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

For a few days, nothing major happened. Jiang Qixiao got all the necessary certificates for opening a shop. Aunt Yang introduced him to several companies that made plaques, but he never thought of a good name, so he didn't make a custom one.

It doesn't seem to matter whether it is hung or not, anyway, the sales volume in such a small county is the same.

The raw materials bought online a few days ago happened to arrive today, so Jiang Qixiao asked the postman to move them to the store.After unpacking the express delivery, he hesitated for a while at the piles of goods, then went straight to the bottom of the bar and opened the wooden cabinet door.

He had cleaned these cabinets before, and the space was not large enough to hold some raw materials.

But he didn't expect that it would be like this when he opened it now.

I saw a black spider the size of a quail egg lying on the corner of the wooden cabinet, staring at the door of the wooden cabinet without moving, its legs were still covered with hair, and there were a few small spiders the size of flies scurrying around uneasily. with.

In an instant, Jiang Qixiao's whole body seemed to be electrified, all the hairs stood on end, and his scalp felt numb.

I did see some spider webs when I was cleaning, but there were no such little creatures at the time...Maybe I took the children out and came back?

Jiang Qixiao froze in place, his hands still kept pulling the lock of the wooden cabinet door, and cold sweat covered his back.

He is really afraid of this thing.

With multiple hands and multiple feet, he ran very fast.

The spider seemed to be competing with Jiang Qixiao, and it wouldn't move if the opponent couldn't move.

Jiang Qixiao swallowed, gritted his teeth and gently closed the cabinet, silently putting a skull seal on the door of the cabinet.

Let's not open it in the future, to create a good living atmosphere for Mr. Spider's family.

Jiang Qixiao strode to the door, heaved a sigh of relief, goosebumps came out from fright.

After recovering for a while, Jiang Qixiao opened another courier, which was the textbook that came with Yang Shaoqing.He sat on the chair and flipped through the math textbook casually, then picked up the English textbook, and changed to physical chemistry.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Qixiao put down the book in his hand, feeling extremely complicated inside.

Hold?

This textbook...is it too watery?According to the content of teaching above, can students acquire knowledge?

Jiang Qixiao was once again shocked by the level of education here. The place was originally backward, and he chose such a poor textbook because he thought the children were too stupid to learn or something...

He recalled that Aunt Yang had said before that Yang Shaoqing had never dropped out of the top five and had always been in the ordinary class, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Can I go to university?

But... does this mean that he has a lot of money to make?

As soon as the idea popped up, the more Jiang Qixiao looked at the textbook, the more he felt that it was a waste of money, and he became very excited all of a sudden.

Today is Friday, and Yang Shaoqing returned home after playing basketball in the afternoon, holding the ball in his hand, sweating all over, with stains on his clothes, and was stopped by Jiang Qixiao as soon as he walked to the corridor.

"Hey!" Jiang Qixiao ran to the entrance of the corridor and waved at him, "Xiao Yang, come here."

Hearing his address, Yang Shaoqing twitched the corners of his mouth, either Yang Xiao or Xiao Yang's classmate, can there be something new?

Forget it, this one is better than the previous one.

Yang Shaoqing turned around and gave him a blank look, and said impatiently, "What are you doing!"

"Come here, I have something to do with you."

Yang Shaoqing thought about it, frowned and went downstairs.

Jiang Qixiao saw the sweat on his face and the slightly soaked T-shirt, quickly looked away and walked into the store to take out the textbooks.

"Send me your usual exercise books and test papers too," he said, "Your textbooks are a bit simple. I don't know how difficult the college entrance examination is here."

Hearing this, Yang Shaoqing changed her hand to hold the basketball, "We're going to take the National Examination Paper 2, you can go up with me to take a look, I'm too lazy to take pictures for you." After speaking, he turned and went upstairs.

Jiang Qixiao hesitated for a moment, closed the shop door and followed.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Shaoqing threw the basketball in the hallway, and stretched out his hand to take off his clothes.

Jiang Qixiao followed behind and closed the door, and when he turned around, he saw Yang Shaoqing drinking water in front of the water dispenser with his upper body bare.

Jiang Qixiao almost wanted to whistle.

The abdominal muscles are lumpy, angular, and look very powerful, and the muscle lines on the arms are very beautiful.Yang Shaoqing is a little thin, but not weak. Most teenagers can't get fat at this age.

I didn't see anything when I put on the clothes, but it looked like this when I took off the clothes.It's hard to take your eyes away.

Tsk, the only shortcoming is that the skin is too fair. Jiang Qixiao always thinks that men only have dark spots to be attractive.

"Xiao Yang," Jiang Qixiao winked at him: "You have a good figure, can you practice like this in school sports?"

Yang Shaoqing didn't have much resistance to this title, and frowned slightly: "Have you ever seen someone who went to school to develop such a figure?" He walked into the bathroom, "I practice boxing."

Turned on the faucet and flushed his head, wiped it casually with a towel and walked out. Seeing Jiang Qixiao standing there touching his chin, he was in a daze for some reason, so he called him angrily, "Hey Jiang Qixiao."

