Can't Escape in Youth: Youth

It is reserved.

Under Ke Ming's enthusiastic (and shameless) invitation, Wan Xin was no match, so he had to accompany him to the direction of the cafeteria.

"Are you still full after eating so much at night?"

Ke Ming smiled cheekily, "The child is growing up."

Wan Xin looked cold and stopped talking.

Just as the two of them passed the cafeteria on the first floor, Wan Xin suddenly stopped, looking through the window into the cafeteria.

Ke Ming had already walked a few steps muttering, but seeing that there was no movement around him, he turned his head back and followed Wan Xin's gaze.

In the large and empty cafeteria, only a thin boy sat alone.

His back was straight, his hands were on his knees, and his feet were stretched slightly forward.

There was an empty bowl and a pair of chopsticks in front of him, and the expression on his face was cold and calm.

The cold white light hit his body, making his fair skin seem to reflect light.

He just stood there, motionless, staring straight ahead.

3, 3

The week is coming to an end, and Wan Xin has gradually adapted to life in the new school.

They come, the security.

Today is another new week.

When I was doing self-study last night, the school had issued a notice saying that there would be an exam today, and the exam room was in the Zhixin Building, and the seats were random.

At 55:[-], the forecast bell rang.

The students began to enter the examination room.

The first paper is Chinese, two and a half hours.

When Wan Xin got the test paper, he didn't rush to do it. Instead, he read all the questions first before answering the questions.

The time schedule is very tight. I took two exams in the morning, and I didn't have lunch until one o'clock.

The students were already hungry. When the bell rang, everyone swarmed and rushed to the cafeteria.

Miao Zaiqing waited for everyone to leave the classroom before getting up slowly.

Miao Zaiqing went to the toilet first, and when she came out of the toilet, two people walked towards her.

Those two people came in talking and laughing, and the moment they passed by Miao Zaiqing, one of them slammed into Miao Zaiqing's shoulder. hit the wall.

Those two people stopped, bumped into Miao Zaiqing's boy and said, "I'm sorry."

He said he was embarrassed, but there was a disdainful smile on his face, and the sarcasm in his eyes was undisguised.

Miao Zaiqing covered her shoulders with one hand and straightened her body, her eyes were full of frost when she looked at the boy.

It was Lu Cen, his so-called brother.

his!

Lu Cen didn't take Miao Zaiqing's reaction to heart, snorted, and continued walking in with his companions.

Miao Zaiqing clenched his clenched hands for several seconds, exhaled a foul breath, and silently exited the toilet.

He told himself, don't worry about it, don't worry about it, it's no big deal.

As a man, you must be able to bend and stretch, and don't let those villains lower your own structure.

The school is a good school, but there are always a few people who are out of gold and jade in it, but in it.

For the first time today, Wan Xin woke up before the bell rang. He turned over, facing the outside, opened his sleepy eyes, picked up the watch on the side of the pillow, looked at it, and then squinted it again.

After a few minutes, there was the sound of running water in the toilet, followed by the door being opened and the sound of light footsteps.

Miao Zaiqing took the desk lamp, took out the school uniform from the closet, and just took off the clothes.

"What's the matter with your back shoulder?" Because he just woke up, Wan Xin's voice was still nasal.

The sudden sound of voices in the room startled Miao Zaiqing.

When Wan Xin saw his reaction, a smile appeared in his eyes, but when his eyes fell back to the bruise on his shoulder blade, the smile faded away quickly, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Have a fight with someone?"

Miao Zaiqing didn't look back, quickly put on her clothes, and replied stiffly: "No."

Wan Xin got up from the bed, stepped on the bed ladder and went down, "Let me see, there is a big piece of green on the back."

Miao Zaiqing turned off the desk lamp, sat down on the chair, and said indifferently, "No, it's fine, thank you."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly, Wan Xin put his hand on Miao Zaiqing's shoulder, just as he touched it, he quickly swung it away, then stood up, and the chair made a sharp and harsh sound.

In the darkness, the two looked at each other quietly, one with clear eyes and the other with cold eyes.

After a long time, Miao Zaiqing turned around, pulled back the chair and sat down, turned on the desk lamp, and opened the book on the table.

Today's weather was not very good. When the students went downstairs for exercise, the ground was already wet. After the exercise was barely finished in the light drizzle, there was the sound of the microphone for dismissal from the broadcasting room.

The happiness at that time was so simple, there was no need to run around, everyone cheered for a while, and then ran to the cafeteria in twos and threes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Miao Zaiqing returned to the dormitory after breakfast.

After finding the umbrella in the cabinet, Miao Zaiqing closed the cabinet door. There was a sound at the door, and he took a look.

It was Wan Xin, the short hair on his head was a little wet, and the white school uniform on his body was also a little water-stained.

