What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

"One of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, he invented the way of rolling his eyes to show disdain for people. Do you understand the blue eyes? I'm curious about whom you, a brat, can turn your eyes on." Jiang Qixiao shook his head and said solemnly. Popularity Road.

Yang Shaoqing was not interested in Ruan Ji's affairs, so he didn't pick up on it. He thought about it for a while, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Aren't you a science student? Why do I think you are very good at history?"

When giving him lectures, he would tell a few allusions from time to time to make it easier to remember. If it wasn't because Jiang Qixiao was so good at science, he almost thought that Jiang Qixiao was studying literature.

"Me?" Jiang Qixiao pointed at his face, a little proud, "It must be amazing, don't look at who I am."

"Oh? Who are you?" Yang Shao looked at him obliquely.

Jiang Qixiao smiled and hummed twice, pretending to be sophisticated and approaching Yang Shaoqing: "God, boy."

"……roll."

"Tch, I have a bad temper." Jiang Qixiao curled his lips and returned to his seat.

Yang Shaoqing turned his gaze back to the TV.

From now on, he knew in his heart that Jiang Qixiao was excellent in many aspects, but he didn't know exactly how good he was.

Such an excellent person shouldn't have no place in a big city, so why did Jiang Qixiao come here?Is it really hurt as I thought?

For the first time, Yang Shaoqing became curious about the reason why Jiang Qixiao went south.

"Hey," Yang Shaoqing called out, "Jiang Qixiao."

"Huh?" Jiang Qixiao, who was just attracted by the TV, didn't move his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Qixiao was stunned suddenly, and his breathing stopped for a while.

Why are you here?How should I put it...

The reason is a bit difficult to explain...

If someone asked him, he could still talk nonsense without blushing, but he and Yang Shaoqing had a little friendship no matter what. As friends, it was okay to conceal, but cheating was a bit bad.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Jiang Qixiao pretended to be relaxed.

Even though that bit of unnaturalness disappeared quickly, it was still caught by Yang Shaoqing.

"If you want to ask, just ask." Yang Shaoqing said.

Jiang Qixiao was silent for a while before turning his head around, earnestly imitating Yang Shaoqing's expression just now, and spit out word by word: "Guan, you, fart, it's a matter."

"..." Yang Shaoqing rolled his eyes at him.

I love to talk or not, but I don't have to know.

Yang Shaoqing felt a little upset, he often told others the words "None of your shit", but no one had ever said that to him.Needless to say, girls, he seldom takes the initiative to talk to girls, and he will not lose face once or twice once in a while, let alone men, and he will not have the courage to answer like this due to coercion.

Hearing these words seems to make people very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Aunt Yang opened the door and came in with fresh vegetables, and rushed into the kitchen to start the fire non-stop, for fear that her son would be hungry.

Jiang Qixiao was not in the mood to watch TV because of Yang Shaoqing's question just now, so he simply flashed to the kitchen and shouted to help her.

Picking a green onion with only half of the seedlings left, not knowing how to roll the skin and kneading the noodles, and washing the pureed vegetables, he couldn’t clean it. He was finally kicked out of the kitchen by Aunt Yang because of his clumsiness.

Jiang Qixiao wanted to help out of good intentions, but he used to be a shy one, so he could handle tidying up the room, but he really couldn't do anything in the kitchen.

Yang Shaoqing sat on the sofa and looked at him with a half-smile.

Jiang Qixiao came over to meet his expression, and clicked his tongue: "What are you looking at, it seems that you know how to cook, don't you also know how to make instant noodles."

"I'm different from you," Yang Shaoqing said, "Cooking is a basic skill for children from poor families."

"...Your family is poor?" Jiang Qixiao couldn't believe it.

Wearing the most popular sneakers, the clothes and pants are not cheap at first glance, and the house is rented out to others, is this a child of a poor family?Is it because his understanding of poverty is different from others?

As if seeing what Jiang Qixiao was thinking, Yang Shaoqing took a sip of yogurt and said, "The house belongs to my uncle's house, and my parents insisted on buying pants and shoes for me."

