Be good

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and finally Lin Qianxi stepped forward: "Will you go or not? If you don't want to lead the way, just point it out and I will go by myself."

Qin Yidong turned his head, took two steps ahead of him, and led the way with a muffled voice.

Entering the sports equipment room of No. [-] Middle School, there was only one billiard table inside, and several sundries were piled up on it. Obviously, no one played billiards in No. [-] Middle School, and it was all covered with ashes.

"It's here." Qin Yidong said.

Lin Qianxi put her schoolbag on the table and said, "Oh, thank you."

Qin Yidong stood at the door: "You come to our school to play billiards?"

"That's right, come and take your teacher's class." Lin Qianxi took all the sundries from the pool table, grabbed the table and dragged it out vigorously: "There will be another game soon, I'm so awesome Do you want to fight again?"

"What are you crazy about..." Qin Yidong stared at him and muttered, then left.

Seeing him go, Lin Qianxi turned his head and restrained his sloppy face just now, not crazy, those words were deliberately telling him that he was going to play a game, and this time he didn't need to try every means to remind himself to sign up.

After waiting for a while, the teacher Tang hadn't come yet, and Lin Qianxi couldn't just wait like this, so he opened the schoolbag, took out the English book from it, and opened it with the bookmark inserted in it.

Not long after Qin Yidong went out, he met Zou Wei running over from the basketball court, and he called him when he was still far away: "Qin Yidong, can you go to the equipment room to get a new basketball! That broken ball is not good. beated!"

"Yes, I'll get it, you just wait." Qin Yidong didn't want him to come running and clash with Lin Qianxi, turned around and went back to the equipment room.

As soon as he entered, he saw Lin Qianxi leaning his arms on the edge of the billiard table, looking down at the books spread out on the table in a nondescript manner, and still whispering in his mouth, as if he was reciting English words. The scene was so weird that I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qianxi turned his head and saw that he was back again. He lowered his head and flipped through the English book: "Reading."

Qin Yidong was dubious, took a new basketball from the basket, held it in his hand and looked at him.

Lin Qianxi didn't say anything, guessing that he couldn't stay any longer and was going to leave soon, he fingered the small note inserted in the page of the book, and continued to read.Zongcheng's handwriting is really nothing to say, the bookmarks are made so fast, and the handwriting is so chic.

With a "bang", Lin Qianxi was hit hard on the back. He leaned forward, supported the table with both hands, and turned his head. The basketball in Qin Yidong's hand had just thrown out and hit him. , bounced away from the feet of the two of them.

"What are you doing?" He was inexplicably smashed.

Qin Yidong's eyes flickered for a moment, probably because he felt that the hit just now was a bit heavy, so he looked him up and down: "Let me see if something is wrong with you, are you still Lin Qianxi, and you still read here?"

"..." Lin Qianxi touched his back with one hand, but he didn't touch the place where he was smashed, and laughed angrily: "I'm not Lin Qianxi, but I can still be your father! Aren't you a fucking adult? Can you?" Can't be more mature!"

Qin Yidong made a serious face, walked over to pick up his book to read, and saw the small note inserted inside: "This is not your handwriting."

"So what if it's not my characters?" Lin Qianxi grabbed the English book: "I can't learn it well?"

"You? Learn well?" Qin Yidong blushed, because he was getting angry, and he still held on to his book: "Severing friendship with me means learning well, right?"

Lin Qianxi was silent for a while, and snatched the English book with his hands: "One size is one size, don't fucking talk about it."

A man suddenly rushed in from the door, grabbed a ping-pong bat and greeted Lin Qianxi, "What the hell are you doing!"

Lin Qianxi avoided it as soon as he gave way, and then he saw that it was Zou Wei who had a tight cut: "Fuck, are you sick?"

Qin Yidong turned around and pushed Zou Wei: "What are you doing?"

The racket fell out of his hand and fell to the ground. Zou Wei was pulled away by Qin Yidong and stared at Lin Qianxi: "Did he just want to hit you? The eighth middle school dared to go to the fifth middle school to make trouble. Are we still afraid of him? "

"He didn't hit me, you read it wrong." Qin Yidong pushed him towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Teacher Tang finally came in with the cue, and looked at Zou Wei who seemed to be about to do something: "If you don't play your basketball well, you come here to tease, and go back quickly after you finish playing. What a mess!"

