Chi Guang

Many years later, no matter when Xu Chichuan thinks about that day again, his eyes will still inevitably get wet. The phrase "You are here, I will come to you" is a thorn deeply pierced into the bottom of my heart, and it grows wildly. The branches are woven into a vast net, and the people in the net have wishful thinking, dreaming of life and death.

Li Yuzhun is a talented graduate student who graduated from the Department of History of Nantah University. He just sent away his first class of students in the college entrance examination this year. Xu Chichuan likes this new head teacher very much, not only because he likes history, but also because he is so great——Li Yuzhun When I was a child, I broke my leg, and it was a little bad for walking. Although it was not serious, I still limped when I walked.

But Li Yuzhun always has a smile on his face, treats the students patiently and gently, the class is also very interesting, and the management of class affairs is also lenient and strict. The first week of school, the students in the class like him very much.

Jiang No. [-] Middle School emphasizes science over literature. There are [-] classes in the first grade of senior high school. After the second grade of senior high school, the first to fifteenth classes are science classes, and the sixteenth to twentyth are liberal arts classes. There is only one key class, which is twenty.

Li Yuzhun once approached him in private and asked him if he wanted to study literature or science, Xu Chichuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Teacher, have you seen my test results? If I go to science class, no class teacher will want me. "

At the start of the semester, Xu Chichuan became a blockbuster with a score of 300 out of 289 in politics, history and geology, but at the same time, he also offended all the science teachers in advance with a score of less than [-] in physics and chemistry.

Xu Chichuan felt that he couldn't be blamed for this. He agreed to take the preliminary exam, so he should only take the junior high school exam, right?Why do you still have to take the exam that you haven't learned in high school? It's obviously because the teacher who made the question didn't talk about martial arts!

He told this to Mu Shihai, and Mu Shihai smiled and stretched out his hand to grab his face: "Little liar, a bunch of nonsense."

The tone is full of pampering indulgence.

"Brother," Xu Chichuan leaned his head closer, nervously: "Mr. Li won't let you transfer class?"

"what?"

He pointed to the class list, and the fifth last name was so familiar: "There is no bottom elimination system in our class, right? For example, if you fail the exam, you will be transferred to the ordinary class."

Mu Shihai teased him: "What if there is?"

The little dimple instantly collapsed: "Then I'll only go to you after class, we're all in the same building, and I'll run a few more laps every day for exercise."

"Idiot," Mu Shihai unpacked and stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth: "Of course not."

So many school selection fees are not paid in vain.

"Stupid," a contemptuous male voice came from the back door, "you have to eat even chocolate, it's disgusting."

Mu Shihai's face darkened for a moment.

It's Luo Yu again.

"What, you're not convinced?" The boy with the headband was sweating hotly, spinning the basketball arrogantly and recklessly: "Do you make two gestures?"

"Luo Yu," Pang Qianqian put down his pen, frowned and said, "Are you going to pick something up again? Didn't you teach me enough last time?"

"Pang Qianqian," Luo Yu dropped the ball and sat down on the table: "Anyway, we are old classmates, why are you still talking for outsiders? Why, it's great to be handsome. The monitor let him be, now You don’t have to take the lead when you encounter problems, anyway, there are girls to help you talk?”

There are more and more people in the classroom, but no one speaks.

Luo Yu and Mu Shihai's Liang Zi has a long history.

The reason is very simple. One-third of the students in Class [-] are promoted from the headquarters of Jiang No. [-] Middle School, and the remaining two-thirds are admitted by other schools. The two groups kept a peaceful balance until Li Yuzhun began to select class committee members.

The academic committee and history class representatives selected Xu Chichuan; the sports committee selected Yao Liang, a sports student who had won the long-distance running championship in Jianggong City; the art committee selected Tang Xiaoxiao, a girl who has danced folk dances for ten years; The health committee member is a boy who sleeps in the bed opposite Xu Chichuan. His name is easy to remember. Li Yibai is not tall and wears glasses. He only loves two things in his life, doing questions and cleaning. Their dormitory can be rated as a civilized dormitory for a month , all thanks to Li Yibai.

The problem lies in the selection of the monitor.

It's not that Li Yu has never considered Luo Yu. First of all, Luo Yu himself was promoted from the junior high school. He used to be the deputy monitor before, but after a few days of observation, he found that Luo Yu was a little cynical, xenophobic, and had a bad temper. It's too good, it explodes at one point, and it's not suitable for a job like a squad leader that requires coordination and cohesion.

So he turned his target to Mu Shihai, a boy who is more handsome than a star.

