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

By the time Jiang Qixiao finished cleaning the store thoroughly, it was already past one in the afternoon.

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door, subconsciously touched the pocket of his trousers, but found nothing.

Jiang Qixiao smiled lightly.

I almost forgot, I promised to quit smoking here.

There was a sound of whistles and footsteps in the corridor, Heitan followed Yang Shaoqing and went downstairs.Yang Shaoqing changed into a black T-shirt, standing next to Heitan, his skin looked ridiculously white.

Standing at the door of the store, Jiang Qixiao suddenly realized why Shi He would call Yang Shaoqing into love.

It's really milky.

Yang Shaoqing put a white peaked cap on his head, stopped downstairs, glanced at Jiang Qixiao, and asked, "Are you going to open a milk tea shop?"

Jiang Qixiao pursed his lips and smiled, "The installations in the shop should not be moved anymore. If you don't open a milk tea shop, you will easily gain weight. If you open a coffee shop, your main business will still be tutoring for high school students."

As a person with a fat-prone physique, Jiang Qixiao felt that he was really unworthy of opening a milk tea shop.

Although the coffee shop also has milk tea drinks, but there is an option of coffee, he will not take the initiative to drink milk tea.

Yang Shaoqing nodded.

"Coffee shop? What's the name going to be called?" Shi He approached.

Jiang Qixiao took out a chair from the store and sat down at the door, looked at their vigorous appearance, and joked: "I really envy you at your youthful age, or you should be called Ruyu .”

Shi Hyuk almost choked on his saliva.

"Ruyu?" Shi He made an exaggerated expression, "It's better to be called Ruhua, or Ruyu, my day is too ugly."

Jiang Qixiao chuckled twice, noticing that the two of them came down empty-handed, without a basketball, "Aren't you going to play this afternoon?"

"Well," Yang Shaoqing stretched out his hand and pinched the brim of his hat, "I'm tired from beating up all morning."

Played all morning?Skip class?

Jiang Qixiao curled his lips, this kid really doesn't like studying as his father said, he's a bit troublesome.

"Brother Qing," Shi He looked at Yang Shaoqing, "Going to play billiards in the afternoon?"

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak, but covered his mouth and yawned.

"Hey," Jiang Qixiao said, "I can't tell that Xiao Yang's campus life is so rich." He also skipped class to play billiards. If he had to write a letter of guarantee with thousands of words when he was in high school.

"Pfft." Shi He couldn't hold back and sprayed some saliva on the ground, and glanced at Yang Shaoqing with a suppressed smile.

"Don't..." Yang Shaoqing frowned and glared at Jiang Qixiao, a little annoyed, "Forget it, whatever you want."

I'm so annoying.

What a little classmate.

My uncle.

"Let's go, you want to be late, right?" Yang Shaoqing glanced at Shi He unhappily, turned and left.

Shi He hurried to catch up, and shouted in dialect: "My day, you were late because you were slow, and now it's all on me, please show some face."

Jiang Qixiao looked at the backs of the two teenagers leaving, smiled and shook his head.

He closed the store and went to the county hospital for a complete set of physical examinations. There were quite a lot of people in the hospital, and many elderly patients would speak to him in dialect.

Jiang Qixiao was very helpless, and said "I'm sorry, I really don't understand what you're talking about" at least ten times during the process, thinking that the locals here are so curious about foreigners.

After struggling through the physical examination, he went to find a broadband provider, connected the network cables in the store and upstairs, threw the newly bought sets of bedding into the washing machine and dried them, and cleaned the house again.

It was after five o'clock in the afternoon after all the work was done. He lay on the sofa in the living room, turned on his mobile phone and connected to his wireless network, and watched the live broadcast in the same city for a while.

This brush almost killed him laughing, they are all monsters and ghosts.

The men and women in the live broadcast are all wearing heavy makeup, which is extremely unnatural, and speaking awkward Mandarin to ask others for gifts.

In order to protect his eyes, he decisively chose to close the software and click on the news channel.

It didn't take long for him to hear the old couple of the Yang family coming up the corridor, and Jiang Qixiao hurried to the door to meet the two who came up.

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie," he said with what he thought was the most friendly smile, "I'll treat you to dinner tonight. You can choose whatever place you want, neighbors, and I'll ask you to take care of me in the future."

