zheng looked up at the boy's mother, and when she was thinking about how to speak, the expression on the woman's face turned 180 degrees, and suddenly became "pleasant".

"Ham, it's just a joke between children, why bother to go online like this."

"Well, I will ask the child to apologize now, and let this matter pass. After all, we are all classmates, and it is not good for anyone to make too much trouble."

"Apologize?" Shen Lan sneered, "Auntie, when your son didn't admit it just now, your attitude was cough cough cough... that's not the case."

"Why are you so sharp-tongued when you are sick? They are just children, what can they know?!"

"Don't understand at the age of two, don't you understand at the age of twelve?!"

"Alright, calm down, both of you!"

When the atmosphere between the two parties became more and more tense, Mr. Zheng spoke in a timely manner to prevent the situation from deteriorating.

"The ins and outs of this matter are already very clear. Although the other party made a mistake first, it was indeed Shen Jiamiao who did it first."

"In this way, Shen Jiamiao will go home today and reflect for a day, write a review and read it publicly in class tomorrow."

"As for..." Teacher Zheng looked at the boy and hesitated to speak, "You should go home and reflect deeply first. I will discuss with the school carefully before making a decision on whether to punish or do something else."

There is room for this statement, but the hidden meaning is self-evident.

The woman's eyes widened immediately, and her voice raised several degrees.

"Why?! Now my son is being beaten!"

"I don't care. If you don't handle it well, I'll complain to you and make you lose your job..."

The screeching voice gradually drifted away, Shen Lan and He Chen took the two little girls out of the school gate, looking at the traffic on the road in front of them, Shen Lan couldn't help sighing, raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows.

"Brother, I'm sorry," Shen Jiamiao admitted her mistake in a low voice with her head lowered, "I caused you trouble again."

"It's okay, it's not your problem." Shen Lan patted Shen Jiamiao's head, and wiped off all the dirty things on her face, "Although I told you to avoid troubles before, it's not like you hold back everything."

"Today you protected this little sister, although the method is not appropriate, cough cough cough... But you are acting bravely, brother will not say anything."

"Really?" Until then, the little girl who had been sullen finally showed a smile on her face, "Then can I have a cup of milk tea?"

Shen Jiamiao pointed to a milk tea shop across the road, her eyes full of longing.

Shen Lan: "...You are young, have you started to plot against me?"

"Brother, brother, why don't you buy a cup?" Shen Jiamiao tugged at Shen Lan's sleeve coquettishly, "And this little sister, shall we buy her a cup too?"

Hearing this, Shen Lan subconsciously glanced at He Chen who had been silent by his side, then knelt down and said to the little girl with two braids: "Little sister, what's your name? You and himAre they brothers and sisters?"

"My name is Zhou Yumeng, brother He Chen is my cousin."

The crisp voice made Shen Lan feel like her heart had melted in half: "Then do you want to drink milk tea like little elder sister?"

The little girl didn't answer, but raised her big watery eyes to look at He Chen next to him, and agreed after seeing him nodding in agreement.

"I want to drink milk tea, thank you brother."

"So good." Shen Lan stood up and rubbed the little girl's head, and when the light turned green, she took them to the opposite milk tea shop.

"Hello, two large cups of poplar nectar at room temperature, two cups..." In the middle of speaking, Shen Lan's eyes fell on He Chen inadvertently, and he changed his words temporarily when he reached the edge of his mouth, "a large cuphot coco."

"OK, just a second."

The clerk was about to enter the order information, when He Chen who was next to him suddenly stepped forward, walked around Shen Lan and said, "Swap the hot cocoa for jasmine tea, and three points of sugar."

Shen Lan:???

He stared at He Chen with wide eyes, and there was a bit of disbelief in his tone: "This is the milk tea I ordered, why do you change the order for me?"

He Chen's downcast eyes fell on Shen Lan's neck, and his white calmness was agitating slightly along with his emotional ups and downs.

"Too much sugar can hurt your throat."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen Lan's reaction, He Chen turned around on his own, walked to a chair by the window and sat down.

The noon sun hit He Chen's body, which cast a layer of halo for no reason.

Shen Lan stood at the same place and turned the seven short words in her mind, and finally figured out the meaning, her ears turned red.

"Then you don't have to make the decision for me! You don't care what the young master likes to drink!"

A voice mixed with panic and panic reached He Chen's ears, but the person concerned turned a deaf ear to it. He just sat on a chair and looked down at the study materials on his mobile phone, and even put on his own bluetooth headset.

Seeing that the two people disagreed, the clerk next to him couldn't decide which one to do, so he had to ask again.

