He's killing me again

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in the alley.

Lu Rang stepped on the side of the yellow-haired boy who was begging for mercy, and held his collar to force him to look up, "What's the use of begging for mercy, we didn't hit you, you fell yourself."

The yellow hair was dirty all over, and he was obviously tall, but he was so pressed that he didn't dare to move. Being carried like this, his knees fell in front of a pair of sneakers with skulls painted on them, and the water rubbed against the uppers.

The yellow hair was forced to raise his head to meet the eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he trembled: "Pei, Pei Jin, I, I was wrong, I really, really wasn't with him."

It was true that he fell by himself. When he was brought to the alley, he fell into the puddle by himself.

Before others did anything, they were so cowardly that they began to beg for mercy.

Pei Jin leaned against the wall, bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the wall twice. There was no sound, but it was like hitting someone.

The yellow hair backed away in fright, and was caught by Lu Rang again.

Pei Jin looked down at him from above, with no displeasure on his face, and even laughed, asking him in a low and slow voice, "Do you want to leave?"

The yellow hair nodded desperately.

Pei Jin hooked his lips lightly, and asked like a devil, "Aren't you going to take him with you?"

This he refers to the boy who squatted there crying after being brought here with the yellow hair.

It's also Pei Jin's previous partner—ah, no, to Pei Jin, it can't be called a partner, at most, it's a toy he keeps by his side.

But this toy is disobedient.

What can be done then can only be punished.

The boy tried to grab the yellow-haired arm, but was slapped away.

Pei Jin smiled casually, as if he had discovered something funny.

"Don't take it! Don't take it!" The yellow hair yelled desperately as if he was afraid of offending some plague god. The moment Lu Rang let go of him, he suddenly woke up, pushed him into the stagnant water, and got up by himself, rolling and crawling left this dreadful place.

Lujang whistled.

The boy who was left behind was pushed into the stagnant water, cried and got up and wanted to grab Pei Jin's clothes, Pei Jin gave him a sideways glance.

The boy stopped abruptly, and sobbed: "Brother Pei Jin, I'm not, I didn't mean to, I wasn't with him, really not."

Pei Jin didn't speak.

Lu Rang laughed instead: "No, just hug and hug, I understand socialist brotherhood."

The sarcasm is extremely obvious.

The boy looks plain, his face is flushed from crying, and he looks pitiful, but it's a pity that Pei Jin is heartless, not to mention breaking Pei Jin's taboo.

Lu Rang continued: "It's not like you don't know that the person you hate most, Brother Pei Jin, has been touched by someone."

He spoke nicely, making Pei Jin look like some kind of affectionate seed.

Pei Jin answered shamelessly: "Well, yes."

Lu Rang: "..."

The boy cried and shook his head, his voice choked up, "I didn't, I didn't do it on purpose. Brother Pei Jin hasn't looked for me for a long time, and he chased me again, and I didn't agree to him..."

Pushing the blame on the other party, even ignited new hope, and began to accuse Pei Jin of his indifference.

If Lu Rang had nothing to do to run to the school next door, and happened to meet these two people hugging each other, it would really be Pei Jin's fault.

Although Pei Jin's novelty wears off, he has this attitude towards everyone.

Pei Jin was not annoyed, but instead comforted him: "Don't cry."

When Pei Jin spoke well, his voice was sweet, as if he really cared about you, but unfortunately his expression was not gentle, and he stared straight at the person, giving rise to a sense of coldness for no reason.

The boy flinched and adjusted his expression. He still remembered that Pei Jin said that he liked the cute appearance of people. He really stopped crying, but the tears were still falling, and he felt goosebumps all over his body. He still couldn't understand Pei Jin. Jhin's strange preference.

Pei Jin praised him: "This is how it looks."

Pei Jin didn't know how many people he praised for being good-looking. It was the same when he said he liked his face, but in fact, everyone knew that Pei Jin was terrifying.

It's a pity that everyone wants to be that exception, but in the end, I don't know how many fall into it.

Pei Jin's eyes flicked across the boy's crying face inch by inch, as if he was admiring some artwork. After a long while, he murmured softly, "Dirty."

The boy was stunned.