The Yang family are more preoccupied in other aspects, and save as much as they can, except for spending money on him.

Since childhood, Yang Shaoqing has never lacked things that other people’s children have. His parents have done enough homework to give him the best material life. He has never been stingy with expensive clothes, trousers and shoes, and bought him whatever is popular. .

They didn't want him to feel inferior in the future because he was born in a rural area, so he gave up the land he had cultivated for half his life and moved to the county town, and lived under the fence for several years before his life improved.

He said several times that there was no need for this, but as parents, they didn't listen to persuasion and just wanted to give him the best.

"... Oh." Jiang Qixiao nodded, really envious, as his parents' biological son, he had never been treated like this.

"Then why didn't you cook for yourself that day." Jiang Qixiao said in a low voice.

"Lazy."

The two did not continue the non-nutritive conversation, and waited silently until the meal was served.

As soon as the dumplings came out of the pot, the smell came out. The greedy Jiang Qixiao kept swallowing and stuffed them into his mouth after eating. Aunt Yang was afraid that he would choke, so she quickly poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

"It's okay...it's okay, Auntie, I haven't eaten such delicious dumplings for a long time. It's as good as my mother's." Jiang Qixiao took a breath and took a sip of water.

"Ah, thank you for the compliment." Aunt Yang said cheerfully, "Then you eat more. My family doesn't love pasta as much as you northerners. You can't finish it every time you make it."

Jiang Qixiao squinted at Yang Shaoqing.

Who doesn't like pasta!what taste!

He couldn't understand it at all.

Compared with Jiang Qixiao's enthusiasm for dumplings, Yang Shaoqing showed a lack of interest. He didn't put more than three in one meal. Fortunately, his mother cooked a bowl of rice noodles for him alone.

Holding the thought of 'he will waste it if he doesn't eat', Jiang Qixiao wiped out most of the dumplings.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Qixiao wanted to help clean up, but was still kicked out of the kitchen. He didn't want to stare blankly at his living room with Yang Shaoqing. Jiang Qixiao returned to his house with his chin raised, ready to take a nap.

Lying on the bed, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat Moments, wanting to summarize his one-and-a-half-day rural life experience.

How about sending something...

Copywriting is such a mind-boggling thing.

After thinking for a long time, I picked out nine pictures taken in Yang Shaoqing's hometown, and typed a few words in the "thoughts at this moment": "It's the first time I feel such a primitive nature, shocking." After that, he turned off his phone and went to sleep.

It was almost six o'clock when he woke up again.

Obviously, I feel like I just finished lunch, and it's time for dinner again, time flies so fast.

He got up from the bed, washed up briefly, tidied up the room, and went downstairs with the dirty clothes changed at noon and the keys.After throwing the mud-ravaged clothes into the trash can, Jiang Qixiao opened the store door.

Almost no one will come to this shop, but standing guard in the shop and looking up at the passers-by from time to time can reduce the feeling of loneliness a little.

Jiang Qixiao sat there yawning for a few minutes, when suddenly it rained heavily outside. After a while, people started running on the street. He propped his face and stared outside through the window, gradually fascinated.

The rainstorm was so sudden and fierce, the sultry air made people breathless, and the bean-sized raindrops were rampaging like wild horses running wild.

"Damn it! Why is it so cold all of a sudden! My clothes are all wet." A boy's voice came from outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Qixiao raised his head to see that Shi He and Yang Shaoqing were running from the rain, standing outside the door and stomping their feet, trying to get the dirt off their shoes.

That voice just now was Shi Hyuk.

Both of them were wearing short T-shirts, which were wet from the rain and clinging to their bodies, revealing their muscular figures faintly.Not to mention the hair, which was wet and stuck to the scalp, and was completely drenched.

Shi He heard that Yang Shaoqing was back, so he specially came to him to play golf in the afternoon, and before he could fully enjoy himself, he was drenched all over his head and face.

Extremely bad luck.