He thought so. First of all, there are 60 students in his class, two-thirds of them are girls, this face has already won half of the victory; secondly, through observation, he found that Mu Shihai is a very interesting student.

Probably, rebellious as tight as water, smooth as a city, more arrogant than Luo Yu, but knows how to hide and protect himself better than Luo Yu.

Luo Yuming's secret provocations were dismissed by him calmly. Li Yuzhun felt that he was too lazy to care. The boys and girls in the class called Mu Ge Mu Ge, and they liked to ask him for help, whether it was changing water or doing homework. Mu Shihai did everything he could.

But Li Yu must know that these are just appearances——

The young man hid his cold indifference under his skin, and looked at Luo Yu with an instant ruthlessness in his eyes.

So he was also confused, how could a child like Xu Chichuan get entangled with Mu Shihai.

He remembered that on the day of the report, Mu Shihai went into the classroom and took a look before leaving. When he came back, Xu Chichuan followed him. The two of them sat directly in the two vacant seats in the hygiene corner in the last row. Come here, there is still a place next to me."

"No need," Mu Shihai pointed at the person beside him without raising his eyelids, as if telling the whole class, "I'll be with him."

Afterwards, the seats were changed, and Xu Chichuan, who had always been well-behaved, came to the office to look for him for the first time: "That...Ms. Li..."

"what happened?"

"Can... just let Mu Shihai sit next to me," he rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed: We are classmates in junior high school, his temper, um... a little...you know..."

"Yes, yes." Since he was the only class representative who opened his mouth, Li Yuzhun let it go: "But you have to make sure that your grades must not be affected, otherwise I will not be able to explain to other students."

"Don't worry," Xu Chichuan was overjoyed, and promised again and again: "Absolutely not."

It was also because of this that Luo Yu didn't like Xu Chichuan, and he was even unhappy with Mu Shihai. This displeasure swelled to the extreme after Mu Shihai became the monitor. In his eyes, one of these two people relied on their good grades. An opportunist who the teacher likes and does whatever he wants, and one is a playboy who has poor grades and relies on his family's money to walk through the back door and pretends to be a fool.

In order to maintain a balance, Li Yuzhun chose Pang Qianqian as the deputy monitor and Luo Yu as the disciplinary committee member, which was considered to appease the students in the headquarters.

The two officially broke up because of the charges.

The English weekly report ordered by the English teacher is 35 yuan per person, and the school committee collected it and handed it in before Wednesday. Luo Yu thought it was a good opportunity to give Xu Chichuan a bad start, so he united with his buddies and planned to give the money to him. Delay until the last day, wait for him to find and hand in, and take the opportunity to slap Mu Shihai in the face.

Pang Qianqian was speechless about his actions: "Don't go too far."

"Just watch," Luo Yu said triumphantly, "You have to let this kid know who is the boss in Class [-]!"

But it was Xu Chichuan who he provoked.

After evening self-study on Tuesday, the two avoided the crowd and took a detour back to the dormitory from Zhiwei Building. Xu Chichuan frowned: "What should I do? Luo Yu and the others haven't paid the five of them yet, and they have to pay at noon tomorrow."

There were two schoolbags hanging on Mu Shihai's body, one behind the other, and he flickered as he walked: "Are you urged?"

"I'm reminded, I asked Qianqian to remind me several times, but there was no movement at all." The boy's face was wrinkled like a steamed bun: "Why don't I remind myself?"

"Don't go," Mu Shihai said with a cold face, "They are just waiting for you to deliver it to your door."

"What should I do?"

"Don't worry," Mu Shihai secretly kissed him at the blind spot on the uphill without a place to probe, "Brother has a solution."

"what?"

"Tomorrow at noon, you will remind the whole class in front of the class, and then go to the English teacher directly after the lunch break, and tell her that you have already reminded her at noon, but there are still five people who have not paid for the weekly newspaper. Ask her about the weekly English class in the afternoon. Do you want to send their copy when the time comes, and don't just say that you haven't handed it in, or that you haven't ordered it."

"Wow——" Xu Chichuan suddenly realized, and smiled like a cunning little fox: "Brother, you are really bad."

"What's wrong with being bad?" The bag on his chest was thrown behind him, and Mu Shihai pressed him against the wall with one hand: "That's why you are bullying you like this."

In the hidden corner of the campus, under the wall covered with roses, the sixteen-year-old boy kissed lightly for the first time in love.

Xu Chichuan did just that the next day. After all the students returned to the classroom after eating, he stood on the podium holding the roster: "There are still five students who have not yet handed in. After the lunch break, I will go to the office to find the English teacher. The classmate who handed in put the money on my desk at noon."