Pei Jin half-bent down, his beautiful hand gradually approached the boy's face, as if to wipe his tears, but he barely stopped when it was about to touch, and regretfully said: "Such a clean face can also be dirty. "

"If it's dirty, it can't be cleaned."

Pei Jin smiled lightly, the smile disappeared in the next second, his eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at a stranger, the moment he straightened up and turned his head, his eyes collided with the frail young man standing at the entrance of the alley.

His complexion was thin and red, his eyes were moist and bright, and he was panic-stricken.

Pei Jin was stunned for two seconds, and the corners of his bent lips slowly curved.

"Clap" sound.

Ning Ci's heart was beating violently, the medicine bag in his hand fell to the ground, he didn't bother to pick it up, as if he saw some dismemberment/corpse scene, he lifted his limp legs and ran away.

His back was covered with sweat.

The figure disappeared into the distance.

"Who is it?" Lu Rang didn't see the person's face, and he was used to this kind of thing of pedestrians passing by and scared away. Seeing Pei Jin staring at the running back, he accidentally said something.

"Frightened little deer." Pei Jin raised eyebrows and eyes, completely ignoring the hostility just now, and even smiled, his eyes fell on the plastic bag on the ground.

He hooked the corners of his lips.

"This is the paper for the physical education class in the afternoon." The math class representative stood by Ning Ci's desk holding the paper and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ning Ci's face was pale, holding a pen in his right hand, nothing was written on the paper, and his distraction was too obvious.

After being asked a question, Ning Ci came back to his senses and quickly took the paper, "I'm fine, thank you."

It's just that when I came back, I ran too fast, my legs were weak and my back hurt, the medicine was still there, and I didn't remember until I returned to the classroom.

I am so annoyed.

Several generations are a girl with a round face. Seeing him like this, she didn't ask any more questions, but just repeated what she said just now.

"Math paper for PE class?" Ning Ci opened his eyes wide and flipped through the paper in his hand.

It's still a complete exam paper, the time of one class.

Seeing that he was so shocked and looked cute, several generations explained to him: "We haven't had physical education classes since the second year of high school. Usually, the three main subjects of Chinese, mathematics and English take turns to grab classes."

Ning Ci: "..."

Ning Ci had never seen this scene before. In the attached middle school, no matter it was windy or rainy, the physical education teacher would arrive late, and even if he did indoor exercises, he would not rob other teachers of the opportunity.

Probably this is the gap between No. [-] Middle School and the Attached Middle School that the head teacher said.

"By the way, your name is Ning Ci, isn't it?" There were not many people in the classroom, and there were many generations talking. The paper was sent here and it happened to be the last one, so I just sat down in front of Ning Ci and made a fuss for him. Freshman science popularization, "The last person who sat in your position was sent to the next class."

Ning Ci is not good at communicating with people, and he seldom talks. When she said this, he couldn't help being nervous: "Is it because of poor grades?"

"Why do you think so?" The generation was silent for a few seconds, "Don't you know that our class is the first in grade?"

Ning Ci: "..."

The head teacher's attitude is really completely invisible.

Several generations were not interrupted at all: "The main reason is that he offended people."

"Our class is the most famous in the whole school. The class with poor students is not mainly because there are too many poor students, but because there is a man of the school in our class." Several generations of gods raised their chins mysteriously.

Ning Ci looked around the classroom.

The students who arrived in the classroom early are all studying hard.

And what several generations are looking at is the position that has been vacant since morning.

"Did you see it?" Several generations were mysterious: "The one in that position doesn't come to class a few times a year. Anyway, if he offends anyone, he can't offend him, otherwise his methods are extremely cruel..."

Ning Ci choked in fright, inexplicably remembered the pair of skull shoes, and whispered, "I won't."

He didn't intend to have too much interaction with anyone.

Go through a year, graduate from high school, and know no one.

He is still alone.

Not a single friend.

Several generations patted the table: "Then don't you want to know what he did?"

The atmosphere is rendered in place.

Ning Ci stared at the paper that had been dusted up by several generations, trying to plug his ears.

Several generations couldn't hide their mouths, but they wanted to say: "It turned out that the one sitting here was always at the bottom of the grade. He stuffed people into the experimental class next door. He took the exam every day and it was dark. He was skinny."

