The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 63p2

Chapter 63: The Clingy Childhood Sweetheart 7 p2

The second semester of the third year of middle school soon began.

Now, the learning task in the class was mainly to review. The new knowledge had all been taught, and it was just a matter of how well it had been absorbed.

Shu He actually didn’t like to study very much.

Especially math.

He really had a hard time learning it. Every time, Jiang Qi would tutor him, and one session would be at least two hours, and his head would be dizzy from the tutoring.

Shu He lay on the desk listlessly. Jiang Qi pinched the pale back of his neck, and lowered his head, and with the dark hair on his forehead, he rubbed his face.

Shu He felt it tickled, and turned his head and looked at him in a daze. Jiang Qi was originally still pinching the back of his neck, and seeing this, his hand fell to his cheek, and he gently pinched it, like pinching a pancake.

He was bitten by Shu He with a “awoo.”

Jiang Qi’s fingers were stuck between his white teeth. His eyes deepened a little, and his head was even lower, and he called him “baby” in a small voice.

Calling him “baby” was useless.

Shu He had already said he didn’t want to be tutored, but Jiang Qi still tutored him. He was particularly clingy. Shu He was not happy at this time, and he bit him with a little force, and then stared at the face in front of him.

Jiang Qi’s expression didn’t change. “Baby, how long do you have to bite me before you’ll listen seriously?”

“It doesn’t matter how long I bite you.” Shu He’s voice was muffled, as if he felt it was too tiring to talk like this. He let go of his teeth and pursed his lips, and then grabbed Jiang Qi’s hand and wiped his saliva for him.

Jiang Qi’s heart softened. “But you said you want to go to the best university. You’re about to go to high school, so you have to have a good foundation.”

Shu He said in a muffled voice, “I clearly didn’t say such a thing… I also said I’m a little genius. You don’t even believe me.”

“I believe you.” Jiang Qi moved closer to Shu He, as if he wanted to kiss his face again, but his lips moved, and for some reason, he restrained his action.

He raised his hand, and pressed on Shu He’s head and rubbed it, and started to talk about his own career success.

Shu He hoped he would succeed in his career, extremely hoped, and was also afraid that he would be defeated by that illegitimate child who was now less than ten years old.

Although Jiang Qi never understood why Shu He had this obsession, he had kept it in his heart since he was little. From the first time Shu He had proposed that he succeed in his career, he had already built a blueprint for the future, and the blueprint was filled with him and the little He baby.

Jiang Qi was still quite concerned about Shu He’s grades.

He used his career success to say, “Baby, if your grades are good, then in the future, when we inherit the family business, we can help each other. We can both succeed in our careers.”

Shu He said “Mm,” and a trace of confusion flashed in his almond eyes.

It seems to make sense.

But something seems wrong.

Shu He’s eyes were blank. He held his pen and thought for a long time, and in the end, he said listlessly, “Alright, alright.” He tried to pull himself together and asked Jiang Qi what that formula was just now.

Jiang Qi smiled, and in the end, he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss his face. Shu He puffed out his cheeks, and had long been used to it, and urged Jiang Qi not to kiss him, and to hurry up and teach him.

Jiang Qi held the pen in his hand and taught him to substitute that formula in this problem.

Their heads were touching, very intimate.

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In the second half of the third year of middle school, Shu He’s fallen ranking was finally saved.

It was almost the middle school entrance exam, and the atmosphere in the class was getting more and more relaxed. They had already reviewed what they needed to review, and at this time, they really had nothing to do, at most, they were just repeating the steps of doing problems.

An enthusiastic classmate started to pass around a yearbook from the front. When it reached Shu He, Shu He very seriously held his pen and wrote his name, birthday, and also questions about his personality and preferences.

Do you have an ideal type?

Shu He had never thought about this kind of question.

He propped his face with his hand and secretly flipped forward, and borrowed a lot of images, and so he wrote down all the good qualities, and after he was done, he was quite satisfied, and handed it to Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi had not originally planned to write.

But he also wanted to know what the little He baby had written.

So he took the yearbook, lowered his head, and with a smile, he read from the first line Shu He had written to the last, and his gaze lingered on the “ideal type” line for a particularly long time.

This ideal type… was like a colorful black.

A little too abstract.

Jiang Qi stared at the three words “little white face,” and then lowered his eyes and lifted his own sleeve, and looked at the muscles on it.

He frowned, and then stared at the words “both cold and passionate,” and thought for a long time and still couldn’t figure out when his baby had ever met such an abstract person, and could even consider him an ideal type.

He ground his teeth, a little sour.

When he was writing, besides the fixed questions, Jiang Qi’s other questions were basically all about Shu He, and after he was done, he even showed it to Shu He.

Shu He didn’t know why he was showing it to him.

