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The school starts in September, and the classrooms of Class [-] and Class [-] of No. [-] Middle School are still noisy. Some people are playing movies on the big screen, some are playing games together, and there are even some students who are not stained by the mud. Scratching the test paper, it looks very different from the rumored top class.

Although it is the Qingbei class of the school, everyone is still as usual before the teacher comes, especially when everyone hears that there will be a new art student transferred to the class.

It swept through the class like a magic spell, and many people looked outside the classroom frequently, wanting to see the faces of the new students.

Jiang Cun was the transfer student. Because of his excellent cultural and specialty scores, he was forcibly recruited by the school as a seedling for the Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts, and he was forced into one of the Qingbei classes, which is the second class.

He has never been a talkative person, he is not sociable and has a slight facial paralysis, so much so that it has been a week since school started and he is still alone, unable to call anyone in the class by name.Everyone has been discussing him for a week. From his appearance to his grades to his personality, the topics that should have been lowered the heat, but because of another trivial matter, there was a lot of trouble in the class.

That is Lin Lian.

Lin Lian is a myth in its own right.

The story of the two of them meeting is even more wonderful.

He was originally a good student in mathematics, physics and chemistry, but he ran to choose liberal arts when he was divided into different subjects. Regardless of the school discipline, he dyed the tail of his hair with some flirtatious pink. Don't dare to mess with him, rumor has it that the last person who stepped on his stool has dropped out of school.Brother Lian, who looks like a little bastard, can always find his name on the top [-] red list of the grade...

It's very interesting that Lin Lian will skip a class or stay out at night without fail every week, so that he can hear on the radio station every week, rain or shine, "The following is a criticism and punishment, Lin Lian, Class [-] and [-] Absent from class for one class/staying at bed at night, I will report criticism to the whole school, I hope all students will be alerted", it would be a surprise if his name was not heard on the radio station for a week.

But this is just one of them. He can always try his best to ask for a leave note from the class teacher. He will never be seen in the classroom during the self-study on Monday night; his friend Wen Mingche asked Lin Lian the reason, and he just said lightly that he did not want to listen to English When the teacher was in class, she talked too much.

So I happily skipped the next three classes... How capricious...

The English teacher complained more than once in the office how much Lin Lian had a strong opinion of her that he could skip class so recklessly; when he met him in the corridor, instead of hiding, he smiled and said hello, teacher, and blocked him with a 140-point paper. her mouth.

The school asked him to talk to him many times. Lin Lian reflected deeply and never repented. He would be absent from class as usual. At the end of the conversation, no teacher was willing to take on this important responsibility.So much so that he is basically regarded as an "Internet celebrity" in his grade. Whenever someone mentions the word Lin Lian, the first reaction must be: "Lin Lian? Isn't it the one who is criticized every day?"

Cough, let’s get down to business after blowing up Brother Lian. Jiang Cun met Lin Lian on the first day of school. He forgot a box of paint in the classroom, and in the process of taking the paint back to the studio, he was caught by this pink hair before he walked out of the school gate. The big monster stopped him.

"Hey, classmate, can I borrow your student ID card?"

Lin Lian smiled from the corners of his eyes and spoke lazily. He leaned half of his body on the lamppost, and his smile, which he thought was invulnerable regardless of gender, was useless in Jiang Cun's eyes.

"No loan."

Jiang Cun was very indifferent, his eyes were full of vigilance and precaution.The hand holding the paint was clenched a little bit, and the fingers were slightly white from the force.

"I went out to buy medicine, and I'll be back in five minutes." Lin Lian's eyes were more sincere than the stars in the sky, "Stomach trouble, an old trouble, it hurts without medicine."

Jiang Cun wondered whether he should give his student ID or not. Before he took off the ugly blue belt from his neck, he saw Fenmao's brows furrowed, and he slowly squatted down to cover his abdomen, with a look of unbearable pain. look.

He was a little at a loss, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation in the sixteen years he had walked in this world.

Jiang Cun also wanted to go back to the studio to draw a few more paintings, and was unwilling to waste time on meaningless entanglements.