Yang Shaoqing flicked the rainwater from his hair, wiped it on his face, met Jiang Qixiao's eyes, froze for a moment, and walked in.

"Any towels?" he asked.

Jiang Qixiao nodded, and ran to the bathroom cabinet to get them two new white towels.

"Fuck, it's too much." Yang Shaoqing rubbed his hair impatiently.

The shoes are heavy, the socks must be wet, and there are still some pebbles on the legs.

It's so annoying, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't go to play, and I'm in such a mess.

"I don't have any anti-cold medicine here, so hurry up and take a hot bath and ask your mother to get some medicine for you two." Jiang Qixiao was a little worried when he saw the two of them in such a mess.

"My mother went out, and I didn't bring the key." Yang Shaoqing frowned, it was really cold now, and goosebumps came up.

Jiang Qixiao glanced at Shi He, as if saying why not go to his house.

Shi He immediately received the signal, and said with a smile: "My house is more than 20 minutes away from here, and I will get sick if I run there in the rain."

Jiang Qixiao smiled, and gave Yang Shaoqing his key: "Go wash it at my place, there are clothes in the bedroom closet, not many, let's change it."

Yang Shaoqing frowned, his first reaction was to refuse, it's not good for the two of them to take a bath without the host's house.But after thinking about it, it was Jiang Qixiao who proposed it on his own initiative, and...

He glanced at Shi He and sighed lightly.

If they get soaked like this and don't take a shower quickly, they will definitely get sick.

Yang Shaoqing took the key, nodded to Jiang Qixiao, and said softly, "Thank you." After speaking, he led Shi He upstairs.

He had been to the place where Jiang Qixiao lived, but he didn't look carefully. He asked Shi He to wash it first, and found two T-shirts and trousers in Jiang Qixiao's bedroom closet.

There are only a few summer clothes, a few pairs of trousers and a few coats in the wardrobe, and no winter clothes.In addition to the bed, there are two bedside tables left in the bedroom, one with a charger and the other with an ashtray.The ashtray was clean with no traces of use.

Yang Shaoqing didn't stay any longer, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Shi He rushed out a few times in a hurry, picked up Jiang Qixiao's clothes and said while putting them on, "I'm so cold, I'm so cold, fuck me."

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak, went in to take off his clothes and took a shower, put some shower gel on his hands and smelled it under his nose, it was quite fragrant, refreshing and fresh.

He silently memorized the brand, thinking that he could buy this next time and try it.

After he finished washing and put on Jiang Qixiao's clothes, he was relieved, the clothes were a little tight.

When the two finished packing and went downstairs, they found that there was only one more person in Jiang Qixiao's shop just now.

"Sister Jiao?" Shi He called out in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Liu Yanjiao was obviously a little surprised when she saw the two of them, she played with the coffee cup in front of her with her fingers covered in red nail polish, smiled, and said in dialect: "I see that Boss Jiang is still opening the door, and it's raining outside again." I just want to come in and have a sit. Are you going out to play during the holidays?"

Shi He sat next to Liu Yanjiao, his hair was still a little wet, "I won't go, my grandma went back to my hometown two days ago."

Yang Shaoqing automatically sat across from Liu Yanjiao and Shi He, and beside Jiang Qixiao, without saying a word.

Jiang Qixiao looked at their hair, "How about I make coffee for you?"

Why don't you prepare some cold medicine in the future, it can prevent it from happening, Jiang Qixiao thought.

"Ah? That's useless." Shi He said.

"It's still hot anyway." Jiang Qixiao stood up and glanced at Yang Shaoqing, "Is the coffee okay?"

He was really not sure if Yang Shaoqing's delicate body could drink these things.

"It's fine if it's not dirty." Yang Shaoqing said.

"……Oh."

Yang Shaoqing seldom drinks coffee, and if he wants to drink it, he will not drink it in the small workshop milk tea shop. He feels that the canned coffee in the supermarket is cleaner than those in those places.

However, seeing how clean Jiang Qixiao's house was just now, I feel more at ease about it.