The couple of the Yang family looked at each other in surprise, then Aunt Yang smiled and said: "No need for Xiao Jiang, my son is not used to eating outside, I am in a hurry to cook and wait for him, he should be back soon .” After speaking, he took the key and opened the door and walked in.

Standing at the door, Jiang Qixiao was a little embarrassed: "Then I want to ask my uncle and aunt if they know any custom-made plaques. I want to get one to hang in front of the shop below."

Aunt Yang and Lao Yang paused at the same time, and looked at him with strange expressions. Aunt Yang said, "You rented the shop downstairs?"

"Well, it's the one that used to be a milk tea shop." Seeing their expressions, Jiang Qixiao was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Lao Yang shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'll ask Mother Shaoqing to contact you tomorrow. Don't be too busy tonight. Let's have dinner at our house. I'll cook first." After finishing speaking, he went into the kitchen.

Could it be that the old couple of the Yang family knew that Liu Yanjiao was interested in Yang Shaoqing?

Jiang Qixiao was very curious, Liu Yanjiao, a girl who was more than ten years older than Yang Shaoqing, why did she pursue a high school student just because of her face?Wouldn't it be embarrassing for others to find out about her?

But looking at the attitude of the restaurant owner who was eating today, it can be seen that she has a relatively high status here, and no one would dare to say anything in person.

Aunt Yang took out a pair of slippers and handed them to Jiang Qixiao, "Come on in, you kid still wants to invite us to dinner, you just rented a house and you want to open a shop, you have to spend money everywhere, if you eat at our house today, you won't eat it anyway. I need a pair of chopsticks."

Jiang Qixiao was even more embarrassed, and waved his hands shyly: "No need for uncles and aunts, I can't come to your house to eat all the time, it's not good to get used to it."

Aunt Yang grabbed his arm enthusiastically, "Don't be so embarrassed now that you are neighbors, you can't eat much by yourself, come on, just be my son's company."

Seeing her enthusiasm, Jiang Qixiao felt embarrassed to refuse, and broke free from her hand to take the slippers without leaving any traces: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient, I'm really bothering you guys."

Jiang Qixiao put on his slippers and entered Yang's house.

Lao Yang and Aunt Yang cooked very quickly. They cooked four dishes and one soup in less than half an hour, just waiting for the rice in the rice cooker to be cooked.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and Yang Shaoqing walked in with his schoolbag on one shoulder and his school uniform in one hand.

When he took the key out of the lock, he met Jiang Qixiao's eyes, froze slightly, and said, "Why are you here again?"

"..." Jiang Qixiao was speechless for a moment.

He won't be suspected of coming to eat.

Aunt Yang walked over to pick up his schoolbag and school uniform, "What do you mean, you can't let others come to our house for dinner?"

Jiang Qixiao shrugged his shoulders, a little helpless: "I was going to invite your family out to eat, but your mother said that you are not used to eating outside, and then..."

"Then you came to my house to eat?" Yang Shaoqing interrupted him, changed his shoes and poured a glass of water in the living room.

"Stop leaning!" Aunt Yang gave him a disapproving look.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Yang Shaoqing took a sip of water and sat down beside Jiang Qixiao.

Jiang Qixiao smiled and said nothing.

"Where did you go this afternoon? I think you didn't take your basketball out. How many classes did you skip?" Lao Yang took a dried walnut from the coffee table in the living room and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Qixiao glanced at them in surprise.

At the dinner table yesterday, I heard Uncle Yang complain about Yang Shaoqing's homeroom teacher. I thought he would be very strict about Yang Shaoqing's grades, but now he is casually discussing the topic of skipping classes?

"Two quarters, we're off to play billiards." Yang Shaoqing tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"You won a lot of money?" Aunt Yang said in dialect, "Don't forget to go to training tomorrow."

Yang Shaoqing's tone was a little impatient, "Understood, you don't need to remind me. How much money can I win by playing billiards? It's a hundred dollars."

The way this family got along left Jiang Qixiao dumbfounded.

They...are they discussing gambling?

Or is it gambling?

For a high school student... a bit too indulgent.

"Uncle and aunt," he couldn't help but say, "How is student Yang's grades, when will I make up his lessons?"

Yang Shaoqing was taken aback by his address, and gave him a look like a fool, as if to say: You are not sick.

Jiang Qixiao used to be quite well-behaved when he was in high school. In key high schools, there were still some poor students, but he didn't skip classes frequently, and his grades were not too bad. It's not like Yang Shaoqing, who swaggered to the street in school uniform Gamble money.

