Be good

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said: "No, not one, I want you to teach me to do the questions in the future."

Zong Cheng looked at him, listened calmly, turned and left.

Lin Qian stepped west and blocked the way ahead: "What do you mean?"

Zongcheng stopped and said, "Don't play with me."

Lin Qianxi pointed to himself: "What the hell am I playing with you?"

"Every word."

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi realized that he didn't believe what he said at all: "It's not like you haven't seen me make up my homework, so can it still be fake?"

Zongcheng thought for a moment: "Well, really."

"then you……"

"Don't teach."

"Why?" Lin Qianxi blurted out.

"Trouble," Zong Cheng said, "I'm not that free either."

"..." Lin Qianxi scratched his hair and looked at him without any reason to refute, "Can't we discuss it?"

Zongcheng put his schoolbag on his shoulder and looked behind him: "Go and discuss with him."

When Lin Qianxi turned his head, a teacher came over from the Academic Affairs Building and said, "Students over there, what are you doing! Are you blocking people in the morning!"

"Fuck!" He turned his head again, Zongcheng had already left first, and went forward to the teaching building.

He ran after it.

Without catching up, Zongcheng went upstairs and entered class nine.

"Damn it..." Lin Qianxi was discouraged, he didn't expect to be rejected as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ji Cai is right, this person is really ruthless, he doesn't show any kindness at all.

The bell rang, and the morning reading was over, so Lin Qianxi could only go back to Class [-] first.

The students in the class left the classroom one after another with their books.

As soon as he sat down, Tao Xue turned around and reminded in a low voice: "Lin Qianxi, today's chemistry class is still in the laboratory classroom, and the chemistry teacher will concentrate on explaining the key points of the exam."

Lin Qianxi looked up: "Still with Class Nine?"

Tao Xue said "hmm".

Lin Qianxi suddenly laughed, that person wouldn't miss class, could he?

He found out the chemistry book, got up and left the classroom, and passed through the window like a gust of wind.

Ding Jie didn't want to move when he heard that he was going to be with Class Nine. He had no choice but to go today even after Zhang Xiaojiang notified him. Seeing Lin Qianxi running so fast, he couldn't understand it: "My god, what kind of chicken blood did Yingdi Lin play today. "

Zhang Ren said: "It's useless to beat him with blood. Damn it, even the Tathagata Buddha can't keep him here!"

When the experimental classroom was almost full, Zongcheng walked in.

He habitually walked towards the end, and when he got to the seat he sat in last time, he rolled his eyes and saw that someone was already there.

Sitting there, Lin Qianxi had been staring at him for a long time, and patted the empty seat beside him with one hand, meaning come and sit, the seat is reserved for you.

Jiang Hao followed Zongcheng, seeing that he was not moving, he probed: "What's wrong?"

Zong Cheng and Lin Qianxi looked at each other silently, went to sit in front of him, and put down the book in his hand.

Jiang Hao glanced at Lin Qianxi in the back row, sat with Zong Cheng, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you two?"

"It's okay." Zongcheng flipped open the chemistry book, and turned the pen in his hand expressionlessly.

Lin Qianxi stared at the back of his head from behind. From such a close distance, he could clearly see the strands of his hair, but unfortunately he had no chance to speak.

He wanted to poke his back with a pen, but before he stretched out his hand, Zongcheng sat forward a little, his shoulders straightened, and he was far away.

Damn... Lin Qianxi put down his pen, convinced.

Finally, Ding Jie took a long time to sit next to him, mainly because no one dared to sit casually here, and there were no other seats.

The chemistry teacher came, and the classroom fell silent.

"The final exam is related to your class placement. Take notes carefully. If you fail the exam, you won't have a chance to start over."

Let's start with the key points.

The people below took notes.

Zongcheng never looked back, although he was listening to something he had remembered long ago, he still maintained a posture of listening carefully.

Next to him, Jiang Hao suddenly said in a low voice, "Damn, he's actually taking notes."

Zong Cheng glanced at the direction Jiang Hao was looking at, and behind him, he was talking about Lin Qianxi.

