After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

Li Qing arrived there by chance that day.In the morning, my mother suddenly fell ill and rushed her to the hospital. It was too late to prepare lunch.

At noon, he could only go to the cafeteria to make do with a meal.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, the bustle and noise came over his face, and he saw at a glance the three layers of walls that were tightly surrounded by people, and screams of "stop hitting, stop hitting" and "slap him on the nose" Can't beat him to death' cheers, the air is warm and dirty.

Someone got into a fight?

He glanced distantly, then retracted his eyes indifferently, and walked straight towards the vegetarian window which was mostly empty.

Several people at the vegetable window caught a glimpse of him, their faces changed, and they hurriedly stepped back: "Brother Qing."

Li Qing went straight forward to swipe the card, turned around and left.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes full of fear and unconscious disdain.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from the crowd.

"I am your father!"

The next moment, he had rushed up.

In the crowd, Shang Yang was fighting with three people.

In Provincial No. [-] High School, he often fought with others. His fighting power was very fierce, and he defeated all three of them.But after all, two fists are no match for four hands.When he hit an idiot on the nose with a punch, he got a sneak attack from behind.

His eyes narrowed in pain, and he fell on the ground on his back.

Seeing the momentum, the other two boys rushed up and pinned his legs.

Before he had time to break free, he caught a glimpse of the idiot who sneezed at the beginning and touched a mop handle from nowhere, as if he was about to use a weapon.

Shang Yang secretly cursed 'fuck', gritted his teeth and raised his arms, preparing to carry this sap forcefully...

As if seeing the sun behind the clouds, his eyes suddenly brightened.

The handle of the mop in the boy's hand was grasped abruptly.Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed the mop handle with his backhand, and the boy lost his strength and was thrown to the ground.

The onlookers in the cafeteria let out short exclamations.

Facing the light, and squinting his eyes, Shang Yang finally saw who the person who rescued him was.

Simple white T-shirt and jeans, overly sharp eyebrows and eyes, stubborn chin curves, lips tightly pressed together because of anger, and a beauty that is so tough that it can grab everyone's attention, all of which are tyrannical in such lively occasions as cafeteria fights detached and indifferent temperament.

Li Qing.

"Get lost." Li Qing said succinctly, one kick at a time, kicking over the two boys who were pressing on Shang Yang.Then he bent sideways, lifted Shang Yang up from the ground, and protected him behind him.

The boy who was kicked away wanted to pounce on him, but when he saw Li Qing, his complexion changed, he stopped his movements, and yelled unwillingly.

"Brother Qing."

After the other boy got up, he wanted to pounce on him again, but when he saw Li Qing, fear flashed across his expression, and he wiped his nosebleed: "Brother Qing."

Only the boy who got the mop at the beginning was a little unconvinced. Seeing that Shang Yang had just stood up, he was still a little bit weak and could not stand still. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he made a dirty trick and kicked Shang Yang on the head.

Shang Yang had a premonition that there was a danger, so he was barely an inch away, but was still swept a little.

"My lord!"

Li Qing turned his head when he heard the voice, and happened to see this scene.At that moment, Shang Yang clearly saw that Li Qing's eyes were red.

Then he saw a gust of wind blowing out.

Li Qing acted forcefully and domineeringly, grabbed the boy by his collar, strangled his neck, and slammed his head onto the floor.

"Who told you to move his head?"

The voice was cold and crazy, like ice shards.

The boy wants to call for help.

But Li Qing stared at him, grabbed his throat, and wanted to kill the person opposite him with that posture: "Who told you to kick the head?"

The boy desperately shook Li Qing's arm, and spoke with difficulty: "...save...life..."

In the cafeteria, all the spectators' voices disappeared.Many students turned pale, and some girls even screamed: 'He is going to die! 'There were also a few who moved quickly to find the teacher.Several cafeteria aunts also rushed out when they saw the situation.

His madness caused all panic.

In the center of the vortex, Li Qing seemed to be isolated, his strength was not loose, but increased a little.

"Who told you to move his head?"

The madness radiating from his bones, and the reckless ruthlessness made everyone present couldn't bear to take a step back.

Crazy, unruly, and ruthless, this is Li Qing at this time.

