Boyfriend is the ceiling of combat effectiveness

Lin Ji had been living in Boss Guan's house for half a month, and only after being introduced by a guest Ming Han knew, he rented a suitable small house near the school.

It is still a layout of one bedroom and one living room. Compared with the previous set, the space seems to be larger and the distance from the school is closer.

This weekend, the school happened to have no self-study arrangements, and the rented house was very close to the Deep Blue Internet Cafe, so Ming Han conveniently helped carry a luggage.When pushing Lin Ji's suitcase to the wall of the living room, he happened to see him put the rent contract that he had pinched all the way beside the entrance.

"Is the rent paid three times?" Ming Han asked, and added after seeing Lin Ji nodding, "Then do you still have enough money for this month?"

"Reluctantly." Lin Ji leaned over and put the cardboard box in his arms on the coffee table.

I don't know when it happened, but the bottom of the carton was severely worn, because he was afraid that the contents inside would be scattered, and he was very tired from carrying it all the way.

After putting the box away, he straightened up, and when he was clapping the ashes, he caught a glimpse of Ming Han's distrustful look from the side, so he had to answer his question more seriously.

"I don't spend much money except for food, it's fine."

Ming Han stared at it for a few more seconds, and only when he saw a relieved and sincere smile on Lin Ji's face, he looked away, silently went to the sink to wash the rag and wipe the dust.

I'm not worried about anything else, the main reason is that in this person's heart, he doesn't know the severity of his stomach problem at all, otherwise he wouldn't always mess with other people's minds about three meals a day.

The landlord should have done a thorough cleaning before renting out, the house is still clean and tidy, just a simple cleaning is enough.Lin Ji stretched out his hand to pull the suitcase, and said, "I'll take the clothes in and hang them up first, and we'll have dinner together later."

The person squatting in front of the coffee table to wipe the floating dust only nodded, and accidentally knocked over a vase filled with water, and the water drops rolled wantonly on the glass surface of the coffee table.

Minghan quickly lifted the bottle up, and was about to move the heavy cardboard box to another location, but the half-damaged cardboard box finally fell apart under the load, and the contents inside fell to the ground with a crackling sound. , just piled up on the puddle of water on the floor.

Lin Ji, who had just walked into the bedroom, heard the sound and came back out again. Seeing the mess under Ming Han's feet, he pointed to the box and sighed slightly annoyed, "Ah... I forgot to say, it's broken."

"Sorry." Ming Han pursed his lips, knelt down on one knee quickly, and picked up the papers and certificates scattered on the ground one by one. The bottom few still couldn't escape the fate of being wet.

Lin Ji lightly wrote "It's all right", and then took two steps closer to tidy up together.

The certificates and medals all over the floor are dazzling. Is it okay to pack the certificates in cardboard boxes?

Ming Han subconsciously glanced at the expressions of the people around him as he collected them.Generally speaking, objects representing honor such as certificates of merit are of great significance to the owner, but Lin Ji's expression and movements make these things seem insignificant.

He neatly stacked the certificates in his hands, and casually opened the top one. He was slightly taken aback by the grade certificate that caught his eye.

Suddenly recalling the previous chat, Lin Ji said that for a person like him, piano and painting are standard equipment.Now it seems that this is not entirely a joke.

"Are you really level [-] in piano?" Ming Han slightly tilted his head and looked at the person squatting beside him.

Lin Ji also looked at the certificate, and explained with a gentle smile, "It's been a long time, but it can only be regarded as an amateur level."

Speaking of piano, this is not really my hobby.

It's just social and emotional skills that were forced to learn when I was young. My mother often supervised and practiced them when she was alive. Now, if I throw them away for a long time, they will be considered useless.

For some reason, Lin Ji suddenly thought of Ming Han. His hand shape is very beautiful. If his movements of playing with the keyboard were placed on the black and white keys, maybe he would be more suitable than himself.

I didn't deliberately think about it for a while, and then continued with a smile, "What's more, my mind is not on that. The soul of the music lies in the emotional resonance, and the grading test is too utilitarian. For me before, it was even more of a task. "

Ming Han nodded when he heard the words. In the final analysis, it was because this guy was born as a young master, and his daily behavior was much more elegant. Ordinary people might not have these tasks to deal with.

"Put them all on the shelf over there for me. After a while, I won't be able to find another box to put them in."

"En." Ming Han stood up with a large pile of things in his arms, and walked towards the storage shelf on one side. He just took two steps when a plain envelope fell out from some certificate, and he stepped on it. under his slippers.

