As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

I wonder if I'm holding back my laughter, but no, this guy not only doesn't laugh, but also feels baffled.

Make no mistake, what qualifications do you have inexplicably.

Sheng Yi picked up the rice, felt his heart was stuffy, and unconsciously said: "He was suffocated to death later."

Qin Yi: "Oh."

The cold and violent incident lasted for another two weeks. One day, it was late for self-study. Sheng Yi felt that this was particularly boring. He hesitated and said to Song Qinyi who was beside him who was as cold as ice: "Why don't we go separately after school?"

Song Qinyi was taken aback for a moment.

He withdrew from a certain emotion, as if he didn't hear what he said clearly, and it took a long time to recover.

He nodded and responded lightly: "Okay."

Shengyi thinks that he should have wanted to separate from him a long time ago.

Maybe it was before this unprovoked cold violence started, or maybe earlier.

But it's understandable when you think about it. Since childhood, except for him in the first year of high school and Song Qin's third year of junior high school, they have been tied together all the time, and they should have felt tired of it long ago.

He might just be waiting for himself to offer it up.

Sheng Yi's tone was calm, and he smiled: "Indeed, everyone is not a child anymore."

Song Qinyi made a long "hmm" sound.

Song Qinyi didn't say anything about leaving school separately, and came over for dinner on weekends as usual, so Ms. Liang didn't know that they had separated in the first week.

One night when Kindly came home, after taking a shower and preparing to do some problems before going to bed, Ms. Liang knocked on the door and asked him in a caring tone if he had lost his temper with Qinyi.

Sheng Yi finds it ironic that sometimes he and Bei Bei don't get along, his mother thinks it's his fault, the older brother refuses to let his frail younger sister, now Song Qinyi always doesn't give him good looks, Ms Liang still thinks It was he who was playing with his temper to make him petty.

He raised his hand and turned a page of the book, thinking that Ms. Liang should have two biological children, but he was not one of them.

Seeing that he was silent, Ms. Liang sat down by the bed, "The aunt downstairs said that even if you two meet face to face recently, you are like strangers, and you don't even say hello. There must be something like this."

Her caring tone gradually faded, and there was a hint of accusation in it, and she became more and more enthusiastic, "You two should be almost like brothers after all these years, you are an older brother, so you have to treat it like an enemy .”

Shengyi feels that her mother can't stop fucking her heart all day long.

One day at school, he had self-study at seven o'clock in the morning, four classes in the morning, an hour and a half lunch break, queuing in the cafeteria, eating and walking accounted for half of it, four classes in the afternoon, and one hour before evening self-study. Time was better controlled. There is still a buffer time of more than ten minutes. The evening self-study ends at 10:30, and I go home to take a shower and do another set of questions. I am thankful that I can go to bed before twelve o'clock.

Since last month, five and a half days a week has been changed to six days of classes, and Saturday evening self-study has been moved to Sunday. With such a fulfilling life, he really doesn't have much time to worry about why Song Qinyi used cold violence against him.

But these are not the reasons for him to send Ms. Liang out of the house. If he argues with Ms. Liang about cold violence, study pressure, etc., he can guess what Ms. Liang will say without even thinking about it.

He put down his pen and felt tired even when he opened his mouth: "My self-study next night is later than Song Qinyi, and the weather is getting colder and colder. He also agreed to separate in the future."

It seemed that Ms. Liang was satisfied with this reason, so she closed the door behind her when she left.

On Sunday, Yan's father suggested that it had been a long time since we went to the amusement park together, so he knocked on the door of Shengyi, who was sleeping late, and ignored him. After a burst of chatter outside the door, his parents took Beibei out.

Sheng Yi lay on the bed until she lost her temper, rubbed her eyes, opened the closet door to take clothes to take a shower.

Not long after the shower was turned on, he took a shower when there was another knock on the door.

He put on a towel and went to open the door. Outside the door stood Song Qinyi holding the dishes.

To return the dishes.

She kindly stepped aside to invite him in, and said: "I'll take a shower, you watch TV first, we're just the two of us at noon, there are meals made by my mother in the refrigerator, just heat them up in the microwave."

The moment he turned around, Song Qinyi suddenly grabbed his arm, which made him a little hurt.

He turned around for no apparent reason, the guy's gaze was fixed on his back, and he asked him in an unsteady breath, "What's the matter with the injury on your back?"

32. Chapter 32

Song Qinyi seemed to have just realized his gaffe, and he withdrew his hand a little hesitantly.

He glanced at the place where he had been grasped by Qin Yi just now, the bruise had not yet dissipated.He rubbed the marks on his arm, and explained calmly, "I fell."

Even if he rolled down the steps, how could he only fall on his back? Those criss-cross bruises were clearly the work of sticks and sticks.

This reason is too perfunctory, and I kindly plan to add two more sentences to modify it.

However, Song Qinyi returned to his indifferent state, and said in a calm voice, "Be careful in the future."

