To rely on others is to promise each other

Jiang Yubai was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he didn't see Pei Shanqing who was supposed to be sleeping next to him. He felt a little depressed, but he brightened up again in the next second.

Because the sound of Pei Shanqing arranging the tableware came from the door, and the ceramic bowl hit the table lightly, making a pleasant sound, he changed his clothes and went out, just in time to bump into Pei Shanqing who came to wake him up.

"You're up, I just wanted to call you." Pei Shanqing said, and sat down at the dining table, "I made some porridge, I don't know if it suits your taste."

Jiang Yubai knew that he was usually in a hurry and ate a lot. Breakfast usually consisted of toast and a carton of milk, and at most boiled an egg. Such time-consuming and laborious porridge was basically not made.

Thinking that Pei Shanqing was willing to spend the precious time in the morning cooking a pot of porridge that he didn't like to take care of his uncomfortable throat, his heart beat faster.

Jiang Yubai took a sip of the porridge with a spoon and said with a smile, "It's delicious, thank you brother."

Pei Shanqing was praised and had greater confidence in his cooking skills. He sat down and carefully looked at the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that had been boiled for more than half an hour. The aromas of lean meat and preserved eggs are mixed together, steaming hot.

He took a sip confidently, chewed it carefully and almost spit it out, and looked at Jiang Yubai with a complicated expression.

The old god Jiang Yubai was drinking porridge on the ground, and asked, "What's wrong? Is it hot?"

"No." The corner of Pei Shanqing's mouth twitched, and he picked up the cup and took a big sip of water.

Oops, put too much salt, but looking at him like this, it seems that he didn't eat it?Is it possible that the sense of taste is not very sensitive?

Pei Shanqing was full of doubts, and after reluctantly eating a few more mouthfuls, he sat there watching Jiang Yubai's bottom line.He was relieved, put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, and drove Jiang Yubai to school.

At the school gate, Pei Shanqing and Jiang Yubai spoke at the same time——

"Jiang Yubai."

"elder brother."

Pei Shanqing was startled, raised the corners of his lips and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Yubai glanced at the parents who were sending their children to school at the intersection, and lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "It seems that I'm going to start evening self-study recently, can you come and pick me up?"

To be cautious, Pei Shanqing asked the time first: "What time is it at night? I'll check the situation."

"Get out of class at [-]:[-], can you brother?" Jiang Yubai begged in a unique boyish voice, looking at him confidently, while counting silently in his heart.

1, 2...

"it is good."

Before counting to three, Pei Shanqing agreed. He put one hand on the steering wheel, and tapped his slender fingers. The collar of the white shirt was exposed outside the sweater. His eyes fell on Jiang Yu's white face, showing the rational and mature self-cultivation of the elderly.

"If you don't find me, just call, you may be delayed on the road, don't run around."

Jiang Yubai didn't know if it was because the sun was too strong today, which made him dizzy, or if it was a cold virus. He responded to the smiling eyes of the other party, walked into the classroom in a daze, and sat on the seat Only then did he react.

It's really worthless... Jiang Yubai complained about himself while pouring down a whole bottle of warm water, and just as he turned his head, he met Cheng Guo's thoughtful gaze.

"Huh? Why are you sitting here?" Jiang Yubai almost choked, and asked after coughing twice.

"The teacher in charge came over just now and asked me to switch to your side. I don't know why." Cheng Guo said.

Jiang Yubai didn't care, and opened his own competition questions to practice. Cheng Guo asked him from the side: "You drink so much water in the morning?"

"It's salty." Jiang Yubai said succinctly.

Cheng Guo said, and the bell for morning self-study rang, so he had to hold the book in front of him, and leaned over to talk to Jiang Yubai in a low voice: "Did they come to trouble you from behind?"

"No, did they come to you?"

"Yeah." Cheng Guo was a little bit embarrassed about his cowardice, but he still hoped that someone could help him, "It happened last night, and he said he wanted me to give them 300 yuan today, or he would block me every day."

Jiang Yubai was not a kind person, he kept checking the calculations in his hands, and asked casually, "Are you asking me to borrow money?"

Cheng Guo hesitated for a while, swallowed the request again, and lay down on the table listlessly. Jiang Yubai didn't get a reply for a long time. He turned his head and looked through the lens, and found the scar on the back of his neck, which was blue-purple. Yes, it looks like a new addition.

Jiang Yubai asked, "Did they hit you on the back of your neck?"

"Well, yes." Cheng Guo thought for a while, and reminded him: "Don't take the small path to the west after school recently, the people they are looking for outside the school can enter through the small door, and they are easy to meet."

Jiang Yubai has studied the Barton technique abroad for several years, and his close defense is no problem. He can also hear the meaning behind Cheng Guo's words. As he glanced at the next question, he asked: "Your parents gave you medicine. ?"

"No." Cheng Guo was obviously more frustrated, but Jiang Yubai's next words cheered him up: "What time do they invite you in the evening? I'll go for you, and you find a chance to lure the dean over."

Cheng Guo was overjoyed, and hurriedly reported the time, and after writing a few questions with gratitude, he turned to him and asked another question: "Why did you help me?"

Jiang Yubai laughed secretly, thinking: I'm not here to help you, I'm here for myself.However, this person is quite contradictory. While trying to pull people into the water, he has a disturbed conscience. To put it bluntly, he is selfish and a virgin.

So Jiang Yubai said, "It's boring."

There was still half an hour before the end of the evening self-study get out of class, and the small road leading to the main entrance of the school on the west side was extremely quiet. There were no street lights on this road, only bright spots that flickered in the dark, that was someone smoking under a tree.

