The school grass I taught became my fanboy

The weather on this day is very cool, the sun in the sky is not so strong, and the breeze is mixed with a bit of warmth, which makes people feel more comfortable.

There is a trail in the campus, green trees are planted on both sides of the trail, the leaves rustle when the breeze blows, it is very pleasant, and it can make people calm down to appreciate the scenery of the lake.

Few people came to this trail, and the weather was fine today, so Yu Cheng wanted to go out here to relax, and didn't want to stay in the dormitory all day.

Yu Cheng sat on a rough but not dirty boulder, the leaves above his head covered the bright sun, and a shaded and cool place was formed below.

The calm surface of the lake is occasionally rippling by the wind.

Looking at it, I felt a little sleepy. Fortunately, the stone was big and flat enough. Yu Cheng lay on the stone with his hands behind his head, stepped on the stone with his right foot, and closed his eyes.

The whole person is very comfortable.

Feel the soft wind across the face, just like the cotton wool is sultry.

After an unknown amount of time, a cold voice sounded above him.

"Yu Cheng."

Yu Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and Song Jingshui's handsome face was reflected in his clear amber pupils.

At this time, the picture seemed to be still, and the surroundings were calm.Yu Cheng could only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, but nothing else.

Song Jingshui leaned on his ear with his right hand, bent his body slightly, and stared at him with pure black eyes.

The two can only see each other's faces at this moment.

Time seemed to stand still, and no one moved.

Yu Cheng was the first to break the brief calm, he sat up and asked, "Why are you here?"

Song Jingshui sat next to him, leaning on the stone behind him with both hands, "Going out for a walk, I just saw a person lying on the stone."

He turned his head and smiled softly, "When I got closer, it turned out to be you."

"By the way, why are you here?" Song Jingshui asked.

"I come here when I'm bored or when I'm worried."

"Then are you bored today or do you have something to worry about?"

"Boring." Yu Cheng said flatly.

Song Jingshui had a smile in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a malicious smile, "Then brother, please treat me to a meal? That way it won't be boring."

"Thank you for your good suggestion, but I don't accept it." Yu Cheng said expressionlessly.The voice is cool and nice.

"why?"

"Because I'm poor."

"Then I will support you?" Song Jingshui smiled sincerely, his eyes curved.

Yu Cheng turned his head and looked directly at Song Jingshui, his brows raised slightly, "Then I'll be self-reliant."

Song Jingshui pursed his thin lips, but did not speak.

"By the way, you don't have class in the afternoon?" Yu Cheng glanced at the time, it was almost two o'clock.

"Yes, there is a big class from three to five."

"Aren't you going back?"

"I'm not in a hurry, are you leaving?" Song Jingshui looked at Yu Cheng who was about to get up and asked.

Yu Cheng hummed, "I'm going out in the afternoon."

"Then I'll go back with you." Song Jingshui said.

Just two steps away, Song Jingshui had been looking at Yu Cheng for some time, and Yu Cheng looked puzzled, so he couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

Song Jingshui suddenly turned to face him, and Yu Cheng felt oppressed instantly.

"Don't move." Song Jingshui's voice was calm and domineering.

Yu Cheng: "?"

"You have a bug on your head." Song Jingshui frowned slightly. "I can't take it off if you move it."

"Okay, okay! I won't move!" Finally, there was a gap in the indifferent expression.

Yu Cheng is not afraid of anything, but little bugs.

Song Jingshui approached Yu Cheng, and Yu Cheng was leaning against the tree trunk behind him. He reached out and took the things off Yu Cheng's head.

"It turned out to be a leaf. I saw it wrong."

Yu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, he was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.

The sailor Song Jing leaned on the tree trunk, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Yu Cheng with lowered eyes, "Brother, your eyes are really beautiful."

This scene was photographed by someone in the distance.

Yu Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but didn't appreciate what he meant by saying this, "Your eyes are pretty good, too."

Song Jingshui who wanted to see Yu Cheng blush: "..." Wouldn't he be shy?

When Yu Cheng came back from doing errands outside, when he was about to walk to the school, he found that there were five or six people blocking a person in front of him, and that person seemed to be a student of their major.

One of the men with brown hair pushed the boy with a fierce face, "Is it so difficult for you to lend us some money?"

The boy was a little cowardly, but still stubbornly said: "I have already lent you a lot of money, why should I still lend you money? My school is in front, be careful that you will be arrested."

The other four men laughed, "He even moved out of the school to scare us!"

The man glanced at him, "Will you give it? If you don't give it, we won't be so gentle."

The boy spit on the ground, "I won't borrow it!"

Huang Mao blushed with anger, "Give me a hand."

"You have the ability to bully people?" Yu Cheng walked over, glanced at the bastards, and sneered.

"The family is so poor that they can't get rid of the pot and come out to ask others for money?" Yu Cheng sneered.

"It's none of your business whether our family has money or not, who are you?" one of them asked.

At this time, two girls passing by saw Yu Cheng confronting a gang of gangsters, and quickly took pictures with their mobile phones, and sent them to the general student group and the confession wall.

[Yu Cheng seems to be targeted by a group of bastards outside the school]

There was a picture underneath, and when Yu Cheng looked at the bastards in front of him, his expression was indifferent and disgusted.

Song Jingshui swiped his phone boredly, and there were still a few minutes before class. The teacher didn't know why it was delayed, and said that he would be there soon.

Flipping through the pages, the notification sound of QQ keeps ringing, Song Jingshui clicks to open it.

Song Jingshui, who was originally lazy, straightened up and looked at the picture with a frown.

Is Yu Cheng being targeted?

Song Jingshui stood up in an instant, the chair made a loud noise, and the students cast their eyes one after another.

He walked towards the door with a blank expression. At that time, the boy who hurt him in the military training was the squad leader. Seeing that he was about to leave, he hurried to the door and blocked him.

"Song Jingshui, class is about to start, where are you going?" The boy squinted his eyes with displeasure.

"Squad leader, I have something urgent to go out, give me a way?" Although Song Jingshui had no expression, his tone was still good.

The squad leader suddenly laughed evilly, and said in a voice that could be heard between the two of them, "Please—"

Song Jingshui raised the corners of his lips, and directly picked up a chair beside him and threw it on the boy's head. The boy was overturned by the impact and fell to the ground, and then hit the boy hard twice.

The boy on the ground was bleeding from his head. He covered his head and looked at Song Jingshui in shock.

"Begging?" Song Jingshui smiled, "I've never begged anyone in my life."

The boy didn't dare to speak.

"Go away next time, or I won't pay attention to the severity of my strike." The voice was cold, and the tone was neither urgent nor slow, but it could give people a heavy sense of oppression.

After speaking, he threw the iron stool aside.

The iron stool fell to the ground with a loud noise, especially in this spacious classroom, the sound was loud and ear-piercing.

No one in the classroom dared to say anything, their hearts were pounding with fright, and the squad leader on the ground turned pale with fright.

Song Jingshui walked out of the classroom with a gloomy expression.

The teacher who taught the class happened to meet Song Jingshui who was leaving, and wanted to ask him what he was doing there.Taking a closer look, Song Jingshui had a violent expression on his face, and the teacher swallowed his saliva and dared not speak.

After Song Jingshui glanced at the location of the picture, he turned off the phone indifferently.

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