After putting away the things in his arms, he leaned over to pick it up, and the white paper inside also fell out. Ming Han didn't pay much attention to it, he just thought it would be something to praise Lin Shao.I wanted to put it back intact, but glanced at it briefly during the movement of my fingers.

This turned out to be a receipt letter sealed with the red seal of a famous charity organization.

Thanks for the anonymous charity donation, 8.2 million.

That string of numbers was only recognized by Ming Han after reading it twice.

The amount was so huge that people couldn't react in an instant. Ming Han paused for a while, but still couldn't believe what he saw.

Lin Ji glanced at his stiff back, and suddenly asked questioningly, "What's wrong? I've been standing there for a long time." While talking, he leaned forward curiously, let his eyes go over the sofa, and saw clearly the hands of the person standing sideways. holding something.

Lin Ji had already seen that envelope, so naturally he still clearly remembered what was written inside. Seeing Ming Han's suspicious eyes, he just sighed softly.

"Not good intentions……"

"That's my mother's legacy."

Ming Han's subconscious apology was interrupted by Lin Ji. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then seriously chewed the meaning of this sentence in the next second.

Inheritance, has Lin Ji's mother passed away?

Recalling the night when the two fought together, Lin Ji also said how his mother had "high standards and strict demands" on him, and it felt as if it happened just before.

It turned out that she was no longer alive.

But even so, the matter of donating all the inheritance is still incomprehensible. After all, this is wealth that too many people will never see in their lifetime.

Why did Lin Ji donate a huge amount of money at one time, but made himself so embarrassed?Why did he come to Yundao?

Ming Han didn't keep these questions in his heart for a long time, Lin Ji gave him the real answer without any concealment.

"Because my father was imprisoned for a crime and was sentenced to life, so I donated all my inheritance and escaped from a city that suffocated me."

When these words came out, it was far easier than Lin Ji thought. Perhaps in his heart, the young man in front of him was not someone who needed to hide something from him.

Ming Han didn't really see this star from far away until this moment.

He is not a wealthy young master who ran away from home willfully at all, but just a lonely running soul, in the sudden darkness, with no home to return to like himself.

"So, you come here..."

"It's trying to escape, and it's also a test of yourself."

Lin Ji took the solid-colored envelope from Ming Han's hand, and threw it in the glove cabinet beside him, as if he had thrown away all the fetters of the past calmly, with a calm voice, "Let's go out to eat, I'm busy hungry."

Although it was only past ten o'clock in the morning, a person with a serious stomach problem asked for a meal. Who would dare to postpone it?

Ming Han was not too hungry, so he followed him downstairs to a nearby snack bar.

The people sitting across the dining table ate slowly throughout the whole process. Although it was just an ordinary lunch box, it was eaten with a distinctive temperament.

When Ming Han looked at him, for the first time, he had some different thoughts.

What would it be like to be side by side with the stars?

They all want to leave here and go to the beautiful distance.

When you see the flame hidden in a person's heart, you are destined to be passionate with him.

For the students, September is a month with a strong sense of existence. It not only marks the end of the summer vacation and the arrival of a new semester, but also represents a beginning and a new battle.

However, after returning to school, it seems to be no different from every school month, quietly slipping away with ordinary schoolwork.

During the second full weekend of a high school, the National Day holiday is almost here, but before that, the school still has a grand event.

Biennial student sports meeting.

This grand event has always been a tradition of Yundao No. [-] High School, and it is also highly valued by the school. Therefore, teachers and students in each class are also very enthusiastic.

Since it is a sports meeting, it must be based on sports competition.The only sports student in the class who serves as the sports committee is in charge of all registration matters for each competition in Class [-].

At this moment, the person in charge who bears the title of class bully is sitting on the desk in the front row.He knocked on the table impatiently with the notebook in his hand, stopping the lively discussion of the students below.

"Okay, don't make noise, we will be quiet."

Gu Hongyi's words in the class have always been very effective, and order was quickly restored in the classroom.

"It's the same as in previous years. It's still those projects. Let's talk about it and report it quickly. Don't delay my lunch."

Because the sports meeting is held every other year, all the senior high school students present here except Lin Ji have already participated in it, and of course they are familiar with the process.

"There are a lot of competitions. Boss Guan means that it is the last large-scale group activity in high school. I hope everyone can participate. So you should also be active, and sign up for whatever you think you can do. Don't wait for me to push it up, you also know I have a bad memory, don't forget anything."

