Scum attack, your father is here!

In the morning, when Qi Qingyun turned off the alarm clock for the third time and got up from the bed rubbing her messy hair, she was still in a daze.

He had already kicked the quilt under the bed, and the starched and whitish pajamas rolled all the way up to his abdomen, the youth's porcelain white skin was exposed to the air, goose bumps crawled all over his body, the cold Qi Qingyun couldn't help but sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and sat on the bed for a long time, before he slowly remembered that he had traveled to 16 years ago yesterday, and now he is still a high school student who needs to go to morning class.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and while brushing her teeth, Qi Qingyun recalled the dream she had last night.

He had wild dreams all night. For a while, he dreamed of Zhong Xuejin who was still in the hospital with dystocia waiting for him to rush over. Qingyun also dreamed that the child's face gradually grew bigger in the swaddling baby, and finally turned into Qi Yousui's face. She opened her mouth and scolded him as "perverted", which made him wake up in a jerk.

"......" Thinking of that unlucky child Qi Yousui, Qi Qingyun touched the wound on his hand that was rubbed out when he fought with Qi Yousui yesterday with his fingertips, frowned and hissed softly, He couldn't help sighing while removing the blood-stained gauze.

I don't know how the other party's parents taught him. If his child was so irritable and rude, he would have whipped his ass with a hanger.

Qi Qingyun threw the old blood-stained gauze into the trash can, and when changing the gauze, he thought of the boy who swiped his card for him yesterday, paused, stood up and looked at the coins and coins in his closet. After counting the banknotes, I stuffed them into my pockets, opened the door and walked out.

Because he remembered that he had to pay back the money first, Qi Qingyun didn't buy any breakfast in the morning, but when the aunt who sold the buns asked him if he wanted to buy fresh meat buns or fresh bamboo shoot buns, he subconsciously glanced at the steamer and asked for what was left in it. A bag of fresh bamboo shoots.

After finishing speaking, Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment.

In fact, Qi Qingyun himself prefers to eat fresh meat buns, but Zhong Xuejin likes to eat fresh bamboo shoots, and the quantity of fresh bamboo shoots is less than that of fresh meat, and it is also more difficult to buy, so Qi Qingyun usually wants a fresh one. Meat and a fresh bamboo shoot, and a cup of soy milk for Zhong Xuejin.

But today, Qi Qingyun was in debt with a huge sum of 25, and he was so shy that he couldn't afford two buns, so he said it again, seeing that his aunt quickly packed it in a plastic bag, he couldn't let someone put it back, so he just Neng sucked the soy milk, put the steamed stuffed bun in his pocket, and hurriedly walked in along the late-arriving quasi-reservist.

Nangang No. [-] Middle School is not the best high school in Nangang. It ranks at the upper middle among all high schools, but because of the private school, its hardware and software facilities are more complete, and it also pays more attention to quality education. There are also many girls, the teachers are not easy to manage, and the style of study is more lazy.

However, Qi Qingjun was admitted with No.1 grades, he could have gone to the third school in the city, but Nangang No. [-] Middle School promised that if Qi Qingyun is willing to come to No. [-] Middle School, not only will the tuition and miscellaneous fees be waived, but also an additional subsidy of [-] To Qi Qingyun, so Qi Qingyun came.

But later, Qi Qingyun donated all the [-] yuan to the orphanage that took him in. He didn't have a penny left, and he relied on summer jobs to earn living expenses. After paying the rent, utilities, and electricity, he was free.

According to his original experience, Qi Qingyun thought that he would have to be a top student to enter an experimental class. As a result, he had just stepped into the classroom and was about to open the door when a basin of cold water poured over his head. If it wasn't for his reaction Quickly take two steps back, the school uniform without upper body for a few minutes will have to be scrapped.

"Dang--"

The sound of the iron basin falling on the ground was as crisp as a hammer hitting the eardrums of the students who were studying early, and the lingering sound lingered endlessly.

Dirty water was splashed everywhere. Although many students who were sneaking around with books covering their faces were prepared, they were all startled with goosebumps all over their bodies. They couldn't help turning their heads and looked at Qi. With an ugly expression on Qingyun's face, they all stopped reading and looked at each other, the expressions on their faces stopped.

When Qi Qingyun was in junior high school, he encountered more fights and troubles than he had ever eaten. This kind of tricks was not enough for him.

He soon knew that the prank was directed at him. When he saw the dirty water on his trousers, there was a little disgust in the bottom of his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart forcibly, and his eyes met him unexpectedly. Qi Yousui gave a provocative look.

