Scum attack, your father is here!

Qi Yousui made such a big joke in front of all the teachers and students in the school, he almost escaped from the rostrum at the speed of light, his face smelled like someone stomped on his parents' posthumous photo, which angered ten classmates who witnessed this picture The classmates lowered their heads one after another, their shoulders trembled, and they looked like they wanted to laugh but could only hold back their painful masks. From the corner of their eyes, they did not forget to cast admiring gazes at Qi Qingyun.

After all, Qi Yousui's reputation in the No. [-] Middle School was as bad as his temper. Fighting, smoking, bullying and other behaviors such as bullying girls were very rare. Impressions of him - all negative.

Therefore, for this young man who can make school bullies bow their heads and is willing to call him daddy, some classmates who have been bullied by Qi Yousui can't help shouting from the bottom of their hearts, and even want to say two words to Qi Qingyun loudly—Niuuuuuuuuu force!

Of course, Qi Qingyun didn't know the thoughts in other people's hearts, on the contrary, after he used to be addicted to his mouth, he felt a little bit regretful in his heart——

After all, according to Qi Yousui's temper, before I didn't offend him very much, he was tricked and locked in the classroom by the other party. Now that I can't get him off the stage in front of so many people, he won't ask me to fight after school, right?

Similar to what do not leave after school and so on.......

To live a new life, perhaps without Zhong Xuejin following him all the time to deal with some minor troubles for him, Qi Qingyun's attitude towards Qi Yousui could not help being a little more vigilant, for fear that the other party would make troubles like before.

However, to his surprise, until the first class in the afternoon, Qi Yousui was obediently sleeping on the table, as if he was embarrassed to see others, and buried his head lower than anyone else, honestly Really no longer be a demon.

Only occasionally during class breaks, when Qi Qingyun turned around and bent over to pick up a pen, she would inadvertently see Qi Yousui dozing with his head on his arm, but secretly opened a slit in his right eye, carefully staring at his side face daze.

After being discovered by him, Qi Yousui quickly closed his eyes again, buried his face in his arms, and pretended to be asleep.

Qi Qingyun: "..."

#What is this doing#

If Qi Qingyun hadn't heard about Qi Yousui's "record" of changing three girlfriends in a week from various sources within two days of school, he would really have suspected that Qi Yousui had taken a fancy to him.

However, before Qi Qingyun could ask Qi Yousui to find out, Qi Yousui was called away by the dean during the break in the second period, and never came back after that.

"Hey, does anyone know where the school bully has gone? He shouldn't be the head teacher, Ansha?"

During the break between classes, a boy who has always been gossip and has tiny freckles on his face held his glasses, and together with a few boys and girls around him, whispered quietly.

"He made such a big fight, the teachers in the whole school remember him today, it's no wonder he wasn't called out."

The girl with the high ponytail sat obliquely on the desk, looked at Qi Qingyun unintentionally, paused, then looked away, curled her long hair on her shoulders with her fingers in boredom, her tone was half envious Half gloating:

"As for his dyed yellow hair and the earrings he wore, he was caught by Zhang Shengwan, can you call him out and punish him?"

Zhang Shengwan, the teaching director of the first year of high school, nicknamed the Holy King, is a mysterious man whose emoticons are widely circulated on the post bar of Yizhong. After 10 minutes, Nangang students successfully escorted them to the school with brilliant records in early reading.

His eyes never forget, like a ruthless face recording machine, as long as he has seen students, no matter whether they are freshmen or seniors, he can accurately walk them through the Internet cafes filled with smoke, instant noodles and swear words. When it was found out, its terrifying degree was honorably ranked among the top three in the hearts of Nangang students.

"The main reason is that Nangang No. [-] Middle School has also started to enforce discipline in the past few years. It said that it should follow Qingyun Middle School. Dyeing hair and wearing jewelry are not allowed. Qi Yousui also hit the gun with the Holy King."

The girl with the high ponytail is named Li Cen, and there are still traces of being forced to remove makeup on her plain face, leaving only the inconspicuous eyeliner to show her presence:

"I heard from my best friend in Class [-] that the Holy King ordered Qi Yousui to dye his hair black this afternoon and remove the earrings by the way, otherwise his moral education points will be deducted. Guess what Qi Yousui will do next What?"

Qi Qingyun paused for arranging the notes. For some reason, she began to care about this young man and couldn't help but prick her ears.

"Don't be a fool, just say it!" Lin Zhiqian, the freckled man, rolled up his notebook and poked Li Cen, as if urging him, curiously said:

"He won't beat up the Holy King?"

