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And the snakes and scorpions to guard against.

"Teacher, he's just kidding me. This chair is about to break. He didn't destroy public property on purpose, let alone fleeing in fear of crime!" Yang Sijie first argued with the teacher, and then gave the girl a look, "Zhang Yaxue , you don’t know anything, don’t talk nonsense, okay?”

"Is it you talking nonsense or me, won't the truth be revealed if you ask other people?"

"Zhang Yaxue!" Yang Sijie's voice was anxious, as if he was accused of destroying public property, not Lin Zhiqing.

"Huang Yijun, am I talking nonsense?" Zhang Yaxue turned her head and asked the girl at the next table who had just echoed her glass theory and laughed wildly.

"No." It's human habit to always speak for one's own party when things happen.

"Huang Yijun, you can't help Zhang Yaxue just because she is your good friend!" What Zhang Yaxue said was not a lie, and Yang Sijie could only use the word "fuel and jealousy".

"Okay, okay, be quiet!" Seeing that Zhang Yaxue wanted to say more, the teacher made a stop gesture, "I see, I will deal with this matter, you all calm down first."

"But teacher!" For some reason, Zhang Yaxue didn't seem to want to let Lin Zhiqing go.

"I said, I will deal with it fairly, don't you understand?" The teacher's expression became dignified, making it clear that no challenge is allowed, "This class is a class meeting. Select the new cadres for this semester, and arrange high-score seats."

This matter stopped for the time being, Ming Ziqiao could see Yang Sijie's uneasiness.

By the time Ming Ziqiao took off all the bandages on his feet and saw Lin Zhiqing's warning letter for vandalism, it was already the fourth day after school started, the next Monday afternoon.

And that tall figure has never appeared since he walked out of the campus on the morning of the first day of school.

"Ming Ziqiao, I'll sweep here and here for you. The big black garbage bags are gone. I'll go get them and I'll be right back. Don't worry about those corners. I'll sweep them when I come back." Yang Sijie and him were formed into a group , responsible for cleaning the leaves and garbage on the turf behind the gymnasium before school, and this is the only time Yang Sijie will take the initiative to talk to him every day and tell him how to clean.

"Oh." Mingzi Qiao Man responded without looking at Yang Sijie.

Because he was new here, Ming Ziqiao didn't get along with Yang Sijie. So far, although he hasn't made any classmates who can walk together, he hasn't been obviously squeezed out. The neighbors who are seated will still talk to him when they should talk to him. .

Therefore, Ming Ziqiao tried his best to avoid talking with Yang Sijie unless he had to.

Yang Sijie leaned the bamboo broom against the wall of the building, and before going to the General Affairs Office, he looked at Ming Ziqiao's profile concentrating on cleaning a few more times with a joke in his eyes.

This Ming Ziqiao, who is used to being pampered at first glance, may not even know where to put the broom at home, so the young master who is not very good at sweeping the floor holds the bamboo broom like a hoe and a shovel. It was poked left and right, and the leaves were swept into piles by him, but he also raked the beautiful and expensive Korean turf with a few obvious soil marks.

Hearing the sound of Yang Sijie's footsteps walking farther and farther, Ming Ziqiao put aside the broom and raised his head, walked to the area where the sun can be directly exposed, closed his eyes, opened his arms to the sun to relax, and planned to enjoy a few minutes before Yang Sijie came back. The warmth of the spring sun in the afternoon.

"Bai Mu Zai, what's your answer?" Suddenly, a serious question in Taiwanese Mandarin caught Ming Ziqiao's ears.

"Hei, he hasn't come to class for several days, where did he die?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Although Ming Ziqiao deliberately lowered his voice, he could still tell that this reply came from Yang Sijie.

"Don't be fake, you don't know who knows, if you don't want to hurt your skin, just say it!"

"I really don't know."

"You really don't say it?"

"He didn't even come back to his house, how would I know where he was?"

"Hmph, he stays at your house if he doesn't go back to his house, don't think I don't know." The tone of this sentence was very disdainful, and Ming Ziqiao heard other people spitting.

"Don't spread rumors, he hasn't been to my house!"

"Isn't he your husband? Didn't go to your house, didn't go back to his house, so what did you have to do with him? Spend money to open a room?"

The last question elicited a lot of malicious laughter, and a wonderful multi-character scripture (expletive.)

"Didn't I already said it, he can't be with me, he is a normal man, he only likes women, how many times do I need to tell you?!" Yang Sijie's voice became louder, and it was obvious that he was full of anger. "You have used me to ruin his reputation with rumors. He hates me to death. How could he tell me where he is going? Because of this, his studies are about to reach the number of absenteeism hours. Please stop Make trouble for him, let him live a good life, okay... oh!"