Wan Xin's eyes fell on Miao Zaiqing, and while walking, he took something out of his trousers pocket, approached, and handed the thing in front of Miao Zaiqing.

Miao Zaiqing looked suspiciously at the small white bottle in his hand, Yunnan Baiyao.

Miao Zaiqing walked up Wan Xinde's arm and met his gaze.

Wan Xin had a gentle smile on his face, and there were a few drops of water hanging on his forehead, whether it was sweat or rain.

"Take some medicine and get better soon."

Dazed for a moment, Miao Zaiqing came back to his senses, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, he reached out to pick up the small white bottle, and when his fingertips touched, Miao Zaiqing's eyelids trembled almost imperceptibly.

After receiving the potion, Miao Zaiqing asked, "How much is it?"

Wan Xin withdrew his hand and wiped the moisture from his hair, "No, just wipe it off quickly, class is about to begin."

Miao Zaiqing put the umbrella on the table, pulled two tissues and handed them to Wan Xin.

"Thank you."

Miao Zaiqing pursed her lips, held Yunnan Baiyao silently and walked towards the toilet.

"Want to help?"

"Need not."

Miao Zaiqing took off her shirt in front of the mirror, and looked at her back shoulder, there was indeed a bruise the size of a fist.

In the past, it was common for him to be purple and bruised when he was fighting. He never cared much about these things, and it was not too bad, so even if there was medicine at home, he didn't bother to wipe it off, let alone buy it on purpose.

But since people have delivered it to their hands, let's wipe it.

The smell of the potion was a bit strong, so Miao Zaiqing sprayed it a few times casually and it was fine.

"Thank you."

Wan Xin, who was listening carefully to the Chinese teacher on the stage explaining the test paper, heard the sudden thank you, and turned his face slightly to look over.

Miao Zaiqing is correcting the answer, he did not get this question right.

Wan Xin looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, slightly curved his lips, and replied softly, "You're welcome."

The rain wasn't very heavy, but it just kept going. The morning exercises between classes were cancelled.

Miao Zaiqing walked towards the toilet with an umbrella, Wan Xin got up at the invitation of the two male students at the front desk, and just walked to the stairs.

"Wan Xin."

Someone called him from behind, Wan Xin turned around, it was Qi Ya.

Fang Yining and his tablemate Su Cheng looked at Wan Xin teasingly.

"Let's go first." Fang Yining said, and pulled Su Cheng away.

Wan Xin smiled calmly and nodded, standing where he was.

Qi Ya approached, "Go to the bathroom?"

"Ah."

"together."

The two walked downstairs one after the other.

Wan Xin's smile turned helpless, "Grandma, keep a low profile and be careful not to be asked to talk."

Qi Ya snorted disdainfully, "How did you do in the exam?"

"Should pass."

"So humble."

"The test papers in your school are too difficult."

When Miao Zaiqing was walking up the stairs outside the toilet, he happened to see two people talking and laughing coming down head on, meeting Wan Xin's eyes, he still smiled unabated, Miao Zaiqing moved expressionlessly. open eyes.

After the two of them went to the toilet, they walked back to the teaching building together.

"Are you planning to move this dormitory?"

"Ah."

"Brother, you have thought about it."

Hearing Qi Ya's words, Wan Xin frowned, and the image of Miao Zaiqing alone in the cafeteria that night suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wan Xin said seriously: "Hearsay is not credible, I have my own judgment."

Qi Ya nodded and said nothing.

When the two reached the fourth floor, Qi Ya turned around and walked towards the fifth floor. When she stepped up the steps, her movements paused, and no one could see it except herself.

Wan Xin walked to the back of the classroom, put the umbrella into the umbrella stand, turned around, and saw Miao Zaiqing.

His mind turned quickly, and he realized that Miao Zaiqing might have heard the conversation between him and Qi Ya. This time, he was really helpless, and even wanted to laugh.

Is this man a dog?

Why is it that every time he talks about him with others, he can always hear it by coincidence.

The two sat back in their seats.

"Hey."

No one answered him.

"The seedlings are green."

Miao Zaiqing turned to look at him.

"heard it?"

Miao Zaiqing's eyes lighted faintly.

Nonsense, if you can't hear it behind you, you are not deaf.

Wan Xin cleared his throat, and put on a lazy and playful smile on his handsome face, "Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Sha pen.

Miao Zaiqing didn't answer, frowned and turned back to continue reading the Chinese test paper on the table.

A low laugh came from next to his ear. For some reason, Miao Zaiqing was also infected by his laughter, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into a small arc.

Next came the math class. The math teacher was named Yan Su. He was a man in his 30s, with wheat-colored skin, a pair of rimless glasses on his face, and a good-looking appearance.

And his own style of treating students is just like his name, serious, earnest, and unsmiling.

Seriously holding a stack of test papers, as soon as he entered the classroom, those laughing and joking