Good intentions: "Understood."

The small alley in the back alley of the school has always been the only place to skip classes.

No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School are separated by a street, and bad students usually have a fight here.

Leaning against the corner with good intentions, his school uniform was loosely draped over his body. Beside him were a few second-year high school students with dyed yellow hair, all of whom were well-known punks.

The fifth middle school students standing opposite them looked more ruffian than them. The leader was a social brother. The weather was approaching winter and he was naked, with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right. Toy tattoos.

The two sides quarreled for almost half an hour, but there was no movement to start the fight. They were smoking a cigarette in good faith, and their arms were touched by the people around them, "Hey, good intentions, are you looking for trouble?"

Sheng Yi looked towards the entrance of the alley, startled for a moment.

He threw away the cigarette butt, stamped it out on the ground, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Song Qinyi put his pockets in his hands, and looked at him coldly, his brows were full of confusion.

He indifferently pulled Laqinyi's collar, smoothed his wind-torn hair, and asked him to go back to class.

Song Qinyi refused, "No."

The group of scoundrels from Fifth Middle School whistled in Song Qinyi's direction, probably because they were too far away to see clearly, thinking that Song Qinyi was a girl with short hair, and her voice was mean and flirtatious: "Oh, this girl is beautiful, she's flat A bit, but it’s white enough, and the voice is nice. Hey, kind words, please don’t let people go, we want it.”

The ruffians had meat and vegetables in their mouths, and they turned their heads and yelled over there kindly: "Fuck, keep your mouth clean!"

These ruffians yelled fiercely: "Hey, let's see if you're so fucking fierce!"

The gangster from No. [-] High School rushed forward: "CNM, what's it called!"

Shengyi rushed over with a few strides, picked up a stick and swung it at the ruffian in the fifth middle school.

Seeing this, the society brother who took the lead waved his hands behind him: "Brothers, let me do it!"

The riot lasted for 10 minutes, and there was nothing wrong with it. A group of people fought inseparably, with good intentions leaning against the wall to catch their breath, when they suddenly saw Song Qinyi enter the alley at some point.

She kindly pushed him away, "What are you doing here! Get lost!"

Song Qinyi ignored him, he leaned over to pick up the stick on the ground, and walked towards the leader of the fifth middle school, the social brother.

Brother Society was catching the little bastard from No. [-] Middle School to teach him a lesson. When he heard footsteps and turned around, he saw the little beauty standing at the entrance of the alley just now, and this person was holding a stick in his hand. Thin skin and tender meat, I..."

Brother Society hadn't finished speaking when he was forced to take a step back by the stick that was almost swung at his face.

He loosened the collar of the gangster he was carrying, stretched his muscles, and stared fiercely at Song Qinyi: "Compared with Lao Tzu, you are still a little tender."

The noisy crowd quieted down, and they couldn't help but began to wait and see this battle of disparity in strength.

Song Qinyi switched the stick, and when his eyes fell on Brother Society again, there was something strange in his eyes, as if the restraint had reached the extreme, and he broke through the madness of the cage in an instant.

Brother Society unexpectedly felt a bit chilly in his neck, he won't lose if he loses, so he picked up his stick and wanted to poke Song Qinyi's shoulder to make him retreat, but the other party swung his stick vigorously, directly attacking Brother Society The order was placed, and it did not fail.

"I am your mother!" Brother Society immediately screamed: "You wait for me, I will kill you!"

Song Qinyi's attack was too fast, and his physical strength was even more ferocious than ordinary people. When Brother Society was injured and fell, he swung him for the third time and the fourth time with almost no hesitation.

Brother Society screamed endlessly. At first he was still cursing, but under Song Qin's merciless stick, he held his head and begged for mercy.

The heavy sound of sticks echoed in the alley, and the ruffians from the Fifth Middle School did not dare to step forward.

Since childhood, Sheng Yi has never seen Song Qinyi beat anyone.

He looked at this scene dumbly, and his astonishment was no less than that of other people present.

Until he came back to his senses, Sheng Yi yelled to stop the seemingly unfamiliar figure several times with a trembling voice, but Song Qinyi turned a deaf ear.

He immediately tried to pull it, but he couldn't. The little gangster with dyed yellow hair came to help and pulled Song Qinyi away.

Seeing this, the ruffians from the Fifth Middle School immediately swarmed and dragged Brother Society behind him. Brother Society was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and he couldn't be subdued after such a beating. He sat on the ground and directed the ruffians in Fifth Middle School: "Kill them for me! !"

Seeing that Song Qinyi was restrained, the ruffians wanted to win, but they were afraid that they would not be able to beat him.

The stalemate didn't last long, and a report came from the alley: "The teacher is here to investigate skipping classes, run away!"

A group of them scattered like birds and beasts, kindly pulled Song Qinyi out of the alley and ran desperately, feeling their lungs were about to explode, before stopping outside a dilapidated house.