After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

awkward.

The thieves in the group were embarrassed.

It's like pointing behind your back, only to find that someone's head is already on your face.

Right now, Qi Lin had the sun on his head, breathing the air beside him, he felt so good to be alive.

So much so that when I saw the three words "Ugly" carved on the table with a knife, I wanted to laugh.

When I was young, I took the boy's malice seriously, and I didn't come out for half my life.

It was only later that I realized that it was someone else's fear of him.

A face that is easy to see to a certain extent, and very aggressive.

Qi Lin leaned back slightly, lowered his head to look into the hole of his desk, there was still the familiar smell of garbage inside.

He dangled a long strip of chewing gum in his hand, and flicked the bottle cap back and forth with his thumb for amusement.

"What are you talking about in the group?"

Followed by the voice came a foot, which was moving a lot on the door, "What's wrong with Qilin? Can you still—"

Ge Mengping leaned against the door with his pocket in his pocket and peered in. When he saw someone sitting in Qilin's seat next to him, the flesh between his brows gathered, "Who is that person?"

Followed by a few boys, their school uniforms imitated Ge Mengping's tricks and pulled up two sleeves and fastened a dead button in the middle.

"It's Qilin." He looked at Ge Mengping's expression in a low voice, "It was rumored in the group this morning that Qilin had changed his head."

"For another fart, just fell asleep and dreamed?" Ge Mengping was not in a good mood. He raised his arms from the door and walked towards his seat. When he reached the ground, he stretched his arms to support his face, straight He hooked his eyes to Qi Lin's body, "Who told you to cut your hair."

No one around him dared to answer the noise he made.

Anyone who knows Ge Mengping knows that Qilin is his trash can, and Ge Mengping requested the position of Qilin alone, because Ge Mengping's family has tens of millions, and the teachers in the school have given enough face, so seeing Qilin negatively There was not much resistance, and I didn't make a fuss with the school leaders, so I just muddled through with face.

Ge Mengping came with anger, and naturally he had to find Qi Lin's discomfort.

There is no class yet, the teacher is holding a morning meeting in the office, and a few students who are seated close to each other shrink back with their books in their hands.

Qi Lin also turned his head. He first looked towards the back door of the classroom, and when he saw a familiar figure passing by, he began to perfunctory, "I myself, so what?"

The surroundings were even more afraid to speak, and everyone thought Qi Lin was crazy.

Except for Zang Qishan, no one in the whole school would dare to talk to Ge Mengping like that.

Ge Mengping looked at Qi Lin and suddenly laughed, and the atmosphere became even more weird, "I still don't believe it when they say you're a fucking sissy, but now you don't even have a brain—"

"Snapped--"

Qilin stretched out his hand, brushed the rough flesh on Ge Mengping's face, and swung it over, without even letting him finish his sentence.

Ge Mengping tilted his head, dazed for a while, then reacted and stood up abruptly from the stool, stretched out his hand to pinch the stool behind him, and was about to smash it on Qi Lin's head, "Fuck——"

"Ge Mengping!" A male teacher came in at the door. He knew all the students. He was a new third-grade physical education teacher. "Put down the stool for me. Do you still look like a student?"

"This is the classroom, get out if you want to fight!"

"Damn it, fuck it," Ge Mengping didn't stop, but Qi Lin would hide, he supported the table and retreated to the side, Ge Mengping smashed a hole in the ground where he was just now with a chair.

The physical education teacher was completely annoyed. He stretched out his hand and pulled the stool from Ge Mengping's hand, "Now, follow me to the office!"

"Qilin is also here."

When Qi Lin's name was pronounced, the teacher's tone was obviously gentle.

He had heard that Qi Lin was a lot of trouble before. Although he had just joined the job, he just couldn't understand Ge Mengping's social atmosphere at a young age. There was a fatality.

Qi Lin bowed his head and followed, gritted his lips and didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the teacher, leaning very close to the person.

"There is a teacher here, I don't believe that Ge Mengping dared to kill people in front of me," the physical education teacher lowered his head and rubbed Qi Lin's face, and when he saw the child's face clearly, his own face blushed.

Then I thought, the current high school is really beautiful.

When Qilin went out to turn the corner, he bumped into someone's arm, and he said sorry.

Then heard a compliment with a smile,

"The expression of slapping your hands just now was good."