The other party still looked foolish, with his legs crossed, his fingertips resting on his temples, squinting his eyes and raising his eyebrows to look at him. The school uniform was still not properly worn, and one shoulder slipped off to reveal a large T-shirt bottom shirt. His hair was dyed yellow. There is also an extra row of broken diamond earrings, as rebellious as you want, as much as you want to be beaten.

Qi Qingyun flicked the dirty water splashed on his trousers expressionlessly, took apart the tissue paper, pinched the corner of the basin and threw it into the corner three times, across the puddle of dirty water on the ground, and came straight to Qi Yousui. In front of him, stretching out his knuckles, he suddenly pulled Qi Yousui up from the stool, and looked straight at him:

"Did you do it?"

"Yes." Qi Yousui admitted generously: "I see you are unhappy."

"Childish." Qi Qingyun coldly judged Qi Yousui's behavior, and said with disdain: "Three-year-olds are not as naive as you."

The best way to deal with a little kid's pranks is to deny the meaning of his pranks at all.

"What did you say?!" Qi Yousui was really fooled, he stood up abruptly and pushed Qi Qingyun to the seat inside, his movements were rude and irritable, his expression was horrifying and ferocious, his eyes were dark and stormy Seriously: "You say it again?!"

Qi Yousui was pushed against the wall, and Qi Qingyun's palm rested on her shoulders. From the corner of her eye, she saw that the seat below her seemed to be reflecting light, and knew that the other party must have tampered with this seat, so No matter how the other party pushed him down, he refused to sit down.

After a while, he gave up resisting and pinched Qi Yousui's neck forcefully. His movements were quick and ruthless. Before the other party could react, he pressed his head heavily on the table, making a muffled knocking sound, and the books rattled. The falling sound made the whole group focus their eyes on Qi Qingyun, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, full of surprise and uncertainty.

There is no other reason. Anyone who knows a little about Qi Yousui knows that his grandfather is the richest man in Nangang, and his uncle is also the president of Lincheng. As the veritable prince of the Zhong family, Qi Yousui is sought after by thousands of people wherever he goes. The person that the crown prince wanted to punish, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach when he was wronged. Now there is still someone who dares to hit the crown prince's head on the table. This person will die!

Qi Qingyun didn't notice the terrified gazes of the crowd at all, he didn't think about it that much, in his eyes, he should clean up the brats.

Moreover, he was born clean, was splashed with dirty water, and was smeared with unknown objects on the chair. There was a slight slap on the waist:

"be honest!"

Qi Yousui froze, his eyes widened in disbelief:

"Do you know who my grandpa is!"

"I don't care who your grandfather is." Qi Qingyun raised her eyebrows, and said indifferently: "Even if the king of heaven is here, it's wrong for you to deliberately bully your classmates."

"Fortunately, it's me today, what if it's another student?" Qi Qingyun twitched Qi Yousui's waist again, her voice gradually became colder: "If such a big iron basin filled with water hits someone's head, the dirt is the second. In the event of a concussion, who is responsible?"

"......"

Qi Yousui was fooled by Qi Qingyun's unconventional actions and earnest reasoning. When Qi Qingyun stuffed a mop into his hand and asked him to mop up the dirty water on the ground, he was still stupid. , the right side of his face still bears the red mark of being pressed on the table, looking extremely dull.

How dare someone teach him? !

His grandfather never scolded him!

Qi Qingyun ignored him, and wiped the stool with a facial tissue, as expected, she found glue on it, if she really sat down, she would feel better.

Here, Qi Yousui also came to his senses, thinking why should he listen to this pervert, he swung the mop forcefully to the ground, making a bang on purpose.

Qi Qingyun glanced at him sideways, and Qi Yousui stared back unceremoniously, with "what can you do to me" written all over his face, the gaze between the two seemed to spark sparks, and the atmosphere was even more intense. One time, it was like adding boiling water to a frying pan, with the sound of water exploding, and the swords were tense immediately.

The students present all stopped their reading voices by coincidence, not daring to vent their anger. In the end, it was Chu Queze who rushed over to clean up the dirty water on the ground for Qi Yousui with apologies. give up.

Qi Yousui had irregular meals, so he had stomach problems. Chu Queze made his three meals a day by the way. He bought breakfast full of pawnshops, but Qi Yousui still had no choice but to pick and choose. He frowned and asked:

"Why are there no fresh bamboo shoot buns?"

"It's sold out." Chu Jueze wiped the glistening sweat from his forehead, and looked at him cautiously: "Go to the north of the city to buy your favorite peanut milk, and when you come back, it's already...... ..”

"..." Qi Yousui threw away the pen in his hand, and pushed all the things in front of Chu Queze in dissatisfaction, with a cold voice: "Then I won't eat."