Luo Yu looked at his nose, his nose and his heart, and pretended not to hear, Liu Maoyuan whispered: "Brother Yu, why don't we pay it? It's not good to make a big mess."

"Fuck you, you little brat, what can you do to me?"

Mu Shihai turned around suddenly, the eyes of the two met in the air, Luo Yu raised his head provocatively, ready to trigger.

As soon as the lunch break was over, Xu Chichuan really left with the money, and when he came back, he was holding a stack of weekly newspapers, but Tang Yu and the others didn't have a share in the distribution. Now they panicked: "Brother Yu, what should we do now?"

"Damn it," Luo Yu scolded Gu Niang severely: "Go, find an English teacher."

But before a few people went, Li Li came first.

"Luo Yu, Liu Maoyuan, Yang Peng, Xu Junran, Zhu Dong!" Li Li's face was gloomy, and she threw her bag on the podium: "You five stand up for me!"

"You're good at English, right? You can get full marks in the college entrance examination, right? You don't need to do anything to write an English weekly newspaper, right?"

Liu Maoyuan trembled a little: "Teacher, we don't have any."

"No, why don't you pay for the weekly newspaper?"

"We just didn't pay the money," Luo Yu argued, "It's Mu..."

"Enough!" Li Li interrupted him: "I asked the school committee to collect the money. If you don't pay, it means you don't want to make a decision. Or are you guys deliberately not paying to make it difficult for him?"

…Send a proposition, it’s hard to get off a tiger, no matter how you answer it, it’s always wrong, Luo Yu bites the bullet: “I’m sorry, teacher, it’s… we forgot.”

"Forgot?" Li Li sneered: "The school committee specially reminded five students that they didn't hand in at noon. Did you not bring your ears to school? Or did you forget your brain at home?"

There was a low sneer from the whole class, Luo Yu wished he could find a hole in the ground and go in, gnashing his teeth and staring at the back of a certain culprit, damn it, this kid is sinister enough.

"You guys, hand over the money to the school committee after class, except for the first weekly report, copy a unit text and vocabulary and hand it in tomorrow. Sit down! Class now."

After class, Liu Maoyuan took the rest of the people and handed over the money to Xu Chichuan in desperation. Xu Chichuan took it with a smile: "Don't be late next time."

"Don't worry, there will be no next time."

When it was Luo Yu's turn, he slammed the money onto the table coldly, bent down and was about to reach out to grab Xu Chichuan's collar, but the next second he was overturned and fell to the ground, Luo Yu was furious: "What are you doing! "

"Looking for death," Mu Shihai said condescendingly, his fists were cackling, every muscle was tense, he reached out and grabbed him and threw him on the table. The beast whose territory was offended raised its fist viciously, and it was about to land on Luo Yu's face in the next moment.

Liu Maoyuan was going to be dumbfounded, what the hell kind of King of Hades is this!

"Brother! Brother!" Xu Chichuan grabbed his hand in time at the critical moment: "I'm fine, let him go, let him go."

"I'm fine." He hugged Mu Shihai tightly and didn't let go, waiting for him to return to his senses: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The people around took the opportunity to pull Luo Yu up, his face was flushed from coughing, and he pointed at the two of them not to let go: "You, cough cough, you... we are not finished."

"You can do whatever you want," Mu Shihai brushed off his sleeves coldly, his stern and stern expression was full of warning: "But if you touch him," keeping Xu Chichuan firmly behind him, "I'll do it." kill you."

After speaking, he took off the shirt he had just been caught, put on his school uniform, walked to the back of the classroom, and threw the shirt into the trash can in full view.

... Killing and punishing, but that's all.

Ignoring Luo Yu's completely distorted expression, Mu Shihai turned around and returned to his seat. Xu Chichuan worriedly tugged at his cuff: "Brother..."

"It's okay." Mu Shihai's face paled slightly: "He asked for it."

"Where's your hand?" Xu Chichuan grabbed his hand and looked left and right: "Fortunately, he wasn't injured, does it hurt?"

"It won't hurt if you blow on it."

Therefore, facing Luo Yu's naive disgust, he didn't plan to take a step back this time.

You can scold him, he doesn't care, but no one can scold Xu Chichuan.

nobody.

Regardless of the boy's obstruction, Mu Shihai stood up, and walked towards Luo Yu face to face, rolled up his cuffs, revealing a tight forearm: "Last time you said that we are endless,"

"just,"

"What do you want to do now?"