The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Eight years ago, spring came late in Yancheng, and only a little bit of warm sun sprouted in the first two days, and it was disrupted by the mighty cold spring.

Qi Jiu has been observing the transfer students at the back table for two weeks.

The transfer school is good-looking, the whole person is tall and thin, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, but he doesn't like to talk to people very much.

He was arranged in the last row by the teacher, sitting alone by the window, as if separating himself from the surroundings in a small world.

The test paper was sent before the self-study class, Qi Jiu deliberately turned most of his body when passing it back, and then glanced at the other party's name.

Yan Shiqing.

Qi Jiu felt that the name was born well, and when the tip of his tongue rolled up and then flattened, it sounded like singing a song.

"Your name sounds nice." Qi Jiu tried to start a conversation with the other party, "Has anyone told you?"

Yan Shiqing was the same as usual countless times, his eyes only stayed on the table, no matter what Qi Jiu said, he didn't respond.

Qi Jiu waited for a while before turning his head, and elbowed his deskmate Zhou Qingxian: "I think Yan Shiqing is very difficult to communicate with."

"Who?" Zhou Qing lowered his head to play with his mobile phone first, then raised his eyes in confusion, "The one who dragged the queen's table?"

He had a coquettish wolf tail, and looked back casually around the ends of his hair: "You still want to have a good relationship with him?"

"That's right." Qi Jiu nodded as he should, "Teacher Chen told me specifically that he wants me to get along well with him and bring him into the class."

"Farewell, little squad leader." Zhou Qing spoke slowly, "Don't listen to what you say in your heart."

Qi Jiu was noncommittal, drawing a reference line with his mouth pursed.

dong dong.

A yellow eraser jumped out of the field of vision, which fell from the back table.

Qi Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and he would not let go of any chance to make contact with the other party, so he immediately bent down.

Yan Shiqing was one step ahead of him, reaching out his hand to the eraser ahead of time.

His school uniform was washed white, with a very faint scent of soap locust, and his thin wrists were exposed from the cuffs, revealing a large swath of purple and blue marks.

Qi Jiu seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, his hands hung in the air for a long time without moving.

It wasn't until he heard the rustling of pencils on the back table that he realized something was wrong and turned his head hastily.

He was anxious and didn't dare to speak loudly, so he turned his wrist and signaled to Yan Shiqing: "You, this...your hand—"

Yan Shiqing didn't say a word, just glanced at Qi Jiu, then quickly lowered his head.

Those eyes were flat, like a quiet lake.

Qi Jiu turned back to his seat abruptly, and whispered to Zhou Qingxian, "I think there's something wrong with the transfer student."

"He has a lot of injuries." He swallowed his saliva, "Could it be domestic violence?"

"Then what do you do? Report to the Minor Protection Association?" Zhou Qing didn't want to go into the muddy water, so he found something to deal with, "I remember he hasn't differentiated yet, he seems a little young."

"I don't know." Qi Jiu was in a dilemma, "I'll give it a try if I don't contact him anymore. If I misunderstand and cause trouble to others, it's not good."

But Yan Shiqing didn't give him a chance to contact him, and left the classroom immediately after the bell rang.

Qi Jiu quickly stuffed the test paper into his schoolbag, and hurriedly followed him.

Yan Shiqing walked very fast, only looking at the ground, walking close to the side of the building, always feeling like he was about to disappear into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Qi Jiu struggled to follow, and at a certain intersection, he found that Yan Shiqing had disappeared.

Two young men dressed in flashy clothes held Yan Shiqing back, laughing and walking towards the depths of the alley.

He didn't dare to act rashly, so he quickly called Zhou Qing first and then sent the location, and followed him stealthily.

Yan Shiqing was dragged staggeringly, his nails dug hard into the young man's shoulder, and he made little resistance.

The young man was in pain from being caught, and he was simply thrown against the wall.

The place where Yan Shiqing was beaten yesterday was traumatized a second time, which made his internal organs ache.

