Be good

Wu Chuan pressed the timer.

finished running.

He looked at the time, then looked up at Zongcheng who had just passed the finish line in front of him, he was still a little unbelievable, then remembered the key point, turned his head to look at Cheng Yaojin, who was halfway through.

"Lin Qianxi, what are you doing? How can there be such a relay runner?"

Lin Qianxi's run was really too fast. When he returned, he was still trotting and slowing down. He smiled and said, "Report to the teacher, I still want you to have a good impression of me. I am determined to get a grade. Some people don't want to run anyway." , You didn't say you can't run like this."

Wu Chuan asked, "Why did you go there so early?"

"Passed?" The words were interrupted, and it was Zong Chengyuan who asked.

He walked back from the finish line, his chest was still heaving due to the sprint just now, and his eyes looked here.

Wu Chuan glanced at the timer again, and nodded at him: "It's passed, it must have passed, you two have brought the speed back."

"Then there's no need to make up 1000 meters, right?" Lin Qianxi felt relieved and didn't run in vain.He pointed to Ding Jie who was left on the track and stood there stupidly: "Teacher, look at that one who really can't run the relay. Why don't you give him a 1000-meter boost? It's a pity that his grades are gone."

"Damn it, Lin Qianxi!" Ding Jie yelled over there.

Wu Chuan looked at Ding Jie: "What's your name, go over there, and run away later."

Ding Jie's face was turning green, he stared at Lin Qianxi, and reluctantly went to the edge of the playground.

Lin Qianxi trotted towards him for a few steps, stopped when he was about to pass by, turned cold, and said in a low voice, "I know you're making all kinds of troubles because of the fact that you're going to be assigned soon, but don't mess with him." Zongcheng, he is being targeted by me now, you can teach me something, and I will never forgive you if you mess with me in the future."

Ding Jie was taken aback: "Lin Qianxi, are you fucking protecting him?"

Lin Qianxi said, "If I don't protect him, I'll send you to the toilet to touch him. You choose."

Ding Jie knew he couldn't beat him, and watched him walk away, cursed in a low voice, and another one came up to him.

Zongcheng passed by here, looking at him with no expression on his face: "Want to go to the bathroom?"

"Fuck you, you two..." Ding Jie turned around and ran away.

Zongcheng saw him like this, so he didn't bother to chase him.

Jiang Hao followed panting, and asked in a low voice, "Why did Lin Qianxi rush over?"

Zongcheng said, "I don't know."

I really don't know, when he saw Lin Qian Xifei running towards him just now, he suspected that he was wrong.

I don't know how to describe that scene. Lin Qianxi's figure was like wind and arrow, free and full of youthful vigor. At that moment, anyone could only notice him.

"Fuck, I didn't expect him to run so fast." Jiang Hao glanced at Lin Qianxi's back as he walked away: "It's really fast."

Zong Cheng knew how fast Lin Qianxi ran, and it wasn't the first time he had met him. He had just met him last night because of Qin Yidong.

"You see it now."

Lin Qianxi returned to the outside of the runway, sat down and took a while, and suddenly glanced at his ankle, feeling something was wrong.

"Fuck." He cursed in a low voice, stood up with one hand propped up, and walked directly outside the playground.

A group of girls passed by, all looking at him, and Tao Xue who walked behind smiled at him.

Lin Qianxi thought to himself that he might have accidentally gotten the limelight today, so he didn't think of it.

He looked for it, Zongcheng was still picking up his things on the runway, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, clicked on the lighthouse profile picture, and sent him a WeChat message.

-- Waiting for you outside the school gate.

"Lin Qianxi!" Wu Chuan chased after him with a whistle on his neck and a timer in his hand.

Lin Qianxi turned her head and said helplessly, "Is it okay if I don't do this next time? I ran a relay and missed me."

"Whoever wants to tell you that, I'm looking for you for something else." Wu Chuan walked over and looked him up and down: "You are physically fit, do you want to join the school team?"