Gu Banba had one leg crossed on the lecture table, while the other foot was still dangling below. Although he looked unscrupulous, the students below listened carefully.

"Okay, then let's start. I will list the names of the projects. You can raise your hands at ease. In the end, if there are really no one left, I will take them all."

Gu Hongyi also knows that there are a few events that no one cares about, such as the 3500-meter long-distance race, nine laps on the playground, which is a lethal dose for ordinary students with weak physiques, and sports students fight each other in every session , no one can count on him except himself.

Although Ban Ba ​​is used to being arrogant, he still has a sense of collective honor, and he will definitely protect his weaknesses in this kind of matter.

The ghost knows how handsome the words "all me up" are in the ears of the whole class, and no matter who the Buddha is, let's give him a round of cheers and applause first.

"Okay." Gu Hongyi didn't care about this kind of sycophantic gesture at all, he just waved his hands and jumped off the desk, picked a piece of chalk from the small box and broke it, and the broken chalk end was not wasted, so he threw it away He went out and hit the little green forehead playing with his mobile phone.

roll.Zhao Zilu matched his mouth.

Gu Hongyi smiled provocatively, Danfeng's eyes were full of arrogance, and then he turned around and wrote a few rows of words on the blackboard like ghosts.

"Let's talk about track and field first, solo running, 100, 200, 400, 800, 1500, two men and women, long-distance running last. Girls lift first, and then tell me the name of the event. I can't see the higher point. Damn."

Gu Hongyi looked at the female students who were registering with their hands raised, and suddenly realized that he couldn't remember their names at all, so he could only walk down the podium holding the registration form.

A female student who wanted to sign up suddenly saw the famous school bully walking towards her, her face turned pale with fright, and she even put her hands down.

"I won't hit you, what are you hiding? You write your own name, write it here." A sports student put the form on the desk of a female classmate, pointed to a certain place and spoke.

Seeing this scene in the back row, Lin Ji couldn't help but smile, "Don't tell me, Xiaohong is quite reliable in her work."

"He's just stupid, not mentally retarded." Xiaolu was still rubbing the chalk dust on her head.

"Is there any difference?" Lin Ji sneered upon hearing this.

"Of course there is." Minghan also joined the judging meeting for Xiaohong, "It means that he has the IQ of a normal person, but he doesn't do normal things."

Gu Banba quickly memorized the list of track and field singles, and accidentally looked up to see a few people in the last row who were glaring at him while chatting happily.

You don't even need to think about it, you can't say anything good.

Although I can't pronounce other people's names, how can I not know the three of you?

Directly mobilizing the power of the sports committee, retaliatingly recorded all four people in the 400×4 relay registration form.There is no need to ask for consent. In the following project registration, the names of Ming Han and Zhao Zilu were repeatedly used to fill in the vacancies.

Because of the deterrence of bullies, the registration process was carried out very quickly, and it successfully ended 10 minutes before the lunch break.Satisfied, Gu Hongyi returned to his seat with the completed registration form.

"Show me." Xiaolu casually grabbed the list and saw her name appearing in many projects as expected.

"I knew you were a ghost, even if you didn't raise your hand, you couldn't leave me behind."

Gu Hongyi unscrewed the mineral water bottle, gulped a few gulps before responding, "There are so many items, don't you carry them and let me share them?"

| Body?How to be a brother?Don't worry, it's all within your capabilities.Let me assign the only difficult 3500 meters to the one on your left. "

In fact, he didn't need to say it, Xiaolu had already seen it. Under the two quotas for the 3500 solo long-distance race, it was clearly written: Gu Hongyi, Lin Ji.

Indeed, on this form, Gu Hongyi's name has already appeared the limit number of times, and it would be fatal to fill in any more.

Zhao Zilu frowned sympathetically, handed the list to the person concerned, and said tentatively, "Brother, do you want to take a look?"

It may be because the two characters are easier to recognize, or they are too familiar. As soon as Lin Ji looked up, he noticed six or seven characters of "Ming Han".

Don't you get tired after participating so much?

Lin Ji glanced at the people around him, he must have stayed up late last night, and he was lying on the table quietly.Without much thought, he handed the list back to Gu Hongyi, and asked in a deep voice, "Change it."

Xiaohong thought he was talking about 3500 meters, but was about to explain that there was no one because of the collision, but she heard him say something unexpected.

"Give me half of Ming Han's project."

The author has something to say: Gu Xiaoba: "Why didn't he say two things for me??... Xiaolu, do you think they are going to start?"

Zhao Zilu: "There's an inside smell."