The most important thing is that his parents didn't object!

The way the old couple of the Yang family raised their children was really hard for Jiang Qixiao to accept.

"Let's not give up," Aunt Yang said with a smile on her face when she mentioned the grades, "The grades have been in the top five in the class since childhood, and they have never fallen. Although they have always been in ordinary classes, we are not too worried about him. Can't get into college."

Did not fall out of the top five in the class.Jiang Qixiao was surprised.

He thought that Yang Shaoqing, who skipped classes and gambled, would be an inexperienced student, but he turned out to be a good student with good grades.

"Son, didn't you always say that you don't want to spend money on tutoring lessons? Now there are free tutoring teachers." Lao Yang winked at Yang Shaoqing, "Brother Jiang has already proposed it, so you can go whenever you have time."

Yang Shaoqing responded irritably.

In fact, he has always been repulsed by making up lessons.

In the past, Shi He's mother found a make-up teacher and asked him to listen to it with him.

This money is so easy to earn that it is useless at all.

But this time his parents have both asked, and it's free, so it's hard to refuse.

"Student Yang's grades are so good, does the school not care if he doesn't attend class?" Jiang Qixiao asked again.

"The No. [-] Middle School is not strictly controlled, and it is free-range." Aunt Yang glanced at Yang Shaoqing and said, "This must be the reason why Shaoqing insisted on going to No. [-] Middle School."

There is also a stocking style in high school now!

Jiang Qixiao was stunned.

The high school in his family's high school is arranged to be full every day.

Is it a North-South difference?No, it’s all a policy, so how can there be differences between the North and the South.Or the difference between rich and poor?The poorer the place, the more relaxed it is about education?

"The meal is ready, let's go wash your hands and eat." Aunt Yang went to the kitchen and served all the dishes on the table.

Jiang Qixiao got up and followed Yang Shaoqing to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Yang Shaoqing washed first, stepped aside after washing, and said to Jiang Qixiao in a low voice with no expression on his face: "Don't call me a little classmate again, are you annoying?"

Went out after saying that.

Jiang Qixiao stood there in a daze for a while before continuing to wash his hands.

Do you want to change your name?It seems that Yang Shaoqing really doesn't like the name Yang Xiaotong.

During the meal, Yang Shaoqing always had a stinky face of refusing to communicate, and the old couple of the Yang family didn't bother him again when they saw this.

Their son is easily impatient, they know it, puberty, try to tolerate him as much as possible.

Jiang Qixiao quickly wiped the soles of his feet with oil after eating.

It seems that if you want to inquire about the situation of the high school here, you have to find another way, and the young master of the Yang family is obviously not easy to handle.

Jiang Qixiao lay on the sofa and used his mobile phone to buy some decorations, several boxes of coffee powder and other raw materials, and was stumped when filling in the address.

He didn't know how to fill it in, near the foot of No. [-] Middle School in XX County?If the time comes, he doesn't know where to get it.

After dawdling for a long time, I struggled countless times in my heart, and finally knocked on the opposite door again.

It is better to ask for a specific address.

"Dong dong."

The door opened quickly, Aunt Yang was wearing gloves and an apron and looked at him suspiciously, "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter?"

"Auntie," Jiang Qixiao smiled flatteringly, "I bought something online, but I don't know how to fill in the address. I would like to ask you how to fill in the address."

"Oh!" Aunt Yang nodded, "You can fill in No. xx Street, xx County, xx City, xx Province, xx."

"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Qixiao turned around to leave.

"Xiaojiang," Aunt Yang called to stop him, "my Shaoqing has been quite irritable recently, but he is actually a very sensible child, so don't argue with him."

Jiang Qixiao waved his hands indifferently, "Boys of this age are like this, I don't mind, it's okay, auntie."

Aunt Yang stood by the door and hesitated for a moment.

Jiang Qixiao saw that she still had something to say, so he stopped looking at her.

"Lao Yang and I both hope that you can become good friends with him." Aunt Yang stared at him and said in a very serious tone, "Shaoqing is really a good boy."

Jiang Qixiao froze for a moment.

Could it be that Yang Shaoqing couldn't make friends at school?Aunt Yang is so eager for her son that she even worries about making friends.