He turned the pen in his hand again, tilted his head slightly back, and glanced at the top of Lin Qianxi's dark head, it was true.

During the whole class, Zong Cheng glanced back a few times, and Lin Qianxi was taking notes.

Until the teacher announces that the get out of class is over.

He stood up with the book and was about to leave, only to find that the road where Jiang Hao was seated was blocked.

Jiang Hao didn't realize it until he couldn't move the stool, and looked back.

It was Ding Jie, he was lying on the table to sleep, half of the table was moved to the front, and he was lying on the side of the table, with his legs stretched out, and he directly stepped on Jiang Hao's stool with one foot, as if he was fast asleep, motionless.

Jiang Hao called him: "Wake up, you're still sleeping after class, why are you blocking the way?"

Ding Jie didn't move.

"Ding Jie," Lin Qianxi said suddenly, "You fucking make way for others."

The chemistry teacher above hadn't left yet. Lin Qianxi knew that Ding Jie was relying on the teacher's intentional tricks, and he was the only one who still played tricks like this.

"Did you hear that?" He kicked Ding Jie's calf: "Put your leg back."

Ding Jie still didn't move.

Lin Qianxi couldn't move him, so he stretched out his hand and pulled his collar back hard.

Ding Jie stepped back a lot with the stool, and hurriedly grabbed the table with both hands so as not to fall. He retracted his feet and stared at Lin Qianxi with extremely sober eyes.

Lin Qianxi let go of him, and said to Zongcheng, "You go."

Zong Cheng glanced at him, took the book in one hand, walked out of his seat, and left with Jiang Hao.

Ding Jie got angry: "Fuck, Lin Qianxi, you turn your elbows outward, who are you in the same class as?"

Lin Qianxi collected the book and left: "I'm in the same class as someone who is useful to me. You've been beaten so fucking lightly, and I want him to break your leg to be comfortable."

Ding Jie may have recalled the horror of Zongcheng, he didn't say anything, just wanted to save face, and glared at him.

Lin Qianxi paid no attention to him, and hurried out of the classroom, one step too late, Zongcheng left early.

Jiang Hao walked to the door of Class Nine before asking Zongcheng: "What did Lin Qianxi do just now, help you?"

Zongcheng opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Students help each other."

"Fuck, how could this be reflected in Lin Qianxi, it's funny." Jiang Hao was really amused.

After the chemistry class, there were no big classes for two classes, and Lin Qianxi never caught Zongcheng again.

When get out of class was over, he wandered around the gate of Class Nine a few times but failed to catch him. This guy is too fucking hard, if he doesn't teach, he won't teach.

Lin Qianxi had to take exams in class, and Zongcheng after class, his head hurt from the crowd.

The bell for the last get out of class rang.

He put away his mobile phone, took his schoolbag, and left the classroom quickly.

He glanced at it when he passed Class Ninth, he was too thief, and he left again.

Zongcheng was walking on the road when his cell phone rang.

With one hand, he took out the schoolbag on his shoulder, took it out, clicked on it, and the default avatar on WeChat was named Xige.

Lin Qianxi sent a message.

--Could you give me a chance?

Zong Cheng put one hand in his trouser pocket and typed lazily with the other.

--Can you go to someone else?

Lin Qianxi replied quickly.

--cannot.

--No one else is as useful as you.

Zongcheng unconsciously lowered his brows, and pointed out three question marks.

Lin Qianxi replied again.

--This is a compliment to you.

Zongcheng thought: I thank you.

"Brother Cool!" Someone shouted.

Zongcheng turned his head.

Yang Rui stood at the door of his small shop again, wearing a vest, flip-flops, holding something in his hand, and called him: "Help me."

Zong Cheng put away his mobile phone and walked over to see that what he was carrying was a folding bed, which he got from somewhere, and it was a bit old, so he reached out to help grab a corner and sent it to the room where the pool table was placed.

With a toothpick in his mouth, Yang Rui said as he walked, "I prepared it for Lin Qianxi."

Zong Cheng took another look at the folding bed: "He wants to live here?"