"This is something Qi Yousui is capable of doing!" Everyone outside the circle agreed.

"That's not true." Li Cen brushed back the broken hair from his temples, and said casually:

"Qi Yousui only said five words—"

"What word?"

"I'm going to your mother!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone present couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Immediately after realizing that Li Cen was relaying Qi Yousui's words, he broke out into a strong smile and gave thumbs up one after another:

"Niu, Qi is old!"

"I'm really sorry, there are people who can swear in front of the Holy King, it's outrageous..."

"The holy king has a bad temper, why don't you beat the shit out of him?!"

"Although Qi Yousui is not strong, he still has abdominal muscles." Among this group of people, Li Cen had the most say on Qi Yousui:

"I also saw his eight-pack abs."

"Yes, yes, after all, I was his one-day girlfriend, but she is different from ordinary people like us."

Someone teased.

How could Li Cen not be able to hear the yin and yang of others, his face changed on the spot, he stood up and waved his arms, and said with a ferocious expression:

"I strangle you!"

"Hey, hey, don't do it..."

High school students are like this, full of energy. After Qi Qingyun listened to their comments on Qi Yousui word by word, when he turned around, he realized that the notes he had organized in front of him were in a mess and he couldn't read them at all.

It seems that I... paid too much attention to this young man named Qi Yousui.

Qi Qingyun sighed, and was about to tear off a page of notes that had been written, when someone on the left handed over a notebook.

Qi Qingyun turned her head belatedly, her gaze met Zhong Xuejin's raised eyebrows, like crescent moons:

"Here are the notes from the last English class. I have memorized them all and copied a copy for you. You don't need to sort them out."

When Qi Qingyun was in high school, she didn't like to sort out notes. Either she kept the knowledge points in her head, or she wrote them down in which book she didn't know. When she had to turn them, she often couldn't find them. Xuejin was used to taking notes, and then helped Qi Yousui to copy a copy.

Staring at Zhong Xuejin's familiar face, Qi Qingyun's expression was a little dazed, she moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something, when her eyes fell on the handwriting on the notebook that was completely different from Zhong Xuejin's, what exactly was it? He didn't say anything, his voice was hoarse, and he only said softly for a long time:

"Thank you, sorry to bother you."

To Qi Qingyun, the person in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar.

They also like fresh bamboo shoots and steamed buns, they also like to pester him, and they also help him copy notebooks, but their personality seems to be overly gloomy and paranoid, and the handwriting on the notebooks is different......

"I'll treat you to buns next time." Qi Qingyun stared at Zhong Xuejin's face, and for some reason, said such a sentence.

Seeing that Qi Qingyun put away the notebook, Zhong Xue nodded obediently, and calmly put her sprained wrist on her side, resisting the tingling pain in her nerves.

The class bell rang at the right time, Qi Qingyun didn't speak anymore, put away the English textbook, took out the Chinese book, took a pen and clamped it between the fingertips of the index finger and middle finger, turned it around casually, the movement was lax, But inexplicably people can't take their eyes off.

Seeing this, Zhong Xue didn't say much, imitating Qi Qingyun's appearance and arranging the stationery on the desk in his order, but failed when imitating Qi Qingyun's turning of pens.

"Click-"

The sound of the ballpoint pen flying out landed on the desk, crisp and loud.

Facing Qi Qingyun's bewildered eyes, Zhong Xue withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and said in a low voice:

"Excuse me."

"It's okay." Qi Qingyun glanced at Zhong Xuejin's unfamiliar movements, handed the pen that was flying past her wrist to Rang, and casually wiped off the ink stained on the other's arm, always feeling Zhong Xuejin's dazzling white skin Something like this should not appear on:

"It's class, listen carefully, if you want to change your pen, I'll teach you after class."

"..." Zhong Xue was completely seen through her small thoughts, her earlobe was bleeding red, she lowered her head, and did not speak any more.

In his previous life, when he had a crush on Qi Qingyun, he secretly learned how to turn a pen behind his back, and the middle finger that he learned had callouses, and he didn't even learn it...

While Zhong Xue was thinking wildly, Qi Yousui sneaked in from the back door of the classroom. While the teacher on the podium was not paying attention, he picked up his schoolbag and hurried away like a gust of wind.

Zhong Xuejin sat in front of him, and frowned slightly when she saw this.

Why are you skipping class again?

The hair has not been dyed back, and there are so many earrings, can the ears bear it......

In this weather, I don't know if the wound will become inflamed......

Thinking that the other party might skip class and go out to hang out with those cronies, drink, smoke and go clubbing, Zhong Xuejin became furious.

but........