Qi Lin raised his head and found that the person had already left, and all he saw was the long leg of the person before turning the corner.

Qi Lin didn't stay in the office for too long. At most, he was surrounded by a group of teachers to comfort him for a long time, and then let himself go back. Some even suggested that he could take half a day off to go home first.

Qi Lin listened with a nod on his face, understanding in his heart.

They wanted to calm things down like this, and Ge Mengping wouldn't become obedient because of this.

There are some things that no one can empathize with.

Because of this incident, he missed half of the morning class, and when he returned, he was watched by everyone and returned to his seat.

After class, he applied to change the table, but did not apply to change the seat.

He knew that even if he applied to the school, he might not agree.

He can continue to sit next to Ge Mengping.

Sit with your head up.

Qilin lay on his new desk by himself, bowed his head and took notes by himself, while Ge Mengping next to him never came, until the afternoon, when the school's speakers started playing.

The voice is clear and warm.

"Qing Song".

It was the hottest song in Liang Shuxing's album that year.

In fact, this time was the rising period of Liang Shuxing's career, and many popular songs in the future started from here.

Seven or eight of the songs recently ordered by the school's radio station feature him.

Qilin listened to it with his ears, doing the questions in his hands, tapping and drawing on it, which were several sets of popular tutoring materials for the third year of senior high school. He hadn't forgotten it in the past six or seven years, and he was deeply impressed when he did it again. I forgot the time while I was doing it, stayed a little longer after school, and read more than half of a book.

He didn't bother to answer the answer, and put it on the table to pack his schoolbag.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, someone stretched out his hand and pulled him up to the side.

Qi Lin didn't react, and there was a movement in his throat, and a pair of big hands appeared on his mouth.

"Shh-"

The voice drilled into his ears, Qi Lin tilted his face, and saw a somewhat familiar face.

"As long as you go down this staircase, Ge Mengping's people will block you from below."

When the man felt that Qi Lin heard clearly and would no longer struggle, he slowly let go of his hand, "Are you afraid?"

The light outside the corridor was not good, Qi Lin could only see half of the other party's face buried in the darkness, and the outline was inexplicably familiar.

"It's okay," he leaned against the wall with his body, his body temperature soaked into the cold wall, and he shivered slightly.

"Look at your slap in the morning, Ge Mengping might be able to kill you this afternoon," he said with a chuckle, and Qilin could even smell the moisture mixed in the night wind from him, he had no doubts The truth of this sentence, so I don't plan to involve Ge Mengping again, "I'll go back by myself, and I won't implicate you."

"So," the man changed his posture and squatted, with his toes pointing to the ground, his waist bent forward, his face almost touching Qi Lin's nose, "to discuss something," the other party's expression became serious,

"Call me bro, and I'll take you home."

Qi Lin's heels were a little numb, he got up and stomped his feet, knocked the shoes that had been torn off just now back on his feet, and started to walk forward by himself, shaking his head at the other party before leaving, saying "no need."

Qilin walked down the original road, and he recognized the person. He didn't have much contact with him in his previous life. I remember that he was Zang Nandu's cousin. Zang Nandu was his half guardian in high school.

The corridor was dark again.

"Brother Xi, when I came, Ge Mengping asked a group of people to squat in the dark at the entrance of the alley, wasn't it right for you?" A boy came up from the stairs, and he kindly reminded Zang Qishan when he saw Zang Qishan.

Everyone in the school also knew that Ge Mengping and Zang Qishan had quarreled before, and when they saw Ge Mengping's big posture on the way here, they naturally thought it was for Zang Qishan.

Zang Qishan stared at his palm, put his arms on the window, leaned halfway down, and muttered, "Gouping is going to cause trouble."

"Beep—" But at this moment, there was a vibration in his pocket.

Zang Qishan looked at the name on the phone, and slid down the stairs with one hand, "Hello, brother."

"Didn't go home?" The other party's voice was toneless, and Zang Qishan was used to it. He didn't see anyone when he went down the corner of the stairs, so he swayed and chased forward, "I'm chasing someone, what's the matter?"

"Girlfriend," the other party was a little determined.

Zang Qishan replied patiently, "I'm busy, I won't go back for dinner—"

"I'm downstairs, and I'll take you home."

