Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Su Wan's cheeks seemed to be splashed with boiling water, and instantly turned red, even the tips of her ears were an abnormal crimson.

She gripped the handle of her tennis racket tightly, her knuckles turning white, and the same question kept echoing in her mind:

What did Mo Qinghan mean by this? Was he mocking her for being sentimental, or was he deliberately trying to make her look bad?

"Didn't you throw the ball over here?" Su Wan's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and the ending tone trembled slightly, but the expression on her face still maintained her usual exquisite and decent look.

At this moment, a quiet but remarkably firm voice cut through the stagnant air: "No."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and their eyes all fell on Quan Jiuxi who was standing at the edge of the crowd.

She was wearing a school uniform that had become faded from washing, and her figure was as thin as a leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any time.

At this moment, he was lowering his head slightly, with the loose hair hanging down in front of his forehead, covering most of his face, leaving only a section of his jaw with soft lines exposed.

"He was bumped by someone and the ball slipped out of his hands." Quan Jiuxi's voice was still not loud, but it carried an unquestionable certainty, and every word was clearly heard by everyone present.

Jiang Lu, who was standing beside her, swallowed quietly, her fingertips still retaining the slightly cool touch of not holding Quan Jiuxi just now.

Feeling the countless gazes from all around, Jiang Lu's heart was pounding, and her palms were sweating. But remembering the need to protect her friend, she took a deep breath, straightened her chest, and spoke in a voice that was a little tense but loud enough:

"Yes! I saw it too. Mo Qinghan didn't mean it!"

The crowd instantly fell into a deathly silence. The voices that had surrounded Su Wan and indignantly accused Mo Qinghan of "intentional injury" had all died down.

Someone subconsciously recalled the scene just now - it seemed that a figure really rushed past Mo Qinghan from behind, knocking him to stagger, and the force was so great that even the fence next to him shook.

Now that someone has broken this window paper, no one has the confidence to stand up and speak. A few people even quietly took a step back to avoid Su Wan's gaze.

Mo Qinghan also followed everyone's gaze and looked over. When he saw that the person who spoke was Quan Jiuxi, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Those eyes were extremely beautiful to begin with, with the tail ends slightly upturned, like carefully outlined phoenix eyes. At this moment, the eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow under the eyelids, covering the surging emotions in the eyes.

He stood there motionless, his black sportswear making his shoulders broad and waist narrow, his skin so white it was almost transparent. The sunlight fell on the ends of his slightly curly hair, emitting a fine golden light, but the coldness emanating from his body seemed to cool the air around him.

No one knew what he was thinking, but he seemed a little scary at the moment.

At this moment, Lu Yu, who had been standing next to Su Wan, gently pulled the corner of her clothes.

His fingers were slender and his strength was very light. There was a hint of grievance in his voice: "Senior sister, forget it, it was just an accident."

As he spoke, he deliberately pressed the area on his arm that was wrapped in gauze with his fingertips. His brows knitted instantly and he gasped in pain. His already pale face now looked even more bloodless, and even his lips turned blue.

Xiaoyi rolled his eyes: "Pretend to be a jerk."

"I'm going to the infirmary first. Don't let me affect the game."

Lu Yu's voice became lower and lower, with a kind of pitiful fragility, but his eyes glanced at Mo Qinghan secretly, and then quickly looked away.

Su Wan looked at Lu Yu's pale face, and the anger in her heart was instantly replaced by worry. She hurriedly reached out to hold his arm, and said anxiously:

"Let's go to the infirmary!"

As she helped Lu Yu turn around, a hint of hesitation flashed through her mind - it seemed that she had really misunderstood Mo Qinghan just now.

Finally, she stopped, turned around, and whispered to Mo Qinghan, "I misunderstood you just now. I'm sorry."

Mo Qinghan sneered lightly when he heard this. The laugh was full of disdain, like a feather gently scraping across the tip of his heart, but it brought a biting chill.

He ignored Su Wan's apology, bent down to pick up the black jacket beside him, and casually put it on his shoulders. He didn't even plan to continue participating in the game, and walked straight out of the field.

The people around him subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when they met his cold eyes, they swallowed the words back at their lips. No one dared to really stop him.

When passing by Quan Jiuxi, Mo Qinghan suddenly stopped.

Quan Jiuxi could clearly feel the scent coming from the person in front of him - a faint smell of cedar mixed with a little sweat after exercise. It was not unpleasant, but it carried a strong sense of oppression.

She quickly closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembled violently like the wings of a frightened butterfly, her shoulders shrank slightly, and she looked extremely scared.

But only she knew that at this moment she was chatting with the system Xiaoyi in her mind:

"How about it? The angle at which I lower my head makes me look particularly weak? Beautiful?"

[Replying to the Master, it is very beautiful! She is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of their chests and geese fall to the ground, and the moon hide in shame on the flowers. She perfectly embodies the phrase "even the sight of her is still pitiful"!]

Xiaoyi's electronic voice was full of exaggerated praise.

Quan Jiuxi glanced at it coldly in his heart: "I want you to be a villain, not to praise me. Get away and don't delay my work."

Xiaoyi uttered an aggrieved "Oh" and shrank obediently into the sea of ​​consciousness, muttering softly, "But you kept your head down, Mo Qinghan didn't even see your face..."

At this moment, an overly gentle voice sounded above his head, with a hint of subtle teasing:

"Sister, you are so kind."

Quan Jiuxi's heart skipped a beat—it was Mo Qinghan's voice. She could feel him bend slightly, his breath moving closer to her, the scent of cedar almost enveloping her.

She raised her head cautiously, her eyelashes still trembling slightly, but when she saw Mo Qinghan's face clearly, she couldn't help but exclaim in her heart:

Wow, the contrast is too great.

She was as cold as ice just now, but now there is a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the corners of her eyes are raised. Her almond-shaped eyes seem to be filled with starlight, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

But if you look more closely, you can see that the smile does not even reach his eyes. Deep in his eyes is an unquenchable sinisterness, like a poisoned blade that can be unsheathed and hurt people at any time.

Quan Jiuxi's brain was working rapidly, but his face still maintained a shy and somewhat bewildered expression, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito:

"No, you're welcome. I'm just... just telling the truth."

"Thank you?" Mo Qinghan repeated the word, with a slightly rising tone at the end, with a hint of mockery.

"Sister, you are so kind, you must be often ridden across the road by old ladies, right?"

Quan Jiuxi: "..."

Damn kid, your mouth is so sharp, why doesn’t he poison himself to death?

But he still pretended not to understand, showing a somewhat bewildered smile, with a hint of "I am very simple" innocence in his eyes:

"No, no. I'm 800 degrees myopic. I can't see the road clearly when I walk. The old lady always helps me walk."

As she spoke, she blinked deliberately, and her long eyelashes trembled again, looking particularly harmless.

Mo Qinghan looked at her like this and suddenly laughed.

When he smiles, the corners of his mouth will slightly rise, revealing a little bit of his white teeth. It should be very cute, but it is matched with his gloomy eyes.

It looks both beautiful and dangerous.

Like a poisonous flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, people want to get close but are afraid of being pricked.

"Mind your own business." He said this, turned around and continued walking forward.

The people around him seemed to have received the signal in advance and retreated to both sides, automatically making a wide path for him.

His back was still straight, the hem of his black coat swaying gently with his steps. Every step he took was calm and arrogant, as if he was born to be surrounded by people.