"Damn, this girl really doesn't have a long memory." The red-haired young man rubbed his shoulders, "It's been a week since I cleaned up and you're still so dishonest."

"Let me teach you a lesson. Brother Sun arranged this task for us." Cockscomb said bluntly, and raised his legs to push Yan Shiqing against the wall, "Do you want to talk today? Where is your uncle?"

Yan Shiqing moved quickly, bent his knees and slammed into the opponent's crotch hard.

"Ah!!" Cockscomb ran around in pain, shrank to the side and scolded its father and mother.

Hong Mao's face darkened, not seeing that his brother was at a disadvantage, and angrily moved towards Yan Shiqing.

His fist comes from the front left, and usually he will make up an extra kick to attack the opponent's bottom after he misses.

——This is the conclusion that Yan Shiqing came to after fighting with the two for a week.

He counted the timing, dodged Hongmao's fist, then lifted his leg to sweep across the opponent's knee, knocked him over, and stepped on Hongmao's back forcefully.

This series of movements was done extremely quickly by him, even a little more neat and elegant, and for a while, only Hongmao's screams could be heard in the alley.

As soon as he stood still, he felt a sharp wind coming from his side, and before he could react, he was already spinning——

Whoa!

Yan Shiqing was directly kicked to the ground by Ji Guan who turned into anger from embarrassment.

The glass bottle in the corner was overturned, setting off a big wave of dust, crackling and reverberating.

Yan Shiqing was already malnourished, and his brain was knocked into dizziness for a while.

He put his palm against his forehead, and when he put it down again, he noticed that his hand was covered with blood.

But he didn't react too much, he picked up the broken glass on the ground and looked at the cockscomb, his eyes were cold and indifferent, so ruthless that he didn't look like he was looking at a living thing.

"This little brat." Ji Guan's eyes were bloodshot, "I really need to deal with it!"

As he spoke, he took out a dagger from his pocket and rushed towards Yan Shiqing.

When the blade was about to touch Yan Shiqing, a scream came from the alley: "Mr. Chen! It's here!!"

Cockscomb was in a daze, and turned his head reflexively, but felt that the dagger had been snatched away by Yan Shiqing when his hand loosened.

The blade turned into a flower in the air, Yan Shiqing didn't hesitate after grabbing the blade, and swung his hand fiercely towards the chest of the cockscomb.

He used strength skillfully, and the wound was stuck within ten centimeters wide and three centimeters deep, so as to ensure that he would not be classified as intentional wounding.

It wasn't until the blood flowed out that Yan Shiqing raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

At the same time, he quickly turned over the cockscomb and tightened his wrist, aiming at the carotid artery of the cockscomb.

"Damn it!!" Ji Guan's face was red, his veins were bulging, and his other hand wanted to pinch Yan Shiqing to resist.

Yan Shiqing pushed the dagger forward threateningly, leaving a bloodstain on the side of his neck.

Hongmao looked left and right, stood there for half a minute and didn't see anyone coming, so he rushed towards Qi Jiu cursing, "You fucking!"

He kicked the waste cardboard box in front of Qi Jiu with a clang: "Let's just put on the show, right?!"

Qi Jiu's whole body was trembling, he was holding his phone tightly, biting his lip tightly, not daring to say a word.

Hongmao grabbed Qi Jiu by the collar and lifted him up, before he heard the sound of messy footsteps coming from afar.

"Teacher Chen, it's here." Zhou Qing ran into the alley with a hunk, "Someone bullied our students."

"Who don't have eyes!" the hunk roared, "I've already called the school security!"

Several people looked at each other in the alley, but it was the villain Cockscomb who filed the complaint first.

"How did you see us bullying?" He grinned grinningly, "Didn't he hold me with a knife?"

Qi Jiu's eyes were puffed up, and he raised his phone tremblingly: "I... I recorded a video, and you guys did it first."