He stared at it for a long time, and the little boy finally praised him with difficulty and honesty that his handwriting was indeed very good.

Jiang Qi: “…”

That’s not the point.

The point is the ideal type. It’s all about you.

The yearbook was passed around, and finally, it returned to the girl’s hand. The girl was the class’s arts committee member, and she was also quiet, and had almost no presence in the class.

Even some people didn’t know that the yearbook was hers.

The girl collected the yearbook, and after flipping through it, she finally stopped on a page and looked at it for a long time. If anyone had noticed, they would have found that her expression was exactly the same as Jiang Qi’s when he had seen the abstract ideal type, and even more so.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl closed the yearbook and took out a jar of paper stars that she had folded herself from a drawer.

She stood up, held the glass jar, and walked in front of Shu He. The boy was propping his face with his hand and was writing and drawing on a white piece of paper. When the human shadow fell from the corner of the table, he seemed to have noticed, and subconsciously lifted his face.

His pale skin had no impurities at all, and was very refined. Although he had seen it for several years, the girl’s heart would still race every time.

She held the jar, and met Shu He’s moist almond eyes, and her heart was beating so fast it was as if it was about to jump out of her chest. The girl mustered her courage and handed the jar over. “Shu He, I folded these myself. They’re for you.”

Jiang Qi spun his black pen, and his eyes, which were on Shu He, suddenly paused.

He slowly narrowed his eyes.

“For me?”

Shu He’s almond eyes were sparkling, as if he were very surprised. He puffed out his cheeks, and with a small dimple on his cheek, he smiled, and took the jar and said thank you. “I like it very much!”

The paper stars filled the entire jar.

It even had some weight.

The girl was not sure if Shu He had understood her meaning. She clutched the corner of her clothes and stammered a couple of times, and really couldn’t say any more direct words.

Giving out this jar of paper stars, which she had folded for several months, had already taken all her courage. She lowered her head and gave a soft “Mm,” and before she left, she reminded, “There’s a little secret inside. I hope you can discover it in the future.”

The girl left, and Shu He looked at the jar in a daze, and asked Jiang Qi in a small voice if he could open it and see.

Jiang Qi turned his head, and no one could see his expression. “What’s the point of opening it?”

“She said there’s a secret.” Shu He shook the jar and looked at it from every angle. It was all paper stars, and there was nothing else.

He placed the jar on the table, and at this time, Jiang Qi turned back, his expression as usual. “She likes you. The so-called secret is nothing more than a confession written in the stars.”

Shu He was stunned for a moment.

Likes?

He frowned and told Jiang Qi in a small voice not to talk nonsense.

Shu He could tell when others had feelings for him, but that was based on two conditions.

One, the two of them were very familiar.

Two, that person’s eyes had been strange recently.

The girl didn’t meet either.

Shu He propped his cheek with his hand and looked at the jar, not knowing what to do. Jiang Qi said to give it back to her and not to accept it.

“But…”

Shu He felt it was not good.

He was still hesitating when Jiang Qi had already stood up and taken the jar, his eyes unchanged, but his expression was inexplicably a little cold. He walked like the wind, and a few seconds before he was about to put the jar in front of its owner, he was pulled back by the wrist by Shu He.

“What are you doing…”

Shu He widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Qi, his voice very small, for fear of being heard. “What will she think if you give it back?”

“Who cares what she thinks? Anyway, you’re going to reject her. Giving back the jar is the same as rejecting her.”

Jiang Qi pressed his brow, and looked at Shu He’s face as he looked up at him. It was clear that he did not agree, and felt that this would make the girl very embarrassed.

Then he’ll make the decision.

Jiang Qi turned his head and used the same trick again, and was about to leave with the jar. Shu He grabbed him again and pressed him down in his seat, his soft palm tightly on the back of his hand, and said no.

“Then are you going to accept her?”

“…No.” Shu He felt that this was not a difficult matter. “I’ll just keep it, as a collection.”

“Keep it?” Jiang Qi slowly repeated these words, his enunciation so clear it was almost strange.

Shu He subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand, but who knew that he was forcefully grabbed by Jiang Qi in return. When Jiang Qi spoke again, he could no longer hide his emotions. The young boy’s jaw was tense as he was so jealous he broke down. “The people who like you line up from this end of the school to that end. They all give you presents. Are you going to collect them all?”

“And what’s so worthy of collecting about paper stars? Haven’t I given them to you? I also gave you a jar last semester, and I didn’t see you with such bright eyes.”

“What’s so worthy of collecting?”

Jiang Qi sat back in his seat, pushed the jar over, and turned his head, not doing anything else. He lay on the desk, and only two hoarse, repetitive, and stubborn words could be heard. “What’s so worthy of collecting?”