The October sun was still scorching, and the summer insects were screaming tirelessly on the trees. Even though it was class time, there were still many students wandering around the campus on the playground.

"Although our No. [-] Middle School is not as good as your former No. [-] Middle School, the quality of teaching is the same. If you are bullied, come to me and don't worry about it alone." A fat middle-aged man sat on a chair Shang said kindly, it looks like a smiling Buddha, which makes people feel at ease unconsciously.

"Yeah." You Ling lowered his head and responded, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, and he looked a bit sleepy.

"Young man, don't keep everything in your heart. Since you have come to our Fourteenth Middle School, just remember one sentence: If you have something on your mind, go to Old Tang." Old Tang patted You Ling's shoulder lightly and said, "Old Tang Keep your mouth shut and never spread it outside."

"it is good."

Seeing that You Ling still looked like he was worried about something, Old Tang secretly sighed, looked at You Ling's bandaged hands and said, "Go back first, don't come to school in a hurry, and come back after the injury is healed." OK."

"It's okay, I can come tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with the progress after a long delay." You Ling said in a low voice, "Then I'll go back first, thank you teacher."

After bowing to Old Tang, You Ling walked out of the office slowly. If you look carefully, you will find that his gait is a bit strange, as if his foot injury has not healed.

"Old Tang, that was You Ling from No. [-] Middle School just now?" After You Ling's figure disappeared around the corner, a teacher in the office trotted over to look at the report card on Old Tang's desk.

"Hey, this is the first time I saw a live top student, the kind who is obedient and obedient!" The teacher picked up You Ling's report card from last semester and asked, "Can I take a copy? Post it on our The class gives the children a touch before the exam, maybe they can get a few more points in the exam."

"You are poor." Old Tang smiled and held up a book to hit someone, but when he thought about You Ling, he couldn't help sighing: "What a good boy, but he is too obedient."

The teacher also remembered the reason for You Ling's transfer, and sighed: "Yes, if he hadn't been bullied so badly, why would he want to come to our school with such good grades?"

No. [-] Middle School, a middle school where students with various problems gather, a middle school where most of the students with the lowest enrollment rate just want to dawdle.

No matter how you look at this school, which is called "abandoned middle school" by the city's people, it is incompatible with You Ling, who can be ranked among the top ten in the city.

At this time, You Ling, the good boy that the teacher said was limping along the path of the campus, glanced at the basketball court as he passed by, but didn't see the energetic person.

You Ling frowned subconsciously, carried the school uniform and continued to move at a slow speed, flicked his broken hair to cover his eyes, and lowered his head further, trying to blend himself with the students walking around as much as possible.

The afternoon sun was very strong, and You Ling felt uncomfortable in his body, so he walked slowly under the shade of the tree, avoiding the tree trunk with his peripheral vision.

When he was approaching the school gate, he suddenly found a tree trunk that he couldn't avoid no matter what. When he turned to the left, the tree also turned to the left, and when he turned to the right, the tree also turned to the right, as if deliberately against him.

There were exclamations from the onlookers around him, and his sun-dizzled head started to function. The person in front of him was a person, and he was still looking for faults.

It's a pity that the state is not right, You Ling shook his dizzy head, and when he was about to raise his head to meet the challenge, a piece of cold thing was pasted on his face, and he became sober in an instant.

"Fu Shiqi from class two is bullying again."

"I didn't bully anyone."

"One thing to say, although Fu Shiqi looks fierce and likes to bully people, he is really handsome!"

"I've said that I didn't bully anyone." There was already a hint of impatience in his tone, "Is there something wrong with you? What are you doing here when you don't have classes during class time!"

There was another burst of exclamation from the side, and everyone pushed and left, after all, the school bully's good show is not something you can just watch casually.

Fu Shiqi?Hearing this name, You Ling laughed silently, held a popsicle stick to his face with one hand to cool down, and walked forward with his legs.

However, before taking two steps, he was hugged by someone.

Still a standard princess hug.

Once again, I hate my weak chicken figure of less than 1.8 meters.

The 1.9-meter tall man stabbed him in the heart: "A Ling, you are too small."