"What school team?"

"Track and field team, basketball team, all kinds of big and small balls, whatever. Anyway, you can play a lot. I've heard it before."

Lin Qianxi asked: "Will you get extra points for the final exam if you get in?"

"It's a dream, of course not."

"Oh, don't go in then." He turned and left.

Wu Chuan wanted to ask more questions, but just saw that Ding Jie, who was about to make up 1000 meters, wanted to run, so he turned around and stopped him: "Don't run!"

Lin Qianxi took the opportunity to leave.

Whoever wants to join the school team will delay his study.

He went back to the classroom to get his schoolbag, and then went out of the teaching building. He went up and down the stairs all the way. When he got outside the school, Lin Qianxi stood still on the side of the road.

He looked down at his right foot, and said "tsk" impatiently.

The get out of class bell rang only now.

Lin Qianxi looked up, a bottle of water happened to be stuffed in his arms, and he caught it.

Zongcheng had already come out with his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the bottle of water that was given to him before was returned.

"How is it?" Lin Qianxi shook the bottle of water and grinned, "Is my speed today too fast for me to talk about?"

Zongcheng said, "Well, of course you are the one who is fast."

Lin Qianxi thought about it for a while: "Don't flirt with me at this time, men can't speak fast."

"You just don't flirt." Zong Cheng looked calm, turned and left: "Go to Yang Rui's place?"

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi stuffed water into his schoolbag and followed him.

Zong Cheng looked back at him, then suddenly glanced at his feet: "What are you doing?"

"Walk." Lin Qianxi said, "What's wrong?"

Zongcheng took another look at his feet, approached him, and suddenly kicked his right ankle.

"Me! Fuck!" Lin Qianxi raised his right foot as if to bounce, and the golden rooster glared at him independently: "What are you doing!"

Zongcheng pointed to his right foot: "Take it up and have a look."

Lin Qianxi was still in pain after being kicked by him, and was a little annoyed: "I know, it must be because I didn't move before I ran, and I was dragged by running too fast, and I will go to Yang Rui's place to find a plaster and apply it later. "

While talking, he lowered his head and raised his trousers with one hand to look. When he bent down, his ankle suddenly felt a pain, as if he had been pierced by a few steel needles. It still hurt at that moment, and then I saw the scene of the ankle.

"Fuck? So serious?" It actually swelled up a large piece, like a bun, green and purple.

Zong Cheng glanced at him: "You still think it's nothing?"

Lin Qianxi put down his trousers and frowned. He was in a hurry, but he didn't feel it.

"Where was the motorcycle you rode last time?" Zong Cheng asked suddenly.

Lin Qianxi said, "It was borrowed from Wang Xiao."

"Then ask him to borrow it again." Zong Cheng pointed to his foot: "You can't walk like this."

Lin Qianxi had no choice but to move to the small flower bed by the roadside, and took out his mobile phone to send Wang Xiao a WeChat message.

Wang Xiao's WeChat quickly replied.After reading it, he pointed to the right side of the school gate: "The car is over there. He often borrows this car. There is a spare key stuck under the trunk."

Zongcheng has passed.

Lin Qianxi saw several familiar faces from the class coming out of the school gate one after another. He didn't want them to see him fly away a second ago, so he folded his wings and dragged his right foot away from the school gate.

Zong Cheng quickly came over on his motorcycle, and braked next to him with a "squeak": "Let's go."

Lin Qianxi looked at him up and down. He had just finished a run, and there was still a layer of sweat on his forehead. His short hair was swept up, his forehead was completely exposed, and his broken eyebrow was more conspicuous. He was sitting in the car with his long legs propped up on the ground. , suddenly feels particularly stylish.

"Okay, I'll let you be the driver again." Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows appreciatively, and wanted to step up.

Zong Cheng took a look: "Sit sideways, don't lift your feet."

