cute and cool

"Hey, Qiao Beixin." The most thorny boy in the class walked to his seat at the front table, sat back on the chair, picked up the pen and cap that Qiao Beixin had placed on the table, and tossed it up for fun.

When it was thrown up for the second time, Qiao Beixin raised his head, gave him a cold look, then reached out to stop the thing that was thrown into the air, and then held it tightly in his hand.

Seeing this, the stabbing head smiled contemptuously, and punched his elbow outward——

There is something wrong with Qiao Beixin's desk drawer. There is a big hole in the middle. The wooden boards around it are trembling, and only light objects can be placed there.Qiao Beixin didn't dare to put things with a little weight like books in the drawer, so he could only pile them neatly on the corner of the table.

As soon as the thorn head touched it, the textbooks stacked high on the corner of the table crashed, and all fell to the ground.

The stab head said with a grin, "I'm sorry!"

After that, he got up, stepped on the textbooks that fell on the ground, and left.

Qiao Beixin stood up from the chair, and pushed the man's back unceremoniously.

"Beat someone! Qiao Beixin beat someone!" Sting Tou screamed, as if he had really been severely beaten.

Qiao Beixin stared at him coldly, then bent down to pick up the textbook on the ground.

Qiao Beixin cherishes textbooks very much. The most frequently used books and notes in each course are carefully wrapped in book covers so as not to get dirty or crumpled.

The top few books were trampled dirty, with obvious half shoe prints on them.

Qiao Beixin tore off the book covers of those books and stacked them on the desk again.

This little conflict did not leave the slightest disturbance in his heart, nor did it attract the attention of any students in the class.

This is something that happens every day in this class, and everyone has long been familiar with it.

After school, Qiao Beixin packed up her things and prepared to go home.Unlike usual, he didn't need to go to Liang Yilan to help today.

Liang Yilan fell ill in the past two days, under his persuasion, he went home to rest honestly after work, and suspended the food stall business.

When he walked out of the school gate, he saw the principal leading a little boy out.

The school Qiao Beixin attended was not good, but they had a legendary headmaster.The principal also graduated from this school with excellent grades and a good resume. However, after graduation, he gave up a more promising and higher-paying job and chose to return here to be a people's teacher.

Qiao Beixin admired him very much.

Qiao Beixin had also seen the boy led by the principal.

Before Liang Yilan was bullied by classmates in their class, this boy helped a little.

It's just that he ran too fast that day, and Qiao Beixin didn't have time to catch up and say thank you to him.

But now that he appeared here, Qiao Beixin was a little surprised.

Is he a student here too?She is small, is she a lower grade student?

Once thinking that boys might also be enrolled in this school, Qiao Beixin felt a little happy at first.

Maybe, you can make friends with him.

But thinking of the atmosphere of their school, Qiao Beixin quickly became depressed again.

...People who become friends with him will also be excluded.

Forget it, just find a chance to say thank you to him in private.Thinking to himself, Qiao Bei lifted his schoolbag and followed the principal and the boy slowly.

He was about half a street behind them, and could only vaguely see their backs.From time to time he saw the boy raise his head and talk to the principal.

I couldn't see the expression clearly, but somehow I felt that the boy was very happy.

After walking for too long, the principal sent him to a private car.

A tall man stepped down from the co-pilot of the car and said a few words to the principal politely.

After seeing the principal off, the boy took off his schoolbag and opened the rear door to get in the car, but the tall man beside him pushed his forehead mischievously.

It was a very funny scene. The boy was weak and couldn't dodge or resist. He wanted to get into the car, but he was pushed against his forehead and couldn't move.

It took a few seconds for the man to let go of him, leaning against the car and laughing.

After the two got into the car, the private car drove away quickly.

Qiao Beixin was standing there looking at them, but he couldn't help following them when he saw this.

Although there are many vehicles near the school and the private car does not drive fast, it is absolutely impossible for Qiao Beixin to catch up.He trotted for two steps, but the distance between him and the car was still getting farther and farther.

He was a little frustrated.

Patronizing on the boy, Qiao Beixin went the wrong way.After thinking about it, he simply walked a little further and went to the bus stop in front of him to take a car home.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the platform, he saw that private car again.

The car was parked on the side of the road. The man in the co-driver got out of the car, went to a nearby convenience store to buy a popsicle, and handed it to the boy in the back seat. He pinched his face before leaving.

Next to that is a securities company.

At that time, there were no smartphones, and stock trading software could only be used on computers. Men were probably anxious to watch the market or make transactions, and they had to spare time to take a look at the stock exchange on the way home.

As for the boy who was left in the car, he was lying on the window, biting a popsicle while looking at the scenery outside the window bored.

In March and April in the north, the catkins are at their worst. The boy put his face out of the car window and reached out to hold the catkins.

He may just think it is fun, but such an action is very dangerous. There is a blind spot behind the car, and the person driving in the driver's seat may not be able to see it and remind him in time.If a bicycle or battery car rushes out from behind at this time, it is easy to scratch the boy's hand.

Qiao Beixin clutched her schoolbag and ran over.

"It's dangerous for you to do this." Qiao Beixin ran to the side of the car, bent slightly, and said to the person sitting in the back seat.

The boy was biting into a popsicle and still had a mouthful of chocolate cream in his mouth.He swallowed a big mouthful with great effort, and coughed again and again from the ice.

"Hey——" Qiao Beixin stood there helplessly, seeing him flushed from coughing, and even the driver sitting in the driver's seat turned to look at them.

The driver's eyes were alert, and his words were not too polite: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

The boy finally finished eating the popsicle. He leaned on the back of the seat in front of him and said quickly, "It's okay, Uncle Wang, it's okay, don't be nervous."

Then, he turned around again, with his big eyes wide open, and asked Qiao Beixin, "What's the matter with you?"

Qiao Beixin repeated what he said just now: "Don't stick your hands and head out of the window, it's dangerous."

He pulled the boy's slender wrist out of the car window - he was so thin and his frame was so small that Qiao Beixin didn't even dare to use force, for fear that it would break if he exerted a little force.

"This is very dangerous. If a car, even a bicycle, comes from behind, it will be easily injured."

The boy looked down at his hands, and replied repeatedly: "Oh, oh."

I don't know how old he is, he probably hasn't reached the stage of changing his voice, and his voice is crisp.

"Who are you?"

A male voice came from behind Qiao Beixin. He turned his head to look over and found that it was the man who was sitting in the co-pilot.

The man walked quickly with his eyebrows twisted, and asked again: "Who are you looking for? What are you doing?"

Qiao Beixin: "It's nothing, I'm not looking for anyone."

The boy also followed suit: "He is a kind man, brother."

It turned out to be two brothers...

Qiao Beixin let go of the boy, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a very light red mark on the wrist.

The man glanced at Qiao Beixin suspiciously, then lowered himself into the car, turned his head and asked repeatedly what they had just said.

When the car drove away, the man was still a little skeptical, but he still thanked Qiao Beixin.

The private car just drove away, faster and faster, and finally disappeared from Qiao Beixin's sight.

He looked down at his palm, the tiger's mouth seemed to still retain the touch of the thin wrist.

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sudden appearance!