"Ok?"

"Don't you want to see my stuff, come here." Yang Shaoqing turned and walked into the room.

Jiang Qixiao smiled and followed inside.

This is the first time he entered Yang Shaoqing's room. There are not many things and the furnishings are very simple. As soon as he entered, he saw a red sandbag hanging by the door. Various exercise books and comics were neatly placed on the desk. Pair of boxing gloves and the bed was spotless.

"It's pretty clean." Jiang Qixiao said.

"My mother took it." Yang Shaoqing opened the closet and took out a clean dress, "Look quickly, I'm going to take a shower after finishing it."

Jiang Qixiao picked up his exercise book from the desk, flipped through a few of them, and got a better idea.

Generally, the difficulty is not high, the question types are simple, and it is rare to encounter difficult questions.

Yang Shaoqing's handwriting is beautiful, strong and powerful, and his handwriting is like a man.

"Xiao Yang," Jiang Qixiao picked up an English exercise book and slowly opened it, "Who taught you Mandarin? It's pretty standard."

Yang Shaoqing went to the place where the snacks were placed, picked up a bottle of yogurt, opened it and drank two big gulps before saying, "Alone."

Then he took out his phone and dialed the fucking number.

It's almost six o'clock, and my mother usually doesn't come back to cook so late. What's going on today, he's starved to death and hasn't come home yet.

The bell rang twice and it was connected.

"Hey mom, why didn't you come home?" He asked.

"Ah... son, you can warm up the leftovers at noon. Your uncle has passed away. I will go back to my hometown with your father."

"When are you coming back?"

"Noon tomorrow."

"Got it." Yang Shaoqing frowned and hung up the phone.

Jiang Qixiao glanced at him from the corner of his eye, cleared his throat and said, "Why do you still speak Mandarin with your family, I haven't heard you speak a dialect yet."

He was very curious about who taught Yang Shaoqing Mandarin, who could speak it so standard.

Now Yang Shaoqing was a little irritable because his parents didn't go home to cook, and he was even more annoyed when he heard Jiang Qixiao talking, and his tone became impatient: "None of your business."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Jiang Qixiao stopped talking, put down his book and walked out of the room resentfully.

"Hey!" Yang Shaoqing called to him: "Don't go yet."

Jiang Qixiao turned to look at him suspiciously.

Yang Shaoqing's expression became a little weird: "You...you warm up the food for me before leaving." He was very hungry and had to take a bath before eating. Seeing Jiang Qixiao here, he wanted to save some time.

ha?

Jiang Qixiao stared at Yang Shaoqing for a few seconds.

Hot dishes?

"Um... that's right, heat up the dishes, right?" he asked.

"Nonsense." Young Master Yang rolled his eyes at him, took his clothes and walked into the bathroom: "The food is in the refrigerator, you can heat the pot after you wash it, I'll take a shower."

The bathroom door slammed shut.

Jiang Qixiao hadn't had time to say a word of rejection.

This kid is very good at calling people, and his tone is not embarrassing at all.The point is...he hasn't cooked before.

All right, it shouldn't be too difficult to warm up the dishes for him... right?

Jiang Qixiao walked into the kitchen, cleaned everything spotlessly, didn't see any oil stains, opened the refrigerator, brought out a few dishes, turned on the gas, washed the pot, wiped it clean, poured the vegetables in and stir-fried a few times into a plate.

As a man who can't cook, Jiang Qixiao is very satisfied with his operations.

Follow this operation one after another to heat up the rest of the dishes, then pour some oil into the pot, pour the cold rice in and stir-fry for a few times, turn off the gas when the cold rice is soft, and serve all the dishes At the dining table, he also thoughtfully put a bowl of rice for Yang Shaoqing.

When Yang Shaoqing came out of the bathroom, Jiang Qixiao hadn't left yet, and was sitting on a chair looking at him expectantly.

Looking casually at the dining table, Yang Shaoqing suddenly felt some cold sweat dripping from his freshly washed body.

The orange-yellow oil on the plate was sticky and condensed on the vegetables in lumps. It looked very...disgusting, and there was half a bowl of cooking oil soaking rice in the small bowl.

Is this... edible?

Yang Shaoqing glanced at Jiang Qixiao who was a little excited, and sighed: "You can eat by yourself, I'm not hungry all of a sudden."

He was actually very hungry, but when he saw the food in front of him, he felt nauseous for no reason. He regretted letting Jiang Qixiao stay just now, making the leftovers so bad that he couldn't even eat them.

When Jiang Qixiao heard this, he immediately became unhappy.

He was so generous to help Yang Shao pour hot food, this kid didn't eat it?

"What do you mean? You're kidding me?" Jiang Qixiao looked at him.

"You..." Young Master Yang curled his lips, "Eat it yourself and see if this is something people eat."

Jiang Qixiao is on fire, why is he not something people eat!

Angrily, he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dish, and put it in his mouth, he was so greasy that he almost vomited it out.