At this moment, a boy in a white ball uniform came over, squatted down with a smile and patted Fenmao on the shoulder: "Brother Lian, have you borrowed your student ID yet? I went to get a leave slip, and I'm waiting for you to play ball outside." What! Speed!"

Lin Lian with a ferocious expression cursed "shit" in his heart, then pretended to have recovered, forced a "pale and weak" smile: "I'm sorry, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore." Then his eyes hinted at the white ball uniform: quickly pretend Help me back to the classroom, I'm in trouble!

Bai Qiufu pretended to be surprised—ah, isn't this the person Brother Lian asked me to inquire about yesterday!He looked at Jiang Cun in a little panic: "Student, what should I do? I don't know that he has a stomach problem. What should I do if the stomach problem occurs?"

Jiang Cun was stunned for a second, wondering what he was thinking, and his dazed look was a little cute: "Hmm...should artificial respiration be done?"

Artificial respiration your uncle?

Jiang Cun and Bai Qiufu worked together to send him to a small clinic outside the school, and the security uncle who usually dedicated himself to his duties also leniently let him go without asking for a leave slip, and even took pictures and sent them to Moments.

"New era, new youth! A good student who can serve his classmates! Uncle is proud of you! The country needs excellent talents like you! [/like][/like][/like][/picture]"

The accompanying picture shows the backs of the three people, and Lin Lian's pink hair is also shown very clearly.

The white ball uniform hurried back to school, during which he said impassionedly: "Brother, your name is Jiang Cun, right? My name is Wen Mingche, Brother Lian, I'm counting on you this time! I'll go to class and ask for leave from the grade director for you two! Brother Lian , you rest at ease and recuperate, don’t think about anything.”

Lin Lian sat on the stool in the clinic and rubbed his temples helplessly.

Ten thousand bullet screens flashed through his mind, and for the first time he realized that Wen Mingche was not only garrulous, but also possessed an inexplicable heroism complex, Brother Lian felt as if he had hit him with a brick on the forehead.

He was getting irritable at the moment, when suddenly someone patted him on the back, frowned and looked over, only to find that it was someone from Binjiang.

Binjiang Middle School is not a school, but a school that looks like a place for dating. The enrollment rate has always been sluggish. It is not uncommon for students to get pregnant and have abortions. , girls in short skirts.

When mentioning this school, no matter whether it is an old man or a child, they can only shake their heads.

The Fifth Middle School is the only key middle school in Chuzhou County, Chaolin City, in this remote and impoverished county. There are still two or three Tsinghua University and Peking University every year.I don't know when the two schools were formed. In short, I called you a nerd who was studying hard, and you told me that I was a garbage dump with no future.

It's strange to say that Chaolin City is a first-tier city, but Chuzhou County is very poorly developed, and its finances are not enough to make ends meet every year. It is only in recent years that it has a tendency to develop.

However, Binjiang has moved to the school in recent years, and the gate is facing the back entrance of the Fifth Middle School. When they go up and down, there are countless forces fighting against copycats who don't like it.

Lin Lian happened to belong to one of the forces.

Because a student from Binjiang stepped on his desk and chair during the joint entrance examination of the Seventh School.

Can you be convinced?

Convinced, he stopped calling Lin Lian.

It is said that the battle that day was a disastrous defeat for Binjiang. Since the "stepping on the table incident", the anger between the two parties has reached its peak. The fifth middle school is led by Lin Lian, and Binjiang is led by Yang Qicheng. Various appointments have never stopped.

The person who patted him on the back was Yang Qicheng, with an unkind expression on his face.

"Playing ball came to the clinic."

Impatiently, Lin Lian shook off Yang Qicheng's hand. He wanted Jiang Cun to leave first, but he didn't expect this guy to have slipped away at some point, so he simply got up, walked directly to the empty dam behind the clinic, and picked up a piece of discarded Timber: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing?"

"The promised 01:30, it's two o'clock and I'm still hiding."

Yang Qicheng was a little shorter than Lin Lian, but he was good-looking, with a neatly shaved cropped head, and looked a bit like a mafia boss.It's just that he seems to have no emotion when speaking, and every word has a feeling of sexual frigidity, and the feeling of declarative sentences can be asked in every question.

"so what?"

