Chi Guang

The color windbreaker was as thin as his expression, and he was standing against the wall with his hands in his trouser pockets. If Mu Shihai really didn't want to, no one would be able to see his true emotions from his face.

Only Xu Chichuan succeeded.

But this time Xu Chichuan was not sure either.

He felt that Mu Shihai was a little bit regretful, but thinking of the previous quarrel also made his heart cool for a while, and besides, this guy's mouth is poisonous and hard, so he can't even try to pry out half of the truth.

"that."

"Ah."

"You came up too."

"Ah."

"Did not sleep."

"Ah."

...Damn it, there is no need to continue chatting, any further chatting would mean shortening my life!

Maybe the distorted expression on his face was so obvious that even Mu Shihai noticed it, so he condescended and opened his golden mouth: "Go down, class is about to begin."

"Oh."

He pursed his lips, turned around and pushed open the iron door to go downstairs. Someone behind him sighed for the first time, and he didn't know whether he was sighing himself or someone else.

All afternoon, Xu Chichuan had a taste of the extreme pull of hope—hope shattered—hope again—hope shattered again.

He didn't understand, really didn't understand. He had felt that Mu Shihai was about to open his mouth to talk to him many times, but every time he made a move, he ended up without a problem. The "I need to go to the bathroom" crap.

According to incomplete statistics, Mu Shihai has gone to the toilet five times during the three breaks, which perfectly fits the symptoms of frequent urination, urgency, and incessant urination.

Gritting his teeth a hundred times, he hates Virgos!

Xu Chichuan didn't hear what he wanted to hear until the end of the evening self-study. Xu Chichuan made up his mind to force him, so he didn't go back to the classroom after class, so he put his schoolbag on his back and left.Mu Shihai stood at the door of the classroom and waited for a while, but he didn't find anyone, and he realized it later - it's hard to handle, the kid is impatient.

Subconsciously wanted to chase, crossed the playground in three steps and took two steps to cross the steps. When I chased to the old residential area, there was a sudden "bang" sound above my head. It turned out that the light bulb had blown the filament.The speed under the foot without the light is still unabated, relying on the faint night to distinguish the pitted stone slabs under the foot.

But he was stopped by an uninvited guest who appeared suddenly.

It's been a long time since Yin Xu Qingpi had a hard lump growing on his head, dragging a baseball bat in his hand, followed by four or five gangsters with colorful yellow hair and a sinister smile on his face. Almost had the word "bad intentions" engraved on his forehead.

Mu Shihai clenched his fists, like a wild wolf who sensed danger and was ready to fight, a trace of fear and luck climbed into his heart.

That's great, he's not here, so he won't be implicated.

"Little bastard, where's your little dog-legged servant? Don't want you anymore?"

"Hands ready?"

These three words ignited Yin Xu's anger, the baseball bat hit the ground heavily, and stone chips splashed everywhere: "Fuck you, Mu Shihai, you fucking bastard, let's settle the old and new scores together today, so I won't kill you!" If your surname is not Yin, do it!"

No villain dies due to procrastination, a group of people picked up the guy and swarmed up, Yin Xu swung a baseball bat every time towards the dead hand, Mu Shihai dodged his attack, and took out the bag he was carrying in his trouser pocket. The Swiss Army Knife, quickly dealt with a few little guys, and after a while, there were two more people who were beaten down on the ground, the little red-haired man with a shaved head was pulled by an extremely long mouth, and the flower-armed man's flowery arm fell off. He was injured, and the screams echoed in the alley, the blood stained the tip of the knife, and some splashed on his chin, Mu Shihai raised his hand to wipe it, his appearance was dazzling in the night like a ghost, his hostility was fierce, and his appearance was like a Shura.

Yin Xu wasn't angry either. He knew Mu Shihai's combat power too well after being a rival for so many years. He smiled and waved a baseball bat and pointed at the group of people with scars on the ground: "Master Mu, you are so powerful, does your little follower know?"

Mu Shihai was taken aback for a moment, Yin Xu seized the opportunity and rushed forward with a whistling stick, his face twisted with jealousy: "Go to hell!"

The stick thicker than the rim of the bowl was about to fall on Mu Shihai, and the wishful thinking was gone in the next second——

"what!!!!!!!!!!!"

A fierce and ruthless kick knocked Yin Xu several meters away, Mu Shihai was overjoyed when he saw the face clearly: ""Third brother!

Qin Sanyan's face was gloomy, staring at the man who couldn't get up on the ground, Yin Xu clutched his waist and shivered, looking at the man with fear in his eyes: "Third, third brother..."

Qin Sanyan stretched out a hand: "I'll count to three;"

"three;"

"two;"

Before he finished counting, Yin Xu had already scrambled and disappeared into the alley.

The man snorted coldly: "Old Mu, find a few brothers to follow him, if this turtle grandson appears in 23 again, come and tell me immediately."

"Yes."

Mu Shihai was struggling to hold his shoulders: "Thank you, third brother."