The hunk put his hands on his hips filled with righteous indignation: "It's not been a day or two since you guys have done this kind of thing. I have encountered situations like this ten times. I warn you, don't do anything to my students!"

"I even called the police." Zhou Qing put his hands in his pockets and added with his chin raised.

These remarks were made up by Mr. Zhou Qing temporarily, but seeing the expressions of everyone present, they should be quite convincing.

The hunk is twice the size of the two bastards, and looks very bluffing.

As more and more people gathered at the door, Jiguan and Hongmao looked at each other and decided to let things go.

Ji Guan felt that Yan Shiqing's hand was loose, so he struggled to free himself, cursed and walked away clutching his wound.

Before leaving, he stared back at Yan Shiqing and threatened viciously: "Don't let me catch you alone."

Yan Shiqing didn't react at all, he threw the dagger on the ground, and slowly shook off the dust on his clothes.

Waiting for the two to walk away, the hunk suddenly stepped down on his shoulders and rubbed his head honestly: "Is my acting not bad?"

"It's a bit pretentious." Zhou Qing commented first, stepped forward to hold him, then tilted his head to look at Qi Jiu, "I'm going on a date, you..."

He glanced at Yan Shiqing, who was indifferent, and said word by word: "You don't meddle in other people's business."

Qi Jiu's expression was dull, and he didn't know if he listened or not.

Zhou Qing first evacuated the onlookers and left, leaving all the space for Qi Jiu and Yan Shiqing.

Qi Jiu's legs lost strength, and he didn't even know when he fell to the ground.

He could only see Yan Shiqing's ankle in his field of vision, and felt that everything happened inconceivably.

The other party approached him steadily, Qi Jiu held his breath, hoping to get an explanation.

But Yan Shiqing just walked around him, and his pace was not disturbed in the slightest.

It seems that Qi Jiu, in his opinion, is as useless and cumbersome as a glass bottle in the corner.

Qi Jiu opened his mouth slightly, and looked back at Yan Shiqing's back in disbelief, feeling that he had never met such a strange person.

Qi Jiu loves to treat people kindly, and can get along well with almost everyone in the school, thinking that as long as he is serious about doing good deeds, others will smile back.

This rule was broken by Yan Shiqing, and Qi Jiu, who had never seen a sinister society, was dumbfounded, angry and sad.

He felt that Yan Shiqing was so disgusting, why he didn't even get a thank you for helping him, and was completely ignored by others.

Seeing that Yan Shiqing was about to disappear into the alley, Qi Jiu immediately got up and chased after him, but the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, tears filled his eyes unconsciously.

He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and stumbled behind Yan Shiqing, while trying to communicate with him:

"You, what are you—uh, what's the matter with you?"

"You, oh...why are you ignoring me?"

Qi Jiu has a round face, with two bulging lumps of baby fat, making him very pleasing.

At this moment, his cheeks were full of tears, he couldn't help choking, and he slurred his words, looking pitiful.

But the hard-hearted Yan Shiqing just felt annoyed, so he simply walked faster and faster, heading straight for the direction where he lived.

He didn't expect that the slug, like a dog skin plaster, could not be shaken off, and followed him all the way to his door.

When Qi Jiu wiped away tears and looked up again, he found that he was no longer in the place he knew.

This area is close to the gray area of ​​the city, with a few illegally built factory buildings hastily built, the surroundings are dirty and messy, the air is mixed with the smell of garbage disposal plants, and the neighbors are screaming one after another.

Yan Shiqing was climbing towards the second floor, stepped on the rusted iron ladder, and looked down at Qi Jiu from a height.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, accompanied by the draught of spring wind, it made Qi Jiu's bones tremble.

I don't know if it's because of embarrassment or other reasons, Qi Jiu looks away first.

Then came the sound of footsteps sounding at a constant speed, layer by layer going away, and finally there was a bang.

Yan Shiqing shut himself in the door.

On the 13th day when the two met, Qi Jiu was still the same as before, not saying anything to Yan Shiqing.