"Hello, would you like hot cocoa or jasmine tea?"

"...jasmine tea, big cup, iced."

Shen Lan took the bill expressionlessly, and didn't say a word until they parted, but the heat in her ears couldn't dissipate for a long time.

The half-day vacation is over soon, Shen Lan is going to school in the afternoon, and she is worried that Shen Jiamiao will be alone at home. After lunch, she temporarily places her at Grandma Song's house downstairs. After a few words of thanks, she hurriedly picked up the skateboardrushed downstairs.

The bell for the end of self-study at 2:20 noon rang on time, and Shen Lan ran into the classroom at the last second, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"It's so dangerous, so lucky to catch up."

He slapped his schoolbag on the table, took out his English practice questions, and started timing with his watch.

It took Shen Lan only five minutes to complete the seven-minute English reading. However, when he answered the answer with confidence, the 60% error rate gave him a head-on blow.

"Huh? What is the author's attitude towards the development prospects of artificial intelligence? Isn't it against? Why do you think it is meaningful?!"

He went back and compared the text with the translation, only to find that the meaning he understood was quite different from the meaning expressed in the translation, and it could even be said that they had nothing to do with each other.

Shen Lan couldn't help but fall into self-doubt.

The low murmur and the sound of flipping through the book caught He Chen's attention. He turned his head to look at He Chen next to him. The first thing he saw was several red crosses.He raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Lan was keenly aware of He Chen's gaze, and instantly raised her hand to close her exercise book, while staring back at the peeking person without showing any weakness.

"Have you never seen others learn English?"

The person with wide-eyed eyes feels imposing and full of deterrent power, but unfortunately, the red eye corners and unconsciously stained red earlobes betrayed his inner panic, instead, he looked like a bird that would stab when it encountered danger.The little hedgehog tightly wrapped up his true emotions.

He Chen moved his pen and tapped Shen Lan's exercise book lightly. Although he didn't say anything, the big words "too bad" appeared clearly in his eyes.

"Don't underestimate people," Shen Lan angrily raised her middle finger at He Chen, "In my dictionary, there is no such word as admitting defeat!"

The class bell rang at the right time, and the math teacher walked into the classroom with a glass of water. After a few simple self-introductions, he began to talk about the math papers for the school exam.

Shen Lan took out his own Mathematical Olympiad book, wondering if it was because of sweating and blowing on the air conditioner, after a while he began to feel pain in his eye sockets, his hoarse throat seemed to be smoking, and his cough was faintly showing a tendency to recur.

He reached out to touch the water glass in his bag, but the weight in his hand was a bit wrong, and the glass seemed to be empty.

"Grass... I forgot to bring water at noon."

Shen Lan frowned and looked up at the clock. It was nearly forty minutes before get out of class was over, and her coughing frequency had become more and more frequent.

If you can't bear it, forget it and talk about it after class.

Thinking of this in his heart, he threw the water glass back into his schoolbag. He was about to rest his eyes on his forehead with his hands for a while, but the sudden cold touch on his arms caught his attention, and a stainless steel thermos appeared.before his eyes.

what?

Shen Lan reached out to take the thermos cup under the table, just as he unscrewed the lid, a sweet and slightly medicinal smell penetrated into his nostrils.

It is Chuanbei Sydney Piquat Soup.

Moisturizing the lungs and relieving cough, clearing heat and eliminating phlegm, it is perfect for Shen Lan now.

The wafting steam was like a cloud, blurring Shen Lan's vision. He held the thermos in a daze for a long time, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

What does this mean?

Taking advantage of the teacher's unpreparedness, Shen Lan quickly wrote a note and handed it to He Chen's desktop, but the other party seemed to have not noticed Shen Lan's small movements, and was still concentrating on the practice questions in his hand.

whispering sound……

Shen Lan let out a cold snort in disdain, and just when he thought He Chen would not reply, suddenly the moment the teacher turned around, the same small note was quickly handed over and landed on his desktop.

Thank you, for Yumeng.

Although these five words were full of businesslike atmosphere, Shen Lan still calmed down a lot because of this small note.

He bent down and took out his own cup and poured out a little, the cool and moist soup slid down his throat, and instantly he felt a lot more docile.

Well, it's quite delicious.

The author has something to say:

Little eggs:

He Chen, who sent Zhou Yumeng's child home at noon, told his aunt the ins and outs of the incident one by one.

Auntie: So that’s the case, thank you so much.

Chen Chen, you and that girl's brother are classmates, do you think we should do something to express our gratitude?

He Chen's footsteps stopped, and his fingertips moved slightly: Make a serving, Chuanbei Sydney Pipa Soup...