Yang Rui smiled: "Isn't that what you said? He has been coming to me to do his homework recently, and I can't stand it anymore. I'm afraid that one day he will either sleep on the pool table or the mahjong table."

Zongcheng helped him put the bed against the wall, usually he wouldn't speak at all, but today he asked, "Is he like this before?"

"Before?" Yang Rui took the toothpick in his mouth: "You said before Lin Qianxi? Look for him, he must be here. I don’t know what’s going on these days, but it’s changed suddenly.”

Zongcheng remembered Lin Qianxi's first WeChat message received on his mobile phone——

I won't mess around anymore, I've learned to be good, I'm a good boy in No. [-] Middle School.

Yang Rui looked at him: "I thought you two knew each other very well, and you knew about him."

"What's the matter with him?" Zong Cheng asked smoothly, although he felt that he should leave.

Yang Rui said: "It's nothing, almost having a home means not having a home."

Zongcheng didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way," Yang Rui remembered and asked, "I still don't know what to call you."

"Zongcheng."

"Oh, remember." He went out.

Zongcheng was standing by the pool table, and the mobile phone rang the WeChat notification tone again.

He took it out and opened his fingers to look.

As expected, it was still Lin Qianxi.

--Where is it? Let's have an interview.

Lin Qianxi squatted outside those old buildings, glanced at the dark sky, wanted to scratch his hair again, touched his hair with his fingers, held back, reached into his pocket and took out his phone to look.

There was no new news, only the bright time reminding him of the passing of minutes and seconds.

He looked up at the sky, saw two stars, and wondered if this thing could make a wish?

If he could make a wish, he would make a wish so that Zongcheng would be conquered by him quickly. Damn it, he was about to vomit blood.

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Lin Qianxi's hand holding the mobile phone seemed to be electrified, so he clicked on it immediately.

It wasn't from Zongcheng, it was a friend request, with a profile picture of a cute little tabby cat, and the note read: Brother Xi, I finally added you back!

Lin Qianxi remembered who this was, and immediately clicked through.

A message pops up in the WeChat dialog box.

——Brother Xi, fortunately, I recalled your WeChat account, so I added it.

--Did you forget me, Gu Yang?

How could Lin Qianxi forget him, typing quickly with his fingers.

--Meet the younger brother, what is his name Xi Ge, just call him elder brother.

Gu Yang made a terrified expression.

--Didn't you let me call you brother? Today you let me again?

Lin Qianxi typed faster.

--Let, I will be your brother from now on.

--There is just one thing.

--Can you ask your brother to help your new brother...

Gu Yang finished chatting and helped him lobby his brother.

Lin Qianxi squatted for a long time, stood up, stretched his sore legs, glanced at the old buildings, did not see any lights, and copied his hair.

"Damn it, all my patience in my life is here..."

He didn't wait for Zongcheng, so he had no choice but to leave.

When I walked to Yang Rui's shop, there was someone standing in front of me.

Lin Qianxi raised his head and saw Zongcheng holding his schoolbag in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, and he replied briefly: "Mmm, um..."

Eyes are on him.

Lin Qianxi sighed: "I'm fucking hopeless."

Zongcheng hung up the phone: "If you have one, use Gu Yang to play the emotional card for me."

Lin Qianxi said: "Yes, I am shameless, please teach me in the future, let me be a good person."

Zongcheng stared at him.

Lin Qianxi also stared at him.

The two looked at each other one meter apart on the street, and neither of them showed any intention of backing down.

Finally, Zongcheng turned his eyes away first, turned the phone twice in his hand, put it in his pocket, and looked at him again: "Do you really want me to teach you?"

Lin Qianxi said, "Yes."

Zongcheng nodded, and the corners of his mouth pulled upwards, his face was calm: "One question, Dad."

"?" Lin Qianxi looked at him.

Zongcheng said, "Call me Dad."

Lin Qianxi's eyes fell on his face, his eyes moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Zongcheng walked past him with his schoolbag in his hand, knowing that he couldn't scream, so he finally didn't have to argue anymore.

"dad."

Zongcheng turned around: "..."

Lin Qianxi stood there with his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows at him: "Teach me what you say."