Ming Ziqiao was no stranger to the sound of being hit by a fist on his torso. Yang Sijie's cry of pain made him clenched his fists, and began to tug-of-war in his heart whether to help or not.

Although Yang Sijie was not his friend, he was a classmate.

Although he may not be able to help him in the past and may cause trouble to his upper body, but if he does not pass, he will appear to be too cowardly, selfish, and have no sense of justice.

Or, go around from the other side and help Yang Sijie move rescuers?Ming Ziqiao just thought this was the best idea, and before he even moved his feet, he walked behind the wall, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, and prepared to light the chicken coop head with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at him and shouting at the place of the fight. Yell!

"Hey, Taro (there are others here)!"

Oops!

Ming Ziqiao, who wondered why he was always unlucky, was too late to run at this moment. The chicken nest head was moving very fast. After a few strides, he strangled his neck and threw himself on the ground. The impact between his chest and the ground crushed him. When I got so angry, gold stars burst out in front of my eyes!

"What the hell, who is this?" The one who raised Ming Ziqiao's chin with his toes to look at him was the leader of this group of bad boys. If he knew who Mingrui's man was, he would never have done this, "Which class are you from? Why hide here and eavesdrop, tired of living too long?"

Ming Ziqiao hadn't recovered from his anger, and before he could speak, he coughed violently.

He choked on the saliva that strayed into his trachea.

"Gan Yiniang, what's your name? Why didn't you embroider your name?" He motioned to turn him over by throwing his chicken coop head over. )?”

(11 fresh coins) 042 [Nephew Gong Shushou, first year] Yang Sijie's plan to drag people into the water

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Ming Ziqiao asked Grandma Tu to embroider the uniform jackets and coats for summer and winter, but this one was left on the clothes hanger. Because he didn’t pay attention today, he grabbed this one and put it on for the school. The instructor at the door saw it, and was repeatedly persuaded to refuse to listen, and was also recorded as his first shortcoming in this school.

"Xue Xinghao, you'd better not touch him." Yang Sijie, who was thrown over by the bad boy and knelt beside Ming Ziqiao with his stomach covered, had a pained look on his face, "He is a big trouble, you can't afford to mess with him." .”

"Oh?" Yang Sijie's reminder made Xue Xinghao, the leader of the bad boy, simply squat down, pinch Ming Ziqiao's chin with his fingers and turn Qiao left and right, "What's his background?"

"Don't you know? He is..."

Halfway through Yang Sijie's speech, an idea quickly jumped into his mind at the same time, causing his eyes to wander. A new idea that might divert these people from pestering Lin Zhiqing to join the gang quickly formed.

"My class, just this semester, is an overseas Chinese student who transferred from the north, and his family should be very rich." Yang Sijie guessed the last sentence, he learned from Ming Ziqiao's low-key but high-quality clothes, plain but expensive It can be seen on the watch.

"Oh? It's Xiami's name?" A rich overseas Chinese student?This is a good fat sheep. Xue Xinghao let go of his hands and searched Ming Ziqiao himself, and took out his wallet from his back pocket, "What the hell, it's only a few hundred yuan, why is it all stuck?"

The gang that Xue Xinghao joined was not big, and the expenses he could give him were not worthy of his position as the group leader. Most of the expenses for him and this group of younger brothers still depended on the commission from drug trafficking in the gang and extortion among peers. come.

"Cough cough! Let me go! The card, cough, don't lose it, give it back to me!" Seeing that Xue Xinghao took away the banknotes, he didn't think it was enough. Breathing and tense, the sensitive airway has not yet recovered and I am in a hurry to speak, so it is not easy to stop coughing.

"I don't have a student ID card either?" The student ID card has already been processed, but Ming Ziqiao didn't carry it with her, and put it in her schoolbag, "Hey, why don't you have a debit card?"

Who said no, two of those credit cards are composite IC cards with financial accounts and credit card consumption. It's just that Xue Xinghao is not familiar with English, so he didn't see it.

"Give it back to me!" Of course Ming Ziqiao would not be so stupid as to remind him, even if his arm was about to be broken, and his chest and abdomen were crushed to the point of pain until he was half dead, it still wouldn't make him lose his mind in fear.

"Come on, I'm asking about your financial card, Daddy Ying Sanxiao (what are you answering)!" Slapping in the face is easy to do bad things, because it is inevitable that you will be questioned by the troublesome teacher, so Xue Xinghao, who is upset, can only slap Ming Ziqiao on the neck. side!

Xue Xinghao's biography is still young, and his blood is not thoughtful enough, so the way he handles things is inevitably not beautiful enough, so he didn't know at this time that it was just a slap that his clothes couldn't cover, and the effect would make him invisible A group of people covered the cloth bag, which not only caused his internal organs to bleed for a time, but also fractured his right hand and right foot. the small