Ouch, it's so unpalatable.

But Jiang Qixiao didn't lose his composure, insisted on gritting his teeth to swallow the food in his mouth, and took another mouthful of rice.

He couldn't hold on to this mouthful, and spit it all into the bowl.

It's so unpalatable!Choking to death, why are you so nauseous.

The rice doesn't taste like rice, it's like drinking oil.

Are these dishes spoiled?

Yang Shaoqing was disgusted by Jiang Qixiao's actions.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Yang Shaoqing looked disgusted, "Can my family still use that bowl for dinner like you!"

Jiang Qixiao also realized that his behavior was inappropriate, so he smiled awkwardly: "Hey, I'm sorry, I'm going to clean it up." He got up from the chair, and muttered softly: "It's not that you insist You want to pull me to give you hot food..."

The volume was not loud, just enough that Yang Shaoqing could hear it, Yang Shaoqing immediately retorted: "You said you would know it earlier, but I didn't know that you, a big man, can't even do this simple thing."

Jiang Qixiao's mother cooked meals at home since he was a child, no matter how bad he was, he still had his sister, and it was never his turn to enter the kitchen.

His face was inexplicably hot when he was said by a kid, "A big man doesn't care about trifles, who said that a big man must know these things."

Yang Shaoqing looked at the mess on the plate, feeling a little tired.

Jiang Qixiao didn't know how to cook it, and even cooked all the leftovers. It seems that there is nothing to eat tonight except instant noodles.

He sighed again: "You can put these all in the trash can in the kitchen."

The bite of food that Jiang Qixiao just tried made him full of resistance to these things on the plate, but he didn't refuse, after all, he made them, and he obediently cleaned up the scene.

After clearing the dining table, he saw Yang Shaoqing was putting instant noodle cakes into a bowl, and said a little embarrassedly: "You just eat this?"

Yang Shaoqing glanced at him, "Otherwise, what are you going to eat?"

"I invite you to go out to eat, anything is fine."

"No need." Yang Shaoqing went to the water dispenser and pressed the water button: "I don't eat outside food."

"Ah?" Jiang Qixiao was puzzled, "Why?"

"If you don't eat, you don't eat. There's no reason." Yang Shao gave him a blank look.

Tch, it's really hard to serve.

Jiang Qixiao found out that, except for the two days he just met, the brat was still polite, and since then he has been doing his own way, talking about you as he wants, regardless of whether you don't mind or don't care.

Quite individual.

Seeing that he was still standing there, Yang Shaoqing frowned: "Are you still going?"

Jiang Qixiao, who was ordered to leave the guest, was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to leave. He scratched his head and smiled: "I'm tired of eating nearby food recently, or..." He raised his chin towards Yang Shaoqing's bowl: "Just together?"

"Ten yuan a pack." Yang Shaoqing snorted coldly.

"Wow, it's a little expensive, it's okay, I can afford it." Jiang Qixiao laughed.

Yang Shaoqing said that this man was really thick-skinned, walked to the snack place and threw a bag of instant noodles at him impatiently.

Jiang Qixiao took it, spicy pork rib noodles.

"Any other flavors?" he asked.

Yang Shaoqing glared at him, "No, it's fine if you don't eat it." Some things are good to eat, but they are picky.

Jiang Qixiao remained silent, ran to the kitchen and took a bowl and put the noodles in. The other seasoning packs were only half put in. When he came out, he saw that Yang Shaoqing had soaked the noodles with water.

He walked over and lifted his buttocks to sit on the chair: "Instant noodles are actually more delicious when cooked in a pot."

Yang Shaoqing stared at the covered bowl in front of him without squinting, and tapped the lid rhythmically with his fingers, "Can you cook?"

"No," Jiang Qixiao shook his head and asked curiously, "Can't you?"

Yang Shaoqing snorted coldly and ignored him.

Of course it will, but I'm too hungry today to spend more time doing anything else.

After being silent for a while, Jiang Qixiao remembered the exercise book he had read just now, and asked, "How much do you usually score in the exam?"

Yang Shaoqing paused, not really wanting to answer, but he thought that his father had been pestering him frequently these past few days to ask if he had gone to Jiang Qixiao to give him extra lessons. Here, he reluctantly said: "I just took an exam at the beginning of school, and I got 453 in six exams."

"...453?" Jiang Qixiao stared at him incredulously.

The difficulty of this textbook is only 453?Still the top five in the class!

Where did the courageous free-range teaching come from in County No. [-] Middle School...

Yang Shaoqing frowned and glared at Jiang Qixiao. Jiang Qixiao's reaction made him a little upset.

Realizing that his tone was not right, Jiang Qixiao quickly said, "Then I have to make up your lessons. When do you have time? Let me see how to arrange it."

It was only then that Jiang Qixiao realized the difference between ordinary high schools and key high schools. In the past, the lowest score of the children he made up was 580 points, and the management was very strict. How could they be like Yang Shaoqing and the others, who would skip classes if they wanted to? Also on the streets.

It's time to help the 'Fallen Boy', he thought.