"Missing exams is not allowed and blank papers are not allowed."

"It is not allowed to transfer classes and transfer schools, otherwise the school will be ruined."

"Parents should also send him a pennant to thank him for reforming bad boys."

Ning Ci: "..."

It does sound ruthless.

It's frightening.

"You are from Huaili, so you must have heard about his family's property. His surname is Pei, and his name is Pei Jin. Even the Pei family with one hand covering the sky, the school leaders can't do anything about it."

It's as mysterious as a Mary Sue novel.

"By the way, he's special..." Slag.

Several generations just wanted to remind Ning Ci of this.

It is well known that Pei Jin likes boys who are pretty and clean.

Ning Ci looks like this.

It's a pity that the word scum was swallowed and the door of the classroom was opened.

Several generations caught a glimpse of a tall figure, wearing a loose school uniform jacket, the left ear reflected the light of the earrings, and a pair of long legs stepped into the classroom.

It almost became the scene of being caught saying bad things about people behind their backs, and several generations rushed back to their seats with lightning speed, and took out a book to cover their faces.

Ning Ci was left with a dazed face, looked up and saw a strange yet familiar face.

And those skull shoes on his feet.

Cardiac arrest.

In just a few seconds, countless fragments flashed through Ning Ci's mind, learning how to take out a book to block himself, pretending to write quickly, and praying that the other party could not see him.

He didn't see anything either.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

Ning Ci felt someone standing still in front of his desk, and the rustling sound of plastic bags falling on the desk was particularly obvious.

Seep into the neat roll surface with water droplets.

The surrounding voices suddenly disappeared.

Ning Ci clenched the pen in his hand, his eyelashes trembling.

"Your stuff?" Pei Jin's voice was loose, which didn't match his aggressive appearance.

Ning Ci raised his head, his eyes wandered, but he didn't meet him, his lips parted slightly, and he said: "Yes, yes, thank you, thank you."

Obviously very afraid of him, it's not the same as the expression sitting with several generations just now.

The moment Ning Ci touched the medicine bag with his hand, Pei Jin viciously lifted the bag and hung it in the air, allowing the bag to drip water.

A box of painkillers and a tube of ointment were clearly visible inside.

Water drops fell on the back of Ning Ci's hand resting on the table.

Pei Jin took out a tissue from the front table and put it on the back of Ning Ci's fair hand with blue veins visible.

The fingertips are covered with the heat wave outside through the paper towel.

Ning Ci was burned, inexplicably felt that this action was out of line.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down and could not move.

Pei Jin seemed to have no intention of making things difficult, and helped him dry the back of his hands, and even helped him hang the bag on the hook on the side of the table, but it just made his table wet and messy.

Ning Ci looked at the back of his hand that was rubbed red, his heart beat faster, and he couldn't help leaning against the back of the chair in an attempt to distance himself.

But Pei Jin followed him, leaning closer to his table, staring at him with flustered eyebrows.

Do you want to kill someone?

Ning Ci wanted to say that I really didn't see anything.

But looking at the handsome boy in front of him, he could only see the hostility, which made his legs weak, so nervous that he didn't dare to speak, so he could only shut his mouth tightly.

The white and fragile neck was exposed to the air, as if waiting for Ling Chi to be executed.

Really so afraid of myself.

The corners of Pei Jin's lips curled up, but he didn't mention the fight he witnessed. Instead, he asked, "How can you thank me?"

Ning Ci was stunned.

Pei Jin picked up the tissue to dry the back of his hand, wiped his fingers slowly, and answered to himself, "But I don't lack anything now."

Ning Ci watched him crumpling the wet paper towels, and nimbly playing with the paper balls with his slender fingers, not intending to settle accounts with him.

But still scared.

speechless.

As Ning Lan said, his temperament is not suitable for making friends.

Too timid to even do this kind of thing of thanking others.

Frustration ensues.

"How about it." Pei Jin glanced at the blank test paper that hadn't been filled in with his name, and lightly tapped Ning Ci's table with the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and his deep voice invaded his eardrums: "What's your name, new classmate?"

"Write down the account, and when I think of what I want, I will ask you again."