"I..." Jiang Qixiao wanted to say try his best, but changed his words when he met Aunt Yang's eyes, "Yes."

Facing elderly people like Aunt Yang, it was difficult for him to refuse their request.

Yang Shaoqing looked so difficult to deal with, he had to think of a countermeasure.

Back in the room, just as Jiang Qixiao's butt touched the sofa, there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

Taking a closer look, it was a few black, big and fat mosquitoes looking for the bare skin on his body.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jiang Qixiao always thinks that the mosquitoes in the south look more ferocious, and they look like they can suck blood.

Jiang Qixiao shivered.

I almost forgot that I was bitten all over by mosquitoes when I slept last night.

He actually forgot to buy something to kill mosquitoes today, so Jiang Qixiao decided to go downstairs and wander around to buy some mosquito coils and snacks.

In the south in September, the night was very cool, and there were many people on the road. Jiang Qixiao was walking on the road, and many women looked at him with curiosity in their eyes.

There are not many people in the area who can steal people's eyes just by appearance like him.

When he walked to the fork in the road leading to No. [-] Middle School, he hesitated. There should be no people in the school at night, so he chose the opposite direction, and after walking for a while, he heard the music of the square dance.

He stopped, not wanting to see the old man dancing, so he walked to another quieter place.

This is a quiet small square, and occasionally a couple of young couples can be seen passing by sweetly. Compared with the hotel entrance yesterday, the environment can be said to be very good. At least there is no overnight garbage on the road, and there are more trees planted.

Jiang Qixiao was going to sit on the bench for a while.

"Click!" There was a strange sound not far away.

Curiosity drove Jiang Qixiao to go a little further, and stopped on a step, which was relatively high, and he could clearly see what happened on the street from his angle.

There were no cars on the street, and several teenagers were playing wantonly on the road. One of them was wearing roller skates, paddling 8 back and forth on the ground with his feet.

The other person stepped on the skateboard, kicked his toes on the tail of the board, and jumped up with the board. The skateboard turned over in the air and fell heavily under his feet.

As a non-professional, Jiang Qixiao can only use three words to evaluate them: yo yo.

Coincidentally, these two Jiang Qixiao knew each other.

The roller skating boy was just met today, Shi He, who is very dark and recognizable, and the skateboarding boy is Yang Xiao, who has a bad temper.

Oh almost forgot, can't call him that anymore.

There were a few boys with dreadlocks standing beside them, dressed very hip-hop, and they were much shorter than Shi He and Yang Shaoqing, around 170-172.

What Jiang Qixiao heard just now was probably the sound of a skateboard landing.

The first one to spot him was Shi He, who was skating over on roller skates. He smiled and glanced at Jiang Qixiao, and said loudly, "Hey! Your neighbor has milk!"

Yang Shaoqing turned her head when she heard the words, got off the skateboard and stepped on the ground with one foot, frowned and glanced at Jiang Qixiao, "Why are you here?"

His tone was similar to when he met Jiang Qixiao at home for dinner.

"I came over here, and I can still fly here." Jiang Qixiao raised his eyebrows, and answered irrelevantly.

He keenly noticed that the eyes of those boys with dreadlocks were a little bit unkind.

Yang Xiao gave them a look, put his toes on the skateboard again, and slid down.

"I advise you to leave quickly," Yang Shaoqing snorted coldly, looking him up and down, "You will regret it if you don't leave for a while."

Yo, it's interesting.

"Why do you regret it?" Jiang Qixiao laughed, "Could it be possible to beat me up?"

Shi He laughed out loud, "Hit you? Why did you hit you... Huh? Did Naiqing tie up with you?"

Jiang Qixiao didn't speak, but looked at Yang Shaoqing.

"What the fuck," Yang Shaoqing raised his foot and slapped Shi He's ass viciously, "I told you not to call me that!"

Shi He was kicked suddenly, and he couldn't stabilize himself. Wearing roller skates, he swayed from side to side trying to keep his balance.

"Hey hey hey!"

boom!

Still fell to the ground.

"Fuck you, you took dynamite today!" Shi He yelled.

Jiang Qixiao held back his smile, and looked away from Heitan.

"Jiang Qixiao," Yang Shaoqing frowned, "If you don't leave now, it will be too late."

"Ah," Jiang Qixiao said with a frightened expression on his face, "Why don't I leave, this way is your house?"

Yang Shaoqing stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "You can do whatever you want."