Zou Wei was trained to shut up, and was finally pushed out by Qin Yidong.

Teacher Tang walked to the edge of the pool table and said to Lin Qianxi, "Leave him alone. I know that kid has a bit of a temper. He is very righteous. He is not a bad guy. If you say something, don't pay too much attention to it." .”

Lin Qianxi put his English book in his schoolbag, and asked without thinking: "Is he not a gangster?" As long as he doesn't mess with it, it's fine, even if he has a bad temper, he won't be involved in any bad things in the future To Qin Yidong.

"Stupid?" Teacher Tang looked at him, probably because he remembered his "prestige": "No, our fifth high school is not as good as your eighth high school in this regard."

Lin Qianxi understood, and smiled: "Teacher, don't get me wrong, I don't mess around anymore."

Teacher Tang said: "Really? That's good. Playing billiards is a gentleman's sport. It's best not to mix it." Then he started to swing the ball, "Let's try it first."

After playing for two hours in a row, Lin Qianxi wiped the club with a fine powder, leaned over and hit the last shot, and put the last ball into the bag before he stopped.

"The last two balls you played just now were very interesting. Where did you learn it?" Teacher Tang saw the present from the side, and asked after he finished playing.

"Looking at the video to learn." Lin Qianxi said: "The video of the world-ranked master's billiards game, I... a classmate found it for me to watch."

"Not bad, you can learn it after reading it." Teacher Tang nodded: "Your classmate is also good, almost half the role of a coach. I don't think you, Teacher Wu, need to find me."

Lin Qianxi held the corner of his mouth and smiled. He actually felt very proud when he heard others praise Zongcheng.

After the class was over, Teacher Tang asked him to go first, and stayed behind to lock the door.

Lin Qianxi took his schoolbag and went out. It was dark outside, and there were still people playing "bang bang bang" on the basketball court. He only glanced at them from a distance, and walked directly towards the school gate without paying attention to the few people.

After leaving the gate of No. [-] Middle School, he saw a bicycle parked under the dim street lights. Qin Yidong was standing beside the bicycle, facing the school gate, and hadn't left yet.

Lin Qianxi moved his shoulders: "My back still hurts, are you here to apologize to me?"

Qin Yidong sullenly said, "Who cares about you, just leave."

"Let's go, do you need to remind me?" Lin Qianxi walked away from him.

Just after walking out for a while, I heard a voice from behind: "The one surnamed Lin has slipped away?" From the voice, it seemed to be the same Zou Wei.

Lin Qianxi paused for a moment, and heard Qin Yidong's voice again: "I told you I didn't fight with him, go back, what's blocking him, you guys can't stop him alone..."

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi laughed suddenly, no wonder he didn't leave so late, he was waiting at the school gate, most likely he was blocking the group of people who wanted to block him.

This is what Qin Yidong will do.

He kicked away the small stone at his feet, took a deep breath, remembered Zongcheng's words, and for a moment really wanted to turn around and look for him, so he stood slowly, and finally continued walking as if he hadn't heard anything.

Just wait a little longer, until he is cleaner than before, and there is less mud under his feet...

When the weather was cold, it got dark quickly. Lin Qianxi took a bus and walked down for a while. When he arrived near Yang Rui's shop, it was really late. Except for the place illuminated by the street lights, everything was pitch black.

The phone rang, he took it out, swiped his hand, and the dialog box of the lighthouse portrait popped up.

--it's over?

While typing, Lin Qianxi thought that this was too accurate, as if he had pinched it and sent it.

--It's over, it's just over.

Just came back to the next sentence.

--have you eaten?

Lin Qianxi felt hungry after being reminded.

--without.

A location pops up in the dialog box.

--Come here and eat together.

The location is not far from here. It took Lin Qianxi 5 minutes to walk there. It is a shop selling casserole vermicelli.

Before entering the door, I saw a figure in a dark coat sitting on a plastic stool inside, with long legs bent, not Zongcheng.

When Lin Qianxi went in, he realized that he was not the only one, but Wang Xiao was also there, sitting opposite him.

Zong Cheng's eyes had already looked over, he dragged out the plastic stool next to him, and glanced at the person opposite: "I just met here."

