Be good

If you want to change to a nosy person, you may grab the bald young man on the spot and ask what's going on and why you are looking for Zongcheng.

But Lin Qianxi wasn't, he wasn't so forced.

He himself was annoyed by such good people, not to mention that Zongcheng didn't ask him about Qin Yidong.

In the end, Lin Qianxi finished eating the noodles by himself, dropped his chopsticks, and left the cold noodle stall.

Go back to school and continue class, what to do.

What day is not as usual.

There are no more harassing calls from unfamiliar numbers on the mobile phone, and no one threatens to go to school to squat him again.

Facts remind him that he and Qin Yidong have completely broken off friendship.

--Xige, good morning duck.

When there is another "ding" sound on the phone, it will be the next day.

Lin Qianxi got out of bed early in the morning. After a night, her stomach pain didn't hurt much. Today she specially wore a white short-sleeved sleeve and light blue trousers. She tidied herself up positively and went out to school.

It made him appear to be in a good mood.

With a piece of bread in his mouth and a schoolbag on his shoulder, he locked the door with one hand and read the incoming WeChat with his mobile phone in the other.

The profile picture of the lighthouse, the unknown English name is Gu Yang.

--Okay, my brother is doing very well today.

After replying this sentence, he seemed dissatisfied, and sent another laughing emoji to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang's reply popped up.

--Brother, you are very happy today.

Lin Qianxi stopped at the door, glanced at the WeChat, and typed.

--Don't bark, I'm not your brother, you have a brother.

Gu Yang is worthy of being an adept player who is keen on games, typing super fast.

--Multiple brothers and multiple families, brother, don't reject me. [poor][poor][poor]

Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows. He had realized that, just like his brother, this kid was hiding his eloquence.

--Go play in the mud, I don't want a brother.

When he typed the word "brother", he actually thought of the little boy his mother brought with him. He laughed dryly, put away his cell phone, and went downstairs deliberately briskly, humming a song when he bit down on the bread.

It's been almost two days since I saw his mother. These two days, she has been on night shift consecutively, and the time has been staggered from his.There must be free time, so don't think about it, it's for others.

Probably still busy picking up the children, and then make appointments with that man for a family of three, maybe he will really have a "brother" soon.

Lin Qianxi thought that he had already left the community, and suddenly he couldn't sing the song. He kicked the cement-stripped flower bed on the side of the road and said in a low voice, "Fuck it..."

"Xige!" The sound of a motorcycle came from behind.

Lin Qianxi turned around.

Wang Xiao rode over on his old motorcycle, wearing a vest and a school uniform on his shoulders, without any image.

"Let's go?" Lin Qianxi asked.

"Let's go." Wang Xiao stopped the car and stood up to make way for him.

He, Xue Sheng, and Sun Kai all like to watch Lin Qianxi ride a motorcycle. He thinks that he looks very handsome on a motorcycle, which makes his little broken bike look better. He once praised him for being able to ride a motorcycle like in Hong Kong movies back then. Andy Lau may have a prettier face than Andy Lau.

Lin Qianxi threw his schoolbag to him, stepped up to put on his helmet, and said, "Sit back."

Wang Xiao raised his hands as if surrendering: "I won't touch you."

"Stop talking nonsense, go back a bit, I've never taken anyone with me, I'm not used to it."

"Okay, okay." Wang Xiao moved back, separating him from his schoolbag.

Lin Qianxi finally got his back. He stepped on the gas pedal and blasted out. Everyone on the road looked at him.

On the way, Wang Xiao sat behind him and asked, "Brother Xi, I heard that you went to the small street behind the school yesterday?"

Lin Qianxi's voice was muffled in the helmet: "Damn it, did you ask around? How did you know?"

"Didn't you study well recently? Suddenly you skipped class. We all thought something was wrong." Wang Xiao said, "Xue Sheng went to the back of the school to look around yesterday and said he saw that Zongcheng. Did you two touch each other? "

"Fuck you!" Lin Qianxi thought, was being pulled by him counted as a bump? "I said I won't fight anymore, and I won't touch anyone in the future."

Wang Xiao felt weird a long time ago: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Lin Qianxi said, "Let's learn something. Wang Xiao, Xue Sheng and Sun Kai too."

Wang Xiao didn't hear clearly, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Stop Xige, we're at school."

Lin Qianxi rode too fast, he usually took 10 minutes for a 5-minute journey.

He braked at the school gate and said to himself: "Fuck, what I said just now is for nothing."

Wang Xiao got out of the car, handed him his schoolbag, put on his school uniform and came over to push the motorcycle, suddenly glanced into the school gate, and winked at Lin Qianxi: "Brother Xi, Lao Zhou!"

Lin Qianxi took off his helmet and was stroking his hair to enter the school gate. When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Xueming standing at the cultural wall in front, and stood a few meters away from him, with his hands behind his back, looking here.

Or maybe it wasn't looking here, Lin Qianxi felt that Yi Lao Zhou ignored his operation, maybe he was looking at others, and when he turned his head to look, no one else passed by.

That is looking at the air, thinking about life, who knows.

Lin Qian walked west to the classroom and passed the cultural wall.

"Lin Qianxi." Zhou Xueming said suddenly.

He stopped at his feet: "I'm hallucinating?"

Zhou Xueming held up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned around and said, "Come here."

Lin Qianxi followed, what's the matter, this is, the "scumbag" didn't feel cold and violent with him, and even took the initiative to talk to him.

When they reached the Academic Affairs Building, they turned a corner, and at the stairs, Zhou Xueming stopped.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, weighed them twice, and suddenly handed them over: "One?"