Zhong Xuejin lowered her eyes, rubbed the corners of her clothes vigorously with her fingertips, her eyelashes trembled like a restless butterfly, and in her bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared the young Qi Yousui, full of tears, crying heartbreakingly "Mom—" Running towards him, but stumbled over a stone and fell into a state of embarrassment covered in bruises——

He did that to Qi Yousui before he died, the other party must have hated him...

He seems to have no right to discipline him from the standpoint of a mother...

Zhong Xue closed her eyes as hard as she could, hiding the blood in her eyes, her sprained wrist began to tremble unconsciously, her heartbeat began to tremble violently uncontrollably, her eardrums rang loudly, and when she opened her eyes again, the teacher in front of her had already appeared The double image gradually became distorted like a ghost image, hideous and terrifying.

It's an illusion, it's an illusion.

Zhong Xuejin kept chanting silently in his heart, pretending to be calm on the face, but he didn't know how ugly his face was at this moment, which made Qi Qingyun turn his head and look at him a few more times.

Seeing that Zhong Xuejin's expression was really not good, Qi Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then slowly put his palm on Zhong Xuejin's shoulder, and patted it soothingly:

"Are you okay? Why is your face so bad?"

"Didn't you eat anything this morning?"

"I'm fine." Zhong Xue said with all her heart that she really didn't eat, but it wasn't that she didn't eat breakfast. She smiled weakly at Qi Qingyun, thinking she had found an excellent excuse:

"The classroom is a bit stuffy, I'll go out to get some air."

Hearing this, Qi Qingyun glanced at the wide open window behind Zhong Xuejin, where the wind was blowing, as if he was a little puzzled, but didn't ask anything after a while, but raised his hand considerately for Zhong Xuejin:

"Teacher, Student Zhong is not feeling well. I will accompany him for a walk."

Because Zhong Xuejin's face is so ugly now, as the tablemate who witnessed him fall covered in blood, Qi Qingyun really has no way to leave Zhong Xuejin, who is suspected to be sick, outside alone.

Maybe Zhong Xuejin's condition is really not good at this time, or maybe Zhong's family has recently invested in the renovation of the school's buildings and student dormitories. The teacher's attitude towards Zhong Xuejin is also polite, and he readily agreed.

Qi Qingyun thanked the teacher for Zhong Xuejin, then pulled him up from the seat, half-dragged and half-hugged him to a secluded corner, let the fresh wind blow the bangs between their foreheads :

"Is it better?"

"..." Zhong Xue cast a glance at Qi Qingyun, then shook her head.

"Is it physical discomfort caused by excessive blood loss?" Qi Qingyun saw that Zhong Xuejin had really bled a lot that day, her mouth slammed like a faucet, half a bottle of blood loss medicine powder was sprinkled and it stopped Can't help but start worrying:

"Do you want to accompany you to the hospital?"

"No need." Zhong Xue took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restlessness in her heart.

Afterwards, he turned around, took a step forward, and faced Qi Qingyun with a distance of only ten centimeters, breath intertwined, and blinked lightly:

"Student Qi, I'm so cold, can you hug me?"

He really wanted Qi Qingyun to hug him like in the last life, and hold him in his arms...

As long as you hug him, he won't be cold anymore, he can recover from any illness...

To him, Qi Qingyun was the best antidote, and also... a poison that made him addicted.

But Qi Qingyun didn't know that Zhong Xuejin was going back and forth in her heart, she was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, seeing Zhong Xuejin's thin body without a coat in a hurry, she pursed her lips, and subconsciously refused:

"sorry, I can not."

"Anyway, no one here sees it, hug me, okay?"

Zhong Xuejin raised her footsteps and gradually approached Qi Qingyun to a blind spot. She could kiss the corner of Qi Qingyun's mouth with just a slight lift of her lips, her tone was bewitching, and her breath was as blue as blue:

"It's just the two of us now, why not?"

"..." Qi Qingyun's back was already stuck to the cold wall, and there was no way to retreat. Hearing this, he was sweating, and somehow felt like a Tang monk who had entered the Pansi Cave, unable to fly with his wings.

He lowered his head, seeing Zhong Xueji's plump and moist red lips and delicate facial features without a trace of blemish in his line of sight. He slightly moved his eyes away, hesitated for a moment, and finally uttered a word slowly:

"Probably because I...don't want to fall in love early."

Zhong Xuejin: "..."

After a long silence, Zhong Xuejin slowly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you not want to fall in love early, or do you not want to fall in love with me?"