Lin Qianxi sat down: "Oh."

"Coincidentally, Brother Xi, I don't even know that you have an appointment with Lord Cheng for dinner until you come out to eat." Wang Xiao was busy picking up vegetables from the casserole in front of him, and gave him a bowl first.

Lin Qianxi said: "Don't you like to eat barbecue?" What kind of casserole did you come here to eat?

"So it's a coincidence that this happened."

"..." Lin Qianxi glanced at Zongcheng and took a sip of water from a paper cup.

Zong Cheng also glanced at him, without showing any disturbance, and gave him a pair of chopsticks: "Where did Wu Chuan take you to practice today, why did you come back?"

"It's early, and I only practiced for two or three hours." Lin Qianxi paused before continuing, "I went to No. [-] Middle School."

Zong Cheng looked at him: "What a coincidence?"

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi took the chopsticks to scoop up the vermicelli in the casserole.

Wang Xiao also looked over: "Which fifth middle school is Qin Yidong in?"

"Yes, the fifth middle school that Qin Yidong is in." Lin Qianxi nodded heavily while fishing.

Zongcheng saw some dust on the coat behind him, and asked Wang Xiao casually, "When will there be other dishes?"

Wang Xiao was the most active at this time. He got up and said, "I'm going to urge the boss, don't worry, I know the boss here well." After speaking, he ran to the back.

Seeing him go, Zong Cheng patted Lin Qianxi on the back twice.

Lin Qianxi looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"There is ashes," he asked, "how did it happen?"

Lin Qianxi remembered that it must have been Qin Yidong's basketball that hit him. He stuffed a mouthful of fans into his mouth and said vaguely, "It's okay, just hang out somewhere."

"Didn't you meet Qin Yidong?"

"bumped into……"

"Then?"

"Then he found out that I was studying and thought I was a different person." Lin Qianxi swallowed the fans down: "Damn mentally retarded."

Zongcheng asked again: "Is that so?"

"That's it." Lin Qianxi thought to himself that he almost got into a fight.

Zongcheng didn't ask any more questions, and took a chopstick out of the casserole: "Next time, don't let me see you come back with ashes."

"?" Lin Qianxi turned his head to see that there was no expression on his face, and he didn't know if he was thinking too much. He always felt a little unhappy, so he laughed: "Why, I'm really fine."

"It's not that you'll be fine if you get beaten." Zong Cheng put down his chopsticks.

"..." It's time, man.Lin Qianxi looked at his profile, looked at him and saw his hands on his lap.

This man's hands are really beautiful. Apart from the long fingers and well-defined joints, they also look particularly strong. Just one hand can tell the manly look.Lin Qianxi sat closer to him, stretched out his left hand, hooked the finger of his right hand, and then grabbed it.

Zongcheng looked at him, and then at the hand he was holding.

Lin Qianxi smiled and scratched his fingers: "Are you upset? Let me tell you that I don't know how to coax people, so don't make things difficult for me."

Zong Cheng's broken eyebrow couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "You coax me? Stop making trouble." He grabbed his hand with his backhand.

It may be that Zongcheng's palm was very hot just after getting close to the casserole. Lin Qianxi's hand was grabbed by him, and the back of his hand was hot. Then his fingers squeezed in between his fingers, and he subconsciously glanced at his side face. I thought about what was going on, but I felt that my heartbeat was not right when he grabbed my hand.

Just in time to see Wang Xiao approaching, Lin Qianxi pulled out his hand as if nothing had happened, but he didn't pull it out, but he held on tight.

"The dishes are here." Wang Xiao came back and said.

The Zongcheng man sat forward a little, grabbed Lin Qianxi's hand and pressed it on his lap, and picked up the chopsticks with his left hand: "Yes."

Wang Xiao was surprised when he saw it: "It's awesome, Lord Cheng, can you still eat with your left hand?"

"It can improve IQ, you can try it." Zongcheng said lightly.

"Really or not." Wang Xiao really grabbed the chopsticks and tried a few times, then obediently switched back to his right hand: "Forget it, no, why don't you try it, Brother Xi?"

Lin Qianxi's left hand was still being grabbed, and his leg was under his hand. He glanced at Zongcheng again, and picked up the chopsticks with his right hand: "Try a ball, only a fool will try."