Fortunately, although the people in Binjiang are disgusting, Yang Qicheng is a real man who abides by the rules. The two of them had originally planned to play single-handedly.In the days when he was around, the fights between the two sides were not less, but the dark things were much less.

Excluding a few people, in fact, the gangsters in these schools know everything about fighting and fighting, social people, they are nothing more than sprinkling some spices for the boring middle and second period, they are too immature.

"Compete with you."

"Accompany."

Lin Lian sneered, and directed the long piece of wood towards Yang Qicheng's calf. The other party kicked him to the ground, stepped on his hand hard, and punched him in the ribs.Lin Lian turned over and grabbed Yang Qicheng's ankle, almost knocking him over. Enduring the pain, he stood up, grabbed the wood and threw it on his back again.

Yang Qicheng was in pain, and when he looked up, he found that Lin Lian had disappeared. After a few seconds of pause, he sneered.

He knew that Lin Lian would not be able to run far, but the pain in his calf suddenly spread, and it hurt even to exert himself, so he had to give up.Cursing a few words in a low voice, he limped away.

At this moment, Lin Lian was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, his left hand resting on the ground, and his right hand was held by Jiang Cun—it was the hand that was stepped on; Jiang Cun half-kneeled in front of him, with the other hand Covering Lin Lian's mouth, he surrounded him within the range he created, with clear eyes: "Don't move, he's gone."

The pose of the two is very attractive.

Lin Lian struggled to break Jiang Cun's hand away, gasping for breath, "Are you fucking sick?"

He suspected that Jiang Cun was deliberately making trouble. Which normal middle school student would use "artificial respiration" to deal with stomach pain?Which normal person would take a patient to the clinic and run away in a second?If you don't know the rules and still help out your mother, your brother Lian will lose face and you will say "you don't move"?

Lin Lian couldn't breathe, so he had to scold her mother in his heart - the gangsters in these schools had a tacit agreement that the fight would stop, and if one party surrendered, the war would cease. Jiang Cun dragged him to the wall at the corner with lightning speed, and held him still, which was equivalent to showing weakness nakedly and abandoning the battle.

Ah, where do you want your brother Lian to put his face?On your lap?

"Don't move the ball, don't move, you weren't here when you were needed, and now you are here to help." Lin Lian gently rubbed the ribs that were beaten, and took a breath with a "hiss".

"I'm going to buy water for you..."

Only then did Jiang Cun realize that it turned out that Lin Lian was not "being beaten", but was fighting, and his own intervention made the incident develop in a strange way, perhaps because of guilty conscience, he pursed his lips, Did not speak.

And he himself didn't realize that he just wanted to help Lin Lian so logically. He obviously wanted to reject anyone, but he had a special preference for the young man in front of him.

Originally, it was an unintentional glance at that time, but it wrote the boy's most brilliant poem into his dream.

"Can you stop looking at me like that? I'm not gay," Lin Lian rolled his eyes, took the water Jiang Cun handed over, took a big gulp, and smiled with his small white teeth, "Also, can you stop Overwhelmed me?"

Jiang Cun got up awkwardly, and squatted aside, his eyes sparkling, like a little white rabbit: "Is it delicious? I think your hair is pink, and the strawberry flavor you bought, do you like it?"

"I like you!"

Lin Lian's tone was hotter than the bubbles in the soda, grinning and touching the scratch on his face, his facial features wrinkled into a ball again.

Jiang Cun smiled slightly—in fact, he wanted to laugh when he saw Lin Lian's appearance, but when he stared at him, he quickly covered his mouth and trembled all over, as if it was difficult to hold back his laughter.

"Okay, I'm destined to meet you idiot, what's your name?"

"Jiang Cun. Let me see how you are hurt."

He spoke the second half of the sentence quickly, and Lin Lian lifted up his T-shirt before Lin Lian could react. Under the black cotton cloth, the boy's body was strong and strong. Although his waist was thin, the faintly visible abdominal muscle line was real. , Lively and fragrant.

Jiang Cun even rolled his Adam's apple inexplicably, and poked the place where Lin Lian was beaten with his finger.

Followed by a brutal roar.

"are you crazy?!"