Lin Qianxi looked at him and froze: "Sit sideways? That's a fucking woman's sitting position!"

Zongcheng turned around from the car, put his arms on the handle and looked at him: "Then step on the ground with your injured foot and step over with your left foot; or step on the ground with your left foot and step over with your injured foot, as long as you don't feel the pain."

Lin Qianxi stood on the spot and struggled for a moment, and found that both of them hurt, so he decided not to waste time, and said in a low voice, "It's my bad luck."

He put his schoolbag on his back, dragged his feet, and sat sideways on the back seat.

Zongcheng stepped on the accelerator: "Sit still."

Without giving him time to adapt, the motorcycle drove out.

Lin Qianxi injured his foot and didn't dare to bear the force, so he half rested on the pedal, just touching Zongcheng's calf. In order to stabilize his center of gravity, he held onto the back seat with one hand, and moved his body forward, as if leaning on Zongcheng's back .

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, and this posture felt so fucking shameful, as if he was a little bird that clings to others.

"Not yet?" He couldn't help urging, staring at the back of Zongcheng's head.

Zongcheng glanced at the rearview mirror, saw his expression, and raised his lips: "It's better to take the main road, there are many people, and we can walk for another 10 minutes."

Lin Qianxi put two fingers against his back: "I'm a knife, do you believe it?"

Zong Cheng calmly accelerated: "Let's do it, find a new father to teach you."

"Fuck." Lin Qianxi said, "I'll jump out of the car if you do this again."

Zongcheng Liangxin found out, so he stopped talking and quickly slowed down: "It's here."

Only then did Lin Qianxi realize that he hadn't taken a detour, and there were those old buildings next to him.

Before Zongcheng could stand up, he had already jumped on the ground with one foot, and looked in the direction of Yang Rui's shop: "Are you still going?"

Zongcheng locked the car, threw the key to him, and took his schoolbag: "Your foot can't be solved with plaster, can you still climb stairs?"

Lin Qianxi recalled it after hearing his question. It meant that he was asked to follow up the building. He moved his feet a little and said, "It's probably okay."

Zongcheng led the way first.

Lin Qianxi followed behind and slowly climbed up several floors to where he lived.

Zongcheng took out the key and opened the door, entered the room and turned on the light, then turned around and opened the door a little.

Lin Qianxi followed in and took a look inside. The room was not big, just right for one person to live in, and there was not much furniture. It looked empty for a long time and smelled like mothballs.

There was a large trolley case placed against the wall, probably Zongcheng brought it with him when he came, so he just left it there.

Zong Cheng moved the trolley case to the side, and lowered his head towards the chair by the window: "Go there."

Lin Qianxi moved to the chair and sat down.

It feels a little subtle.He had never been to Qin Yidong's house before when he had such a strong relationship with Qin Yidong. This was the first time he went back to someone else's house. There were no other people, just the two of them.

The window is a bay window, very large, and you can see the evening sky outside and the street with few people.

The window sill was only about the height of his calves, and there were all books piled underneath, one by one piled directly under the legs of the chair.

There is a small table next to it, at the same height as the window sill. On the table are a stack of papers, a few pens, and an open question book.

Lin Qianxi glanced at it and knew that this must be the place where Zongcheng usually did his homework. He thought that the learning environment for a top student like him must be very serious. He didn't expect it to be so casual. Put it everywhere.

In this way, there is only "1" in the world?

He looked casually, put his schoolbag on the small table, and turned to look at Zongcheng.

Turning his head and almost bumping into Zongcheng's face, he froze for a moment, leaning back in the chair.

Zongcheng was right beside him, with his head down, holding something in his hand, and sprayed it down towards his ankles.

Lin Qianxi's ankle felt cold, and he gasped suddenly, as if he had been punched, his face changed from the pain, and when he moved his foot, his leg was pinned down.

Zongcheng pressed his leg and said, "Don't move, it's not good."