"Is there something wrong?" Qin Sanyan changed his expression, and his tone became much better: "Go to the hospital?"

Mu Shihai shook his head: "You are here?"

Qin Sanyan glared at him: "" If I'm not here, you'll be finished. Why are you wandering around outside without going home after school? "

"I'm……"

"Come on, it takes an extra 10 minutes to get back to your house from this road. Are you out of your mind? Do you have to go around the station before walking?"

Mu Shihai: ...he has a hole in his head, and it's been almost a semester.

The man lit a cigarette and took a puff with a dignified expression: "The grandson will definitely come again. I will send Lao Mu to take you home after school during this period, so that in case something happens, I will take care of you."

Mu Shihai did not refuse: "Thank you, third brother."

Xu Chichuan went to school the next day and was surprised to find that his coercion didn't seem to have any effect, but had a little counterproductive effect——

"What happened to your shoulder?"

Under the banyan tree, Mu Shihai stood far away from him, determined not to show him: "It's okay, go in, the school gate is open."

After speaking, he took a big stride and walked away without looking back.

Xu Chichuan:? ? ?

When I went upstairs, I found Tao Yiming was standing at the door of the classroom, followed by a long line behind him. Xie Zihuang saw him mouth-synching from a distance—be careful!Old Tao went crazy!

But before he could react, he bumped into the muzzle of the gun. Tao Yiming snorted with a half-smile, and then took the lunch box in his hand——

"what is this?"

"lunch box."

"Nonsense, I asked what you pretended to be?"

"... soya milk."

"anything else?"

"sandwich."

"any left?"

"An egg."

Tao Yiming felt his nerves twitch even more violently: "Are you here for camping? Stand by the wall!"

"Oh."

Standing by the wall, after exchanging glances with Sanshui Laoxie and Sister Jing who were also in distress, they confirmed——Old Tao has shown his power and wants to rectify discipline.

In the next 10 minutes, Tao Yiming found game consoles, poker cards, makeup mirrors, lipsticks, combs, star magazines, etc., from the schoolbags of the little bastards in his class, and dozens of other things that had nothing to do with learning. He was so angry For the first time this semester, I moved the board: "Come in! All hands out!"

The punishment is very clear-hand palm, three times for girls, five times for boys, and double the number of class committee members.

The first time Xu Chichuan ate a board, he got ten. Tao Yiming didn't let any water out. After the whole morning, his hands were swollen and he couldn't write. She gritted her teeth and turned red and didn't cry; Yue Xue was also beaten because she was wearing a mirror, but her self-esteem was troubled. Seeing Huang Jing didn't cry, she held back her tears alive. Counting down, the only class who didn't get beaten The committee members are the squad leader and deputy squad leader - Su Pingran walks upright and sits upright, but Mu Shihai...it's hard to say.

"Don't blame Lao Tao." Su Pingran went to the infirmary to get two swelling ointments and distributed them to the people with swollen hands: "We have been... a bit outrageous recently."

"We know," Xie Zihuang limped his hand and applied medicine to Huang Jing first: ""It's just a strike... a bit too ruthless. "

"Hiss, hiss," Lu Miao grinned in pain, "It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

"Stop howling," Xu Chichuan threw away the cotton swab, "It's finished."

"Do you paint it or not?"

"No paint."

"Put some on, Xiao Chuan," Huang Jing advised him, "It doesn't hurt that much after you apply it."

"No paint."

"Yes, paint a little, Xiao Chuan."

"Paint it on, it's very useful."

The person sitting next to him remained motionless, the pen tip scratched the paper, and the pain in his hand became more obvious: "Don't paint."

Tao Yiming called him to the office after school at noon, ordered him not to bring such conspicuous things to school again, and then returned the thermos to him: "I drank the soy milk, and the sandwiches and eggs are still kept. Eat in the classroom, come in after eating at the school gate."

Carrying the bucket back to the classroom, everyone else went to eat, only Mu Shihai remained: "Come here."

Seeing him sitting down with his neck stiffened, Mu Shihai sighed insignificantly, squeezed a lump of ointment on the cotton swab: "Stretch out your hand."

The cold ointment took away some of the stinging pain, Xu Chichuan hissed, Mu Shihai paused, and his movements were a little lighter: "Be patient."

From this angle, he could easily see the swirls of his dark hair, and there was still a little fragrance left by the shampoo, which was his favorite lavender scent. Xu Chichuan was so engrossed that he didn't even notice when the medicine was finished.

Mu Shihai threw away the cotton swab: "Okay."

"What happened to your shoulder?"

"No."

Blessed to the heart, he blurted out: "Did you fight?"

Mu Shihai's face became stiff for a moment, and he caught it all: "No."

"You're just fighting, who is it? Is it the one in the hospital last time?"

"Did you tell me?" Mu Shihai turned his head, "It's none of your business."

"None of my business?"

Xu Chichuan laughed angrily: "Mu Shihai, do you have a conscience?"

"Okay, I'll let you see, after all, your business has nothing to do with mine."