The boy's face turned blue and purple, and he was out of breath when he saw it.

The two boy companions hurried up to pull Li Qing, and said in horror: "Brother Qing, Brother Qing, Brother Qing, he knows he was wrong, please let him go..."

Shang Yang finally came to his senses, hugged Li Qing's waist from behind, and pulled him back: "Li Qing, I'm fine, I'm fine, let go..."

Only after he started using his hands did he realize how powerful Li Qing is.

Seeing that Li Qing was not moving at all, Shang Yang made a decisive decision, half-kneeled in front of Li Qing, turned his face, and stared into his eyes: "Li Qing, I'm fine, did you see? Let go quickly."

"...Shang Yang?" Li Qing's iron pincers loosened a little, and there was a gleam in his eyes, "Are you... all right? .

The idiot coughed violently as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

I don't know who shouted from the periphery: "The teacher is here."

"I'm fine, the grandson didn't mention the right place." Shang Yang saw a teacher walking quickly outside, and the whole cafeteria stared at Li Qing like a monster, his heart sank, and he dragged Li Qing. Green arms and ran.

"I'll talk about it later, hurry up, the teacher is coming."

Five minutes later, Shang Yang and Li Qing sat side by side on the deserted flower bed beside the cafeteria.

Shang Yang took mineral water and iodine gauze to treat his wound, and spat out blood: "Fuck, why didn't I beat that grandson to death today!"

Immediately thinking that Li Qing really almost killed that idiot, he shut his mouth embarrassingly.

Glancing at Li Qing who silently scratched his arm with iodine, Shang Yang asked hesitantly, "Hey, do you always do this when you fight?"

Li Qing paused.

Shang Yang thought of Li Qing's crazy and desperate red eyes at that time: "So crazy?"

Li Qing put away the iodine and cotton swabs: "I can't lose."

Shang Yang looked at him in surprise.

To be honest, Shengyi High School is not without ignorant and incompetent fights.But it's all for trivial matters of jealousy.Today you hit me, tomorrow I hit you, get angry and get scolded by the head teacher.He didn't get involved much.

Can't lose?

What kind of fight can make people 'can't lose'?

Seeing that Li Qing sat quietly after finishing speaking, Shang Yang handed over a bottle of water: "Hey, wash your mouth too, I think you were wiped by that idiot just now."

Li Qing took the water bottle without saying a word, and filled most of the bottle with his head raised.

Shang Yang realized that Li Qing was probably really thirsty.He drank too fast, a drop of water flowed down his reddish lips, passed through the thin and white collarbone, until it sank into the white T-shirt with a large neckline, inside the T-shirt...

Shang Yang's Adam's apple rolled, and he hurriedly moved his eyes away.

For some reason, the silent air felt unfamiliar and awkward.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Shang Yang was a little afraid of this embarrassment, and wanted to cover it up without words.

Li Qing shook his head.

Shang Yang found that this person was a typical example of a man who couldn't make a boring fart. He really didn't know why he had such a good-looking mouth.

In any case, this man saved him once.

Shang Yang was going to pat Li Qing on the shoulder, but thinking of the dripping water just now, his hand could not be stretched out for some reason, and finally he raised his chin unnaturally: "Thank you for today's matter. From today on, you are my I am a brother of the opposite sex. From now on, I will cover you and take you to eat and drink spicy food."

Feeling that his words were quite like Chen Haonan's, Shang Yang, who was so handsome, heard Li Qing's voice right after.

"Need not."

"This guy..." Shang Yang hissed, his tooth ached, and he thought to himself: He who thinks that Li Qing can speak well is really crazy.

He sighed: "Okay, I'm short and small, and I can't climb up to this big Bodhisattva like you, so why don't you have a meal and thank you for saving your life today?" Thinking of something, he said again: " You are not allowed to pay back."

Li Qing lowered his eyes again and said, "No need."

Being rejected one after another, Shang Yang felt that his anger for the past six months had been pissed off by this guy.

"This man surnamed Li must have belonged to a bastard in his previous life!"

Shang Yang cursed, threw the gauze and iodine to Li Qing's side: "You can do what you like."

Grandpa is not waiting.