"It's all your fault for not getting up early."

"I'm sorry." Chu Queze was a little at a loss: "Can you eat a little bit, your stomach will feel uncomfortable if you don't eat."

"None of your business." Qi Yousui turned the back of his head to Chu Queze, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

After Qi Qingyun cleaned up the stools, his tablemate hadn't come yet, so he could only listen silently as Chu Queze tried his best to coax Qi Yousui to eat, but Qi Yousui reluctantly finished eating and felt that his hands were stained. The oil is dirty, muttering incessantly.

Chu Queze had no choice but to pat Qi Qingyun on the shoulder at the front table, asking him for a tissue, Qi Qingyun glanced at Qi Yousui, without fussing too much, took a pack of tissues and handed it to Chu Queze.

Seeing this, Qi Yousui rolled his eyes. After wiping his hands with a facial tissue, he threw the wiped tissue in front of Qi Qingyun who was going to have breakfast after morning reading, and said with a smile, "Return it to you."

None of his little brothers are in the experimental class, he can't beat Qi Qingyun alone, so he can only try his best to disgust Qi Qingyun.

Sure enough, Qi Qingyun frowned instantly, her eyes fixed on the dirty paper on the new book, wishing she didn't even want that page, she laughed angrily:

"Are you endless?"

"It's not over." Qi Yousui pulled his sleeve in a low voice regardless of Chu Queze, and raised his voice loudly, "As long as you are not happy, I will be happy."

"..." Qi Qingyun stared at Qi Yousui's glamorous and flamboyant but extremely unbeatable face, slowly let out a breath of foul air, and finally asked the question that he had always wanted to ask in his heart:

"Your parents didn't teach you that you should say thank you after others help you?"

"You are so naive, do you have any tutoring?"

As soon as the words fell, not only was the whole class silent, but even Chu Queze, who was always smiling gently, turned pale instantly, and his teeth chattered slightly, as if he was frightened by Qi Qingyun's words.

In the next second, Qi Yousui really wanted to be blown up by the cat who guessed the tail. With a dark face, he kicked the stool under him angrily, and suddenly pulled Qi Qingyun's collar towards the door. go.

He didn't know what stimulated him. Qi Qingyun, who was so strong, couldn't break free for a while. When Zhong Xuejin walked in from the back door wearing a mask, he was knocked away by the other party without looking sideways. He staggered a few steps and almost fell down. .

Seeing that her son was about to mess up again, Zhong Xue hurriedly took two steps forward to pull Qi Yousui and the people around him away, but unexpectedly, when her fingertips touched Qi Yousui's shoulder, the other party suddenly turned to him reflexively. Qi Qingyun punched fiercely in the face, Qi Qingyun dodged subconsciously, revealing Zhong Xuejin's astonished face behind him.

"boom--"

Qi Yousui didn't stop for a while, and used a very strong fist to slam Zhong Xuejin's head, with the force of beating people to death, the fist wind was swift and fierce.

"Tick-tock-"

"Tick-tock-"

Zhong Xue was completely unprepared, and stood still after being hammered. She stretched out her hand to support something, but unexpectedly, the floor splashed with dirty water was still a little slippery. He was dizzy and couldn't stand still for a while. On the ground, his forehead accidentally hit the sharp protrusion of chalk on the lower edge of the blackboard with his leaning body, and the sharp piece of iron cut his forehead mercilessly, and hot and glaring blood gushed out instantly.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a moment, and the students in the classroom were like chickens being strangled, holding their breath, and there was no sound.

No one thought that things would develop to such an extent, Qi Qingyun was the first to react, pushed away the sluggish Qi Yousui, walked in front of Zhong Xuejin with a sullen face, and brushed away the blood-soaked face on the other side's forehead with his palm. Hair, wanted to check his wounds, but unexpectedly saw a red mole on the center of the other's eyebrows, and was taken aback for a moment, then woke up from the daze, and calmly said to Zhong Xue who was wearing a mask:

"The wound is not deep, do you want to call an ambulance to the hospital?"

Zhong Xue, whose eyes were blackened for a while, heard someone talking to him, shook his head when he heard the words, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Just go to the infirmary."

If an ambulance is called, the whole school will know that his son Qi Yousui sent his classmates to the hospital on the second day of school, and he will inevitably be punished again.

Qi Qingyun nodded, and before the other party could react, her left arm passed through the bend of Zhong Xuejin's leg, and hugged the stunned other party horizontally, her voice was calm and powerful:

"I'll take you there."

Zhong Xue felt the boy's warm chest and familiar breath so closely, staring at the boy's calm expression under the mask, she lost her mind slightly.

Husband?