Lin Qianxi frowned: "Fuck, what is this!"

"Spray." Zongcheng pressed his leg and continued to spray: "It will take effect in half an hour at most, otherwise it will keep hurting."

Lin Qianxi was skeptical: "You still prepare this at home?"

"Ah."

Lin Qianxi was so irritated that he couldn't stand it, so he came to hold his hand: "I suspect you did it on purpose."

Zong Cheng didn't let go, and simply lifted his leg, pressed his knee against his calf, freed his hand to block his restless hand, and continued to spray the medicine: "You eighth middle school boy? You have to do it every time you spray the medicine."

Lin Qianxi was clearly under his control, leaning on the chair and hissing, "I'm really good, otherwise your house would have been destroyed by me now."

Zongcheng still insisted on spraying enough amount before releasing him, and stood up straight to look at him: "Are you good now?"

"..." Lin Qianxi felt weak, so he spoke slowly.

Zongcheng put the lid on, turned around and put the spray on.

Lin Qianxi looked at his ankle, which was soaked by the spray, and carefully moved it aside, enduring the severe drug reaction, and reached into his schoolbag to get the test paper.

He hasn't forgotten business.

Zongcheng turned his head to see it, and asked, "What's the question today?"

Lin Qianxi took the test paper and said, "Come on, I've been waiting for a day."

Zongcheng walked over and glanced at the physics test paper.

He dragged the small table in front of the two of them, took a cushion from under the table and threw it on the ground, sat down, read the question, took out the physics book in a matter of ten seconds: Page number, read it yourself, and do it after reading.”

Many foundations are not solid at all. Zongcheng doesn't understand why he still insists on letting him teach. Few people can persist for too long in a daze.

Lin Qianxi is very serious now, the pen is already in his hand: "Okay."

Zongcheng didn't bother him when he was doing the questions, and walked away again.

Lin Qianxi's posture was weird, with one leg stretched out and his ankle crossed, like a rich man, but his upper body was lying on the small table while reading a book and taking notes.

When it was almost finished, the phone rang.

It wasn't Lin Qianxi's ringtone.

He followed the sound and found the source of the sound under Zongcheng's schoolbag next to him.

Zongcheng's mobile phone.

Zongcheng came in from the balcony, took his mobile phone, glanced at the screen of the mobile phone, and then at Lin Qianxi: "You write, don't worry about me."

Lin Qianxi raised his chin towards the phone that was still ringing in his hand: "Aren't you answering?"

"Pick up." Zongcheng said as he pressed the answer button, put it to his ear, and walked towards the door.

When he reached the door, he paused and said, "Here we come."

Lin Qianxi felt that what he said was a little cold, so he stopped writing and took a look.

Zongcheng held the mobile phone in one hand, and touched a baseball bat behind the door with the other hand, weighed it lightly, opened the door and went out.

Lin Qianxi suddenly felt that this feeling was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Forget it, do the questions.

He immersed himself in writing the question, and for almost ten minutes, he suddenly heard the door being knocked, and turned his head in astonishment.

Suddenly realized that Zongcheng might not have gone far when he went out, he was just outside.

Lin Qianxi put down his pen, walked slowly over with his injured foot, and opened the door.

A person fell in as the door opened and fell at his feet. It looked familiar. It was the bald young man. Unexpectedly, he appeared again.

Maybe seeing someone appearing, the bald man suddenly shouted: "Zongcheng! You fucking pay back the money!"

Pay back?Lin Qianxi raised his head and looked into the corridor. There were several people standing on the stairs, but they didn't dare to come up.

Zongcheng dragged his baseball bat to block the place, looked back, his eyes were still fierce, saw Lin Qianxi who opened the door, and moved his eyes: "Don't worry about me, write your own. "

"..." Lin Qianxi looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Oh, fine."

The only one kicked the bald head out, and the door closed for him again.