"You're so fucking young, shut up if you don't know how to speak." You Ling breathed out fragrantly, but because of his physical discomfort, he turned limp and coquettish, which made him feel a little disgusted, so he closed his eyes and pulled Fu Shiqi's hair, little Said: "Put me down."

"But Ah Ling's foot is injured..." The voice seemed to be a little tangled.

"Then go to a place where no one is around and let me down." You Ling covered his face with a popsicle, thanking himself for being a transfer student, at least no one could recognize him who was ashamed.

You Ling, 17 years old, was a former top student. On the first day of transfer, after being held in a princess's arms to tour half of the campus, he came to the small forest.

Whenever you think about this incident, You Ling's thoughts are only two words: want to die.

"A Ling, is it better?" Fu Shiqi put his share of popsicles on You Ling's head to cool him down, holding a school card and fanning the wind with difficulty, but there was always a wave of enthusiasm in the wind .

He looked at the sleepy You Ling, and said a little angrily, "Those people just went too far, you were almost suffering from heat stroke, and they were still surrounding you to block the air."

"They don't know...don't fan it, the more you fan it, the hotter it will be." You Ling grabbed Fu Shiqi's hand, and then handed over the popsicle on his head: "Eat it, if you don't eat it, it will melt."

The summer insects were chirping, and the well-behaved boy and the fierce-looking boy sat side by side at the foot of the tree and ate popsicles, starting their beautiful youth. The summer wind blew past and recorded this memorable moment.

"Why did you come to No. [-] Middle School?" Fu Shiqi asked a little puzzled. His grades have been very good since he was a child. Although he doesn't know how good he is, he will not be reduced to the same school as him no matter what.

After all, his grades are notoriously poor.

"Auntie gave me the tuition fee, please come here to supervise your study, if the total score exceeds [-], you will get one year's tuition fee, if you exceed [-], you will get two years, if you exceed [-], I don't have to worry about my university tuition." You Ling said casually.

After hearing this, Fu Shiqi suddenly became a little serious, quietly sat a little farther away from him, and said sternly: "A Ling, although we have been friends for more than ten years, I think it's time to break up."

Fu Shiqi himself has a rather fierce appearance, the type who is handsome but not a good person at first glance, and when he becomes serious at this time, he looks even more terrifying.

But You Ling didn't even raise his head, he looked down at the busy little ant, and said perfunctorily, "I can't ask for it."

"Also, life-saving friendship is not used in this way." You Ling's bad habit of being a teacher reappeared, but thinking carefully about what they have done over the years, it really is bloody life-saving friendship.

So with Fu Shiqi's puzzled expression, he patted his head and said, "Use it right, it's awesome."

"I was actually praised by A Ling as being educated!"

Although it didn't mean that, seeing Fu Shiqi's happy look, You Ling still didn't complain.

This guy is still as sweet as ever.

Looking at the time, there was still an hour before school ended. You Ling picked up the school uniform next to him and was about to go out. He didn't want to use his body full of injuries to squeeze the subway with many students.

"Go, go home."

"Carrying you?"

"I'm not disabled yet, thank you."

Fu Shiqi pursed his lips and seemed a little unhappy, and said in a tone of disapproval: "How can you curse yourself like that."

You Ling: "..."

Even though we have been brothers for many years, we still don't quite understand the brain circuit of your thinking.

Finally, under You Ling's death stare, Fu Shiqi gave up the convenient princess hug and chose the less conspicuous support.

But the two outstanding handsome guys still attracted a lot of attention walking on the road.

"A Ling, don't take my mother's tutoring money. You also know that I am stupid and can't learn anything. If you come to teach me, it will not only delay your study, but also delay your money. I can give you pocket money. If the tuition fee is not enough, I still have the New Year's money." Fu Shiqi's tone was very serious.

No. [-] High School is a private school that relies on the sponsorship of students' parents to survive, so the tuition fee is not low.

You Ling turned his head away and suppressed a smile, what he just said was made up casually.I also want to know that if the aunt is very concerned about Fu Shiqi's grades, she won't let the child mess around in this school.

Glancing over Young Master Fu's shoes, he joked, "You don't need to use your pocket money, you can pay your tuition by selling a few pairs of shoes and clothes."