Lin Qianxi didn't take it: "What kind of trap is this, fishing law enforcement?"

Lao Zhou put away his cigarette, took out a teacup from his pocket, unscrewed it, took a sip, and said, "It's been a few days, when are you going to stop?"

Lin Qianxi said: "Can we have a normal communication between people?"

Lao Zhou nodded: "Okay, let me just say it, since you rushed back to class, something is wrong, everyone can see that you want to punish me, but if you want to punish me, you will pretend to be a day or two at most? It's been a few days now , it hasn’t stopped yet, are you planning to play big?”

Lin Qianxi found that teaching Chinese is different from teaching mathematics. The imagination is too rich, and you still play a big one?

He asked, "What do you think is big?"

"How do I know you?" Old Zhou took another sip of tea: "I don't think so if I want to let others go. You are different. Others are not as fierce as you when they make troubles, and you are not like you. Nine cows can't be pulled back. I Home visits, persuasion, and coercion were useless in the past, but now I have given up, and you suddenly behave like this, what can I think?"

He sighed, as if seeing through the world of mortals: "Teacher and student, can't we get together and break up?"

"No," Lin Qianxi said, "I just found out that you are a talent, and I want to stay."

Lao Zhou looked at him and said these things to him very seriously, but he felt that what he said was nonsense, and he just couldn't believe it.

"That's up to you. Anyway, the science class will be reorganized in the third year of senior high school. The last students will be cut out to form another class. At that time, that class may not even have a head teacher. You can mix it up however you want. You go there and stay for another year. You may not be able to get it, it’s not scattered.”

Lin Qianxi froze for a moment: "Day, why did you tell me?"

Lao Zhou frowned: "I just told you what it means. Who doesn't know about this in the second year of high school? You have come to school a few times before this month, and you will know that there is a ghost!"

When he twisted the lid of the teacup, he felt that the conversation had come to an end, so he turned and left.

Lin Qianxi looked at his back, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. If he really entered that class, it would be different from dropping out of school. In the end, he would not return to the old days of wandering around on the streets.

"Fuck!" He immediately went to the classroom.

The homework was being collected in the classroom. When Lin Qianxi entered, the team leader Tao Xue happened to receive him at his seat. She bent her eyes and smiled at him, and left without saying anything.

Neither Ding Jie nor Zhang Ren came yet, and almost no one handed in their homework in the two rows behind.

Lin Qianxi stopped her: "Is there homework yesterday?"

Tao Xue turned her head and said softly: "Yes, the teacher asked the monitor to arrange it."

He didn't even say that he would be charged.

Lin Qianxi threw down his schoolbag, walked to the seat of monitor Zhang Xiaojiang, and patted his desktop: "Come out with me."

Zhang Xiaojiang was having breakfast, and when he looked up, his face turned pale: "Why..."

Everyone in the class is looking here, and the classroom is quiet.

"Come out." Lin Qianxi turned his head and went out. After walking a few steps and looking back, Zhang Xiaojiang followed obediently.

In the men's room, Lin Qianxi stopped by the sink and asked, "What homework did you do yesterday?"

Zhang Xiaojiang was small and thin, and he stuck to the wall, his eyes were drooping behind the bottom of the wine bottle, and he said like a mosquito, "No..."

"Nothing? Don't everyone have it?"

"You can do without..."

Lin Qianxi struggled to hear it: "What do you mean, am I not from Class [-]?"

Zhang Xiaojiang lowered his head and stepped back, as if his fist would come down in the next second.

Lin Qianxi said: "I told you to come out to tell you not to be treated differently. I will do my homework in the future and study normally. You fucking tell me the homework!"

He didn't want to be reduced to a class that didn't care about it.

Zhang Xiaojiang didn't make a sound, didn't raise his head for a long time, and his shoulders began to twitch.

Lin Qianxi saw that something was wrong, so he pinched his shoulder: "Fuck, you..."

Actually started to cry.

"You fucking..." You're crying, why don't you just ask a homework!

Someone came in from outside.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and met Shang Zongcheng's face.

Zongcheng put one hand in his pocket and pressed the back of his neck with the other. Seeing this scene, his eyes moved, he walked calmly to the inner compartment, and closed the door with a "bang".

"..." Lin Qianxi looked back at Zhang Xiaojiang who was still sobbing, and felt that he was so fucking famous, and he hadn't done anything to make people cry like this.

He exhaled, rubbed his feet on the ground, and forced himself to lower his voice: "I'll go in and put some water now, and you... calm down, okay?"

After speaking, he turned and walked in.

Zhang Xiaojiang really ran away quickly.

Lin Qian walked westward to the door of a compartment, pushed hard, and the door opened.

Zongcheng turned his head inside, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"What are you doing, I don't seem to bother you." His words drifted out with the smoke.

Lin Qianxi stared at him: "Tell me about your homework yesterday."

The teachers in Class [-] and Class [-] are the same, and the homework must be the same.

Zongcheng glanced at him: "I've never seen someone who said that copying homework is so fresh and refined."

"Who the fuck wants to copy, I'll ask."

Zongcheng exhaled smoke and said, "Wait a minute." As he spoke, he moved his hands, and with a soft "呵啦", he pulled up his pants chain.

Lin Qianxi subconsciously glanced at his waist, then looked up, Zong Cheng was staring at him.

He hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's not that I don't have what you have, why can't I read it?"

Zongcheng looked at him for a few seconds, took away the cigarette from his mouth, extinguished it on the wall, and said flatly, "You may not have what I have."

Lin Qianxi reacted for a second or two, and suddenly understood.

Hold?What are you showing off!