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

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qixiao asked after a brief moment of silence.

No. 9 and Yang Shaoqing glanced at each other, then at his leg in plaster cast, raised his eyebrows, "How are you guys?"

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak.

He knew this guy when he was playing last year, and his name was Wei Huhu.

A dirty player.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qixiao asked again, not in a good tone.

He didn't understand what No. 9 meant when he came to Yang Shaoqing's store after he was injured, was it a demonstration?

Ah, let me see how the famous boss of No. [-] Middle School was injured by our team members.I can't stand up anymore, that's all.

Is that what you mean?

Jiang Qixiao's impression of this group of people was extremely bad.

"I haven't introduced myself yet." No. 9 sat down on a chair familiarly, and sat in front of them, "My name is Wei Hujun, from No. [-] Middle School. I heard that you can make up classes here?"

"Who did you listen to?" Jiang Qixiao frowned, and glanced at Yang Shaoqing, who no longer looked at Wei Hujun.

"The little sisters in No. [-] Middle School said it." Wei Hujun smiled, "For an outstanding foreign aid like you, I must find out the details as soon as possible."

"You came here today to ask this?" Jiang Qixiao said, "Oh, but I'm sorry, it's not open to people from other schools."

Wei Hujun clicked his tongue, "Oh, I said I'm here for a lesson, so I don't give face. Didn't I say before the game that if I win, you can give me your phone number."

"Why don't I remember that you guys won?" Jiang Qixiao chuckled.

Wei Hujun swiveled his eyes and looked at them for a while, without embarrassment at all, and said to himself: "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't give it now, you will give it to me sooner or later. Well... let me explain, Wang Zhong was not called by me, Our captain called, and me, although my hands and feet are not clean...I mean in terms of basketball, but it won't hurt you like this..."

Jiang Qixiao interrupted him, "You are the only one who can say so frankly that your hands and feet are not clean. You are really not thin-skinned."

Wei Hujun was not annoyed either, he laughed a few times, "This is the attitude my family taught me to play basketball since I was a child, and I want to change it too, I'm used to it, and I can't change it."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiang Qixiao said.

He really didn't want to be in the same room with this person, the behavior was so disgusting to his stomach.

"Didn't I want to change my ways since yesterday, and come to be friends with you." Wei Hujun's smile remained unchanged, his eyes turned to Yang Shaoqing, and he said in dialect: "Thinking about it, boss?"

Yang Shaoqing raised the coffee cup, took a sip, and said Wei Hujun's first words after he came in with a blank expression: "What about sincerity?"

"What?" Wei Hujun froze for a moment.

Jiang Qixiao took what Yang Shaoqing was about to say: "Yes, show your sincerity in wanting to make friends, brother Qing is something you can make friends with if you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the corner of Yang Shaoqing's mouth twitched.

Jiang Qixiao himself suppressed a smile and stared at Wei Hujun with a serious expression.

Fucking so fucking funny hahahahaha.

Say something like this.

Would Yang Shaoqing be wondering if he was possessed by Shi He?

Wei Hujun was silent for a while, "What kind of sincerity do you want?"

Yang Shaoqing chuckled, lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Look like a big brother who doesn't need me to tell you what you think.

Jiang Qixiao thought for a while, and felt that it would be best if he didn't speak at the moment. Since he wanted to act aggressively, he should be more realistic.

If you can't hold your breath first, you will lose the wind.

And Yang Shaoqing has a lot of experience in this area, so he exudes an aura of refusal to be thousands of miles away with his expressionless face.

Sure enough, after sitting for a few minutes, Wei Hujun showed embarrassment. After thinking for a while, he frowned and said, "Shall I beat Wang Zhong up for you?"

Yang Shaoqing sneered, raised his head and waved at him, "Let's go."

Wei Hujun frowned even deeper, "Just say what you want, what does it mean if you don't say a word."

Jiang Qixiao couldn't bear it anymore, he covered his mouth violently, bent his waist to the other side, his body was shaking twitching.

I could hear my breathing almost out of breath.

It can be seen that he is suppressing a crazy smile.

Fuck!

Really funny!

This is the first time he cooperates with others to pretend.

Too two.

Yang Shaoqing looked at Jiang Qixiao, smiled slightly, and didn't react too much.

Wei Hujun was a little annoyed by Jiang Qixiao's smile. He frowned and looked at Jiang Qixiao for a long time, opened his mouth to say something, met Yang Shaoqing's expression, was stunned for a moment, suddenly smiled again, and stood up, " Okay, I'll go, but I'll come again, wait for me, Beibi."

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Jiang Qixiao couldn't help laughing out loud anymore, his whole body softened from laughing, and he lay on the stool panting for breath.

"Okay, you." Yang Shaoqing patted him on the back, "It's all over, still laughing."

"Ah!" Jiang Qixiao yelled briefly, "It hurts, my place was also smashed into purple yesterday, please don't touch me."

Jiang Qixiao sat upright propped up on the table, stretched out his hand to press the back that was photographed by Yang Shaoqing, frowned and hissed.

Yang Shaoqing glanced at him, "Is it so serious, I'm not as delicate as you when my leg is broken."

"Squeamish?" Jiang Qixiao stared, "Are you ashamed to tell me I'm squeamish?"

As for Yang Shaoqing's stomach, Jiang Qixiao thought it was enough to save him without hurting him.

How dare you call him squeamish!

Even if someone beats you and yells twice, it won't work!