"Is this okay? I still have a lot of shoes of this brand!" Fu Shiqi was eager to try, as if he wanted to sell all the shoes in the shoe cabinet.

You Ling was worried that Fu Shiqi would really go to buy shoes, so he kindly reminded: "Look at my shoes, they are of the same brand as yours, if you want to sell them, you must sell them to me first."

"If you sell it, Ah Ling will have no shoes to wear..."

How poor am I in your heart?

Suddenly felt that he was being ridiculed, but seeing Fu Shiqi's serious expression, You Ling really couldn't help it back.

Well, I dug a hole for myself to jump.

The two noisy people finally arrived at the gate. Fu Shiqi was determined not to let You Ling, who had a leg injury, squeeze into the subway, so he called his driver to pick him up.

It's a fool not to use a car, and You Ling didn't insist on taking the subway, and stood idly by the side of the road waiting for Fu Shiqi to make a call.

A boy wearing the uniform of the No. [-] Middle School approached at some point, with a faint smug look on his face.

He asked You Ling: "Do you regret it?"

"I don't have the word regret in my life." You Ling didn't raise his head, and his voice was indifferent, as if the other party was just a stranger.

"That can be added now. From now on, you will be with garbage forever, and everything you are proud of will leave you. I will let you spend the rest of your life in regret." The boy seemed to be stimulated, Even the voice was poisonous, with sharp malice, "This is the end of you leading my brother astray."

"What are you doing? What's the matter?" After making the phone call, Fu Shiqi turned around and saw a person surrounding A Ling. Although A Ling said that he came to Fourteenth Middle School because he was poor and had to tutor him, he still I don't like the three.His family, A Ling, is so excellent in all aspects, why doesn't he even give out a scholarship? It's really picky.

Fu Shiqi was just purely curious, and his tone was calm, but his fierce-looking face turned this ordinary sentence into a threat.

His talent is estimated to be all about his physique. With a height of 1.8 meters [-], because of his strong body due to regular exercise, coupled with that handsome face that looks fierce at first glance, the sense of oppression on people is not ordinary.

Especially against the weak chicken in the third middle school who looks very bad at sports.

"You, do you know what he is?" The weak chicken's legs trembled a little, but he still tried his best to say what he wanted to say.

"What?" Fu Shiqi was a little puzzled.

"He's homosexuality! homosexuality!" The boy shouted a little excitedly, but in the end he still couldn't say the three words homosexuality, I don't know if it was because of disgust or something else.

"Huh?" Fu Shiqi frowned, his already fierce face became even more fierce, as if he was about to hit someone in the next second.

The boy in No. [-] Middle School couldn't hold on any longer, covered his head and ran away.

"Hong, Hong?" Fu Shiqi frowned, and asked, "Do all the top students in your third middle school like to humiliate people like this, and they don't speak good people's words to make these birds talk."

You Ling was amused, and said, "That's what he likes. Do you think I usually talk like a bird?"

"But Ah Ling is not a top student, Ah Ling is a top student."

"Fuck you, why didn't I see you remember a few things in the test center? You remember the embarrassing things when I was a child." You Ling was angry. in sight.

The car just arrived at the side of the road. After Fu Shiqi opened the door, he carefully helped You Ling up, and then got into the car from the other side.

He answered his question very naturally: "Because Ah Ling is my only friend."

That's right, the super handsome and wealthy young master, the only friend who can make it to the end is You Ling.

You Ling didn't know what to say, so he habitually raised his hand and rubbed Fu Shiqi's head like a dog to show comfort.

Fu Shiqi was also very happy to be masturbated, and A Ling finally regained his vitality.

You Ling's phone vibrated, and it was a text message without a note: I'm sorry, I just came back and found out that you have encountered such a thing. It is obviously my fault. I should be the one who should transfer. I will be with my brother, teachers and classmates. they explained.

You Ling stared at the phone in a daze, and finally sent a new email: No need to apologize or explain, you and I are both right, the transfer is also my decision, don't have any pressure, but don't contact me in the future.

After sending it, I blocked this number decisively, and my heart suddenly became much more relaxed.

Third Middle School, goodbye.

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