The afternoon classes were still uneventful.Except that the injury on Shang Yang's face attracted curious eyes from the class, there was no other news.

The little Cheng Chengcheng was timid, afraid of getting into trouble, afraid of learning, and afraid of the teacher. Whenever he saw Shang Yang's injury, he would yell and jump all over the classroom.

"You, you, you actually fight too! Fighting is terrible! Didn't you come from Provincial High School? How can you fight like those students?"

"Little Orange?"

"Ok?"

"Shut up now, I'll spare you." As a last resort, Shang Yang could only plug his mouth with a row of AD calcium milk, "Go eat milk obediently, be obedient."

At the front desk of Shangyang is a girl named Zhang Yufei, who is the representative of the Chinese class in the class. There are a series of literary classics such as "Selected Misty Poems" and "Haizi Poems" on the table all the year round.

As the name suggests, she looks like a literary cell soaked in drizzle, with transparent white skin, long straight black hair, and a plain white cotton dress. She has a slender figure and looks like a yellow flower.In the wet and rainy morning of September, it looks like a heroine waiting for love from a literary novel.

Seeing that Shang Yang was injured, the shy girl immediately turned her head and stared at him nervously: "Yufei and the others went to fight again? Why did you follow them after you came?"

"No fight." Shang Yang shrugged: "I didn't step on the stairs and fell."

Zhang Yufei was at a loss: "Fall down from the stairs and fell on your face?"

Shang Yang looked upright: "Well, I fell on my face."

Zhang Yufei always felt that something was wrong, but she also felt that Shang Yang's words made some sense, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "It's good that there is no more fighting."

Seeing this girl being so sincere and caring about him, Shang Yang felt a little bit guilty of bullying an honest person at first.

But later, after he smashed out the key points of Zhang Yufei's words, this bit of guilt was shattered in the wind.

After another afternoon of cold war with Li Qing, Shang Yang returned home after evening self-study, opened the door and saw Shang Houde in the living room.

The headlights were not turned on, only a small desk lamp was half-bright and half-dark, the old houses were exposed to the twilight of the western mountains, and even the sound of the battery car patrolling outside the window reminding to close the doors and windows was closed.

Shang Houde seemed to be extremely tired, with lesson plans on his knees, sitting on the sofa, tilting his head, dozing off bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Under the desk lamp, the white hairs on the top of his head were particularly glaring.

There was a small table of half-cold meals on the kitchen table.

Shang Yang pursed his lips when he saw it.

Probably because he heard the door lock ringing, Shang Houde woke up suddenly and stood up: "Yangyang, are you back?"

The lesson plans and a large stack of test papers were overturned on the ground by his movement.Shang Houde didn't care to pick up the lesson plan: "Yangyang, have you eaten? I made you dinner."

Shang Yang pursed his lips and walked straight into the room: "I've already eaten."

Shang Houde paused, and said in a timid voice: "Yangyang, the injury on your face...do you want Dad to take you to the hospital..."

There was a sound of 'Weng' in Shang Yang's head, and the flames burst into flames almost instantly: "It's none of your business!"

Li Qing and Yu Fei could bring up the wound he got from the out-of-control fight, including the little guy Cheng Chengcheng he just met, anyone could.

Except Shang Houde.

Except for Shang Houde who fought for him!

Shang Houde was taken aback by his anger, and said timidly, "Yangyang?"

Shang Yang held the doorknob with one hand, suppressed his temper forcibly, tried his best to restrain himself and calmly said: "Mr. Shang, I have to get up early tomorrow, I have to rest."

Shang Houde hurriedly took out a box of milk: "Yangyang, you like to drink milk, I warmed the milk for you, drink a cup before going to bed."

Shang Yang coldly refused: "I have never touched any fresh dairy products since I drank fresh milk and had diarrhea at the age of 15."

Shang Houde's hand holding the milk froze in place.

A quiet room.

Shang Houde slept very late that night.Shang Yang tossed and turned several times, unable to fall asleep, and saw that the light in the next room was still on.

After not sleeping well all night, Shang Yang simply woke up early.There were still porridge, side dishes, steamed stuffed buns and fried dough sticks, and two boiled eggs on the table.

Shang Yang took a few glances, but still didn't take anything.