So last time Lin Juexiao used the public chopsticks to pick vegetables for Zhou Jinye, but today, he forgot,
Lin Juexiao just wanted to speak, so Zhou Jinye didn't want to eat it and returned it to him, it doesn't matter.
To his surprise, Zhou Jinye lowered his eyes, picked up the egg flower, and chewed it in his mouth, without the slightest discomfort.
Lin Juexiao was a little puzzled. Could it be that Zhou Jinye has no cleanliness at all, he just doesn't want to eat that piece of meat?
"I didn't go to the supermarket..." Zhou Jinye said, "I went to the vegetable market to buy."
He bit his chopsticks and added expressionlessly: "The food court is cheaper and fresher."
Lin Juexiao no longer struggled with whether Zhou Jinye had a cleanliness addiction, he laughed and teased: "So virtuous. , which little girl will be very happy to be your wife in the future."
After all, Zhou Jinye is good-looking and tall, with a cold face and a kind heart.
It is said that it only takes three days to understand a person. At least, in Lin Juexiao's eyes, Zhou Jinye is such a person.
Strangely, he was clearly praising Zhou Jinye, but when he said this, Lin Juexiao felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was silent for a moment.
Could it be that Zhou Jinye already has a girlfriend, Lin Juexiao thought, or was he dumped by his girlfriend?
"No." Zhou Jinye said coldly, "I seem to be happier to be your wife."
Lin Juexiao was stunned, and after a few seconds, he laughed again with a "pochi" and said, "I'm sure in the future. She will spoil my girlfriend very much."
Zhou Jinye watched him quietly for a while, and after a long time, he said, "Yeah." That
's right, Lin Juexiao is such a considerate person who suddenly popped up to live with him. The strangers in his family are good enough. If he has a girlfriend, it is estimated that he can spoil people.
Gentle and careful, the tone is never heavy when speaking, and many girls should be unable to resist.
Zhou Jinye suddenly thought of his sexual orientation.
He likes boys, but after Zhou Yuchen left, he guessed that Zhou Yuchen didn't know, then Lin Juexiao didn't know either.
So does he need to tell Lin Juexiao?
If he told Lin Juexiao, would Lin Juexiao feel disgusted?
Zhou Jinye thought for a while in silence, but in the end he didn't say anything.
——
Yujun's senior year started early, and Zhou Jinye was no exception as a transfer student. The classes that should be made up still didn't fall for a day. On the sixth day after he moved into Lin Juexiao's house, he was about to move into the school.
Zhou Jinye moved the suitcase into the trunk of the car, and the contents were very similar to the day he moved to Ningcheng, except for the lack of a DSLR.
He still sat in the back seat of Lin Juexiao. Yujun was Lin
Juexiao's alma mater. He drove the car and said with emotion: "I haven't been back to Yujun for a long time." Zhou Jinye paused after hearing this and asked: "Is it your previous school?"
"Yes." Lin Juexiao replied with a smile, "Yujun is very good, the dormitory is still a four-person room with an independent bathroom."
This made Zhou Jinye relieved, and the conditions were better than his previous school. Well, at least you can live comfortably.
Lin Juexiao didn't know what he thought, his brows were slightly wrinkled, Zhou Jinye had never seen Lin Juexiao frown, so he couldn't help but look a few more times.
The next second, he and Lin Juexiao looked at each other.
Lin Juexiao stared at him, and Zhou Jinye was inexplicably nervous.
"Where's your book?" Lin Juexiao asked suddenly, a rare stern, "You don't bring books in class?" The
textbooks are all general, and even if Zhou Jinye changed his place to study, the original textbooks would still be useful.
Zhou Jinye: "...you can buy it." The
book is indeed available for purchase, but there are more or less notes in the book.
Lin Juexiao was silent for a moment, but continued to ask: "Where are your original books?"
"...sold."
There are too many books, moving from another city or even express delivery, for Zhou Jinye is too much trouble.
Zhou Jinye licked his lower lip silently, he watched Lin Juexiao's expression change a little bit, he wanted to say something, but finally he just sighed deeply.
Zhou Jinye: "..."
He thought about it for a while, and tried to save it: "I don't remember anything in my book, so—"
He was only halfway through when he saw Lin Juexiao looking at him with more complicated eyes, probably saying, "You don't even have a lesson in class. You don't even take notes?" Zhou Jinye couldn't explain it any longer, and gave up on himself and stopped talking.
Lin Juexiao drove the car, but couldn't help but sigh again.
Zhou Jinye, a child, seems to be fine in everything, but this is not good. Lin Juexiao finally understood why Zhou Yuchen said that Zhou Jinye was not good at studying. With this attitude towards learning, it is surprising that the grades are good.
He sighed softly, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. Of course Zhou Jinye heard it. He pursed his lower lip and became even more silent.
There is not much difference between Yujun Private Middle School and Lin Juexiao's memory. The brick red buildings are connected together to create a row upon row of pictures. There are many camphor trees in the school, and walking in the shadows will not feel hot at all.
Today is the back-to-school day, and there is no class in the morning. Parents and students fill the corners and corners of the campus. Zhou Jinye pulls the box and runs counter to the route of other students leading to the dormitory.
He needs to go to the administrative building first to find the head teacher.
Relying on his impression, Lin Juexiao took him to the head teacher's office. In fact, Zhou Yuchen should have come with him today, but Zhou Yuchen was on a temporary business trip, and Lin Juexiao didn't worry that Zhou Jinye was alone, so he sent him here.
Lin Juexiao looked at the text message sent by Zhou Yuchen and confirmed it again. After seeing a certain message, he suddenly said "hey" and said to Zhou Jinye, "Your class teacher's surname is Chen? My former class teacher is also surnamed Chen. "
It just so happened that the door to the office opened.
The female teacher with short hair and black-rimmed glasses walked out from the inside. She was a little surprised when she saw Lin Juexiao, and then looked at Zhou Jinye, who was dragging a suitcase behind her, and said clearly: "Juexiao , is that transfer student your brother?"
"Mr. Chen!" Lin Juexiao said in surprise, "It's really you!"
He put Zhou Jinye's arm familiarly again, and explained, "This is not my brother, but Zhou Yuchen's younger brother."
Teacher Chen is about fifty years old. He looks serious, but when he smiles, he looks a lot kinder. Rarely speaking the standard Mandarin of a teacher her age, she suddenly realized: "Zhou Yuchen—"
"It really doesn't look like you, like Zhou Yuchen." She glanced at Zhou Jinye, and asked jokingly, "What is it? Did you send it over?"
Lin Juexiao's palm was hot in the summer, and it was still on Zhou Jinye's exposed arm. He tilted his head and said to Teacher Chen in a friendly tone, "It's my brother too, please, Teacher Chen. Take care of him a lot."