"..."

Yang Shaoqing stopped talking.

Jiang Qixiao flipped through the book and was about to give him a lecture, but before giving the lecture, he felt the need to ask something more, "Hey, what do you mean by the sincerity you said to him?"

"Guess." Yang Shaoqing said.

"Can't guess."

"I'll tell you if I guess it right." Yang Shaoqing took out his phone and glanced at the time, "Let's start quickly, it's eight o'clock, it's time for class."

"...Today is Sunday." Jiang Qixiao said, "Ai Yue will come over in the afternoon. By the way, he said that he asked about me from the little sister in your school. Didn't you just choose ten people? How come everyone else knows .”

"Anyone who wants to know will definitely know. I didn't deliberately hide anything." Yang Shaoqing said, "And you are... pretty handsome. The girls who came to drink coffee before should have talked about you a lot."

Jiang Qixiao glanced at Yang Shaoqing.

I felt a little bit embarrassed in my heart.

Young Master Yang praised him for being handsome.

Young Master Yang praised him for being handsome!

"No one came to my store recently," Jiang Qixiao looked at Yang Shaoqing and said, "Apart from the high price, are you sure you didn't say anything outside?"

"..."

Being stared at by him, Yang Shaoqing didn't feel uncomfortable at all, didn't deny it, just raised his eyebrows slightly.

Of course he spared the students in the school.

He didn't want to be disturbed every time Jiang Qixiao gave him a lecture when he got to a wonderful place.

Moreover, he didn't want to see so many girls in Jiang Qixiao's shop.

Jiang Qixiao sighed softly.

The school bully needs some quiet space.

Let's just take this as Yang Shaoqing's necessary needs.

Anyway, he doesn't like the excitement too much.

Since he wanted to catch up with him, Jiang Qixiao gave Yang Shaoqing the schedule of No. [-] Middle School. He knew exactly when classes should start and when classes should end. He rarely procrastinated like usual make-up classes. much taller.

But I can't tell. After all, Yang Shaoqing didn't listen carefully to a few classes in school, and he had to come down to practice for the exams.

Whenever Yang Shaoqing wanted to go to the toilet, Jiang Qixiao had to push him in, help him stand up, and then retreat to the door to wait for him to finish.

Fortunately, their house installed a toilet instead of a squatting toilet, otherwise Yang Shaoqing would cry to death with a limped leg.

At noon, Aunt Yang came back to cook for them. She didn't let them go upstairs, and thoughtfully brought the food down. She wanted to wait for them to finish eating before packing up, but Jiang Qixiao didn't let them.

The Yang family couple could see that they were very busy recently. He didn't want to waste their time, so he pushed Aunt Yang out, and promised to wash it up and send it up after eating.

Aunt Yang couldn't hold him back, so she compromised after pushing and shoving a few times, and was going to go to her own business first, but she said several times before she left that he didn't need to wash it, just pack it up and put it away.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, just as Jiang Qixiao said that get out of class was over, the leather curtain was lifted.

When Ai Yue walked in and saw Yang Shaoqing and his leg in plaster, she was stunned, "Brother Qing."

Yang Shaoqing nodded.

"Here we come." Jiang Qixiao sat on his seat without moving, "Pour yourself a glass of water, if you want coffee, make it yourself."

Ai Yue put down the schoolbag on her back, poured herself a glass of water, sat across from Jiang Qixiao, opened the book, and glanced at Yang Shaoqing curiously.

Yang Shaoqing didn't look at her, he lowered his head and turned the pages of his book intently.

Jiang Qixiao noticed her gaze and knocked on the table, "Let me ask you, do you know who told Wei Hujun that I can make up lessons here?"

Ai Yue froze for a moment, "Wei Hujun? The one from the third middle school?"

Jiang Qixiao hummed.

"I don't know, but there are many girls who know about you in school, and there have been more girls since yesterday. The news about you spread quickly." Ai Yue said, "Someone even forwarded a copy of your information in QQ space , you even know what you like."

"Huh?" Jiang Qixiao was shocked, "Can you show me my information?"

He almost wanted to fuck me twice, but since it was a little girl in front of him, he was forced to hold back.

Ai Yue took out her mobile phone, pressed it twice, and handed it to Jiang Qixiao, "Here, I still have it in my collection."

Jiang Qixiao took it over and took a look. First of all, it was a photo of him and Yang Shaoqing, which was obviously taken secretly, with the title clearly written on it.

No. [-] high school senior and his good friend.

Jiang Qixiao's eyes widened. He handed it to Yang Shaoqing and shook it, "When did I become your good friend?" Then he took it back and read the rest of the information carefully.

Name: Jiang Qixiao.

Sex: Male.

Age: 22 years old.

Address: Xiaocao, his neighbor.

The type of girl I like: The taste is sometimes pure and sometimes hot, and the one with big breasts is preferred.

Friends in school: Shi He, school grass Qing.

……

What follows is a bunch of things about Jiang Qixiao's favorite animals, food, clothing brands and so on.

Jiang Qixiao was dumbfounded.

This fucking... is too outrageous.

How come his taste is sometimes pure and sometimes hot, who wrote this statement, zero points!

Seeing the last various sneak photos on the court, Jiang Qixiao was delighted, "The information was provided by Shi He."

Shi He asked several times if his Xiao was the one who disappeared. If Shi He hadn't told others nonsense, Jiang Qixiao would have cut off his own tongue.