Chi Guang

Xu Chichuan found him on the rooftop.

The young master was sitting in a corner with his back against the wall, and he carefully placed a pile of napkins under his buttocks. The sun was very strong and the sun was very hot, and he even took a school uniform to cover his face from the sun.

"Why did you come here?"

The people on the ground didn't move at all, and didn't care about him at all.

He knelt down and leaned against Mu Shihai, and asked again: "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Still ignoring him, without doing anything else, he simply lifted his school uniform with his hands. Under the shadow was a side face with closed eyes and expressionless face: "Unhappy? Who messed with you?"

The young master didn't even lift his eyelids, no matter how he asked, he was like a log growing on the ground, turning a deaf ear to his words.For a moment, he really wanted to pull one of Mu Shihai's eyelashes down to see if you didn't open them.

The sun gradually shone on the center of his head, and the sun became hotter and more dazzling. Xu Chichuan wiped off the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little angry: "If you don't talk anymore, I'm leaving!"

Mu Shihai suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at him with deep black pupils, the words in his mouth were as cold as his eyes: "Go."

Xu Chichuan looked puzzled: "Where are you going?"

"Go to Tao Yiming and tell him that you are going to take the No. [-] Middle School recommendation test and go to No. [-] Middle School to study with Jiang Huiyu."

"What did you say?"

Ten thousand African buffaloes stomped and galloped past. For a moment, Xu Chichuan felt that all the blood in his body was pouring back into the sky, and his face flushed with anger. Open your mouth.

"Mu Shihai, are you sick?"

But this bastard obviously doesn't know how to look at people's faces, and he keeps babbling, talking to himself, he doesn't know who he is talking to: "She came to me before, let me advise you not to give up your quota ;"

"Eighth Middle School is pretty good. I went to the same class as her, and the two of us can take care of each other."

Xu Chichuan swore that he had never wanted to gag Mu Shihai's mouth like this for a moment, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't speak fluently: "You, you are just sick!"

Mu Shihai raised his head and dropped the last match that ignited the explosive barrel: "I'm serious, this is for your own good."

Well you are a yo-yo! ! !

"Mu Shihai!!"

He tossed off his school uniform and slammed it on the ground, his anger shattered his rationality, his eyes glared like a brat who had just been provoked, and he wished he could pounce on him and bite him a few times to relieve his anger.

"Take some medicine to heal your brain!"

But Mu Shihai didn't even blink his eyes, sitting on the ground with a cold expression, as if wearing a mask, invincible and invulnerable: "Am I right?"

"She has liked you for a long time, you..."

"None of my business!" interrupted him loudly: "I don't like her!"

"I don't like Eighth Middle School either!"

"You can change whether you like it or not," the piercing eyes pierced his heart: "No one can tell clearly now and in the future."

"I can!" I couldn't help retorting: "I really can!"

Mu Shihai looked at him fixedly, but didn't speak.

"I don't carry her because I like her."

"There were so many people at that time, if she didn't recite it, it would be the public that made her unable to step down."

Xu Chichuan was a little aggrieved. Backing Jiang Huiyu was not his original intention, and he wanted to plead a few words to express his grievance, but seeing Mu Shihai's expression softened, he held back his words.

"If you are not happy, you will never recite it again."

Mu Shihai's lips were tense, he turned his head away from him, and said calmly, "I'm not unhappy, this is your own business."

"...Yes, yes, it's my own business." His eyes were almost rolled to the sky: "It's because I don't want to recite it. I shouldn't recite it because I'm afraid you won't be happy."

Mu Shihai didn't speak, and raised one hand high in front of him, Xu Chichuan was stunned: "What are you doing?"

The young master glanced at him lightly: "My legs are numb, help me up."

"... Good sir."

Mu Shihai picked up his school uniform and wiped off the dust on his legs: "Let's go, let's go eat."

"I do not."

Xu Chichuan folded his hands in front of his chest with a straight face: "You yell at me."

Mu Shihai:? ? ? ?

"Still wronged me."

Mu Shihai: ...

"I am not happy."

Mu Shihai understood, and after Qiu settled the score: "What do you want to do?"

"Say you're wrong."

"you are wrong."

"Mu Shihai!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay?"

"No, no sincerity."

"..."

"You said that you would give me an explanation," Xu Chichuan pouted and the boss was dissatisfied: "What about the explanation?"

He put away his joking smile, lowered his eyelids and said in a low voice, "I haven't forgotten."

"I'll tell you after running a thousand tomorrow."

"Pull the hook," Xu Chichuan stretched out his little finger, "It's a deal."

"It's a word."