Jiang Yubai held his mobile phone, which displayed the words he and Pei Shanqing chatted not long ago. He walked on the cobbled path, pushed aside the lush and drooping grass on both sides, picked up the thick and thick branches on the ground, and smelled the thicker and thicker air in the air. The smell of smoke made me cough twice.

Hearing his movement, the other party walked towards him in an unfriendly manner. Jiang Yubai glanced at him. There were two unfamiliar faces, which should be the foreign aid Cheng Guo mentioned.

"Why didn't I see before that you are so nosy?" The tall and thin man who was beaten by him last time took advantage of the large number of people and said viciously: "Jiang Yubai, do you fucking like Cheng Guo? protect him."

Jiang Yubai said lightly, "I just can't understand you guys, can't I?"

It's hard to tell which side made the first move, it doesn't matter anyway, after all, there is no surveillance in this place.Jiang Yubai swept the branch in his hand across the air, hit the opponent's knee first, jumped up in the air, kicked the other person's shoulder, and wandered among the six people in the dark night.

The time agreed by Jiang Yubai and Cheng Guo was about 15 minutes after they started fighting. Cheng Guo was responsible for reporting and brought the dean to arrest them, but Jiang Yubai estimated the time when he fought back, and it was about 10 minutes later. minute.

When Jiang Yubai caught a glimpse of one of them's movements, his nerves jumped sharply, subconsciously dodged to the side, cut his hands back and took the drawn stick as his own.

"Well, it's a good thing, and it's mine." Jiang Yubai weighed the weight and said with a smile.

Jiang Yubai held the cudgel in his hand and used it as a cane to stick it on the ground. He still smiled and looked at everyone squatting by the wall: "I'm done beating, it's your turn."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Literally." Jiang Yubai casually threw the stick aside, then pointed at himself, "It's your turn."

"You... want us to beat you?" one of them asked stumblingly.

Jiang Yubai didn't think there was anything wrong at all, so he nodded his head as a matter of course, and then showed them where he wanted to be injured: "Here, here on the back, and thighs, hit the obvious places like the arms lightly, do you understand?"

The few trembled and dared not make a sound, Jiang Yubai tilted his head and sighed, moved his knuckles and took a step forward, as if if you don't listen to me, I will beat you until you listen to me.

Finally, under his pressure, one of the off-campus stood up tremblingly, and under Jiang Yubai's encouraging gaze, he punched him.

"Stop, stop hitting!"

Jiang Yubai heard Cheng Guo's trembling but pretending to be calm voice, and shouted loudly: "The dean will be here soon!"

The fist landed on Jiang Yubai's shoulder lightly, even a little like a small gesture when he was acting like a baby. Jiang Yubai moved aside silently, and the others fled away as if they were about to be released.

At this time, it was far from the agreed time, Jiang Yubai looked at Cheng Guokong's back, and asked casually: "The teacher is not here, what are you doing here?"

"I...I thought I couldn't watch you being beaten alone, at least I could help you share half of it."

Who would have imagined that Jiang Yubai stood there intact, but it seemed that those people had wounds on their faces.

Jiang Yubai's plan was disrupted, so he had to re-plan, walked to the door of the classroom without saying a word, and sneaked in along the back door, just when the bell rang for the end of class, Cheng Guo said with a sad face: "Too bad, I still have homework. It's not finished yet."

Jiang Yubai suddenly thought how could someone be so stupid, and without saying a word, he took a picture of what he had written on his desk, took out his phone and sent Pei Shanqing a message.

"Brother, I'm out of class."

While waiting for the reply, Jiang Yubai packed his schoolbag slowly. The brown notebook that Pei Shanqing had tried to peek at lay quietly in the innermost layer of the schoolbag, scratching the back of his hand from time to time.

After not getting a reply for a long time, Jiang Yubai felt a little anxious, and an inexplicable thought that harmed others and did not benefit himself appeared in his heart: How about doing it himself, and then planting the blame on those idiots?

Following this line of thought, Jiang Yubai began to daydream, and was thinking about how to let Pei Shanqing see his injury in a subtle and graceful way, when the mobile phone on the table buzzed, and then the screen brightly lit up.

It shows the latest message from Pei Shanqing: "I have something to do at school, you should take a taxi back by yourself first."

Jiang Yubai's face was as cold as ice in an instant, and Cheng Guo, who was making a long speech to express his gratitude, was silent for a moment, peeping at his face and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." It's just a pigeon.

Jiang Yubai snorted coldly, with the corners of his mouth pulled extremely flat, he picked up his schoolbag and carried it on his shoulders smartly, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

After Pei Shanqing finished the documents to be handed in, he looked up and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. After replying to Jiang Yubai's message, he apologized and drove home in a hurry.

Passing by a newly opened dessert shop that hadn't closed yet, my heart moved, I went in and picked out a nice little cake, thinking of taking it back to make amends to Jiang Yubai.

He entered the door with the cake in his hand, the room was pitch black, and there was no movement. Pei Shanqing rang the alarm, thinking that something happened on the road, he called Jiang Yubai's name in a hurry.

"Jiang Yubai? Jiang Yubai? Are you back?"

Pei Shanqing yelled, and pushed open the bedroom door. Jiang Yubai lay with his back facing him in the darkness, wrapped himself in a quilt, and the voice of shouting suddenly choked in his throat: "Jiang..."

"I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to sleep first." Jiang Yubai moved in after explaining a sentence, and didn't say anything more.

Pei Shanqing opened his mouth, he didn't know whether to put the cake in his hand or take it away, after a while, he said softly, "Okay."