"What kind of wind do you have today, come here in person?" Zang Qishan went downstairs and swayed out half a circle following the inertia, and the school uniform was blown into a big bag by the wind below.

"I'm looking for someone, you wait—"

"beep--"

--beep--

"Fuck," Zang Qishan was hung up by the other party.

People are also lost.

Qilin knew where Ge Mengping was blocking people, so he didn't plan to confront him head-on. He took a path that most students didn't know. The bushes on both sides were so high that no one could see him.

Earphones plugged in, humming a tune.

I was holding the strawberry-flavored candy box at noon, but it was empty, and there was only a candy lid that was still making noise.

The sound of opening and closing is crisp.

It is true that "Qing Ge" is difficult to sing, Qi Lin's pace is slow as the song is playing in his mind.

Finally, watching Ge Mengping standing in the middle of the road, he stopped.

"You can do it. If it wasn't for my brother's notice, I wouldn't know you still have such a brain. Wouldn't it be nice to slap during the day?" Ge Mengping held a stick in his hand, followed by a few lower grade students.

Qilin’s school uniform was zippered to the top, and he took off an earphone by himself, and also laughed, “It’s cool, but it’s not fun.”

Ge Mengping laughed completely.

angry.

"Your face makes me sick." Ge Mengping didn't plan to chat with Qilin for a long time, he just used violence and force to vent, but it would be embarrassing to be blocked once he swung the stick.

In his impression, the bones on Qi Lin's body would be brittle without him touching, so he couldn't react to the situation where he was pinched by the stick and couldn't move.

Qilin held the stick in the middle with his right hand, and tapped Ge Mengping's wrist with his left hand.

After graduating from university, Qilin studied martial arts for two years before he realized that the fear of violence in his youth covered up his instinct to resist. Later, he discovered that the same adolescent boys had similar strength.

In the face of violence, fear is taboo.

Ge Mengping had never been so aggrieved in his life, so he didn't care about the many-to-one rules of the world, so he turned his face and shouted, "How many of you are dead? Kill him!"

Qilin pinched Ge Mengping's neck with his backhand. What he learned was more light, and skillful movements could save him a lot of effort. He wasn't physically strong, but at least he was a boy.

Qilin looked down and saw a small knife in Ge Mengping's pocket.

About ten centimeters, very thin.

He fished it up with his hand, drew the blade and put it on Ge Mengping's neck, "You can be more violent."

Ge Mengping felt a chill on his neck, and he didn't dare to move when he recovered, "Qilin, how dare you touch me!?"

"You try." After all, Qi Lin is a person who has lived once, so he won't have much reaction to Ge Mengping's slightly childish words.

But when he saw someone coming from a dark place, he slightly changed the direction of the tip of the knife to his neck, made a symbolic movement, and then let go.

When the children saw it in front of strangers, they felt that it was unclear, so they scattered and ran away.

Only Ge Mengping was left squatting on the ground panting for breath.

When he turned his face and saw Qi Lin's expression, he couldn't say a word.

Now, the domineering confrontation with him just now was gone on this face, but red eyes full of grievance.

Qi Lin was left crouching on the ground clutching his neck.

"Are you cheating on me?" Ge Mengping was limp and weak, but when he saw Qi Lin's face pretending to be a victim, he held his breath.

Waiting for the man to walk in from the alley, Ge Mengping frowned twice and didn't see clearly, but opened his mouth to explain, "I didn't touch him, he himself—"

Come on simply.

"Ah—" Ge Mengping stepped on his wrist.

The cold crocodile skin, the toe of the shoe was touching the veins in his wrist, and the one on the side of the road exploded on time, and Ge Mengping swallowed when he saw that face.

He knew Zang Nandu's face. This person was the number one person his father had to point to every day.

Ge's family has a lot of business in Y City, and they are somewhat involved with Zang Nandu. Ge Mengping's talk about his father can be frightened to death by Zang Nandu.

This is also most of the reasons why he often endured his younger brother Zang Qishan.

Now meeting a real person, Ge Mengping stuttered and couldn't speak.

In the end, the distorted facial features on his face seemed helpless, and the combined smiling face made him feel awkward and uncomfortable. His tone was like seeing a ghost, and he smiled obsequiously.

"Master Zang,"

"We have something to talk about."